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Sixth Chapter- Clandestine

In celebration of Sirius's birthday, here's the next chapter!

CW: internalized transphobia, transphobia, poor coping mechanisms, vague mentions of blood, improper binding, descriptions of illness, vague mentions of abusive parents.

Regulus

Pandora became his ally- the only person besides Sirius who knew.

Though he hated the idea of someone knowing such a vulnerable secret, he soon realized it was necessary. Sirius knew how to be a boy, but Pandora knew how to have a uterus, and he realized that though he hated it, he needed both areas of knowledge.

Pandora was also some sort of angel- even at such a young age, she had a way of phrasing things that didn’t cause the goosebumps to form on Regulus’s neck. She never accidentally said ‘she’ or ‘her’ and only looked at Regulus with a vague, non-judgmental gaze when he lamented about his stupid, traitorous body.

With the patience of a saint and none of the squeamishness that Regulus himself possessed, she taught him the reality of what his body was doing, beyond the facts he had read in his anatomy textbooks.

In secret, she helped apply balm to his back when the bandage cut into him. She made sure he had everything he needed when his body inevitably bled once a month. She joked about something called “syncing up.” She never complained. She always remembered.

He had only ever felt so appreciative of Sirius.

-

He’d dreaded the holidays. The subject had been taboo between himself and Sirius- as if bringing it up would somehow make it approach faster.

Somehow, the idea of having to act like a girl felt even more nauseating after spending the past three and a half months as a boy. It felt like he had finally let himself breathe (Metaphorically. The bandage made actual breathing difficult sometimes.), and now he had to go back to holding his breath, gasping for air, breathing through the tiniest straw imaginable.

He had nightmares about it.

About having to respond to his old name. About being forced into petticoats and elaborate tutus. About looking down to see the swell in his chest.

Barty and Evan became concerned that the pressures of homework were getting to him.

But then, a miracle happened.

Dragon Pox.

The rumor went that a seventh year student in Gryffindor had interacted with a Peruvian Vipertooth while on holiday with his parents and had fallen ill. He was currently under quarantine in the Hospital Wing.

Where Regulus headed almost immediately.

He knew Dragon Pox could be lethal, but usually only to older people, so the gamble was worth it, in his mind.

Sneaking out was not his thing. Sirius was the rule breaker, the one who lost points and got detention. But he knew he had to do it.

So the night after he heard the rumor, he waited for Barty and Evan to fall asleep, then crept quietly from his bed out of the Common Room.

He made it about five minutes before bumping into someone.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. How had he not seen him? He was sure the corridor had been empty.

But there he was, suddenly and completely. James Potter.

“R-Regulus?” the taller boy asked incredulously.

Regulus sighed, knowing this would not end well. “Yes.”

“You know it’s one in the morning, right?” Potter asked, still looking shocked.

Regulus drew himself up to his full height (which was still much shorter than Potter) and retorted, “I could say the same to you!” He tried to ignore his sweaty palms and nervous heartbeat. Merlin, Potter was tall.

Potter hesitated for a minute. “I…fancied a stroll.”

Regulus smirked a bit. “Same.”

They looked at each other with raised eyebrows, clearly not believing each other for a moment.

Finally, Potter shrugged and offered, “Filch is down that hall. There’s a secret passage here,” he gestured to the portrait in front of them. “Brings you to the fifth floor. But, erm….stay away from the girls bathroom near there, yeah? There might be…a surprise. You don’t want to get seen nearby.”

Regulus snorted. Potter had no idea how right he was.

But he had other concerns. “Are you going to tell Sirius you saw me?”

Potter thought for a moment before asking, “Are you going to tell any Professors you saw me?”

He had no reason to. “No.”

Potter grinned. “Then no.”

Within 8 hours, Regulus had Dragon Pox and the fifth floor girls' room was covered in mirrors that screamed insults when you looked in them.

-

Dragon Pox was awful. It was terrible and miserable and uncomfortable and the worst sickness Regulus had ever had.

It was also ten times better than going home for Christmas.

He spent the first three days half-delirious with a fever, resisting the urge to itch at the pustules on his body, avoiding looking at the way his skin had turned green. Admittedly, he was already avoiding looking down, as he had to remove the bandage to allow his skin, and himself, to breathe properly.

Madame Pomfrey visited him three times a day, bubble-head charm around her mouth and nose, to give him potions and food.

By the fourth day, he finally could keep the food she gave him down and sleep without dreaming of Puffskeins sitting on him or Sirius growing wings and a beak. Pomfrey informed him with the air of telling him that someone had died, that he would, unfortunately, not be able to go home for Christmas. He couldn’t fight back a smile. She also told him, a bit more angrily, that his parents had chosen not to visit. He grinned at that.

She left his bedside muttering about Regulus and Sirius being ridiculously similar.

He was finally allowed out of quarantine on the 27th of December. He awoke to a tired-looking Remus Lupin in the bed next to him, and a very excited-looking Sirius bouncing in his seat energetically, literally sitting on his hands to keep himself from moving, it seemed.

“The fuck…” he mumbled, quickly pulling the covers up to cover his clothed but unbandaged chest.

“Merry Christmas, Reggie!” Sirius all-but screamed, waking Lupin in the bed next to him.

Regulus felt that his annoyance was mirrored in Lupin’s disgruntled expression.

“Sirius, it’s early,” Lupin complained. Regulus nodded his head emphatically.

“But Regulus is out of Dragon Jail and you’re okay and we can celebrate!” Sirius screeched, grinning from ear to ear.

Lupin groaned and pulled the sheet of his bed over his head.

“Why are you here?” Regulus asked, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice. It was nice of Sirius to visit as soon as he was able, but he could have waited a few more hours.

“Because Remus was here too– he had a migraine last night– and we’ve been waiting for you to get better to open presents, and now you’re better so now we can!” Sirius blabbered, bouncing in his seat again.

‘Better’ was a strong word. His skin was still a bit green and he felt weak. But Sirius’s enthusiasm was also contagious. “Alright. If Lupin is up for it, I’ll go,” Regulus muttered.

Lupin threw him a scathing look behind Sirius’s back that Regulus returned with a grin.

Christmas had never been so different.

Sure, they were celebrating two days late. But they were also celebrating. Sirius snuck Regulus into Gryffindor Tower, which was warm and bright and gave a distinctly Christmassy feel, and the three boys opened their presents while Sirius sang carols loudly and off-key, replacing the traditional lyrics with inappropriate verses.

Regulus was overwhelmed by the presents he received- books from Barty and Evan, new flying gloves from Dorcas and Pandora. An engraved knife from Sirius. Even Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew had chipped in to get him some sweets. He tried not to think too hard about James Potter buying him Chocolate Frogs. Had he ordered out for them? Gone to Diagon? How–?

He received no gifts from his family, though he got cards from both Andromeda and Alphard, addressed to R. Black and wishing him a Happy Christmas. He stared at them for some time, wondering what they meant- did some of his family still support him?

Missing were the presents from his parents. When Lupin left to use the bathroom, Sirius explained with a shrug that he couldn’t resist, and he’d opened the gifts, only to find ‘nothing of value.’

“I burned it all,” Sirius shrugged with a small smile.

Regulus knew that meant the presents were probably either ridiculously feminine items or letters telling him to ‘see sense.’ Either way, he was thankful.

-

Regulus found over the next week that he genuinely liked Lupin. He was unassuming and didn’t push, and possessed the same sarcasm that Regulus prided in himself. He seemed to calm Sirius a bit, but was still good-natured enough to put up with many more of Sirius’s antics than Regulus ever would have. He understood why the two were close.

He also gave off an energy of safety that few other people did. It reminded him of Pandora- between his overly large sweaters and stacks of books, Remus seemed inherently non-judgmental, as if Regulus could spill his soul to him and Remus would just nod and turn back to whatever tome he was immersed in.

He was also delighted to find that Lupin also shared his joy of teasing Sirius. It took about a day for Regulus and Lupin to warm up to each other, but soon Sirius was whining about them ganging up on him.

“You have far too big a head as it is,” Regulus remarked with a smirk, earning a snort from Lupin.

-

Friendship was something that Regulus contemplated deeply over the next few months. Perhaps it was because he was so isolated as a child- his parents had never allowed him to play with the neighborhood children and no Wizarding children had ever been deemed worthy. Only interacting with his family had given him a skewed version of reality- of what it meant to be a friend.

He was very selective about those he allowed near him. He knew that he was risking more than the average person by spending time with people, by letting them in. And he’d learned from the best to keep people at an arm’s length.

For some reason, though, Barty, Evan, Pandora, and Dorcas were the exceptions.

It took him a while to realize that true friends could, perhaps, be trustworthy. That it was possible for friends to enjoy spending time with him with no ulterior motives.

He learned this through learning about his friends. Through them being vulnerable with him.

He learned that Dorcas lived with her grandparents. That her mother and father had been killed in a Potion-making accident, and she was the oldest, with four younger brothers. He learned that she had to take care of her siblings sometimes and absolutely hated being told she wasn’t capable of something. He learned that she’d pierced her own ears last year as soon as she’d gotten to Hogwarts and wasn’t friends with her roommates because they were bigoted; because her parents had raised her to stand up to shite like that. He learned she was protective and unapologetically fierce and terrified of something happening to the people she loved. He wondered for a while why she wasn’t in Gryffindor, until he saw her curse an older Ravenclaw for making fun of Pandora. The Ravenclaw was in the hospital wing for a week.

He learned that Evan and Pandora had been ‘unplanned,’ that their parents had never really wanted kids and had ignored them for most of their childhood. Like Regulus, they had been raised in wealth and with a Pureblood ideology, but they’d been so ignored that their parents hadn’t even realized that they’d made friends with the Muggles of their neighborhood. He learned that Pandora was desperately kind and cried when inanimate objects broke because she felt bad for them, but also could throw a mean right hook. He learned that Evan had once snuck a pet snake home and it had taken an entire week before his parents noticed. He still talked about it sometimes.

And he learned that Barty had a father in the Ministry who had such high expectations of him that he sometimes felt he would break under the pressure. That his father was horribly disappointed in him for being sorted into Slytherin, and he requested weekly grade reports from all of the Professors to make sure Barty stayed in line. “He only loves me when I get good marks,” Barty murmured one night, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. It was.

And in turn, Regulus allowed his friends to learn that his parents were Purebloods who expected him to act a certain way. Who were bigoted and conservative and were disappointed in him for not being the same. He allowed them to learn that his parents and family disliked him, that there was a barrier there. That he was somewhat in pain because of it.

But he didn’t tell them why. Only Pandora knew that.

-

In the Spring, James Potter made the Gryffindor Quidditch Team as a reserve Chaser. Regulus had taken to flying in the early evenings, practicing hairpin turns and quick dodges for tryouts in the Fall.

It just so happened that Gryffindor practiced in the evenings.

And James Potter on a broom was a sight. He was a natural- his movements were quick and fluid and effortless. But most of all, he looked joyful.

Regulus felt envious.

-

Lupin caught him watching one evening.

He looked dead on his feet and Regulus briefly wondered if he was having another migraine, but he seemed cheerful enough.

“D’you like Quidditch?” the older boy asked conversationally, sitting near Regulus, but not close enough to make him feel that they had to continue talking if he didn’t want to. Merlin, he wished everyone was like that.

“I want to be on the Slytherin team,” Regulus was surprised by his own confession. Only his closest friends knew that.

“Too violent for me,” Lupin said with a laugh. “I’m prone to too many injuries already.”

It was true. For a boy who seemed to enjoy a night in the library more than on the Pitch, he was covered in scars. Regulus gave a snort in acknowledgement.

“Does Sirius know? That you want to play?” Lupin continued, watching Potter fly loop-the-loops lazily.

“He knows everything about me,” Regulus murmured vaguely, entranced by the way Potter flew. He wanted to be that good.

Lupin looked at him a bit strangely, but said, “He’s good at that. Keeping secrets.”

And Regulus finally looked towards him, a bit startled. “Who said I had a secret?”

Lupin smiled gently. “Nobody. But if you did, I think Sirius would be good at keeping it.”

Regulus nodded his head slowly, relaxing again, refocusing on the streaks of red in the sky.

-

The Spring also brought back old anxieties. Old nightmares. Old nausea.

Because Dragon Pox could only be caught once. He would have to go home now.

As the professors started warning of end-of-the-year exams, Regulus started panicking. He tried to distract himself, to zone in on conversations with friends and Quidditch games and studying. But he couldn’t.

His friends were worried again.

He knew it, because he saw the way they exchanged glances when they thought he wasn’t looking. He became even snappier and meaner than usual.

Sirius told him that it would be okay, that they would get through the summer together.

He cried.

He didn’t cry often, but he cried on Sirius’s shoulder and worried for what the summer would bring. He truly questioned if he could make it through. What would his parents do when they found out how he’d spent his year?

It was only a matter of time before someone else found out. He’d just thought- feared, really- that it would have been Evan or Barty.

But Dorcas was the one who found him one evening, circling the Pitch long after dark, sniffling and wiping tears and snot from his face with his sleeve like a child.

“Oi!” she yelled, waving him down.

If it had been Barty or Evan he might have stayed in the air. But he never said no to Dorcas or Pandora- he hated making Pandora sad and he was terrified of Dorcas, though he would never admit either fact.

He touched down to the ground a bit sheepishly, avoiding the older girl’s eyes.

“Something is wrong,” she stated firmly, not for the first time.

“No,” he muttered, sounding like a petulant toddler.

“Regulus Black, I swear to Merlin if you don’t tell me right now I will-” Dorcas started in, eyes flashing.

“It’s May, Cas! I have to go home, soon!” he erupted, feeling the weight in his chest ease slightly. “I– you have no idea– I just–”

Dorcas’s brown eyes looked like they were aflame as she asked hesitantly, “How bad is it, Reg? You don’t really talk about it…”

He was on a roll, now, “Bad enough that I purposely got Dragon Pox to avoid the holidays, I–”

“The fuck, Reg?” she cut him off, looking both distraught and incredulous. “You can die from that!”

He took a breath and shrugged. “I mean– we’re young. It only kills adults, usually.” He already regretted admitting to what he’d done.

She looked like she wanted to slam her head against the stands. “Reg, you can’t–”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do, Cas,” He cut her off. “You have no idea…” He was choking up again now, thinking about that house, those voices, the spells, the hunger, the outfits, his name. The feeling that his body didn’t belong to him.

But Dorcas saw him about to crumble and pulled him into an embrace, even as he squirmed a bit- he usually avoided touch from anyone other than Sirius, for fear someone would somehow feel something suspicious.

But he only fought for a moment before breaking completely. “I don’t want to go back,” he whispered desperately between tears.

“Why, Reg?”

She sounded anguished, and he felt his heart in his throat. He needed to talk more about it, needed more people who knew, who understood, who loved him for him.

So he opened his mouth and the truth spilled out.

-

Dorcas was the first person that he told by choice. That he told, understanding (as best he could at his age) all the consequences, knowing more about how to word his feelings. Sirius had been through desperation, his parents and family had been accidental, his teachers had known already, and Pandora had figured it out.

Dorcas was an informed choice.

And when Dorcas tilted her head to the side and was silent, he took it as a rejection.

“I…I should go…” he murmured, heart pounding, wanting to melt into the ground.

She then snapped out of it and grabbed his hand. “No! No, Reg, I just….can I ask questions?” she asked in a panicked voice.

He thought about it for a moment. Of all the responses, that was not the one he’d anticipated. “Erm…sure.”

She exhaled, still looking nervous. “So…you’re…a girl?”

He shook his head vehemently, feeling his stomach lurch. Why had he done this? Why had he told? “No. No, I’m a boy.”

She scrunched her eyebrows, trying to comprehend. “But you…used to be a girl?”

He had to consider that one for a moment. Had he? He used to wear girly clothes, but he’d never liked it. Never wanted to. “No, I’ve always been a boy, I think.”

“You think?”

He shrugged. “Yeah.”

“But you…?” She gestured to him.

“I…my body is like a girl’s,” he confirmed, feeling the goosebumps start to form as Dorcas’s eyes raked curiously over him.

They were silent for a minute. Then two. Their eyes met.

Then Dorcas nodded. “Alright. If you say so.”

Regulus wasn’t sure how to react to this. “If I say so?”

She shrugged. “Who am I to tell you if you’re a boy or girl? If you say you’re a boy, you’re a boy, right?”

Relief washed over him. She made it seem so simple. “Right,” he whispered.

“But your parents don’t agree?” she asked, looking angry, now.

“No…they…they force me to…to be a girl. They talk to me like I’m a girl. They….punish me if I…if I say anything,” Regulus murmured.

“Fuck that,” Dorcas swore vehemently. “Come home with me.”

Was it Christmas again?

“I…you have so many sibling, and your grandparents…” Regulus protested halfheartedly.

“Yeah, they won’t even notice an extra kid around!” Dorcas grinned. “Plus you can help me babysit. It’ll be fun!"

“I…I’ll ask,” Regulus relented with a small grin.

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this must be the place

Fic by @vipertooths | Art by @djemsowhat

Teen | 36k words

A year after Vecna's defeat, things have finally returned to normal. Well, aside from the lingering nightmares. And the fact that Mike is in love with his best friend and it's getting increasingly harder to keep that to himself.

But it's all going to be fine. They're going to go to Steve's parent's heretofore undiscussed lakehouse, spend two weeks slow-roasting in the Indiana sun, and be normal teenagers for once. Really, the least they deserve at this point is a little summertime relaxation.

Warnings: underaged drinking

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Read an excerpt below:

“What are you thinking about?”

Mike’s brain scrambles to find a suitable response. “Just that one-shot.” DnD was always a pretty safe topic to fall back on.

“Maybe I’ll make a new character. Will the Unwise. And whatever I’d normally do, I’ll just do the opposite.”

“You would drive Dustin and Lucas crazy.”

“Worth it. Can you, um, tilt your head back up? You moved.”

He’s tempted to feign ignorance to see if Will will cup his face again, but decides against it. He can be normal.

“Are you sure you want to spend so much time on this?” he asks lightly. “I was informed earlier that I am not a pretty subject.” When Will answers, he sounds nearly offended. “Says who?”

“Lucas. And then he denied me breakfast. They’re so mean to me when you’re not around.”

Will snorts. “I’m sure. Anyway, it hardly matters what Lucas thinks. I’m the one who’s drawing you.”

“So . . . what do you think then?” He tries to keep his voice casual so he doesn’t give away how much he suddenly needs to know the answer to the question.

“Are you asking me to call you pretty?”

Yes. “No. Just– I’m not asking you to, but if you had t–”

“You’re pretty.”

“Oh.” He can feel heat rising to his cheeks. Thankfully, he’s sitting in the summer sun, so it’s probably not noticeable. “Thanks.”

Will lets out another soft huff of laughter. “You’re welcome.”

Without stopping to think it over and give himself a chance to back out, he says, “You’re prettier.”

The sound of pencil scraping across paper stops. Was that too far?Maybe he’s being weird again. No, he definitely is. He keeps his eyes shut, scared about what look he’ll find on Will’s face if he opens them.

After what seems like a millennia, but is probably just ten seconds, the scritch scritch scritch starts up again. “We’ll agree to disagree.”

Mike breathes a silent sigh of relief. Not too weird then. “I guess I can do that.”

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Note: I have basically only read exclusively Murphamy fics but they're are some other ones too (Maybe lol idk).

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Murphamy (Murphy and Bellamy)

OmegaVerse

the moments go by by Miralana ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 61,090 Notes: This is a series of fanfics. Out of all the fanfics on the list this is for sure the one I go back to the most. This fic never ceases to amaze me.

i got me an appetite; now i can taste it by noodletastic ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 12,511 Notes: His heat had never been an immediate threat, but now it was here, there was nothing to stop it, and no one to help him.

save some for the rest of us by Angie_leena Rating: Explicit Words: 7293 Notes: Bellamy was an alpha who wasn't all that into omega's. Murphy was an omega who alpha's weren't all that into.

Easy Come, Easy Go by orphan account :( Rating: Mature Words: 23,182 Notes: Murphy is the worst excuse for an omega that Bellamy has ever seen.

Canon Compliant/Divergence

but darlin, i dont mean to beg by MooNSGLOW Rating: Explicit Words: 2,790 Notes: two years on the ring, and murphy has hated every second of it.

Now and Then by Captainmintyfresh ♥️ Rating: Not Rated Words: 82,435 Notes: If there was one thing Bellamy was sure of, it was that he wouldn't fail Murphy like he did on the ark.

the sounds of yesterday by Miralana Rating: Teen and Up Words: 4,369 Notes: “She had your hair and my eyes. She’s probably dead by now.”

Hide Your Soul out of His Reach by twinkjohnmurphy ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 30,140 Notes: When Murphy returned to Camp Jaha on a stretcher, he found himself face-to-face with someone from his past.

As Dark As You Make It by vipertooths Rating: Mature Words: 21,924 Notes: Murphy comes back from the lighthouse and murphamy get their crap together basically.

But It Is The Law by misha_collins_butt Rating: Mature Words: 23,560 Notes: In which Murphy is punished, Bellamy is angry, and the 100 realize how little they want to be in Camp Jaha.

But You Spoke So I Could Understand by zade Rating: Not Rated Words: 5,448 Notes: Murphy is a grounder and Bellamy gets lost in the woods looking for Octavia.

superstring by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 36,247 Notes: Nothing like a little time travel AU.

When You're There by scruffylou Rating: Mature Words: 36,362 Notes: Now that they're in space again, things are a lot quieter. The time to think leaves Bellamy and Murphy both feeling very alone, for different reasons. Maybe letting each other in could be the thing that neither one of them knew they needed.

Safe Place by voidmox Rating: General Audiences Words: 1,065 Notes: This is really cute!!

thirty-five paper frogs by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 12,310 Notes: He would never have guessed that being unkind to Jasper Jordan would become the wrong thing he hated most.

Fearful of the Night by Royalravens Rating: Mature Words: 13,804 Notes: Bellamy saves Murphy from the delinquents, and that has a lot of consequences.

Precarious Pasts on Sallow Skin by misha_collins_butt ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 9,276 Notes: Bellamy's on volunteer duty in the clinic and his last patient is, you guessed it, Murphy. He expects a lot of things of Murphy, but certainly not this.

six impossible things before breakfast by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 22,458 Notes: A wormhole strands Murphy and Bellamy alone in the universe, and every planet they travel to seems intent on manufacturing romantic clichés, all designed to force the two voyagers together

not without you by arcadionparadigm Rating: Teen and Up Words: 16,678 Notes: Murphy and Bellamy find themselves trapped on a strange planet, and are forced to contend with more than just their own survival.

Modern Setting

i am mad all about you by noodletastic ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 122,279 Notes: This is also one I try to re-read but as you can see its a looong read. This is also one of my favorites. This is probably the longest murphamy fic you will ever find on the internet tbh.

Dumbass: A Terrible Office AU by zade Rating: General Audiences Words: 13,603 Notes: Assistant Murphy and his boss Bellamy :)

Teach Me a Lesson by assholemurphy Rating: Explicit Words: 10,255 Notes: Cop!Bellamy and Delinquent!Murphy, Slightly awkward car sex. Murphy’s a screamer and that’s a problem.

A Very Murphamy Christmas by awesomekittlesclw83 Rating: Not Rated Words: 25,188 Notes: Christmas has never been good for Murphy but when someone new moves in next door things begin to change. Can he get past all the pain from before or is Christmas always gonna be a nightmare?

Grit Your Teeth by Griselda_Howl Rating: Explicit Words: 13,203 Notes: a certain young women barges her way into his life, sets him up with a certain handsome man, and everything goes to shit.

1013 Romeo by orphan account :( ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 12,988 Notes: the one where Bellamy is a guard at the same prison where Murphy is awaiting his execution and they stupidly fall in love. (you will cry, proceed with caution)

Soulmates

Stars, hide your fires by Pinkiiie ♥️ Rating: Not Rated Words: 37,971 (kinda) Notes: If you dont like the ending. no worries! There are two versions.

The Kindred Spirit by CosmoKid Rating: Teen and Up Words: 13,918 Notes: Soulmate au where if one of them gets hurt, the injury appears on the other. Referenced child abuse.

Crossovers/ Others

a circus of carrion by oogaboogu Rating: Mature Words: 35,337 Notes: Welcome, welcome, to the 71st annual Hunger Games.

magical prophecies for miserable people by blueparacosm ♥️ Rating: mature Words: 69,153 Notes: Then he meets the royal jackass Prince Bellamy, the mad woman Lady Octavia, and a dragon— yes, a fucking dragon— who believes he and the prince are destined to unite the kingdoms and save magickind, together.

the rich inner lives of wanted men by blueparacosm ♥️ Rating: Mature Words: 66,199 Notes: Once chained up in the brig and heading out to sea, he wondered briefly whether or not it was his fault that everything always went tits up.

(and i feel fine) by oogabooga ♥️ Rating: Teen and Up Words: 22,203 Notes: M doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t really fancy the idea of eating Bellamy’s brains. (A warm bodies au so cute!)

the quiet hours by arcadianparadigm Rating: Teen and Up Words: 92,075 Notes: He could continue to write his undergraduate thesis and live his life in peace, or, he could take up the mantle as the world's greatest hero and accompany an ancient cursed sun god named Murphy on a quest to slay the ten most deadly monsters in the known universe.

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Hullo xD I love your soft Imelda bit, could you do another one :’) maybe coming from another slytherins perspective, after the events of the game :))) <3

Hey anon! Thank you! I love writing soft Imelda, I think she definitely knows her worth, but I think she also is slightly insecure and wants friends, but is scared. Here you gooooo

Imelda Reyes, Quidditch Captain and Heartthrob.

I was tired. The end of the year was taxing, emotionally and physically. I thought I’d have a bit of a rest after the year ended, but I was wrong. I spent the summer holiday in Feldcroft with Ominis and Sebastian. Word had gotten out about my heroics, and residents from all across the Highlands were sending me owls, asking for favors. “Oh, listen to this one.” The three of us were sitting at the table, reading through what Sebastian called my fan mail. “Hello, MC. I have recently been afflicted with a terrible curse that prevents me from degnoming my garden. It seems the only cure lies in a tropical island in the Caribbean. I can travel there myself, but I worry for my poor garden.” Sebastian looked up from the letter, amused. “Honestly, the nerve and laziness of some people.” Ominis said, yet I could tell he did find it entertaining. “You’d think that you were a wand-for-hire.” I laughed at his remark. He was right. The amount of these cries for help that only needed help with simple mundane tasks was quite ridiculous. Of course, there was the odd troll we’d have to dispatch, or a wave of inferi created by some upstart. Rarely. We continued sorting through the haul from that day, and determined that we would write one letter saying that I had fallen ill, and motivating them to find the “courage and resolve I found when facing Ranrok” to complete their task. Once the letter was complete, we used a multiplying charm on it and sent the lot on their way.

The letters didn’t stop until the day before school began. It was at least decent enough of my “admirers” to respect my academic pursuits. Walking into Hogwarts was a breath of fresh air. The start of term feast was as delicious as always, and the new crop of Slytherins seemed promising. As I was cramming my face full of pudding, I looked up and made eye contact with Imelda. She seemed to have been watching me. I offered a mouth-full smile, and a small wave. Was that a blush I saw on the badass quidditch stars’ face? Probably not. We had ended the year as friends, but I didn’t think anything else of it. I pushed it to the back of my mind for the moment, and headed back to the Slytherin common room.

As I was sitting down by the fire, my thoughts drifted to Imelda. The way we had evolved through the last year was quite the tale. Her words rang through my head, “you’re a credit to our house.” She had said with a smile, after I had set the new record down at the south coast time trial. We spent more time together after that, chatting and challenging each other. She had the most delicate laugh, for someone with her personality. We’d make fun of each other, and all manner of “arguments” would catch many eyes from around the Great Hall. It was quite entertaining, and I was glad to have her as a friend. I frequently would wish that one of my summer letters would be her, but to no avail. I was snapped from my thoughts by Violet McDowell, a girl who had taken a sudden interest in me following the events of last year. “Hi MC! How are you? I’m well. Iwaswonderingifyourebusytomorrowevening?” Wow. The words flew from her mouth like a Peruvian Vipertooth that was late to work. “Umm well I-“ I struggled to think of an excuse. Perfectly one schedule, I was rescued by none other than the girl that I had wished to ask that question, Imelda. “Sorry Vi. MC and I are training for the upcoming Quidditch trials. I’ve selected them to be my co-captain.” Well this was news to me. “Oh, I understand. Good luck MC.” Violet said with a lustful gaze. She meandered off, and Imelda sat next to me on the couch. “I could tell you were a bit uncomfortable with that. You needn’t be my co-captain if you don’t want. I had planned to extend the offer more formally.” Again, I swear I saw the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks. “Oh no I’d be honored, someone has to help keep you in check.” I mused. She chuckled. “More like I wanted to make sure your feelings weren’t hurt if I chose someone else.” She chided. Her tone shifted to business. “Right. Meet me at the pitch tomorrow at dawn. We need to get started early.” And she swiftly left. I watched her leave, taking in every detail of what had happened. I tried to tell myself she was just a friend, and I was the best option as co-captain. She didn’t have any romantic feelings for me, so I needn’t convince myself something was there. Yet, the sparkle of her eyes and the warmth of her laugh remained in my mind, almost teasing me. I made my way to bed, the thought of her soft skin and the subtle scent of her perfume refusing to leave me.

The next morning, I popped out of bed, heart slamming in my throat. I ignored Sebastian’s snoring and mumbling as I grabbed my perfectly trimmed and polished broom from my trunk. I wasn’t nervous for classes, or that I’d be rubbish during practice. It was more so excitement of flying with Imelda. I practically sprinted towards the pitch in my uniform. Imelda was ready for me, already having retrieved the balls and cleaned her broom. She saw me coming and grinned. “Had a sleepy start?” She snickered. “It’s about time you showed up.” I laughed. Her snickers and quips had gone from frustrating and obnoxious to almost sweet. “Sorry, thought I’d pop by the Lake and say hello to the merpeople.” Returning her sarcasm had quickly become second nature. “Alright Nerida. Time to begin!” I rolled my eyes, deciding to let her have the last word for now. “First off, we’ll need to decide your position. Our strongest point is Chaser of course,” she said with a flip of her hair, “and our weakest is Keeper. We had a damn good one, but they graduated last year.” I hadn’t given much thought to position. “Of course you do have a solid build, you would make a fair beater. And you’re fast, so seeker isn’t out of the question either.” She was so focused on her passion, it was quite attractive. “Well, I don’t want to distract you with my fantastic shows of strength, and Seeker is kinda boring, so Keeper?” I said. “Good choice! Now, let’s begin. I’ll try to score on you. Don’t let me.” And away we went.

Being as competitive as we both were, the training was grueling. I fared quite well, learning from and analyzing my mistakes. I could tell when we finished Imelda was impressed. “Well done! I wasn’t holding back. Remember, since you’re co-captain, you need to help me assess the trials tonight. But honestly if you play like that, we could have mooncalves as teammates and the Cup would be ours!” She threw her hands in the air, and in doing so dropped her broom. We both reached down for it, bumping into each other, and awkwardly apologizing. As we stood, I found myself closer to her. “I probably smell terrible.” I laughed. “Oh you do. Positively revolting.” I studied her face, beads of sweat trickling from her forehead, her chest still rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “I probably smell like a troll. What do you think?” She said, and took a step closer. She was inches away from me, looking up into my eyes. “Well, I’ve met a few trolls, and you definitely don’t smell that bad.” I lightly caressed her cheek, and she leaned into my hand. “Your hair looks quite sexy all messy and blustery.” I whispered. I inched closer, feeling her breath on my face. Her lips parted, and I fell into them, allowing myself to melt into her. She moaned softly as I a pulled her in, sweeping her in. Our kisses slowly got faster and hotter, as she ran her fingers through my hair and nibbled on my lower lip. We eventually pulled away from each other breathing heavily. “Wow.” I said. “Uh huh!” She replied. “Could you finally be speechless? Incredible, I would have kissed you last year in Irondale if that’s what it took.” I said with a wink. “Very funny. Now, as wonderful as that was, don’t expect it to just happen all the time.” I had to admit I was definitely disappointed at her words. I stared at my feet. “Imelda I-“ but she swiftly cut me off. “You have to at least take me on two dates first. Then I’ll be your girlfriend.” I looked back up, beaming. “Well then, it shall be my sole purpose. Prepare yourself, I’m a damn good date planner.” I planted a kiss on her forehead, and winked at her. “That one doesn’t count.” She smiled and moved back into me, placing her hand on my chest. “On second thought, if you consider our competition last year, that could be considered three dates.” She said mischievously. My heart jumped to my throat and my stomach filled with butterflies. “And Everett Clopton has already started trying to court me.” She looked back up at me innocently. “I’d hate to lead him on.” I picked her up and spun her around. “And we can’t have that! Poor Everett would be broken.” She chuckled softly and gently kissed my cheek. “Now, go shower co-captain. You’ll need to keep your marks up if you want to stay on the team.” She lightly pushed me away. “You’re one to talk Mellie, you could overflow the lake with all that sweat.” I mused. She stuck her tongue out at me and we both laughed. I practically skipped to the showers, ignoring the strange looks from the hufflepuff captain walking up to the pitch.

The Slytherin Quidditch team squashed Gryffindor first match. Nobody scored on me, and I watched in awe as Imelda masterfully corkscrewed through the opposition and scored goal after goal. As our seeker snagged the Golden Snitch and Madam Kogawa blew her whistle, Imelda flew over to me and planted a kiss firmly on my cheek. “Well done, I knew you were the right choice.” Her smile lit up my heart, sending tingles down my arms. “I could say the same for you.” I replied. She looked at me, confused. “What choice did I make?” I laughed at her confusion. “The one to be my girlfriend, you dork.” She giggled and blushed. If you told me last year I’d be dating Imelda Reyes, and she would be giggling? And blushing? Well, I would have taken you to St. Mungo’s. Clearly you had a run in with a flock of Fwoopers. Absolutely out of your mind.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy #Imelda Reyes #Sebastian sallow #Ominis Gaunt #hphl #soft Imelda #quidditch #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #hogwarts houses #hogwarts oc

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Geckopad

Aliases / Nicknames: Dumbass, Gecko

Gender: female

Sexuality: aromantic asexual

Family: Whimbreltuft (mother), Frigatefeather (father), Morphostar, Ratnose (older sisters) Vipertooth, Orioleshatter, Juncochatter, Termiteflicker (younger brothers), three unnamed and unborn nieces/nephews

Other Relations: Palmsap (Mentor), Toucanstep (brother-in-law)

Clan: Warm-Shore Clowder

Rank: deputy

Characteristics: ‘inventive,' adventurous, secretly ambitious, did not think her murder plot through

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: luring caiman

Known Victims: Morphostar, Morphostar’s unborn kits

Victim Profile: cats who were interested in her ‘ideas’

Cause of Death: caiman

Cautionary Tale: think before you act

Story:

Morphostar clung to the branch with all their might, holding Geckopad’s tail between their teeth.

“Geckopad, this isn’t a good plan.”

Geckopad’s latest plan was to ‘communicate’ with a caiman, and she had somehow talked her sister into spotting her while she did so.

“This is a great plan!” Geckopad leaned down off the branch, pressing her paw to the back of the sleeping caimen.

“See? Friendly!”

As far as last words went, they would prove ironic.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

#secretly ambitious....she wanted to take her sister's place didn't she #*Lion King opening starts playing in the background* #dark forest #dark forest oc #dark forest warrior #dark forest deputy #dark forest resident #resident #profile #darkforest profile #resident profile #submission #dark submission #dark forest submission

[bubblemoon66]

The gifts for the 2022 Skulduggery Pleasant Fic Exchange are here!

I think this year has been a tough one for most of us, but we got there in the end!

Firstly, a massive thank you goes out to @lilithphantasterei​ who filled in as a pinch hitter at the last moment. I couldn’t have done it without them.

Congratulations to everyone who manged to get something written this year. Definitely, check them out. And if you find something you like, don’t forget to leave the author a comment and kudos.

A Christmas Ball   by FangirlForever18

Skulduggery sneaks into Mevolent's Christmas Ball. What's the worse that can happen?

A Very Peaceful Evening by  LilithPhantasterei

'I knew it was going to be like this!' Valkyrie seethed, wondering whether she'd be faster if she'd ditch her heels. She dashed around a corner, Skulduggery hot on her trail. 'We should have stayed,' he sounded remorseful, 'I didn't even get dessert.' 'You don't have a stomach, you couldn't even digest dessert.' 'I theoretically don't have ears but I still heard you complaining all evening.'

Autumn leaves by  SquigleysSnake11

“But here Valkyrie was, walking through the empty park with Militsa, hand in hand, ring in pocket, Xena between them on a leash. Everything was perfect, Valkyrie had it planned out to a T, there was no way that anything could possibly go wrong. Knock on wood.”

Aka: Valkyrie proposes to Militsa but everything goes wrong.

Caught in a Loop by  bubblemoon66

Valkyrie and Skulduggery travel to Northern Ireland to investigate a burglary. Tracking down the culprit proves easy enough; until Valkyrie wakes up the next day to find out they have to do it all over again. And again. And again... That right, it's a time loop.

Dead Poets Squad      by Vipertooth

All soldiers are asked to record their missions in writing. Larrikin thinks this is boring and decides the Dead Men will write their reports as poems to make it more fun.

Or: Hopeless gets mocked because their poem doesn’t rhyme, Saracen has a bad boy phase, Dexter denies his screams were loud, and you might start wondering why the Dead Men are venerated as heroes when so many of their missions go wrong.

High Standards by TheWiseCrow

Scapegrace smiled at him. Stupid, stupid Thrasher…

Meeting by armakin_9

Skulduggery is a junior police officer, and has to interview China for a case. He has no idea about her unique charms.

Militsa and Valkyrie’s day with Alice by  ieatbooks1

“I’ve already apologized,” Valkyrie shot a glance at Militsa, “But I have to do it again. I’m so sorry” Militsa shook her head, “Again, it’s okay. It was just a mistake.”

my girlfriend is a full six feet of Don't Touch Her On Your Life - and that's how I like it    by carloabay

There could not possibly be a good enough reason for you to even entertain the notion of holding Valkyrie Cain's girlfriend ransom. You are going to die. 

Tea by CupOTeaHatter

Training and Tea

That tiny sliver of relief by Alexander_Writes

"The alleyway outside what had once been Ghastly’s shop has not improved with age. Skulduggery does not know how Ghastly’s shop looks now."

Or, Skulduggery reminisces briefly on his life before the war.

The Opposite of Hate by AboveAlone

"The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference; the opposite of feeling can only be the absence of feeling" is a concept China should've known all too well, having to deal with insufferable lovestruck fools all day, every day.

But never had she applied it to herself.

troubles shared (are troubles halved)      by LassieLowrider

Now he couldn’t breathe, smoke, fear and heat choking the very life out of him, and all he wished for was to live another day, and see another sunrise (and another after that). He knew he wouldn’t, so all he could hope for as he gasped for air that wouldn’t come was that he would suffocate before the flames licking at his feet rose any higher.

As things went dark, Skulduggery shot upright in bed, eyes wide open and staring into nothingness. He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and broke into tears, great heaving sobs ripping out of him. It took everything in him to not throw up everything he had eaten since he regained a body - it hadn’t been long, but he knew that throwing up was something he wanted to avoid, even if it had been a century since he last did it.

 or: three times skulduggery wakes up from nightmare

Velvet by KristianCross

Ghastly wanted a private night.

When Dead Men Die      by  xXvintage_goose_incognitoXx

When Dead Men die, things happen. They’re not necessarily bad things. They’re not necessarily good things. Sometimes, they can impact the entire course of history. Sometimes, they only impact oneself. After all, when one's life is multiple centuries long, one experiences a lot. - - A fic exploring the multiple canon deaths of the Dead Men.

Work Call      by  trainwhistlesatnight

Larrikin has to go to a meeting out of country for the remaining teleporters to discuss what-have-you. Anton, missing his love, decides to call him with a sexy surprise after a few nights of Larrikin being away.

#skulduggery pleasant #fic rec #sp fic exchange 2022

[monellian]

Swapfell (the guy with a missing eye) and Fellswap, with the warrior names Vipertooth and Dogsnarl

#undertale au #undertale #au sans #warrior cats #swapfell #fellswap #yes theyre two different people #they're twins

[dragoncorde]

location: the great hall status: open

While normally Vincent skips breakfast, he finds himself in the Great Hall that morning, piling food onto his plate. Half a croissant is hastily stuffed into his mouth and he heaps spoonful’s of sugar into his mug of black coffee. “Busy day,” he manages to make out around the croissant before swallowing once he notices someone staring, “Heard a rumor we’re gonna finally be handling and I can’t wait to get my hands on a Peruvian Vipertooth,” Vince grins, bringing his coffee up to his lips.

#trash starter but i tried #aureliusstarter

[ao3feed-byler2]

that blue moon had turned to gold

by vipertooths

"Think about the person you want to be with," Lucas says, carefully avoiding the word girl. "Like your dream person. What do you see in your head? Anything in particular?"

Mike frowns. "I don't know. Um. Dark hair. Hazel eyes? A pretty smile. Not too short, because that would make kissing them kind of awkward. I'm pretty lanky, so maybe someone a little more filled out than I am."

"Okay," Lucas says slowly. "Does that remind you of anyone in particular?"

Mike opens his eyes and shrugs. His gaze travels around the room, like he's trying to find the right person. "Not really."

Well, no one can say Lucas hadn't tried.

 AKA 5 Times Mike is not interested in dating someone and 1 time he definitely is.

Words: 4701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Stranger Things: Mike/Will

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler & Everyone

Additional Tags: POV Mike Wheeler, Oblivious Mike Wheeler, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 04, the party finally catches a break, POV Outsider, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, will & el & mike bonding time because they all love each other sm!, Friendship, Protective Jonathan Byers, Good Friend Lucas Sinclair, no beta we die like hellcheer, 5+1 Things

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/BKdtpFR

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

[mirrorfangz]

An old friend visits Vipertooth

#vipertooth #honeybreeze #waspstar #warrior cats #my ocs

[herpronuonsarefemslash]

Don’t Take Pictures on the Underground - TEASER

A sappy little yarn with Bellamione children going Mother’s Day shopping, a transit cop having just the weirdest day, and Bella being lazy. https://www.patreon.com/posts/67639474 ===== Something is ringing. Something is ringing loudly.

Bella jerks the duvet up past her head. She reaches for her wand, hoping to find it strapped to her thigh with a loop of Peruvian Vipertooth hide as smooth as a kiss--Hermione's gift for Beltane.

Nothing. She slides her hand across the sheets--cheaper and rougher than she deserves, but so sweet, perfumed in woman and vanilla and coconut, warm from her wife's body--until she finds her wand holster. It had come off at some point, and she doesn't put her holster on sloppy. People have died trying to knock it off her by blade, curse, even their fists. Yet there it is, tangled around her ankle amidst the straps of that marvelous contraption Hermione wore last night--she is sore in the sweetest ways--still slick to the touch with lube potion.

Turns out the trick to disarming the mad witch Bellatrix Lestrange was to fuck her wand off her.

Who knew?

"Tempus," she mutters.

She draws a silencing rune on her pillow and rolls back over.

=====

"Come on," Fionn snarls at her mobile. "Pick up..."

Lavender looks at her over the rack of bathrobes and fluffy blankets, pulling a curtain of razor-straight golden hair away from her face and sticking it up into a short mohawk with a flick of the wand. Her eyes--caramel brown, so gentle--catch Fionn's a moment too long, then a smile lights up her face.

Don't stare, Fionn scolds herself. The Black blood in her simmers and thickens, some buried madness already plotting exactly how to snog Lav senseless, rip her clothes off, throw her best friend to the bed and ruin her. The Granger in her fixates on the mis-aligned buttons of Lav's shirt--Luna would probably encourage that--and hopes she fixes them before Gabrielle catches her.

She never thought she'd meet someone who knew more about fashion than Aunt Fleur, but apparently the elder Delacour daughter is the slob in the family, frightening as that might be.

"Problem?" Lav asks. Probably asks. Sure, her lips had moved, glistening with too much apricot gloss, with a smile crinkled blue eyes rimmed in pale green eyeshadow. Like a sapphire glinting in the night as will-o-wisps to lure Fionn in. She's too busy swooning and has lost the plot. Goddess of Crows and Blades, she's beautiful.

"I can't believe she even has a mobile. Big Bad B herself, pawing at some Muggle gadget."

"You underestimate what she'll do for mum," Fionn grumbles. "You've never been stuck listening to it."

"Well. She is shut in all day. Poor thing."

#my fics #teasers #Bellamione #Hermione x Bellatrix

[yukina-kowalski-gryffindor]

Drachen

Die gepanzerten und geflügelten Drachenkörper können je nach Rasse ein Gewicht von 1-6 Tonnen und eine Länge von 3-12 Metern erreichen. Dabei sind weibliche Drachen generell etwas größer und schwerer als ihre männlichen Artgenossen. Zeichnung, Färbung und Körpermerkmale der Drachenarten sind sehr unterschiedlich. So haben manche Drachen einen Zackenkamm entlang ihrer Wirbelsäule, manche haben gefährliche Stacheln. Die Flammen, die sie ausatmen und auch gezielt speien können, haben bei manchen Arten eine Reichweite von über 15 m. Wie giftig ihr Biss oder ein Kratzer ihrer Klauen ist, variiert ebenfalls.

Die weiblichen Tiere aller Drachenarten sind besonders aggressiv, während sie ihre Eiergelege ausbrüten und bewachen.

Drachen erbeuten größere Säugetiere wie Rinder und Schafe als Nahrung. Einige, aber durchaus nicht alle Drachenarten machen auch gezielt Jagd auf Menschen.

Alle Drachen wurden von der Abteilung zur Führung und Aufsicht magischer Geschöpfe des Zaubereiministeriums als höchst gefährlich und unzähmbar klassifiziert. Diese Einstufung ihrer Gefährlichkeit gilt auch für Drachenarten, die Menschen nur angreifen, wenn sie provoziert werden. Die private Haltung und Aufzucht von Drachen ist seit 1709 von der Zaubereibehörden strengstens verboten worden. Deshalb gehören Dracheneier in der magischen Welt zu den Gütern, mit denen jeglicher Handel untersagt ist.

Andere sehr wertvolle Handelsobjekte in der magischen Welt stammen jedoch von Drachen: Drachenherzfasern können als magischer Kern von Zauberstäben genutzt werden. Blut, Leber und Hörner von Drachen haben ebenfalls mächtige magische Kräfte und gelten beispielsweise als hochwertige magische Zutaten von Zaubertränken und -elixieren. In der magischen Textilherstellung wird Drachenleder gerne zu resistenter Schutzkleidung verarbeitet oder es werden daraus besonders schillernde Kleidung und Schuhwerk angefertigt. Drachenzähne gelten als extravaganter, magischer Modeschmuck.

Bekannte Drachenarten

Verschiedene Drachenrassen können sich untereinander paaren. Als reine Rassen beschreibt Newt Scamander:

•Antipodisches Opalauge

(im Original: Antipodean Opaleye)

•Chinesischer Feuerball

(im Original: Chinese Fireball)

•Gemeiner Walisischer Grünling

(im Original: Common Welch Green)

•Norwegischer Stachelbuckel

(im Original: Norwegean Ridgeback)

•Peruanischer Viperzahn

(im Original: Perunian Vipertooth)

•Rumänisches Langhorn

(im Original: Rumanian Longhorn)

•Schwarzer Hebride

(im Original: Hebridian Black)

•Schwedischer Kurzschnäuzler

(im Original: Swedish Shortsnout)

•Ukrainischer Eisenbauch

(im Original: Ukranian Ironbelly)

•Ungarischer Hornschwanz

(im Original: Hungarian Horntail)

Quelle: Twitter, harry-potter.fandom.com

#hogwarts legacy #phantastische tierwesen

[camelliacats]

written in your blood (part 5 & Epilogue/6)

One last visit to Rowle's—and Flora's—saga with the Carrow siblings, written as my entry for the Death Eater 2022 Fest. Set primarily after this oneshot and this story.

Ch5&Epilogue: "Now: Together Again," "Epilogue" [FFN] [AO3] | ← | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Thorfinn Rowle/Alecto Carrow & Flora Carrow/Amycus Carrow

Rating: strong T

Words: ~5,580

Additional info: romance, cross gen, family, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, Dark magic, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Thorfinn's made the same promise twice over already…and he'll make it again, if it means new ally Flora will be instrumental in getting his love and his best mate back. Ch5&Epilogue: With everything in place, Thorfinn and Flora see things through. -—And, in the end….

      Thorfinn's eyes snap open when the sun's light is harsh and Flora stands over him, shaking him awake. Lucky for her, he only grabs her wrist and doesn't aim his wand at her face.

      "Rowle, hurry! Ferro's saddled his Chinese Fireball already, and his Peruvian Vipertooth is about to take flight."

      He rolls onto his left side and hustles after Flora out of the shed, just as the copper-hued dragon launches itself as promised. Ferro guffaws in the distance, and his Fireball laughs in little, fiery spurts. Then Ferro takes off, as well.

      Flora produces her broom, Thorfinn gets on, each of them donning an Azkaban guard cloak before she kicks off—only to careen to the right, narrowly missing a giant tree on the edge of Ferro's property.

      But good thing she does: This way, they avoid colliding with Ferro's adolescent Welsh Green who lags behind its playmates and melds in with its scenery.

      "Sonuva—" Flora bites down on the rest of her curse and veers the Bluebottle diagonally up and hopefully out of the dragons' line of chaos. They're buffeted by the gusts summoned by the flap of the Welsh Green's wings until Flora has them hovering even higher. "And to think," Thorfinn catches her hissing against the wind, "my mother was finally right about something."

      Yet, dangerous though dragons are, Ferro's adventure goes off without a hitch. He steers his trio of pets from his mount on the Fireball, and the three dragons glide and swim through the skies like hatchlings testing their wings. It's clear Ferro has raised them together, for the Fireball playfully puffs fire at its hatchmates and the Vipertooth pretends to nip at the Welsh Green, but it's all fun, no harm. This flight is the freedom dragons seek, in a world not ruled by men.

      Still, keeping up with dragons, even on a broom as fast as a Bluebottle, is no easy task. Flora and Thorfinn both lean as forward as is comfortable and fly at breakneck speed, north, northeast, without any discernable landmarks around them. At times, even the dragons are pinpricks against the clouds and sometimes disappear amongst them, with only the Welsh Green acting like a bright, deep viridian beacon to set Flora and Thorfinn back on track. At these speeds, Thorfinn's not certain they could feel the pull of the blood oath even if it tugs on them now.

      They must fly for an hour or more. Thorfinn's backside and legs feel numb, his mind more so. Perhaps they assumed too much, and this never was going to work. He opens his mouth to deliver the news to Flora, to point out the lazy loops the Welsh Green does half a league ahead of them—

      —but then the Chinese Fireball snarls and bellows, and it spews a blaze at some invisible thing barring their way.

      Flora slows to a hover, and she and Thorfinn watch as magic shimmers in reaction to the dragon's initial strike. Nothing comes into view, but something is there. Something tall, something large.

      The Fireball roars and sends blast after blast, and each hit outlines the object. The Vipertooth dives out of its own irritated curiosity; it strikes with its hind claws out. Dark gray stone becomes visible as chunks drop into the ocean, though their prize remains mostly hidden from sight.

      Flora dares to fly closer and, within a certain range, Azkaban fades into view for her and Thorfinn, as well. The Ministry's newest cloaking magic, of which they knew nothing, falls to literal pieces as the dragons do as Flora predicted and batter the obstacle interrupting their delightful flight.

      "Get ready!" Flora shouts at Thorfinn over her shoulder.

      Thorfinn's hold on her tightens, and she speeds up once more, flying high to avoid catching the dragons' attention.

      Sirens screech from within the stronghold right as the Fireball looses a blast that breaches the inner barrier at a portion weakened by the Vipertooth's claws. The Welsh Green lands and pokes its head in out of curiosity, but it just as soon takes off again, too docile and not interested in the carnage its hatchmates create.

      Thorfinn cranes his neck around Flora's dark hair, which whips around, hitting him in the face. Another blast or two, and suffice it to say things should be—

      "Now!" Flora hollers.

      His hand darts to the hidden button sewn into the right lapel of the guard cloak. The Portkey there teleports him instantly. One moment, he's in the sky with Flora. The next, he's inside the main entrance of Azkaban.

      Except, this time, Thorfinn Rowle is no resident.

      The emergency up above on the top floors has sent many of the Aurors running, but a couple linger here and whiten upon seeing Thorfinn and company. One wizard shakes his stupor off quickly and means to approach, but Flora hits him with a Stunning Spell hard enough that he goes flying and cracks his head against the far wall. His witch partner isn't so lucky; Thorfinn's Killing Curse lights up the entryway a sickly green when it connects.

      "This proves another supposition," Flora muses as they march past the bodies and continue down the corridor. "With as large a breach as that, the security measures start to fail, either like dominoes or due to lack of reinforcement."

      Thorfinn grimaces. "As long as we can use our wands, that's all I care about." He glances at her beside him. "But where to first?"

      She hesitates. If she's waiting for the blood oath's direction, it doesn't come.

      (For good measure, Thorfinn tries to focus on the magic, too. There's a dull thrum in his chest, in his body, but he can't pinpoint it, so he dismisses it as nothing of consequence.)

      "There has to be a records room or an office," Flora declares. She doubles back partway, swinging into each doorway, checking for contents. Four rooms from the entrance, she finds the correct office and marches in. While she rifles through parchment on the large metal desk bolted to the floor, Thorfinn yanks open the cabinet drawers lining the walls, just to have something to do. "The problem with Azkaban is that it's too large," she says to fill their silence.

      Off in the distance, a cacophony of destruction reigns, but Thorfinn humors her. "The problem with Azkaban is that it exists," he retorts.

      But Flora shakes her head. "At the Ministry, the lad I spoke with, barely a few years older than me, said that—the triangular shape of Azkaban? They named them, the corners. They didn't originally have names, just numbers."

      Thorfinn slams a drawer shut. "…ironically, I know this already."

      She furrows her brow at him.

      "It was one of my bloody ancestors who created this place."

      Flora's stare is a blank slate, but Thorfinn can draw anything he wants on her features. Madness, for the Rowles existing and therefore causing her current heartache. Astonishment, for the pure fact. Sorrow, perhaps, that one Rowle made the prison and another landed in it.

      Thorfinn dismisses her with a wave of his hand. "Have you found what you need yet?"

      That snaps Flora out of her daze. "Um, no. Not yet." She rummages more, through the lower drawers of the desk. Then, her voice softer, "I was shocked to learn the wing names."

      "Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto," Thorfinn rattles off. He scowls. "She wasn't named for a wing in Azkaban, as far as I know." But he keeps another remark to himself, that perhaps Akillios wouldn't've allowed it, even if Petronelle probably possessed such sick a humor.

      Flora straightens then with a heap of documents in her arms. They spill onto the desk, but Thorfinn spies familiar faces in the sea of photos amongst the parchment. Flora shuffles and tidies them as she scans the lines with a neat fingernail. "I found them."

      For the first time in weeks, Thorfinn's heart soars.

      "Amycus and Alecto are both in Tisiphone Wing, but…" She holds up their files, crestfallen. "They separated them. Alecto is on Phaeo Floor, Amycus on Polyxo Floor. Stupid names…!" She scatters more parchment while cross-referencing. "Finally! The fourth and eighth floors, respectively. But their blocks are roughly atop one another."

      "Makes things simpler," Thorfinn says as they leave the office behind them and return to the corridor.

      Flora nods.

      The corridor terminates in the middle of the fortress, as do most pathways here. Thorfinn glances at his compatriot for guidance, and Flora motions to the right fork.

      They hasten past other cells. Dementors right now are either preoccupied or spilling outside via the new hole the dragons have made, and Thorfinn and Flora encounter few other Aurors considering the Aurors have more pressing priorities.

      But he can taste it…! They are so close to success, and they climb to the third floor and then to the fourth floor, towards Alecto—

      —and that's when it happens.

      For the first time in his life, a blood oath makes Thorfinn keep his word, and his feet move him past the fourth floor, even when Flora stops on the landing.

      "Rowle!" she shouts after him. She motions towards Alecto's floor.

      He struggles but turns to face her from the next flight up. His shoulders sink, and he says nothing, merely grips the hilt of his wand tighter.

      Flora, sharp thing she is, understands in a snap that the oath is forcing Thorfinn to collect Amycus first with her. He can't go against his words, sworn to her, just as Flora didn't, sworn to him. And yet, when they both realize this, Flora stares at Thorfinn with a surprising mixture of hope and pity.

      Thorfinn turns away, hating that expression aimed at him.

      His hatred for blood oaths boils his blood and pushes him on, making the floors fly away beneath his feet as they climb. Aurors suffer his ire, but now a handful of Dementors begin to draw near on the seventh floor.

      Shit. Everyone learns the Patronus Charm during their school days, but what use for it does a Death Eater have?

      The cloaked creatures float close, almost out of curiosity, as Thorfinn and Flora approach Amycus' floor with caution. One gets almost within arm's reach, and Flora pushes them back with the charm, but it's not very strong. Showing her genuine fear for the first time since they met, she snatches Thorfinn's nearer arm and runs.

      The Dementors don't give chase, nor do they need to, as this is their territory. Thorfinn and Flora expect to leave, so, unless Flora knows of or plans to make another exit, they'll have to pass by the wicked creatures once more.

      "He should be here!" Flora yelps, her voice too breathy, not steady at all like usual. She whirls around and scans the faces behind the bars. Panic leaks into her tone. "He should be here…"

      Thorfinn notes each countenance, as well. Towards the end of the floor, a thin, sickly man picks up his head and squints at them. "…Darkling…?" he rasps, like a man in need of water.

      Flora freezes beside Thorfinn. The next second, she drops to her knees in front of this man's cell, forgetting her wand on the floor so she can reach through to him with both hands. "Amycus?"

      Surprisingly, he relaxes with one of her hands against his cheek and keeps it there, trapped by his own hand. "Flora," he says, though his voice is brittle from lack of use.

      Thorfinn frowns at this reality. Amycus truly hasn't looked this bad since their school days, when he was a sickly one. Azkaban will surely kill him, and quickly, if they don't free him. "Amycus, we're going to get you out. Can you stand?"

      Amycus' beady eyes don't pierce him the way they have the last several years, putting on this act of "I and therefore Alecto are better than you, and Alec can do better." No, it's like sixth, seventh year all over again, and those first few years out of Hogwarts. Amycus must be recalling that, while he believes Thorfinn Rowle an oaf, Thorfinn is a dependable oaf (and he's their oaf). He nods, and he struggles to his feet with Flora's help.

      "Good. Tuck yourself into the back corner, mate."

      While Amycus protects himself as best he can, Flora purses her lips. "This can't be easy, can it? This is Azkaban. No wands here, cells draining detainees of magic…"

      "Might as well try, no?"

      On a silent count, they hit the bars with a Blasting Curse. They creak a little but don't bend. On the next try, Thorfinn opts for the Bombardment Spell. Flora's anger and desperation must being amplifying her magic or those behind Azkaban truly mistakenly believed they'd covered everything, because the stone surrounding the bars cracks. Then Flora enlarges the bars, until they're too big to fit, and keeps going, and the stone surrounding the entrance to Amycus' cell crumbles under the pressure. For a place that's supposed to be devoid of magic and outwardly protected from it, internally it's as though they forgot to think of contingencies.

      The dust settles, and Amycus shuffles out a minute later, picking his way through the debris. He stares at Thorfinn in awe and then turns that impressed look on Flora. He smirks at her, softly, and rubs a thumb over her right cheekbone.

      It's a private moment, and Thorfinn would be happy to let his best mate and newfound friend? partner-in-crime? enjoy it, if only they weren't so pressed for time.

      "Alecto's still downstairs," he pipes up, taking the lead. He internally heaves a sigh of relief when two sets of footsteps follow behind.

      Regardless, a small wall of Dementors blocks their path back down. Thorfinn hesitates, but a wand tip comes over his shoulder—and Flora's Patronus Charm, though still non-corporeal, pulses with blinding light this time, clearing the way.

      With his end of the bargain to Flora fulfilled, Thorfinn all but races back to Alecto. He reaches Phaeo Floor ahead of Amycus and Flora, and he's halfway through scanning the cells when they catch up with him (though his annoyance is quelled when he spares a second to recall Amycus is not well for this endeavor).

      "Remember, their cells were over each other," Flora calls to Thorfinn.

      "Yes, but which—?" He doesn't finish the thought. Ah, right. Near the end.

      As if he needs the extra clue, Thorfinn hears from the third-to-last cell, "That cannot be Rowle."

      He grins and jogs to Alecto's bars. No matter the circumstances, count on Alecto Carrow to find it in her always to be bossy.

      But, just as quickly, his grin vanishes. Alecto's hair hangs loose behind her back and, though still stocky in build, her cheeks are eerily sunken.

      It's as if she and Amycus have been here far longer than two weeks.

      "…fuck," she utters, staring back. Her eyes widen. "Thorfinn?"

      "Time to go, Allie."

      Alecto gawks at him and shakes her head. "This can't be real. Amycus and I—the war is over. For good. We're not getting out of here. This is—this is some elaborate spell to—to make me talk or—to torture me or—"

      Thankfully, Amycus and Flora approach her cell then. "We're no mirage, Alec. These two are here, for us."

      Alecto's eyes flash to Flora, and recognition and…understanding? No, something deeper flashes between the two witches. Alecto nods and furrows her brow at Thorfinn. "But—how?"

      "Well, take cover first, luv. Then—" He pauses. He and Flora haven't actually spoken about what's to come after rescuing their loves. "Cell first, escape second," Thorfinn settles.

      They do the same work on Alecto's cell front which they did to Amycus' after Alecto takes cover. There happens to be a bit more dust this time, since Thorfinn's spells were a hair too eager, and that makes Alecto cough and glare at him.

      But then she walks free. She walks free and right up to him and doesn't push him away when he snags two seconds to have her in his arms.

      The moment ends when Amycus looks amongst them. "How the hell did you two get here? And what is going on in the upper floors?"

      Thorfinn and Flora exchange a look. "Details later," he says as they start to wend their way towards the prison's center. He tries to Disapparate with Alecto's hand in his, to no avail. "Damn. Anti-Disapparition Jinx is still in place."

      Flora's got Amycus arm tucked into the crook of her elbow. She pauses and frowns a second later. "I tried, too; you're right. And since the cloaks took us to the bottom floor, the jinx's active area might extend to right outside the front door, as well…" Then her eyes light up. "So we go up."

      "Are you daft?" Amycus growls. "Whatever's causing that ruckus is bound to get us killed and Alec and I don't have our wands!"

      "We'll find you replacements as soon as possible, Amycus," she assures him, and already she leads the way upstairs towards the wreckage and dragons.

      Thorfinn tries to keep pace, pointedly ignoring Alecto's disapproving look that matches her brother's. "Flora, we're not all going to fit on one broom," he warns.

      "You're right," she agrees. Flora glances back at him over her shoulder. "And these cloaks will only take us here or to the Ministry, which is the last place any of us needs to be. So we'll get as high as we can and jump from the opening the dragons have made."

      Somehow, Amycus pales even more. His head swivels to Alecto. "Did she say 'dragons'?!"

      Thorfinn frowns. "Jump and…?"

      "Disapparate, of course, Rowle."

      He sighs. He was afraid she'd say that. Still, short of attempting to fly one of Ferro's dragons back to England, it's doable. "To?"

      Flora doesn't answer him until they're near the shouts and screams of those trying to flee frightened, angry magical reptilians. She scans the openings, looking for the best place for their escape.

      Thorfinn wonders. The Fireball wants to keep Azkaban alight for disrupting its day, and this particular Vipertooth learned to spit its venom. Their options are few.

      But, nearer the top, the Welsh Green lies curled up, watching the carnage like an exhausted kitten. Nothing occurs around it, so Flora points. "There," she says. One last glance at Thorfinn. "Safe house."

      It's the first time she says so little yet he comprehends it all. Thorfinn nods, and then the foursome parts. Their odds are better this way, Flora taking Amycus, Thorfinn taking Alecto. They head in different directions and seek different methods. Flora mainly avoids the chaos and Thorfinn barrels right through it.

      They might have different ways of accomplishing their goals, but it doesn't pass by Thorfinn that he and Flora have in common the desire to do anything for the Carrow siblings.

      He doesn't know if Flora and Amycus reach the opening first, because he can't keep track of them while keeping himself and Alecto alive. Thorfinn and Alecto dodge a swing of the Vipertooth's tail and finally reach a broken ledge on the fifteenth (so close to the top) floor. He pulls her close to him by the waist. "Alecto, ready?"

      So strange, seeing his confident Alecto eye the craggy bottom and the ocean so warily. But she looks up at him. There are dark circles under her eyes. "…you once swore an oath to me, to keep Amycus alive, from harm."

      Nearly twenty years ago, but Thorfinn wonders if blood oaths fade. He nods.

      "You kept your promise, Thorfinn." It's Alecto-speak for "thank you."

      "I never said I wouldn't do the same for you, Alecto."

      She purses her lips. For a brief moment, they're teens again, and this Alecto won't admit that she refuses to put herself first, that it's hard to put herself first. But she presses a hand against his chest, splaying her fingers, and nods as she tucks her head in towards him.

      He presses a soft kiss on her crown. And then he jumps.

Epilogue

      Disapparition from large heights is doable, and witches and wizards do it often. Disapparition from large distances is also possible but, depending on the distance, is ill-advised. Disapparition while moving is dangerous, due to serious risk of Splinching. Disapparition from an area marked with an Anti-Disapparition Jinx into an area free from one is tricky and comes with risk of death, depending on the jinx's range.

      Disapparition also can take the energy right out of a person.

      That is why, Thorfinn knows, a full minute passes with him on the sparse back lawn behind the safe house in Birmingham, him on his back and Alecto in his arms, pressed into his right side. Even when he wakes, he still struggles to move, Alecto little better off than he.

      Flora and Amycus must've come minutes before them, for they're recovered somehow, just well enough to emerge from the house and get the other couple indoors. Amycus sets them up on Thorfinn's mattress in the spare room while Flora does the protective enchantments. Then she joins them, shedding the Azkaban guard cloak just outside the room.

      "How—long?" Thorfinn manages.

      "We had barely five minutes on you two," Flora assures him. She shoves a glass of water into his face and does the same for Alecto. Then she stumbles, caught both by Amycus and the door frame.

      "Flora, sit down already," Amycus hisses. His tone is too fraught with worry, though, to carry much heat.

      She musters a tired smile and slides against the frame onto the wooden floor. She positions herself so she still can interact with Thorfinn and Alecto. But she squeezes Amycus' hand when he kneels beside her. "I wasn't the one in a cell. It was just too much magic use at once, is all. Apparating here and then putting up the charms. I'll recover my energy soon enough."

      Alecto shakes her head and passes the younger witch her water. "Recover fast. There's still a lot I want to know, including where the hell we are," she adds, plucking Thorfinn's drink from his hands and downing half of it instead.

      With his hands free, Thorfinn removes his guard cloak and holds it up for the brother and sister to see. "Well, thanks to my brute force and your Flora's brilliant plotting, we managed to get our hands on these and steer some dragons your way. But it helped that we crossed paths to begin with…"

      For the next several hours, Thorfinn and Flora take turns filling Alecto and Amycus in on their adventures. Thorfinn does much of the talking, because Flora's not used to traveling such far distances or using so many spells in such rapid succession, and she fights dozing off a time or two from her seat on the floor. She looks as though she might've spent some time in Azkaban herself, actually.

      As for the pair they rescued from prison… The longer the quartet sits, Thorfinn notes some color returns to Alecto and Amycus both, so Amycus doesn't look so sickly and the circles around Alecto's eyes don't stand out so much. If it weren't for their drab Azkaban garb, Thorfinn might think he and Flora merely rousted them from some secretive task the Dark Lord entrusted to two of his most loyal Death Eaters.

      (But, of course, thoughts of the Dark Lord remind him that everything has changed, and that they still have an unknown future ahead of them.)

      After Flora finally succumbs to exhaustion when early evening arrives, Thorfinn flicks his hand to light a few of the old sconces in here, but he keeps them dim and doesn't light the ones near where Flora and Amycus sit, so as to let her sleep. Then he holds his wand out for either sibling to take. "Until we can find you replacements, you can share mine," he murmurs.

      Always the look of surprise with these two. But Amycus doesn't hesitate, accepting the offer and trying out a Color-Changing Charm on his prison attire. Thorfinn's wand yields, and Amycus' gray and grimy white ensemble darkens to all black. Satisfied, Amycus attempts a softened Scouring Charm second. The dust that settled in his short crop and on his skin evaporates, and he sighs like a free man before passing the wand to his sister.

      Alecto darkens her clothing, as well, but then she Summons loose nails from the floorboards and Transfigures them into bobby pins. "Your wand, Thorfinn," she says as she hands the item back. But her contentment is evident as she gathers her hair and pins her characteristic chignon into place.

      "You took a lot of risks, trusting her," Amycus remarks, tipping his head Flora's way.

      Thorfinn shrugs. "Were we any other people, I'd say, 'We're Death Eaters. We don't trust.'" But his blue eyes move from Amycus' pudgy face to Alecto's hard features. "…but it's different, when it comes to matters pertaining to you two."

      Amycus rolls his eyes, and Alecto jabs a finger into his chest. "She could've been lying for all you knew, Thorfinn."

      "I'm not so stupid that I never learned a thing or two from the two of you. Hence, the blood oath." And, quite honestly, there's more that Thorfinn might add that he's learned along the way, but he knows Alecto and Amycus will never exactly leave this oddly bashful side to them behind.

      So he doesn't bring up the way Flora looked whenever they discussed their shite chances of rescuing them.

      He doesn't highlight the fondness Flora spoke of learning Dark magic from Amycus.

      He doesn't mention her insecurities—wanting to know Alecto, wanting to save her for Amycus, being scared to risk one for the other.

      And he also doesn't point out right now, a sight Thorfinn never imagined he'd see, Amycus sitting comfortably on the floor with one leg propped up and his other stretched out beside Flora, her arms wrapped around one of his while her head uses his shoulder as a pillow. Flora's all but curled into him, and Amycus looks content. Thorfinn might daresay happy.

      But Amycus is his friend, so he doesn't point any of this out, even though it's quite obvious even to "someone as thick as" Thorfinn that Flora is Amycus' love, just as he is hers.

      "I will say that I'm done with blood oaths," he announces in the quiet. That earns him a snicker from Amycus and a snort from Alecto, but he doesn't mind if they don't believe him this time. Instead, he unfolds the traveling cloak he left behind yesterday and tugs Alecto to him. "And I'll add that Flora's got the right idea. Try to rest now, you two. You're safe."

      Even in dim light, he catches the clench of Amycus' jaw. And Alecto tenses against Thorfinn, though he's able with effort to pull her flat beside him on the bare mattress, and she barely relaxes even after he spreads his cloak across them like a blanket. Nevertheless, he doesn't drift off until Alecto eases her hold of him and until Amycus' breath is steady with sleep.

      And, just as he is the last one asleep, Thorfinn is the first one awake, not long after dawn. Part of it, he dwells, must be to ensure that his and Flora's mission truly occurred. That, yes, they succeeded.

      Flora wakes a few minutes after him, and their eyes lock. She gives him a nod and a small smile. Yes, she needed the reminder that everything transpired, too.

      The safe house is only a house, though, an empty dwelling, and she and Thorfinn never took nor had the time to stock it with supplies, so Flora disentangles herself from Amycus. She stretches and stands, and then she makes for the door. "Flora, wait," Thorfinn whispers.

      She halts and glances at him over her shoulder.

      "Use a façade now," he suggests. It was different, before everything came together. But if anyone pieces anything together about where Flora Carrow's been…

      The dark-haired witch nods, and then she heads out to procure food for the four of them.

      Of course, it's not much fun, dealing with Amycus when he wakes to Flora's absence, which in turn wakes Alecto, and both are in a foul mood despite Thorfinn's explanation of her whereabouts. Even when Flora returns, the brother and sister scowl throughout breakfast, a heartier meal than in recent weeks: porridge and apples. At least they have something to fill their stomachs, and the sugar wakes them the rest of the way, brings them to their senses.

      But then breakfast ends, and the spare room is filled with the clinking of spoons against empty bowls. Alecto huffs and looks around at her company. "So, you two told us about everything since the battle up to now. But what next?"

      Thorfinn raises his eyebrows. He's stunned that she asks this while looking at him. He glances between her and Amycus and back. "…well, we've gone on the run before, waiting for the time to be back on top."

      Yet Alecto frowns. She puts her back against the wall and tilts her head Flora's way. "And? Did you only go shopping? Or did you take note of anything?"

      Flora blinks. She sets aside her bowl and shakes her head. "I was focusing on feeding us, yes… But there's no disturbance locally. I didn't drop by Diagon Alley or anywhere near London, if that's what you're implying. But I popped by Broad Street here. Managed to come by a Prophet, even." That news prefaces Flora pulling the newspaper from her Expanded purse, and she tosses it on the floor. "The bad news: We made the front page, the Ministry knows Rowle's alive, and the Aurors are looking for you. The good news: The Ministry never snapped a photo of my face at Azkaban with you, and the dragons continued to play well after we left. Azkaban's in sore need of repair…and staff."

      Alecto's soft snort is one of approval. Even so, she repeats her last question: "But what next?"

      Flora frowns, and Thorfinn watches Alecto from the corner of his eye. "Alecto, do you not think we have the same options as before?"

      "It's not the same as before, Thorfinn." She exhales, heavy; the movement seems like all the air leaving her, and she slumps against Thorfinn's left arm. "There's no Dark Lord. There are no Death Eaters—only those who've been Marked."

      Amycus hums in agreement. Instead of adding to his sister's points, he states, "At this point, I'd rather be on the run or in hiding until things are quiet, rather than waiting to pursue a Dark life once more."

      Stunningly, Flora settles him with a hard, dissatisfied look, those sharp eyebrows sinking over her dark gray eyes. She only caves when Amycus gives her a tired glance and draws her to him, wrapping his arms around her middle.

      Alecto nods, sits up a smidge, eyeing the sight of her brother's happiness. "A quiet life…could be all right," she admits.

      "We've done our time and a half," Thorfinn quips, though of course he means besides Azkaban. Joining the Death Eaters, fighting in two wars, running, hiding, everything they've done—it's always been for the Dark Lord (even when it's truly been for these three themselves).

      "Perhaps a proper change of scenery. Like the countryside," Alecto says when catching Thorfinn's eye.

      Thoughts of Death Eaters vanish from his mind. For Alecto to bring that up—Thorfinn knows she's fond, after all, of his childhood home, of his parents, of the brief time (the freedom) the Carrows spent there.

      (Alas, his hometown itself isn't an option, nor is the Rowle home, even though he's yet to see the names "Ginnar" or "Yacintha" appear in The Daily Prophet's obituaries in recent years. He parted as best he could with them back in 1981, but he can't imagine them taking in three Azkaban escapees and their accomplice as easily as they took in "Finny's" pair of friends when the Carrows first visited their son one summer.

      No…times have changed.)

      Flora's sigh breaks the silence. "There's plenty of countryside in Wales, if that's what you want."

      Thorfinn frowns at Flora, and Amycus' brow pinches as the beady-eyed wizard shakes his head. "You don't need to return there," Amycus insists.

      "I'm not going home, not really. But…I'm certain it's the last place anyone would look for me, if they were looking." She waves away their concerns. "I doubt anyone will make the connection between you three and me, so why not?"

      Amycus stares at her but can't form a rebuttal. He looks to Alecto for help, but she shrugs, and Thorfinn tucks Alecto into his side and cocks his head at Amycus, willing the uptight bastard to lighten up just this once.

      Thing is, Thorfinn can't think of a reason why not, either. They've gone about it in an unorthodox manner, and, yes, they're wanted by authorities (what else is new?)—but he has Alecto and Amycus in his life once more, and they have a chance at a fresh start of sorts.

      Alecto used to speak, once upon a time, of making the world right, of shaping it for her, for Amycus, for Thorfinn…

      …and Thorfinn thinks maybe this world—the four of them, together—might be what they've needed all along.

Ch5 notes: Cliffhanger! :O Almost literally, *lol*. So I'mma just note here that I never expected to develop such detailed hcs about Azkaban and how one might breach it (dragons!!!). I honestly could fit my new Azkaban hcs into a tumblr post, hmm… (You know you're curious about what comes after that jump…)

Epilogue/Final notes: And so this saga concludes for real! :D I feel as tho I can let Thorlecto and Floramycus (in this universe) rest, much as they do at the end of this fic, now that I've fulfilled a sort of promise to myself mentioned in the closing A/N for "bad blood" (reuniting Floramycus). Thing is, I never knew back then (2019) that I would develop such hcs/a formed mythology for Alecto and Amycus, stemming from "bad blood" and "far from you" and nearly spinning out of control in the much longer "close to you" and at last, with you, the latter two with which this story has in common never-ending inspiration. The more I wrote, the more I wanted to keep writing this story! D: Which is a good and bad thing, *lol*. So I'mma try to keep this A/N short-ish! Mostly I just wanted to mention here that claiming the "blood oath" prompt for the fest was a huge inspiration and, seeing how things played out for Thorfinn and Flora, as well as for the pairings, I think the meaning of "Veritate Sanguinem" holds up p well! I wanted the spell to, in essence, mean your blood will keep you true to your word, hence the oath behaving the way it did for Flora and for Rowle. But it was fun to tie it together with Rowle's past promises, too, and see what it means for the future of these four.

Final thoughts…well, I do enjoy writing Death Eaters, and I suppose everyone here doesn't seem super-duper evil, but this is kinda my sweet-spot for writing DEs, bc I love it when they're closer to morally gray or have bkgds that explain their shit…and Alecto and Amycus' bkgd is explained primarily in at last, with you. :') It was fun that romance felt secondary to some of the other themes in the story, too. Rowle and Flora play well off each other; the more I wrote them, the more Flora felt like a mirror held up to him, as they rly just wanted to get their loves back. AHHH, this story was a labor of love, both for them and me, *lol*.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this! (It's all right to admit you're happy to see Thorlecto and Floramycus have a shot at happiness, jysk. ;3 Bc I sure am!!)

~mew

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That poem??? Is so good??? Made me feel??? And emotiona???

Iany more of that uhh... Clan lore?

(In reference to this post)

Oh, for sure!

The Clan of Moonlit Rays was founded in a place called the Crystalspine Reaches- a massive, partially submerged ring of mountains made entirely of pink crystal where most fledgling Arcane clans start out.

The clan was small and bustling, but it was unfortunately located close to the point where Arcane, Plauge and Earth's territories converge, which is rather predictibly quite the battlezone. So the clan's little patch of land was attacked, and the place was destroyed, and a lot of dragons got killed.

Two young Banescale dragons- Vipertooth and Lamia- were able to escape and fled across Sorneith, eventually settling aaaall the way over in Lightning territory- specifically Carrion Canyon, in abandonded caves and tunnels left by some other clan that had long since moved on.

Vipertooth and Lamia stayed for about a year, recovering and meeting new dragons, some of which decided to hang around and join the Clan.

Eventually, though, Vipertooth and Lamia kinda got homesick, and Carrion Canyon isn't really the greatest place to live, all things considered, so eventually the Clan picked up and moved back into Arcane territory. Instead of going back to the Reaches, however, they went up, to the numerous floating islands that make up a place called Hoverview Vale.

There they ultimately met up with other survivors from the old Clan, including Aria, who was now furiously training to defend herself and her clan; Emerald, who was learning to be a medic for similar reasons; and Jade, the former clan leader, who now serves as the record keeper.

The clan is now kinda... a gathering point? Everyone's pretty chill, so dragons can come and go as they please. I host quite a bit, so that's kinda wormed its way into the lore.

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[aquarius-riddle]

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Hello

My name is Aquarius Marvalo Riddle; though I prefer going by Aquarius Sallow or Aquarius Malfoy. Friends may call me Quari.

I’m a non-canon/canon divergent Slytherin student who went to school the same time of the books. My life is…extremely complicated and I’m one then willing to talk about it.

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Key points of my life -

* Great granddaughter of Sebastian Sallow

* Daughter of Voldemort

* Adoptive sister of Draco Malfoy

* Dragon Animagus {Peruvian Vipertooth}

* Member of Dumbledore’s Army

* Magizoologist protege

* Future Care of Magical Creatures Professor

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Key notes -

* This is a side blog.

* I will not interact with anyone under 21.

* Basic DNI criteria applies

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