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#BETRAYUR     ✦     indep. canon divergent   REGULUS   ARCTURUS   BLACK    written   dangerously   by   elle  - 25+ [ anti-jkr ]

✦ ❝    I    know   I   will   be    dead    long   before   you   read   this   but   I   want   you   to   know   that   it   was   I   who   discovered   your   secret    .   .   .    ❞

                       “Off to save the world, are we?”

Aberforth Dumbledore RP blog. Selective. Mun 21+. Anti JKR. Not spoiler free.

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goeticapothicaire​: ᅠOf course, James wasn't so naive to expect any kind of gratitude coming his way, no. He just - mayhaps used such defiant jest as an obscure reminder via hidden talent; how to make people feel miserable. By now, Severus must have felt extremely uncomfortable by the radius of their closeness, separated merely by a few inches. The glower dawning on his visage never ceased to reflect the possibility of lethal danger, threatening to awaken and cause further calamity. The fact that Potter did not hex him at the first sight was considered progress, even a blessing from Merlin himself!

It's one thing when you dislike someone and don't get along with them, but it's a whole different story when you wish for their death. 

James' protective primal instinct kicked in first, he did what he considered was the right thing to do. Although he disliked to admit it — he did not wish Snape to die.

But that day, something happened, the Dungeon Bat he was familiar with awakened his inner insurgency and got — bolder … Yeah, that was the word. With graduation knocking on their doors, all of them grew and matured. It was weird to say but another part of James felt thrilled about this change in attitude. Maybe, it was a good choice that he didn't tell anyone about his intention to abduct Slytherin on his way to the training, especially, Sirius. Imagine how drastic things would get if Padfoot heard Snape's upcoming words. Minimally - he would beat him into oblivion, if not kill him. Linking his sudden spark of nerve to the worst scenario possible ... an attempt to blackmail the Marauders.

  ᅠIt was hard to believe, but even someone like bloody-James-Potter had some moral principles, and picking on someone physically weak and too wounded felt tasteless. Perhaps, James really matured? Or it was much more entertaining for him to face enemies in good shape, with chances equally set. The pained grimace the potion fanatic pulled proved enough, that the flesh where Potter automatically poked wasn’t restored. He decided to wait until his recovery. It obviously suited everyone's interests for Snape to heal, leaving no further evidence for Remus to get expelled; his silence was crucial. Hell, he was even willing enough to supply him with illegal healing drugs just to speed up the process at this point. For the people he cared about, James was capable to commit the impossible. ᅠ 'I am utterly terrified'. A slap of mock right into his face. By the way the sarcastic comment slithered its way out of Snape's mouth, he could almost feel the protruding venom against his skin, that much he hated his tormentor. Pretty familiar with pulse-pounding in his temple, lips thinned and curved lopsidedly. Mocha brows furrowing underneath the curly, raven bangs. There was a particular spell hanging on his tongue ... A tensed minute of silence. ᅠ Regardless of that, Gryffindor sadist had no intentions to cause further damage to the area which was supposed to be in the process of healing, but if it wasn't for Snivellus' comment ... provoking further what he maintained to keep from surfacing, he would rightfully pour more salt on the open wound. ᅠNot like he was wrong with his assumptions. ᅠ “ Oh, wow. You're even thinking about me, paying you more attention than I already do? Dream on, ~ ” his cranium shook in amused disbelief, biting right back with a wicked comment, before flashing to notable seriousness. Internally, laughing at Snape's vain attempts to maintain distance between them, like a scaredy cat from a fire-breathing Boggart. ᅠ“ Believe what you want. This intelligently-malicious-idea, as you call it, is something that would unlikely cross YOUR mind, considering the spineless groupies you like to associate yourself with. You may view me as a cold troll but in fact, my heart is quite big and generous enough to give you a lengthy start-up to get your sh*t back together. ” ᅠ Snape’s stubbornness in the form of sudden insurgency earned him a quick, tempestuous, eye roll. Like if James wasn’t close enough to flare up. ᅠ “ I don't care how hard you hit that slimy head of yours back then! But if you're feeling suicidal enough to go for the thrill that is solely your thing, my task here was to give you a final warning. Understand? Oh, no no, you're very wrong about that, as long as you engage in something that involves me, and my friends -- obviously, it becomes my business. ” The sudden clutch upon his wrist caught Potter off guard despite sharpened senses and drew a silent hiss from the Headboy. It wasn't enough to move someone with an athletic build like he himself was, BUT a desired result happened -- the chest jab ceased, nevertheless. A power-play of muscles stuck mid-air, with no withdrawal or further progress. Who could have guessed there was strength hiding in those skinny arms. ᅠ“ Now, that's the spirit! But you better save it for the next time, ” he acknowledged, wired in unrestrained mirth of a chuckle. Purposely leaving demand about Marauders to stay away unanswered. It caused yet another stir of discomfort, but the wrist was yanked from the snake's grasp soon afterward with a swat of his other hand. ᅠHe openly carried on dialogue without haste or a solid fraction of guilt, “ Keep them out of your mouth kindly, would you? It's me you're dealing with. First, you're in no position to argue, try to smart-mouth me again when you stop wincing like a Princess from a poke.~ And then, only then ... we'll have some serious talking. You have two weeks, Snape. /Two weeks/. ” -- To recover. ᅠWith yet, another warning the Marauder turned on his heel in order to hurry back to the Quidditch training. He was already late, thanks to certain someone. Potter left much damage on his soul and body, but the words he uttered that day reached a whole new level of torment and could likely haunt the Half-Blood Prince for time being. The resonance of a few words lingered in-depth with those gravel velvets of levity. ᅠ“ And remember, ” once more, he glanced at Snape over his shoulder, “ your life belongs to me now. ”

“  i guess you would never dare to waste a crisis.  ” // for James !

ㅤPotter's digits twitched at his side by pure instinct from the obsolete urge to reach for the wand. Mildly impressed by Slytherin's boldness to just appear near him like that, ( almost sounding as if he would lecture him) was enough to replace the primal instinct with an entertained chortle, whilst facing his direction at a slow pace. ㅤBit by bit — the aspiring cheshire grin directed Snape's way. Why is it his presence grated Potter's nerves to no end, and this day wasn't an exception? ㅤA click of his tongue, “ Not, of course. Where things need to be fixed there I am, speaking of which. Quite a while passed and I don't recall spotting in you a hint of 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑬 from not being 'almost-torn-apart'. ” He did not wait for Dungeon Bat to digest this information. A brisk step forward was made in no time with following action that came too sudden and unannounced. Finger pressed warningly right in the center of Snape's clothed pectorals, and the pressure from the impact was far from being called comfortable. Arrogantly dismissive as one seemed to be at Severus' words, far to grant it any real acknowledgment. ㅤ Potter's keen thirst for adventures proved to show in the worst images possible where he wouldn't shy himself from getting physical. This time, however, his behavior had quite a different meaning. What resonated from within the glass-framed optics lidded in scowl was a pure warning. Knowing James' explosive temper, he invested quite an admirable effort to keep his tone steady and this information separated from the curious ears of other students. Which means — he wanted this to stay just between two of them. ㅤHe started with a calm intonation at first. Lacking daggers between words like he normally would.

ㅤ “ If I'll catch you again ... spying, like previously, ” James' voice dropped an octave in threatening tune, as his vocals gradually raised to the point where he couldn't stress enough what fell out of his mouth, “ you'll be the one who will have a 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒. Just a friendly reminder, if you ever decide next time to sneak around, Snivy! ”

The implication was clear here, that fateful night Severus almost died if it paradoxically wasn't Potter saving his skin from Remus. That day, two lives were saved, and that secret better not spill; e v e r .

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 ㅤ|| & accepting )

MUSE list.

MAIN:

▫ Sirius Black ㅤ( main: active ) ㅤmarauders era & golden trio ▫ James Potter ㅤ( secondary: active ) ㅤmarauders era & AUs ▫ Remus Lupin ㅤ( rare: semi - active ) ㅤmarauders era & golden trio ▫ Peter Pettigrewㅤ( rare: semi - inactive ) ㅤmarauders era & golden trio

REQUEST ONLY:

▫ Scabior. ▫ Fenrir Greyback. ▫ Severus Snape. ▫ Lucius Malfoy. ▫ Rodolphus Lestrange. ▫ Igor Karkaroff. ▫ Eileen Prince.

FBAWTFT:

▫ Aberforth Dumbledore.

▫ Credence Barebone.

▫ Leta Lestrange.

▫ Percival Graves.

                                —  I  WANT  TO  COME  HOME

independent harry potter multimuse featuring credence barebone of fantastic beasts, penned by grey  (they/them ; 26), follows back from roleplay hub greyhovse, CARRD

" Don't let the past consume you. " - for leta??

Breath came in shallow, shuddering gasps, lungs could no longer remember how to fully expand, constricted by the vise-grip of anguish. Tears would have welled unseen behind her expressionless facade, an opaque veneer concealing the tempest of emotions raging within the innermost chambers of her soul. There, entombed in the silent archives of her mind, Leta Lestrange wrestled with the specter of a future bereft of the possibility of Corvus' laughter and love - an existence as bleak and colorless as the unforgiving void that had torn him away.

The voice addressing her registered only faintly, like a distant echo reverberating through the cavernous hollows of her grief-stricken psyche. Each question circling around topic of past made her breathing feel like a Herculean feat, each inhale a laborious act of will, drawing in air that felt devoid of life-giving essence.

In the labyrinthine recesses of her consciousness, Leta wandered, a forlorn specter haunting the ruins of sibling bond, now reduced to a silent mausoleum of nostalgia and regret. Her presence back on the ship - vibrant and achingly poignant, Irma's call saturated her thoughts, rendering her mien an inscrutable cipher - a fragile mask concealing the maelstrom of anguish that raged akin with that fated storm within the innermost chambers of her shattered heart.

' Don't let the past consume you.' Words tasted foreign on upon tongue as she repeated to herself in mere whisp.

The bride of sorrow stared vacantly ahead, detached listlessly, untethered from the present moment. The words spoken to her hung in the air, fading into a distant, muffled echo as if emanating from the far end of a long tunnel. Heart felt leaden in her chest as she managed a typical honey-liquoriced answer as if nothing bothered her, " Past is but all-consuming. "

But how could she explain the weight of her grief? How could she articulate the way it wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud? ... Thoughts of Corvus like any day prior consumed her consciousness - flashes of what could be joyful memories now forever tinged with the grey pallor of his absence. The well-meaning words of comfort, offered by a faceless stranger, dissipated into the ether, powerless to penetrate the all-consuming miasma of despair that enveloped her, a suffocating shroud woven from the unraveling threads of a life forever altered by the cruel machinations of fate.

And somewhere out of this room of glamour, full of feathered hats, coquettish applause, pearls, and sparkling champagnes the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room she couldn't see -- but concurrently felt the first stirrings of possibility. The past would always be a part of her, but perhaps it didn’t have to define her completely. That's what she always told herself, what her best --- her only friend told her. With each step forward, she could honor her little brother's memory while also reclaiming her own life. And for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope despite not purposely answering any further.

I wanted (had to) to keep him in the box, locked with many ... many ... locks until IDK the right moment would come, but I guess not gonna happen anytime soon. How long is my patience going to last with the obnoxious frisk (James)? Guess I must be starving for chaos, how else to explain it.

❪ 𝕲. ❫   come , my brothers and sisters !  this is a 𝒘𝒂𝒓  ──────   against muggles .   •    a selective blog for 𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐃 of fantastic beasts . written and hated by 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓼𝔂.