#carrow family

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Carrow family 1930s — ‘The Crow Sisters’

Eleanor Tomlinson as Tilphousia Carrow and Sophie Turner as Penthesilea Carrow

[konstantynowitz]

Introduction of Edeva Carrow:

Growing up in the Carrow household, Edeva witnessed the dark practices and ideologies espoused by her family. Her parents were strict and traditional, instilling in her the values of pure-blood supremacy.

Along with house elves, the Carrows had squibs as servants. To most of magical society, squibs were seen as failures of the magical lineage, often treated with disdain and cruelty.

Edeva was often exposed to her parents subjecting their squib servants to verbal and physical abuse, reinforcing the notion that they were lesser beings unworthy of respect.

At one point, Edeva's parents even forced her to cast the Cruciatus curse on a squib so that she would become desensitized and conform to their expectations and beliefs, as well as to teach her that squibs, as non-magical beings, were inferior and deserved punishment.

She was born in 1900 when her mom was only fourteen. Edeva’s father was already in his early twenties by the time of her birth. Her parents had an arranged marriage and at the time wealthy pure-blood families would often marry their daughters off young.

Mrs. Carrow was a member of the Nott family, her parents forced her into a marriage with an abusive and toxic man much older than herself. Her husband was a charming, handsome man, but behind closed doors he was a monster who wielded his charisma like a weapon, manipulating those around him while subjecting Mrs. Carrow to a relentless cycle of emotional and physical torment.

She adapted to the role as a mother with great difficulty as Mrs. Carrow saw Edeva as a source of her trauma and had a rather cold/distant relationship with her daughter.

Edeva’s mother felt pressure to succeed in providing her husband with a son to carry on the family name… her daughter was a reminder that she had not yet fulfilled that duty and would continue to disappoint her husband until she did produce a son.

Due to having Edeva so young, Mrs. Carrow had trouble conceiving again and was believed to have became infertile.

Obviously that was not true because she had children 26 years after the birth of Edeva. Even so, the fact that she had only provided her husband a daughter for the majority of her childbearing years was torture for Mrs. Carrow and was originally deemed a failure to her husband as a result.

In 1927, just a year after the birth of Casimir and Lavinia, Edeva left home to join Grindelwald as an acolyte, striving to disassociate herself from her home and make a name for herself outside of her family.

Since Mrs. Carrow was born a Nott, Edeva is the first cousin to Nott Sr, the father of Theodore Nott. He was the classmate of Tom Riddle and went to school with his cousins Casimir and Lavinia.

The twins hated their sister, mostly because during their early youth they picked up on their parents’ resentment towards Edeva. In the eyes of Casimir and Lavinia, their sister was an unwelcome burden to the family and they felt a certain level of disdain towards her.

In spite of being significantly younger than their sister, the twins still found ways to torture Edeva on the rare occasions she visited her family.

Casimir and Lavinia would often hex their sister and throw snide remarks at her. They’d pull mischievous tricks, delighting in her discomfort and ensuring that each visit felt like a visit to hell than a family reunion.

[poetryandbloods-blog]

Alecto Carrow (1958 - 2020)

Amycus Carrow (1958 - 2020)

Victoria Rookwood (1959 - 2023)

Melissa Carrow (1982 - )

Aspásia Carrow (1983 - )

Alecto and Amycus were twins, Alecto was born 5 minutes earlier, although they both served Voldemort in the first war, they were only marked during the second wizarding war and that was the only reason they escaped Askaban at the first time.

Amycus married after the fall of Voldemort and had two daughters.

Alecto never married becoming a renowned dualist, having won several competitions on behalf of Great Britain, although she was excellent she still could not compare to Bellatrix who had been trained by the Dark Lord himself.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Do you think all of the S28 have crests/animals like how the Malfoys have their peacocks and the Averys have barn owls?

Yes, I do! Most of the Sacred Twenty Eight seem too stuck on their high horse to not have something like a crest/animals to represent them. I went with animals for this since I've got significantly more thoughts for that than on the crests, but I would imagine these also show up on some variant of a family crest as well. I got a bit of help from a friend with this one but,,, here are our thoughts lol

Abbot - Doves

The Old English derivative "abbod" is a reference to the head of monasteries and the Old French "abet" means "priest".

Avery - Barn Owls

Black - Black Ravens

This is canon, as seen on the Black family tree, but ravens are the specific corvus due to their symbolism.

Bulstrode - Marsh Frog

The Old English "bula" means "bull" and "strōd" means "overgrown marsh", yet bullfrogs are not native to the area.

Burke - Porcupines

Derives from the Norwegian name "Børke", which originated from the Old Norse "birki", meaning "birch forest", a location commonly populated by porcupines.

Carrow - Stoat

The Welsh surname "Caeriw" means "dweller at the fort on the hill", an area that stoats can be found. They are also a breed of mustelid that highly resemble a weasel, which highlights their Slytherin traits in reference to the phrase "weasel out of something", meaning to be cowardly.

Crouch - Lamb

The Old English term "crūc" means "cross", an item from a religion associated with lambs in direct correlation to their saviour. I especially love this for the religious context and it symbolically means innocence, purity and sacrifice. Especially the latter works great with how Crouch Senior sacrifices his son for the sake of his career but also how Artemisia Crouch (Barty's mother) sacrifices herself for her son (who she believes to be innocent as far as we're aware), something that she would have never done if she had not married into the Crouch family.

Fawley - Hare

The names originate from the Old English terms "fealu", meaning "fallow", or "colour", "fealh", meaning "ploughed land", and "lēah", which means "woodland clearing". The hare is a woodland creature with earthy tones, suiting each origin.

Flint - Otter

The Old English name means "stream", an otter's habitat.

Gaunt - Serpent

The Middle English term meant "slender", an apt description of a snake and a reference for their status as Slytherin's heirs.

Greengrass - Red Deer

An animal that takes residence in grassy areas.

Lestrange - Fox

The name derived from "foreigner" in French, which leads one to believe that they were perceived as outcasts, presumably to the Muggle world, as would likely be subsequently associated with the occult, of which foxes are part. Traits symbolised by the animal also follow Slytherin's creed.

Longbottom - Hedgehog

The Old English words "lang" and "botm" mean "valley bottom", where hedgehogs may be found.

Macmillan - Lion

Often depicted on the Macmillan family crests.

Malfoy - Albino Peacocks

This is once again another canon one. Lucius Malfoy even owns an albino peacock and it scares Yaxley when he arrives along with I believe Severus for a meeting in June or July 1997? Something along those lines.

Nott - Salamander

The surname may be a variant of "Cnut", which is an English variant of the name Knud, the king who brought England and Denmark together, and salamanders are animals found in Denmark whose features pair with Slytherin traits.

Ollivander - Cow

The name originates from the Greek "olive wand", and as the known Ollivander pairs wands and wizards, the animal was chosen from Hera's sacred cow, combining professions and origins.

Parkinson - Bat

The name "Parkin" meant "little stone" in Middle English, and whilst it is a wider stretch than others, caves are typically comprised of rock, where bats can be located.

Prewett - Lion

The name is a variant of "Prewitt", which meant "valiant", suiting both the animal and the House of Gryffindor.

Rosier - Bee/Swan

My friend suggested bees, as they are pollinators of roses, I personally like the swan. The swan is most commonly a symbol of love, similar to how the red rose is, but it is also a symbol of beauty, something I think the Rosiers value a lot. This also fits with my headcanon that the Rosier family has a lot of Veela blood in it, as the Veelas transform into a bird-like creature when angry. They're described as cruel-beaked bird-like harpy-esque creatures and as someone who's witnessed an angry swan, I think it all adds up lol.

Rowle - Eastern Osprey

I headcanon the Rowle family to have roots in Denmark (hence names like Thorfinn) and the Eastern Osprey is a bird fairly commonly seen in Denmark.

Selwyn - Goat

The name originates from the Latin "Silvanus", Roman god of the forest, where goats could be seen.

Shacklebolt - Horse

The name obviously refers to breaking shackles, thus freedom, which is often represented by horses.

Shafiq - Persian Leopard

Derives from "shafaqa", meaning "compassion". Felines are widely loved in the culture and leopards symbolise power, beauty, and wisdom.

Slughorn - Slug

Ignoring the obvious reasons the Slughorns would be represented by slugs, slugs are also known to symbolise adaptability which we see with the one Slughorn we know of. Snails in general often symbolise tests of personal strength and we've also seen Horace Slughorn deal with many tests of personal strength, first when he tells Tom Riddle about the horcruxes and later when he tells Hari about the memory of it.

Travers - Heron

The name meant "to cross" in Old French, typically crossing a body of water, an exodus that herons are known to populate.

Weasley - Weasels

Yaxley - Bison

The name comes from "gēac" and "leah" in Old English, respectively meaning "cuckoo" and "woodland clearing". As yaks are not as popular in Europe, bison bear a close resemblance.

There was a lot of overlap with what we thought for a handful of families, though most of the explanations are by @literallysleepy! Hopefully, you guys enjoyed them as much as I did,,,,

[hxuse-xf-black]

[After a bust gone wrong, in which the suspected Death Eaters, Rookwood & the Carrows got off scot free] Mad-Eye: I think they're talking about us. Tonks: No, they're not. There's no need to be so paranoid, Mad-Eye. Mad-Eye: They're pointing at us and laughing.

[moonytoasted]

modern, muggle carrow siblings:

alecto carrow ˖°🦇ִ ࣪

amycus carrow ⋆ ˚｡🛹˚

[evaslytherpuff]

Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 @localravenclaw I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Slightly intense duel, Sexual tension (if you squint), Longing, Abusive and manipulative parents, Trauma induced illness, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Slight Somnophilia, Mentions of character deaths

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 4

Vivian’s POV

Vivian unfortunately didn't have double potions that day but she did get to see Ominis again in DADA and she was excited to see him. They were actually going to spend time together which made her feel giddy. He came to her for help. He could have asked anyone but he sought her out and she thought it was the sweetest thing. When she built up the courage to ask him for his time, the blush that blessed his cheeks made her heart pound against her chest. She understood that they just met but Ominis was truly enchanting. She looked forward to getting to know him alone without anyone else's opinions of him.

Professor Hecat made her way to the middle of the classroom and demanded that all the students stand as she magically moved the tables and chairs to the sides of the massive classroom.

"Today, we shall pair you all up in some friendly duels. I want to see how far you all have come over the years. I hope I have taught you well, if not, hmm we shall see how it goes." She chuckled lightly as she summoned the dueling platform from the floor. The class cheered as Professor Hecat made her rounds, eyeing the students up, making sure she had the pairs set in her mind.

"First up, Mr.Clopton and Mr.Prewett. Let's see what you've got." The Professor grinned as the two boys made their way to the platform and took their dueling positions. "On my count. Three, two, one! Begin!"

The light in the room seemed to change, highlighting the boys as Leander cast the first spell, knocking Everett off balance. Everett surprisingly didn't back down and cast an even stronger spell at Leander who easily blocked it. Vivian watched excitedly as the duel commenced but her eye's kept wandering over to Ominis who stood on the other side of the room. He held his wand out in front of him and smiled as he took in the two students dueling. She wondered what he saw with his wand. Did it send a visual to him? Could he fully see while he held it? The whole situation was fascinating to her.

She turned her attention back to the heated battle on the stage as Everett cast a powerful depulso in Leander's direction, knocking him clear off the platform. The class was in an uproar as Everett bowed to the students and crossed over to Leander, helping him up.

"Good one, Clopton." The red haired boy coughed as he took the Ravenclaws hand and stood up.

Next it was Natsai and Poppy. The two girls fought at an even level but Natsai seemed slightly more skilled than Poppy, although the petite Hufflepuff was extremely feisty, casting spells with a quiet confidence. Natty was very good at chaining her spells, sending one after the other to disorient Poppy but the young girl knew how to defend herself. Poppy's protective spells kept her shielded from Natty's onslaught. Unfortunately for her Natty finished with a Levioso, raising Poppy off the platform then Glacias, freezing Poppy in midair. She finished with a few basic casts until Poppy fell to the floor, the ice shattering around her. Poppy stood up quickly, dusting off her uniform as Natty jumped down from the dueling stage, the girls shook hands and laughed loudly as they returned to the sides of the classroom.

Then, surprisingly, it was Ominis and Vivian's turn. She hesitated when she heard who she was paired up with as she crossed to the platform but nearly tripped over her own feet as Ominis casually removed his robe and hung it up on a nearby training dummy then rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. She thought he was handsome before, but now, he was breathtaking. She had to shake her head a little as she walked up the stairs and stood on her end of the platform.

"Take your positions." Professor Hecat spoke from the sidelines.

"Don't go easy on me, understand." Ominis said calmly as he took his dueling stance.

"I wasn't planning on it Monsieur. Gaunt." She blushed as she took her stance as well, a smirk gracing his beautiful face.

"On my count. One, two, three!" Their Professor shouted.

Vivian was the first to cast without hesitation, snapping her wand in Ominis direction, he blocked her attack with ease. What surprised her was how quickly he was able to cast. Before his Protego shield even fell, he cast Confringo through the haze, damaging her with the fiery spell. She didn't go down easily though and swiftly cast right back. Eventually it became a back and forth between the two, a heated dance of who will win and who wouldn't. The way that Ominis would cast was like a snake, poised and ready to strike, his wand hand snapping forward with venomous fury. He was powerful and it sent chills up her spine to watch him perform with such precision and grace. She couldn't be distracted, if she let him get to her, she would easily lose.

Ominis chained his spells perfectly but Vivian was prepared, matching his strength and protecting herself from his rapid attacks. This man was determined though as he seemed to lose himself in the heat of battle. She noticed the tense look on his face as if his mind drifted while he was dueling. What was he thinking about, she wondered.

He somehow grew closer, pushing her further to the edge of the platform, she could barely move from his advance. He lifted her from the ground and she was completely unprepared. He then cast depulso followed by a swift descendo, forcing her arse to the ground. The shockwave that vibrated through her entire body knocked the air from her lungs and made her see stars. The class gasped in shock but started to clap hesitantly as Vivian slowly rose from the ground, still unsteady on her feet.

"Damn, Ominis, this was supposed to be a practice duel. You kind of lost it up there!" Leander snapped as he crossed to Vivian. "Are you alright?" He asked kindly. Ominis swiftly jumped from the platform and crossed over to her, hesitating to come closer, a look of horror on his pale face.

"I'm so sorry, Vivian. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me. Are you okay? I didn't mean to take it too far!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Guys, I'm fine." She said as she brushed dirt from her uniform. "Wow, Ominis. Your skills are exceptional! I think that was the longest and most intense duel I have ever had. It was thrilling and a privilege to duel with such an excellent duelist like you." She held out her hand to him but he seemed terrified to take it. Eventually he clasped his delicate fingers around hers and shook gently.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked softly before letting her hand go.

"I'm fine, Ominis. Really. You won fair and square. It was actually a lot of fun." She giggled as Leander nodded and patted Ominis' shoulder before he walked back to the rest of the students. Ominis still looked like he could vomit at any minute as Professor Hecat crossed over to them.

"That was a very impressive duel. One of the best I've ever seen. Well done Mr. Gaunt. Ms. Beausoleil, you did a wonderful job, they taught you well at Beauxbatons." The witch smiled warmly before walking away to announce the next pair of duelists.

"Thank you, Professor Hecat." Vivian beamed but Ominis appeared to be on the verge of a panic attack. Vivian stood by his side and grabbed his hand gently and was relieved that he didn't pull away.

"Ominis, Je vais bien. Je te le promets. I'm fine, I promise you that I'm fine." She said soothingly as she rubbed his knuckles softly. He closed his eyes and tried his best to take slow and even breaths.

"Are you sure, Vivian? I'd be devastated if I actually harmed you." He sighed and ran his free hand through his blond locks.

"I am unharmed, Ominis," She said kindly. "Besides, I've got enough back there to soften the blow of a fall." She laughed and his face turned beet red when he realized she was talking about her behind. He blinked rapidly in her direction and was rendered speechless so she decided to change the subject.

"You are quite the duelist. Where did you learn to do all of that?" His face dropped while the blush drained from his cheeks and she immediately knew she messed up.

"It's not something I really like talking about. I come from a very twisted and horrible family. I despise my name with a passion and l am not proud to be a Gaunt. Where did you learn to duel? I could tell that your knowledge goes beyond what our schools have taught us." He said softly.

"My mom and dad. They were very skilled and made sure I knew how to defend myself. I appreciate you noticing." She blushed.

"Our duel was pretty thrilling wasn't it? That was the most exciting thing I've felt in a while." He said as Imelda won against Adalaide.

"It was pretty amazing." She said as she stared up at him, a ray of sunlight shone through the glass window, highlighting his beautiful face. She swallowed hard when his blue eyes landed on her and he smiled gently.

"I'd happily duel you again. Maybe this time I'll win." She giggled.

"Maybe." He continued to smile then cleared his throat, realizing they were still holding hands. He hesitated for a moment but pulled his fingers from hers and returned his attention back to the class.

She came to school to focus, to pass with flying colors and move forward with her life, but Ominis was proving to be a wonderful distraction.

Ominis' POV

For the rest of his classes, all Ominis could think about was what Vivian had said in DADA. He could barely focus as her words kept replaying in his mind. "Besides, I've got enough back there to soften the blow of a fall." Now all he could do was think about her arse. He was shocked but also found it refreshing that she could easily talk about her body like that. She just blurted it out like it was nothing, as if she was talking to one of the girls in her dorm, not to a guy who couldn't stop thinking about her since she walked through the doors of the Great Hall.

When she laughed in Herbology it sounded like music to his ears. What was she laughing about? Who made her laugh out loud so joyfully? He slowly turned in his stool until he was facing her energy.

As long as he held his wand in his hand, this is what he was able to "see." Everything in this world gives off energy, in waves, sparks, hazes, auras, glows, etc. With the help of his wand, he could easily read a person's energy. Poppy always seemed to glow, very vibrant and warm. Natty gave off sparks, great energy and headstrong. His brothers were hazy like smog. Their energy felt heavy and toxic, smothering even. Then there was Vivian. Her energy was entirely different from everyone else's. He didn't know why though. Was it because he was attracted to her? Vivian wasn't just energy, she appeared like the entire galaxy laid out before him. It was the most mesmerizing thing he ever saw and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She was giggling and joking with Imelda and a small part of him felt a little...jealous? He wanted to be the one who made her laugh, the guy she made jokes with, the one she could talk to all day. Was it wrong or weird to be attracted to someone so fast? He sort of felt like a creep for having these thoughts about her but he also couldn't seem to help it.

"Are you alright, Ominis?" Professor Garlick appeared next to him and startled him out of his conflicted mind, making him jump, his tentacula plant gurgling loudly.

"Yes Professor. I'm okay." He said softly, embarrassed to be caught not paying attention.

"Just making sure. You're doing very well by the way. Your tentacula is adjusting to its new soil with ease. Keep up the good work." Professor Garlick said sweetly before she walked away to check on another student.

Ominis finished up his assignment and tucked his notebook into his satchel. His attention eventually returned to Vivian. He was a whirlwind of emotions and it was giving him a migraine. He sighed heavily as Professor Garlick dismissed the class and Vivian left the greenhouse with Imelda. He would be meeting her after his Charms class and he didn't know if he was anticipating it or regretting his decision to ask for her help.

His anxiety was in full swing as his final class finished and he made his way to the clock tower. His heart was pounding so loud he could hear every beat echoing in his ears. There she stood, leaning against the entryway to the courtyard, her energy emitting stars and clouded colors around her silhouette. He approached her slowly while mustering a small smile. Her energy shifted entirely as she pushed off from the wall.

"Ominis, you look pale. Are you sure you're alright?" She placed the back of her hand against his forehead and he raised a brow at her concern.

"I still think I hurt you during our duel." He said as he lowered his head, he could feel her staring through him, examining him.

"I'm a tough girl, Ominis. There is a lot about me that you don't know. I can take a few hits and keep on going. If you had hurt me, trust me, I would have been honest and told you. Come here." She pulled him in and hugged him and his eyes grew wide. He was able to feel her again, to hold her in his arms, it made him feel excellent. He sighed in content as she rested her head on his chest. Stuff like this would usually annoy him or make him feel embarrassed but with Vivian it was different, he felt like the world fell away, she felt so right in his embrace. She cleared her throat as she pulled away from him and he had to stifle a whimper at the loss of her body pressed to his.

"Are you ready to brew some potions?" She asked excitedly as she led him out into the courtyard.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He shrugged as he followed behind her.

"No need to panic, I'm here with you, I'll guide you through it." She reassured him as she sat down in the corner of the stony yard, yanking him down with her. He sat beside her as she began to pull out all the ingredients they needed for the potions.

"We aren't doing this in the potions room?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Nope. I ran it by Professor Sharp and he said it would be fine as long as we are careful. I want to do this to help you and he understood that." She said confidently as she started to get to work.

"He was okay with this?" Ominis was shocked.

"It helps that I'm a good and trustworthy student." She giggled. "I've only been here all of two days but he knows how seriously I take my potions. I'm going to help in any way I can, okay, I know what it feels like to not sleep." She said sadly. He hesitated but decided to ask her anyway.

"What keeps you awake at night?" He wondered as she handed him a ladle.

"Memories of my mom and dad. The night she was killed. The day I found my father had died in his sleep. It all haunts me. When I had to leave Marseille and move in with my Grandmother. She's a sweet woman, le meilleur en fait, but her house doesn't feel like home to me. She's the best, you would like her." She said confidently.

"I would like her? What is she like?" He asked as he helped her stir the potion a few times.

"I may be judging but, you seem like the type of guy that likes a nurturing soul, my mamie is kind and caring. She's always looking out for others. I love her dearly." He liked how she sounded so happy when talking about her Grandmother. He didn't really get the chance to know his, either of them, they were dead before he was born. From what he read and heard about them though, it was probably better this way. His father's parents were worse than him and he's a horrific man. His mother's family was rumored to be sick and twisted and this was obviously passed on to her, a woman who was as vicious as she was beautiful.

"She sounds great, Vivian." He said with a sincere smile. He noticed her energy changed for just a moment then faded back to its original colors. He wondered what that meant. It was aggravating that he couldn't decipher one color from another. He's been blind since the day he was born so he didn't know which color was which. Sebastian would try his best to describe things to him but he had no idea what a blue sky was. A green tree was a mystery to him, red flowers just sounded like a pretty plant in his opinion. It was frustrating how people thought he could tell colors apart when he truly couldn't. He turned his head to take in the stars and swirls her form emanated. What color was her hair? He could tell it was tied up on top of her head. Was she pale like moonlight or sun kissed with glowing radiance? What color were her eyes or her lips? He was so curious and desperately wanted to know. His blindness never really bothered him before, he had grown used to it, but now he wanted to see her so badly it pained him.

"This potion batch is almost done, would you like to brew some more? I have enough ingredients for another cauldron full." She asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Another batch would be lovely please." He gave her a genuine smile and her atmosphere shifted again and this time it stayed that way and his heart began to race. Was she...blushing?

"Alright, let's get started." She chuckled.

They continued to make potions all through the evening and Ominis even walked her back to their common room. This time, he chose to cross the threshold with her. It had been ages since he slept in his dorm but for some reason, he wanted to feel closer to her.

"Good night, Ominis. I hope our potions help you sleep well tonight." She gently hugged him before retreating to the girl's dormitory. He smiled to himself as he sat down on one of the couches near the fireplace. His satchel was filled with the Dreamless Sleep potions they brewed together and he was beyond thankful for them. He had enough to last him for about a week and she even promised to help him brew more if he needed them. He knew that he would so he told her it was definitely going to happen and her energy seemed to bloom and grow more vibrant. He took that as her excitement and it made him happy to bask in the feelings she radiated.

He reluctantly trudged up to the boy's dormitory, crossing the iron bridge, until he stood in front of the door. He could hear voices inside but it only sounded like two people. He opened the door and the voices abruptly stopped.

"Holy shit! You're in our dorm, Gaunt?" Nigel's voice sounded from his bed.

"I thought I'd sleep in here tonight." Ominis shrugged.

"Good luck with that, your bed has been collecting cobwebs since you haven't slept in it." Keith chimed in.

Ominis simply cast a quick cleaning charm with a roll of his eyes and his bed was as good as new.

"This isn't about the new Slytherin is it?" Nigel asked from across the room.

"No, where I was sleeping has become uncomfortable." Ominis quickly changed into his pajamas and flopped down on his freshly cleaned bed.

"Man, I'd love some alone time with her. She's gorgeous." Keith sighed and Ominis suddenly became agitated, clutching his wand tightly before setting it down on the bedside table.

"You mean Vivian?" Ominis asked, trying to remain calm. He didn't know her enough, she wasn't his girlfriend, he had no right to be jealous. Yet he was.

"Hell yeah, I understand you're blind and I'm not sure how you feel about that, but if only you could see her." Nigel chuckled.

"She's honestly the prettiest Slytherin I've ever seen. I can't get over her eyes and lips." Keith groaned and laid back on his bed. Ominis wanted to punch both of them but he restrained himself.

"It would be nice to see her, the way you two describe her, she sounds beautiful." Ominis said as he clenched his fists and laid down on his own bed and pulled the covers over his body.

"She is, Keith is over here talking about her lips, ha! It's her hips and breasts I can't stop thinking about." Nigel laughed and high fived Keith before crossing to his bed to sit on it.

"Have some decency, Nigel. Don't be a pig!" Ominis snapped, a little too aggressively.

"Woah, calm down, Ominis! She doesn't even seem to be into anyone else but you anyway." Keith snapped.

"What the hell are you talking about, Keith? It's only been a few days." Ominis fired back.

"From the moment she arrived here, she's been hanging out with you." Nigel interjected.

"Well, one, she's my potions partner. Two, she helped me brew a few potions to help me sleep, she was assisting me since my potions are awful. We are just friends, that's all." Ominis shook his head.

"So does this mean I can ask her on a date?" Keith asked with way too much enthusiasm.

"Don't ask me, it's up to Vivian. I can't speak for her." Ominis sighed heavily as he rolled over to pull a potion out of his bag.

"Hey! What if I want to ask her?" Nigel snapped.

"Yeah right!" Ominis and Keith said in unison.

Ominis had to fight back the urge to laugh, although the situation was funny, he was annoyed with both of them at the moment. Nigel was considered very handsome according to other students but his flaw was his awful personality. He was always a jerk and a bully to others and that made him unattractive. Ominis couldn't lie, he was worried about Keith. The girls always gossip about him and how good looking he is. He also had a more approachable personality compared to Nigel. Would Vivian say yes to him if he asked her out? Was it wrong for Ominis to hope she turned him down? His stomach was in knots and all he wanted to do was sleep so he could block out the two Slytherin boys.

Erebus Gaunt's POV

Erebus sat on the armchair in the corner of his bedroom as shouting continued to echo from down the hall. He sighed heavily and set his letters down on a nearby table and stood up to leave his room to see what all the commotion was. He shut his door behind him as his father's voice rang out from Marvolo's room. As Erebus crept closer, he could clearly make out his father's words, and he was livid.

"What the fuck is going on with my son!" His father shouted at an unseen being in Marvolo's bedroom.

"S-sir, l've told you, l'm not entirely sure. We've examined him and he seems to be perfectly healthy. I-I have never come across this type of situation in my line of work." Another man's voice stuttered in fear.

"Why is his hair turning white?" Hadeon growled.

"I have only heard rumors of this happening and supposedly it hasn't been scientifically proven but, this could be trauma induced Canities Subita, the sudden whitening of the hair. Has Marvolo experienced anything that could have been…permanently damaging?" The doctor asked nervously.

Their father sighed. "He lost his fiancée on their wedding day. Just this past February. She died in his arms." Their father said quietly.

"Goodness! I am so sorry for your loss, young man." The doctor genuinely sounded like he cared, unlike their father, who announced the situation like he was talking about the weather. Marvolo was completely silent as Erebus stood outside the open door and eavesdropped.

"Can he be fixed? I need him to be perfectly healthy in order to work. Will this affect his ability to perform well at his job?" Hadeon asked sternly.

"Fortunately for him, no. This may just affect his appearance since he's otherwise healthy. Nothing wrong with his body, heart, or brain, and his blood work is normal. Marvolo is in great shape, his hair may just-gradually turn white. If he can work through the trauma, it's possible it could return to the normal midnight black color he's used to." Erebus could literally hear the scowl that was probably plastered on his fathers face.

"Your positivity sickens me but I'm glad he's technically fine and able to work. You may leave now, Doctor." The authority in his dad's voice clearly spooked the poor man and he quickly left the room, almost colliding with Erebus on his way out. Erebus moved to stand in the doorway and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Pardon my intrusion, Father. Do you have the roster for tonight's deliveries?" Erebus asked, gaining his father's attention.

"I do. I'll get it for you as soon as I can. I'll be in my office. There are some things I need to attend to first." Hadeon said as he limped over to leave the room. Erebus moved out of his way and entered the bedroom to sit on the edge of Marvolo's bed.

"What's going on with you, Marvolo?" Erebus asked, his deep voice breaking the awkward silence in the room.

"Marie Antoinette Syndrome apparently." Marvolo responded softly as he gazed at his reflection in his mirror. His golden eyes were blank and showed absolutely no reaction to his diagnosis.

"This is about Lucia, isn't it?" Erebus watched as his brother ran his fingers through his long hair. A pure white streak stood out against the rest of his dark waves.

"It's always about Lucia. Every time I close my eyes, I relive losing her all over again, she's gone. There's nothing I can do about that." Marvolo swallowed hard with a clenched jaw.

"I know how you feel. The girl I love is gone too." Erebus sighed and Marvolo whirled around to stare daggers into his brother.

"The girl you love is not gone, she's just out of your reach! She is not dead lying in a fucking cemetery, Erebus!" Marvolo roared, his chest heaving as he finally showed some form of emotion.

"You're right. Unfortunately Vivian would never have me now after all that I have done to her. I don't even know where she is." Erebus said as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

"You're a hunter. Track her down if you care for her so much." Marvolo snapped.

"I will...in my free time. If I ever get any." He grumbled as his brother rolled his eyes.

"When we hunt, we also do some digging. You'll find her again." Marvolo shrugged and made it sound like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"I would have to force her to be mine. She won't do it willingly, not after we killed her mother." Erebus scoffed and shook his head, a strand of hair tumbling from his slicked back look. He fixed the stray curl with a groan as Marvolo moved to stand in front of him.

"I'm the one who killed her mother, not you. I used the killing curse. Somehow Vivian managed to get away from you that night, which is still a mystery, but you will see her again. We'll make sure of it. If you have to force her to be with you and love you, so be it. I'm honestly tired of hearing you "trying" to get over her. The last one you bought home sounded like she was being murdered." Marvolo chuckled wickedly.

"She claimed that she could handle being fucked and clearly she could not. It was a very frustrating night. I used a memory charm and sent her on her way." Erebus sighed.

"Better than killing her like you have to some of the others." His brother said with a smirk.

"Those girls were accidents. I only ever killed one willingly because she was standing over me with a knife!" Erebus scowled.

"Doesn't really matter to me anyway. I sleep around too and murder just because. Anything to try and fill the void Lucia left behind, so in some ways, I understand why you do it. You don't have to get over Vivian though, I'll help you find her." Marvolo said as he crossed to his bedroom door. Erebus stood to leave the room with his brother, staring at Marvolo with a puzzled expression.

"Why would you help me?" He said and crossed his big arms over his chest.

"Because I owe you for being the one who killed Vivian's mom." Marvolo said nonchalantly as their father called for them from down the hall.

"Time to work. Let's see what he has for us.” Erebus smirked.

The brothers crossed the threshold to their father’s office. Even though it was the middle of the day, his space was shrouded in darkness and looming shadows. His golden gaze bore into his sons as he sat in his high back chair and frowned. They both took a seat in the armchairs that were situated in front of Hadeon's desk. The old man sighed and pulled out his roster from a locked drawer.

"The deliveries will go as planned, Erebus. Here is the list of muggles and their buyers. I expect each one to be completed swiftly and without any issues. Now, onto a slightly bigger problem. There has been a wizard by the name of Fletcher, that is trying to stir up an uprising, claiming that he can gain enough power to bring me down. Here's the thing—the fucker is a coward—hiding behind a group of witches and wizards he has working for him. I need you both to spy on, track down, and torture his little posé until you can find his true whereabouts. Once you have done that, bring him to me alive. I want to be the one to finish the job. Understand?" Hadeon asked them sternly.

"Understood Father." The brothers said in unison.

"I heard that a few of his lackeys have been spotted hanging around Hogsmeade. Start there, see what you can find out. You're dismissed. I know the both of you will get this job done. Do not disappoint me." Hadeon said with a clenched jaw.

Erebus noticed that their father had been behaving differently. He always walked with a limp due to his deformity of having one leg that was longer than the other but now it seemed like their father was in constant pain. He would try to hide his winces and hissed in breaths but Erebus was overly observant. He could tell that something was wrong. Inbreeding may have affected his father’s body but the man was still an imposing threat. No one should underestimate him. Since his father was trying his best to cover it up, he wouldn't ask him what was going on, he knew the old man would be furious if someone noticed that anything was off.

Marvolo stood to leave when suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. Their mother poked her blonde head into the room with a small smile.

"Just coming up to let you boys know that lunch is ready." She said softly before opening the door all the way.

"Thank you, Darling. We'll be down in a minute." Hadeon responded as he stood from his desk and limped over to his wife to kiss her forehead. Marvolo was right behind him as they exited into the hallway. Erebus stood to leave but his mother walked into the office and closed the door.

"May I have a word?" She asked with that same small smile that never truly reached her mismatched eyes, another result of inbreeding on her side of the family.

"You closed the door. So apparently you can, Mother." Erebus sighed as Lorelei stood in front of him.

He wasn't fond of his mom and it was clear for anyone to see. Their relationship was very strained ever since the witch gave him the scar over his left eye, leaving his face marred and his iris resembling that of a snake. Erebus had overheard a conversation he shouldn't have and she punished him for it at the age of twelve. Not only was she mentally and physically abusive, she also picked favorites out of her boys, which is probably why she stopped him to talk.

"I overheard that you boys will be taking a trip to Hogsmeade. I have a favor to ask. Could you check on your brother? I just want to make sure Ominis is alright." She clasped her hands together in front of her body and sighed heavily.

Of course, it all circled back to Ominis, her golden child that she spoiled rotten. Erebus couldn't stand his little brother and he did not hesitate to show his disdain for the young man. Not because his mother seemed to baby and favor the blind boy but because of her parental smothering turning Ominis into a whining coward. Erebus did believe that his brother had potential, if he wasn't so terrified and repulsed by the dark arts.

"Why even bother, Mother? It's clear that he wants nothing to do with us. You worry about him too much." Erebus sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Erebus, he is still your brother and my son, nothing will change that. You may hate him but try to see things in my perspective. I'm a mother who is concerned about her child." She tried her best to sound like she cared but it came across as just being nosy.

"Concerned? Where was your concern when Father tortured us throughout our lives? When we were forced to fight one another to see who came out on top? The best of your children. Where was your fucking concern when you mangled my face? You claim that you care but I do not believe it! It doesn't matter anyway, he refuses to speak to any of us. He took his share of the money and left! Let him go, Mother." Erebus said through gritted teeth.

"Our treatment of you boys made you stronger. We prepared you for a world that is not kind, Erebus. You are not weak like Ominis, he is so naive to what is really out there. He can not handle the harshness of the world the way you and Marvolo can. You don't have to write to him or even approach him. I'm hoping that you may just...see him. He used to go to Honeydukes quite often. Perhaps you'll run into him there." She looked at him with hope in her eyes and it made him feel sick.

"Fine. Don't look so hopeful, Mother. I may not even come across him."

"If you don't, then it wasn't meant to be. I do have a question for you though. Do you still have feelings for that girl you were looking for?" She took a step closer and tilted her head at him.

"That girl's name is Vivian. Yes, I still have feelings for her. That hasn't changed. I stopped pursuing her after Marvolo killed her mother. I won't lie. I'd love to find her but...she doesn't want me. She won't have me." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Erebus, you usually take what you want. Why is this girl suddenly different?" His mother placed her hands on her hips and shook her head at him.

"She was the first girl that didn't see me as a monster. Not until I took things too far and ruined her life. I took her for granted and destroyed our relationship. I take what I want? I took her sense of security, I took her family, I took her trust in me and twisted it into something it wasn't. All of this happened and yet...I still long for her, I still dream of her, I will always love her." He felt his anger and frustration building as he clenched his hands into fists.

"If you somehow find out how your brother is doing, I may pull some strings with the Ministry and see if l can find some information on Vivian. Would you want that?" His mother asked.

"More than anything. I have her letters, I read them repeatedly, they make me realize how badly I ruined things. I know this is mainly to find out how Ominis is but...why would you help me? You haven't before. First Marvolo, now you, what is going on?" He scowled.

"I didn't know your brother offered his help. As for me, maybe it might make up for the scar I gave you and everything I've put you through. I'm not the best mother. I know that. I do want my boys to be happy though, believe it or not." She said and it almost sounded sincere.

"I'll see what I can do about Ominis." He sighed with a shrug.

"I'll see what I can find out about your girl." His mother slightly smirked. "Let's go have lunch." She moved to open the door again and Erebus let her leave the room first.

After a bland and abysmal meal with his family, Erebus retreated back to the armchair in front of the fireplace in his room. He released a long and drawn out sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose as he picked up the letters on his end table once more. He caressed the broken wax seal with his thumb before pulling the parchment out of the textured envelope. Inside was one of his letters from Vivian. The letters started out simple and almost hesitant. She just wanted to take part in her mother's pen pal program. It was meant to reach out and try to help troubled youth and he sure was troubled. She was very kind and chatty, she had no idea what she was walking into. He hated that he had lied to her, he even gave her a fake name, but he had to so she wouldn't learn too much about him. When he slowly started to divulge and open up to her, she accepted him, she believed that everyone deserves a second chance.

Then things got more intense, her kind words and open heart made him grow more attached to her, he couldn't help but fall for her. Letter after letter, his desire for this sweet young woman intensified. He started to get a little flirty, which she quickly refused and that only frustrated him. It wasn't enough to be her pen pal, it wasn't enough to just be friends with her, he needed and wanted more from her. He needed her to love him. He was persistent in his letters which eventually scared her off. She just wanted to be friends and he wasn't having that, he wasn't satisfied with just that.

She had trusted him too much in the beginning. She was even foolish enough to give him her address, he had given the address of a man who was dead, one of his targets actually. The letters couldn't be traced back to him, but he could find her and find her he did. He started stalking her, following her wherever she went, except when she was safely inside school. He scared her when he first approached her, Showing up outside of Beauxbatons one weekend. He tried his best to be sweet but she had her guard up. He just wanted to see her, be near her, possibly even hold her if she would let him. She did not. Even worse, she told him about her boyfriend, someone he had to get rid of quickly. The exchange lasted for only a moment but she wasn't happy to see him.

He found her so-called lover and made sure the prick knew his place, which was as far away from Vivian as possible. The guy clearly got the message because he broke up with her the next day. Vivian had sent him another letter accusing him of having something to do with her breakup but he denied it claiming that he hadn't gone back to the school since his first visit. She didn't believe him and blatantly demanded that he leave her alone and stop writing to her.

He was not going to allow that. He kept writing to her, even though she ignored him, until one night when she couldn't turn him away. It was days after her birthday and he was on a hunt near Paris that went horribly wrong. He ended up badly injured and found himself outside of her house. He threw rocks up at her window, as best as he could, until she snuck outside to let him in. She was furious that he had the nerve to show up there but quickly caved and changed her mind when she saw the condition he was in. They crept up to her room so they wouldn't wake her parents and Vivian did everything she could to help heal and treat his wounds. There was an awkward silence between the two of them but he couldn't take his eyes off of her while she worked. She didn't ask questions and took pity on him that night, even allowing him to stay until dawn. She offered him a place to sleep on the couch in her bedroom while she took her bed.

He knew he took things way too far that night by ignoring her wishes and giving into his twisted urges. He waited until she was sound asleep, curled up on her bed, nestled in her blankets before he crawled onto the bed with her well after two in the morning. He pulled her in as close as he possibly could but they didn't quite fit. He loved that she had generous curves to hold and caress but she was still so small compared to him. He was well over six feet tall and all hard muscle. Vivian was barely five foot five and his frame completely swallowed hers.

That night should have ended so differently but instead it ended in disaster. He remembered how his hands leisurely roamed her body as she slept beside him. How soft her skin was under his fingertips, the supple flesh of her breasts being kneaded by his hands, her scent washing over him as he trailed his lips from her neck down to her shoulder. He did his best to wrap his arms around her without waking her so he could press his body against hers. She stirred and groaned but didn't wake up, which he was thankful for. He could have easily spelled her, the Imperius curse was very tempting, but he didn't want Vivian to be mindless. He needed her to feel as deeply as he did. To experience every detail, every sensation, each second of every moment—she was his craving. He tried to deny it, he wanted to fight it, but he couldn't help himself when it came to her. He slowly began to thrust his hips against her arse and stifled a moan that was on the verge of escaping his lips. He was losing himself as he ground his pelvis against her backside, wishing that he was buried in her tight heat. He kissed her neck and explored her body, lifting her nightdress up to expose her underwear. He was just about to slip his hand inside the waistband of her knickers when she abruptly woke up and screamed. He tried to calm her down but it was too late, she felt betrayed. Her little fists pounded into him and he could hear her parents storming down the hall towards her room so he fled, escaping out the window as Vivian cried on her bed.

The final nail in the coffin was when he decided to just...take her. He knew she didn't love him but maybe she could learn to, especially if it was the only choice she had. He showed up one night during a hunt. He figured, if he could chase after and catch muggles, he could do the same with Vivian. He lost it and snapped, his obsession getting the better of him. Marvolo was with him that night and all hell broke loose. He wasn't expecting Vivian to put up as much of a fight as she did. He completely underestimated her and her magical ability. She fought back and her mother ran out of the house to save her daughter. Erebus nor his brother were thinking clearly that night. Vivian's mother screamed for her to run and Vivian obeyed, fleeing from him. Amidst all the chaos, Marvolo cast the killing curse, murdering her mother in the dead of night. Erebus was too slow to stop him and by the time he turned around to seek out Vivian, she was gone.

After that horrific night, Erebus never saw her again. He laid low for weeks and when he had the opportunity to return to her home, the place was cleared out and she was nowhere to be found. He didn't know if she had any other family besides her parents that she could live with or if the Ministry was protecting her after her mother's death. Was he a fool to hope to see her again? He didn't know, but he hated the idea of just giving up. No, he would surprisingly listen to Marvolo, he would find her again and this time she'll be his... he'll make sure of it.

A/N: Before you attack me for killing my beloved Lucia, DO NOT WORRY, I am working on an alternate storyline where she is indeed alive and well. Her death was an important part of this story and is the reason Marvolo descends into madness. It unfortunately had to happen. It's all going to get intense from here.

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"Odysseus Gaunt will belong to Hiram Gaunt. Odysseus Carrow has to belong to himself or he'll vanish."

-Odysseus Carrow

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A Carrows Murder (The Carrows Family Chronicles, Book 10) by Annabelle Lewis | #BookReview #Standalone @iReadBooksTours @ALewisAuthor @AnnabelleLewisAuthor

Lewis skillfully balances a fast-paced, twisty plot with moments of levity & deep emotional resonance. The Carrows’ attempt to heal their friend’s broken heart leads to an unpredictable & gripping tale that keeps readers hooked from the first page to the last. With its rich characters and unexpected turns, A Carrows Murder stands as a delightful and thrilling addition to the series—a must-read for both fans and newcomers alike. A Carrows Murder (The Carrows Family Chronicles, Book 10) by Annabelle Lewis | #BookReview #Standalone @iReadBooksTours @ALewisAuthor @AnnabelleLewisAuthor

A Carrows Murder (The Carrows Family Chronicles, Book 10) by Annabelle Lewis | #BookReview #Standalone @iReadBooksTours @ALewisAuthor @AnnabelleLewisAuthor A book blog tour from iRead Book Tours. Thank you to the author, publisher, & Lauren at iRead for providing me with the information for this tour. A Note from Annabelle Lewis: Welcome to the latest installment of The Carrows Family…

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A Carrows Murder

Title: A Carrows Murder (Carrows Family Chronicles #10) Author:  Aannabelle Lewis Demographic: Adult Genre: Mystery, Crime, Romance, Humour Synopsis: A Crafty Plan. A Healing Sojourn. A Deadly Twister. Royal Dutton, close friend and stylist for Charles and Angelica Carrows, has a broken heart and he’s falling to bits. Disturbed by Royal’s escalating depression and dangerous choices, the…

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tell me more about the Avery family!

There’s not much to tell at the moment, it’s all just one big jumbled mess of ideas.

Albert Avery, also known as Avery sr, was born in 1927 to Ursuline Avery and her husband (who I haven’t officially named just yet). Albert was a classmate of Tom Riddle and was recruited into the Knights of Walpurgis when Riddle first established it in 1938 — Avery was in his second year at Hogwarts, a year below Tom. He was probably the Knight that Riddle trusted the most, tasking Albert to be his eyes and ears while at Hogwarts (besides that Carrow twins, at least).

There’s a lot of things regarding Avery’s background that remain unclear. For starters, I originally came up with the idea for his mother to have passed away around the time Albert was around three years old. It may still happen, but I’m actually leaning towards the idea of keeping her alive, especially when putting a face to a name for Ursuline’s character. She just doesn’t seem like the type of woman to die early on, you know? I feel like she’s more of a matriarch to the Avery family, if you know what I mean. Ursuline most definitely runs the circus!

My first thoughts when working on Albert Avery’s character development was that he’d be an only child. He and his father didn’t really get along, and well… there might’ve been some abuse within the Avery household, especially towards Ursuline. Keep in mind that this is not at all what I have planned for the Avery family now that I can actually envision them in my mind’s eye.

From the beginning, I pictured Ursuline much younger than how I portray her in the fancast. She was supposed to be a French witch, between the ages of 16-18, arranged to marry a man a bit older than herself. Lord Avery (which is what I’m going to call Albert’s father), was a heartless and callous man who only took on mistresses for company, having no emotional connection to them at all. Even when he married Ursuline, he preferred the presence of a side piece in his bed rather than his own young, beautiful wife. Why? Who knows. It’s not like he loved any of the women he took to his chambers in place of Ursuline.

When Albert was born, Lord Avery seemed to have no love for the boy. It was as if his disdain for his wife and left him unfeeling towards his own son; perhaps because the baby came from her, the woman he hated the most. As a result, Albert was raised solely by his mother and the household staff, only ever interacting with his father during social events, since oftentimes Lord Avery would be away on “business”, which usually involved the visitations of several women to his hotel suite.

An early idea was to have Louisa Avery, Albert’s younger sister, to actually be a child born to Lord Avery and one of his mistresses. This would’ve happened at some point after Ursuline’s death (if she did in fact die), but since I plan to keep her alive I made Louisa her daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I still think that a change in Louisa’s parentage could be a possibility, but that’s a thought for another day.

See? It’s all just a jumble of ideas. There’s so much more I could add into this post, but I feel like that would make it all the more complicated. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how it all plays out as I continue building the Avery family lore. Most likely in the near future headcanons will be posted, but that’ll take a bit until I can set things straight with these characters.

Thanks for the ask!

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Carrow family - part I

Aquiles Carrow (1938 - 2021)

Thysania Crouch (1940 - )

Theseus Carrow (1955 - )

Belladona Rowle (1964 - )

Flora Carrow (1982 - 2020)

Hestia Carrow (1982 - 2020)

Perseus Carrow (1985 - )

Aquiles did not belong to Tom Riddle's generation and was not involved in the war, although like many other pureblood families they supported his ideals.

He had a sister four years younger who married Corvus Lestrange.

He married Thysania Crouch with whom he had three children, Theseus born in 1955 and twins Amycus and Alecto born in 1958. Theseus always preferred the academic side, becoming a scholar of magical theory.

Theseus later married Belladona Rowle with whom he would have three children, sisters Flora and Hestia and a boy, Perseus.

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What's My Name? - R.B.

Bully!Regulus Black x fem!reader

summary: you’ve befriended the emeralds and few other Slytherin’s. Regulus is drawn to you like a magnet, but knows you have no business associating with them or their families, so he tries to scare you off. It backfires spectacularly.

cw: MDNI 18+ Regulus tries to white fang you. degradation, bullying, toxic relationships and friend groups, future death-eaters, trauma, Black Family Angst, choking, dry-humping, p in v sex

an: Ik everyone has a different marauders!era slytherin group, so here’s a quick breakdown of my personal headcanon:

Inner circle: Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Pandora, and Dorcas Meadowes (the emeralds)

Outer circle: Severus Snape, Avery, Mulciber, Emma Vanity, Charity Burbage, Aurora Sinistra, and Wilkes.

Circle-adjacent: Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, and the Marauders

There is also the much darker group with Rabastan Lestrange, Thorfinn Rowle, and the Carrow’s, who actively prey on some of the others for Voldemort’s Cause.

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No matter how hard Regulus tried, you refused to leave his orbit. You had no business affiliating with him and his friends, and had no idea what that affiliation truly meant. It meant darkness. It meant bloodshed. It met imminent and very real danger. A war was brewing right under your nose.

Regulus had been born and bred for this, as had most of his friends, but you…you were an innocent. Intelligent, witty, trusting. As much as he tried not to care, he couldn’t stand to watch your light be snuffed out for simply existing around them: metaphorically or literally.

But no matter how many times Regulus tried to run you off, spare you from what came next, you would not heed. In fact, you seemed to take his animosity as a challenge, leaving him in the predicament of being your unwitting adversary.

You were in the Slytherin common room now, curled up by the fireplace with Pandora, Evan, Barty and a few others, doing more gossiping than studying despite the piles of books and parchment on the floor around you. The greenish light of the lake contrasted with the glow of the fire against your face, creating an otherworldly halo around you.

You hair was pulled back, revealing the slender curve of your neck, the dip in your v-neck sweater where a silver pendant rested against your clavicle.

You laughed at whatever terrible joke Barty made and Regulus rolled his eyes, turning back to the spell book in his lap. He was studying alone, having told Evan a number of times to fuck off and let him work on his assignments in peace.

“Regulus!” Emma called suddenly, and he cringed, pretending he didn't hear his Quidditch captain. “Reg!” She called again.

He closed his eyes, willing them all to disappear.

“Regulus fucking Black!” She hollered, loud enough for the whole common room to fall silent.

He clapped his book shut and stalked over to where you all were sitting, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other clamped on his book.

“Yes?” He droned, leaning against the arm chair Emma was sitting in.

“Can you help me with this?” Emma asked, holding up her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

Annoyance prickled along his skin. “What good is a genius pet if she doesn't help with your work?” He asked, leveling you with his coldest stare.

You tilted your head, eyes flicking from his black, curly hair to his leather shoes, and didn't respond.

“She said she wouldn't help me,” Emma pouted.

“I said I wouldn't do it for you,” you corrected.

“Barty, then?”

“No can do, Reg,” Barty responded, coughing up a lungful of pungent smoke, waggling a joint in Regulus’ direction.

Emma waved the smoke from her face. “Will you help, Reg? I have to get a good grade in the class or I could lose my spot on the team. And you know these lot are useless at spells.”

He sighed and took the assignment from her hands, flipping through the pages. It was rudimentary work, things she really should know in order to defend herself.

“Can't help you,” Regulus said, handing it back to her. “If you can't do this, maybe you should be demoted.”

The group ooooh’d at his dig.

“Reg!” Emma whined.

“Ignore him, Em. Not everyone takes to dark magic as easily as the ancient and most bitchy house of Black,” you quipped, narrowing your eyes at him.

Regulus resisted the urge to clench his jaw, feigning the nonchalance you wore like a second skin. The group swiveled to look at him.

“All magic, really. But thank you, darling,” he purred, winking at you.

“You should have seen Sirius in advanced Transfiguration last semester, he's a natural. Truly a gifted wizard,” you continued.

“Hot as fuck, too,” Evan added, just to dig the knife in a little deeper.

Regulus’ blood began to simmer, his temperature rising beneath his dark robes. He tsked under his breath, shaking his head. “I thought you'd be smart enough to not fall for his clown act.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Evidently not.”

“I wouldn't touch a Black with a twenty foot pole,” you replied, leaning back on your hands, stretching your long legs out in front of you, your skirt sitting high on your thighs.

“Who said anything about a pole?” Regulus replied, mimicking your condescending head tilt.

The group snickered, watching your verbal sparring like it was a duel.

“You sound a bit jealous, Reggie. Need a little attention?”

Reggie. His mask nearly slipped, he was so caught off guard by the nickname on your sharp tongue. “May as well, since you give it out so freely.” He glanced down at your shapely legs, punctuating his point.

Your head fell back as you laughed, your chest pressing up and tits bouncing, and he felt an irritating kick in his trouser as the heat of his anger took a new, sinful shape.

“It's the 70’s, love. Are you still so prudish?” You lifted your head, pining him with eyes fierce enough to cleave him in half.

He smirked. “Far from it. Just selective.”

“Don't see much of a selection to chose from,” you chuckled, earning another spike of laughter from the group. “What I see is a spoiled youngest son with nothing better to do than needle the people around him to fill the hole in his chest.” You got to your feet, shouldering your bag.

Regulus felt like he'd been punched clean through the sternum, your words never failing to cut to the quik.

“Spoken by a girl with nothing better to do than fish for a rich husband that might save her from her home in the gutter. Trust me, nothing can fill the hole of inadequacy, y/l/n.”

You stepped over Evan and Barty's tangled limbs and left without another word, leaving Regulus’ cruelty to echo off the glass and stone, the group silent.

Regulus turned on his heel and disappeared into the boys dormitory, guilt dogging every step.

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The Quidditch match was in full swing, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the score was neck and neck. It was up to Regulus and the Gryffindor Seeker now, since neither team could get a leg up through the rings.

You sat in the stands sipping hot chocolate with Marlene, Pandora, and Dorcas, Barty pouting to your left because he couldn't sit with Evan in the Slytherin stands.

Regulus hovered a few meters away, his eyes trained upwards, catching every falling leaf and ripple of air around him. You hated how handsome he looked in his Quidditch robes, his lean body relaxed on the broom despite the stakes.

That was Regulus, un-fucking-shakeable. And it drove you insane that you could never get a rise out of him, but he managed to needle one out of you time and time again.

He was as relentless as a northern wind, and you couldn't help but be swept away.

His dark curls framed his angular face, those perpetually sleepy eyes the most arresting green. Sure, everyone thought Sirius was hot, but Regulus was beautiful, ethereal almost, and he wrapped around your mind like a constrictor.

You watched as the other Seeker suddenly took off above the Hufflepuff stands, in pursuit of something, and the Gryffindor stands cheered. But Regulus remained motionless, watching his opponent like a cat trailing a mouse. Even as Slytherin urged him to take up the chase, he remained unmoved, bidding his time.

His bottomless patience would be awe-inspiring if it wasn't so damn frustrating.

You wouldn't have an issue with Regulus, maybe even could have been friends with him, if he hadn't taken issue with you first. You had no idea what his fucking problem was, whether it was because your family was poor, you had better grades than him, or what. He loathed you from the moment you showed up in the Slytherin common room, and you've yet to receive an explanation.

You'd been saddled with a one-sided rivalry, but you'd be damned if you let him defeat you now after a full semester of back and forth.

The other Seeker pulled up short, whipping his head around like he'd lost something, and you saw Regulus crack a smirk, his canines white and sharp.

Regulus turned his head suddenly, quick like a bird, and then he was off in a blur of motion. His opponent was all the way across the pitch, entirely too far to get there in time.

A moment later— “Regulus Black has caught the snitch for 150 points! Slytherin wins!”

The Slytherin stands erupted with cheers while every other house booed, including your own. But you knew a Slytherin victory meant a rager in the dungeons, so you kept your lips sealed.

Instead, you watched Regulus land at the center of the pitch, the golden snitch held lazily between his pointer finger and thumb above his head. Any other Seeker would have been parading around the field, or flying in wide circles over the stands, screaming their head off, but Regulus was silent. His victory spoke for him.

Although, you knew he'd still be smug as fuck later.

As soon as the stands began to drain, you, Pandora, and Barty caught up with the rest of your Slytherin friends, all of them buzzing about the victory, even melancholic Severus. By the time you all reached the dungeons, a party was already in full swing.

Music thrummed along the walls, so loud it caused ripples in the Black Lake, making the emerald-tinged moonlight shift and dance along the floor. You happily accepted a shot of gin, then another before letting Evan cajole you out onto the dance floor.

Sweat pooled along your spine as the music wore on, your hair wild and loose down your back as you danced, electric energy flowing through you.

A cheer came up from the entrance and everyone turned towards the commotion. The Slytherin Quidditch team strode into the room, black robes billowing behind them. Regulus stood at the front, of course. Even from several meters away, you could see the confident glimmer in his eyes, the arrogant tilt of his chiseled jaw.

Fucking Black’s.

Like a magnet, his eyes found yours across the room, and you nearly tripped over Evan’s feet at the venom they held. But he looked away as quickly as he found you, getting swept up by the crowd and disappearing from your line of sight.

You tracked down another shot and rejoined Evan and Barty on the dance floor, squished between them in a tangle of limbs. Impossible to tell who’s hands were where, just a mess of sensation and touch. The temperature in the common room was rising expontentially, so you shed your sweater, leaving you in your skirt and a white camisole, sweat making the fabric cling to your skin.

A few songs passed like that, and a blonde guy you barely know, Rowle, you thought, took your friends place when they tapped out to smoke. You rolled your body against his, enjoying the way his thick muscles felt beneath his robes, the hungry way he was staring down at you. But you were about ready to take a break yourself, the musky smell of weed calling your name from across the room, when the hair on the back of your neck suddenly rose.

You looked around, searching for the source of your bodies response, when you locked eyes, once again, with Regulus.

He was sitting in a circle of couches against the glass wall with your shared friends, a halo of smoke around his head, a girl perched on his lap, sucking at his neck while he took a drag off of a cigarette. But his eyes were glued to you, tracking every movement you made with the same intensity he tracked the golden snitch.

Confidence wafted through you, and you wrapped your arms around your dance partners neck, letting him dip you so low your hair pooled on the floor, your tits nearly falling out of your shirt. You rolled back up slowly, articulating every vertebrae in your spine until you were chest to chest with your partner, sharing the same breaths.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Regulus choke on the smoke, dislodging the girl from his skin, and you smirked.

You let your partner turn you, showing every angle of your body, and you dropped low, circling your hips in time with the resinous goth song as you rose back up.

Regulus' cigarette hung limp between his fingers, his perfect jaw a little slack.

Emboldened, you broke away from your partner, letting yourself get lost in the sensuous, thrumming beat. Your arms rose above your head, your shoulders and hips swaying in time. It felt like you were hypnotizing him, his eyes glued to every undulation of your hips, and you couldn't recall a time where you felt more alive.

Too soon, though, the music changed to a more electro-pop vibe, and you slipped reluctantly off the dance floor, the taste of smoke beckoning you across the room.

You sauntered over to the circle, pointedly ignoring Regulus as you approached.

“There she is,” Even cooed, extending an arm to you. “You looked amazing out there.”

You smiled, sliding into his lap and taking a drag from the joint between his fingers. “Thank you, lovely.” You smiled sweetly up at him, and you could have sworn he started drooling.

“Feels even better,” Barty teased, sprawled out on the couch beside Evan, clearly a little too inebriated already.

You winked at him, and he flushed a deep scarlet. Pandora, who was resting on the floor between Dorcas’ legs, chuckled at his expense.

Regulus was quiet, per usual, watching as the group chattered around him, turning the golden snitch he caught over and over in his long fingers.

The smoke made your mind a little hazy, your tired muscles from dancing going loose, and you sagged into Evan’s side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Regulus’ fingers tightened on the snitch, his jaw feathering, and your stomach swooped with nervous excitement. You’d never been able to rattle him before. Had you finally knocked the monolithic Regulus Black off of his axis?

“Reg, why so quiet?” Evan asked, nudging his leg with his boot.

Regulus raised a brow. “What would you like to talk about, Rosier? Fucking Junior? Or eye-fucking y/l/n?”

“We can talk about eye-fucking y/n.” Evan winked down at you, and you rolled your eyes. Avery barked a laugh from his spot on the other side of Regulus.

“Yes, let's,” Barty added, raking his willowly fingers through your hair draped over Evan’s arm. You hummed under the attention, knowing it was all in good, hedonistic Slytherin fun.

Well, almost all in good fun.

As always, Regulus couldn't let your ego inflate too much. “It's hard not indulge in a little novelty, no matter how ineffectual.”

Ouch. His words landed like barbs on your skin, but you ignored him, leaning into Barty’s attention with light moan.

Regulus shifted a little in his seat, his hands falling over his lap, and you nearly smiled. Regulus may act all high and mighty, but he wasn't impervious.

“Look at you,” Even purred, blowing smoke over your heated skin, your decolletage exposed as you stretched towards Barty. “Prettiest girl at Hogwarts, stretched across my lap.” You flushed, squirming a little in his lap, and Evan groaned. “You're torturing me, baby.”

Barty tugged on your hair, sending a skitter of pleasure down your spine and craning your head back even further. “Oh, keep doing that. He loves being tortured.”

“What a good girl,” Regulus hummed, and your pussy throbbed, soaking through your underwear. It was a rush, being admired by the heirs of some of the most powerful families in the magical world. But hearing those sweet words from Regulus, twisted into degradation, did sick things to your mind. “She's on track to graduate with her perfect, filthy-rich husband, and spend the rest of her days as mindless, fertile eye candy.”

You flinched, not that the boys noticed, and sat up a little, suddenly self-conscious in your barely-there shirt.

“We volunteer,” Avery and Wilkes said at the same time.

Evan’s arm tightened around you. “You'll have to pry her from my cold, dead hands,” he replied.

Claustrophobia clawed at your throat, but you couldn't let Regulus know how thoroughly he'd flipped your night upside down.

Wilkes drew their wand, pointing it at Evan’s head. “That can be arranged.”

“A no-name isn't worth it, children,” Regulus sneered. “Save your Azkaban trips for nobler pursuits than cunt.”

That's it. You swung your legs to the ground and rose, stalking towards Regulus. The group whistled and hooted, excited by the oncoming storm of drama.

You climbed into Regulus’ lap, straddling him and stealing the golden snitch from his hands. He was warm and solid beneath you, his expensive, amber cologne swirling with the smoke to create an addicting combination.

His hands immediately fell to your bare thighs, the cold of his rings biting into your heated flesh. His green eyes darkened, lids growing heavy as he looked up at you, his ebony lashes casting delicate shadows over his cheeks.

“Regulus Black,” you murmured in his ear while loosening his tie. His hands tensing on your thighs for a split second before he relaxed them. “You will never find someone that can withstand your thorns the way I do.”

He loosed a breath, chin lifting a little closer to your face like a wilted rose tilting towards the sun.

“You will never scare me off.” You brushed your nose along his temple, feeling his heart rate increase, his breath turn shallow. “I will ruin you, and you will thank me for it.”

Before he could respond, you slipped away, taking his prize snitch with you all the way to Ravenclaw Tower. Unreachable, even for the boy that had everything.

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Regulus turned your words over and over in his mind, an endless, torturous loop. The others seemed obvious to his torment, prattling on and on while he burned through cigarette after cigarette, his tongue raw and throat scratchy.

Nothing would numb the ache on his chest, the pulsing strain of his cock beneath his robes. He'd already been painfully hard watching you move, watching you stretch across Evan and Barty like a contented kitten, preening under their devoted attention.

But when you climbed into his lap…fuck.

He was a heartbeat away from coming in his pants. One roll of your hips and he would have been done for, and you had no idea.

Or, maybe you did.

I will ruin you.

It was a miracle that you'd climbed off of him and stormed away, because the only thought he could formulate was please.

Eventually, he couldn't fucking take it anymore. He didn't even say goodnight to his friends, just disappeared into the dormitory and locked the door behind him.

He shirked his robe and grabbed a spare Slytherin scarf from his drawer. He flopped onto his bed and freed his aching cock, the head and angry red and shiny. He wrapped the scarf around it, squeezing hard for a semblance of relief.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, pumping his cock slowly as your voice filled his mind again, the feeling of your weight on top of him, your sweet breath on his neck, your perfume rewiring the synopsis in his brain.

His hand started to move quicker, breath coming out in desperate pants. He imagined licking across your dewy chest, tasting the salt on your skin, gin on your tongue. Blowing his cigarette smoke over your naked body, into your open mouth. So eager and flayed open for him to ravage—his innocent lamb to ruin.

“Fuck, y/n!” Your name wrenched itself from his throat as he came hard into his scarf, imaging it was deep inside your greedy cunt. His whole body shuddered with the force of it, his jaw hanging open as he pumped himself through the orgasm until he'd milked every drop from himself, wondering if your pussy, your mouth, would do the same.

He slumped back onto the pillows, completely exhausted, and shoved the scarf under his bed.

You were right, you would fucking ruin him, ruin his plans. And he wasn't sure if he hated or loved you for it.

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Regulus avoided you for two weeks after that party, going so far as to skip your shared Potions class entirely. It was for the better really, you still felt a little raw after that night, the dull ache of his words combined with the unresolved arousal has left you out of sorts, to put it mildly.

If you ran into him, you weren’t sure if you’d throttle or fuck him to death.

Your friends were beginning to grow suspicious of his absence, and your squirrely behavior, and, unbeknownst to you, they set a trap to bring this stand-off to a finish once and for all.

Pandora chatted animatedly beside you as you walked together down the stairs to the dungeon, ranting about something Aurora did to piss her off. When you arrived to the dungeon, she suddenly paused to tie her shoelace, waving for you to go on ahead of her into the common room.

You did, and the large green door swung shut behind you.

“No! Fuck, Dora!” Regulus was right there, banging his fist on the door.

You looked around, bewildered, only to find the common room completely deserted. Except for Regulus, of course.

“Move,” you hissed, withdrawing your wand.

“I tried everything,” Regulus huffed, a hand raking through his dark hair.

“I said move,” you repeated, pointing your wand at him.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, walking back into the common room. He dropped onto the couch by the fireplace, retrieving his book.

You threw every spell you could think of at the door, but it simply wouldn’t budge. “What the fuck!” You shouted, nearly throwing your wand across the room out of frustration.

“They left us a note,” Regulus said, not looking up from his reading.

You stalked over to him, finding an open piece of parchment on the coffee table. Immediately, you recognized Pandora’s loping hand.

“Just bone already.” You read aloud, and scoffed. “What the fuck does that mean?” You glared at Regulus, as if he was somehow responsible, but he still didn’t look up.

“I suspect they’re tired of our bickering,” he replied, turning the page.

“And what does locking us in the dungeon together accomplish?” You couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe they’d lock you in a dungeon with your fucking nemesis. Your school yard bully. The bane of your goddamn existence.

Regulus shrugged. “Maybe they think you’ll kill me.”

You let out an exasperated sound and stormed away from him, trying the door to the girls dormitory.

“Locked,” he called a millisecond after you tried the handle.

“Maybe I am going to fucking kill him,” you muttered to yourself. Resigned, you sat on a chair by the glass wall, as far away from him as you could possibly get, and sulked.

You had no clue how much time passed, the only light filtering in through the murky lake. The cold leeched through the glass, chilling you to the bone, but you refused to move closer to him. You’d freeze to death in here if you had to.

“Y/l/n,” Regulus said after the fifth full body chill wracked through you. “Come sit by the fire.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you bit back, and he snorted.

“Fine, freeze.” He returned to his book, not sparing you another glance.

Your hands started to ache from the cold, your jaw sore from your teeth chattering together. With a sigh, you got up and crossed the room. Regulus still didn’t look up, though you could feel his attention shift to you as you sat directly in front of the fire, holding your hands out to it.

“You really think they’ll leave us in here all night?” You asked, staring at the dancing flames.

“Absolutely,” Regulus answered, lowering his book to his lap.

You sighed, resigned. The only way out is through. “I’ll start.”

He tilted his head, dark brows drawing together in suspicion.

You cursed under your breath, and dove headfirst. “I don’t understand why you’re so shitty to me,” you blurted, refusing to look at him. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

He was quiet for so long, you finally caved and glanced over at him, only to find him staring back at you, expression unreadable.

“Regulus,” you huffed, frustrated.

“Y/n,” he mocked, and your stomach flipped despite his attitude. He’d never used your first name before.

“Just fucking talk to me.” You straightened your spine, folding your legs on the ground underneath you, the fire at your side.

He stared at you for a few more moments, his eyes dancing back and forth, before he leaned back against the couch and picked up his book.

“You’re a lot of things, Black, but I didn’t take you for a coward.”

His eyes flickered with anger, but he didn’t bite.

“Reg,” you murmured, softening your voice, and he rolled his eyes, the most unbelievably bored expression on his face. You shifted your weight, placing your hands on the ground, and lifted to your knees. Slowly, you began to crawl to him, being careful to not sway your hips too much, and he broke after only a few seconds.

“On your knees already, darling?” He teased, but the casual tone didn’t match his eyes. The fire in them, the way his hands tightened around the cover of his book, betrayed his true feelings.

Once you were directly in front on him, you sat back on your heels. “Be honest with me, Reggie, did it turn you on seeing me with Evan and Barty?”

He blinked, clearly taken aback by your question. In his lap, you saw his cock twitch, a small pulse along his right thigh.

Men are so fucking easy.

“What about when I was dancing with them? Sandwiched between their bodies?” You rolled your head on your shoulders, mimicking the way you danced and revealing the fragile plains of your throat, your hair falling around your face. “When Barty pulled my hair? When Evan blew smoke over my tits?”

Regulus swallowed hard, his eyes like melted jade.

“What about when I crawled into your lap?” You took the book from him and set it onto the table. Then, you placed your hands on his lean, muscular thighs and pushed yourself to your feet, straddling him the same way you did that night. His entire body was rigid beneath you, muscles coiled tight with tension. “Did you like when I whispered in your ear, Regulus? When I told you that I’d ruin you?”

“Y/n,” he rasped, breathing hard.

“Tell me the truth.” You were so close, your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you spoke. You committed to the contact, brushing your lips along his racing pulse, down his jugular vein. You fought to keep your thighs from clenching together, your own body responding to the feeling him slowly unraveling beneath you. “Do you hate me because you want me?”

“I don't,” he hissed through his teeth.

“If you say so,” you hummed, moving to slide off his lap.

He grabbed your waist, his grip bruising. “Don't you fucking dare."

“I thought you didn't want me?” You taunted, sitting back on his lap to look at him, a hand braced on his sternum.

When you shifted your weight, your pussy accidentally pressed against the hard outline of his cock. You had to force your hips to stay still, your pussy practically begging you to move when you felt him throb against your warm heat.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said. All the malice had drained from his voice, his eyes locked on yours.

Then what the fuck did he mean?

You rolled your hips, biting back the moan that crept up your throat as pleasure snaked through you. Regulus was less successful, a broken groan falling from his pretty mouth.

“It would be so much easier to just tell me the truth,” you purred, slowly rocking your hips over his twitching length, allowing a hint of breathlessness to bleed into your voice. “It would feel so good, Reg, to let it all go. To lose control.”

“Shit,” he crushed under his breath. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” He grated, sliding his hands down to feel your thighs flex with each movement, his fingertips dimpling your flesh.

“What did you mean by ‘I don’t’?” You asked, tilting his chin up with a finger.

His jaw went a little slack as he stared up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and shining. “I don’t hate you,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then why do you say such awful things?” You stopped your movements, and he made a small noise in his throat, nearly a whimper, but didn’t answer. “Regulus,” you prodded, lifting yourself from him entirely.

“N-no, please, fuck y/n,” he stammered, lifting his hips to grind against you. Another moan threatened to spill from you, his body felt so fucking good against yours, but you managed to restrain yourself. “I did it to try and push you away, I—”

You lowered back onto him, your hips grinding in tandem, and his head fell back against the couch, releasing a throaty groan. You couldn’t hold back a small squeak of pleasure when the hard head of his cock grazed your clit just right, and a wave of pleasure crashed through you.

“Why did you want to push me away?” You started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, revealing the pale expanse of his chest, lean muscles flexing as he thrusted up against you.

He shook his head, picking it up to look down at where your bodies met, a pool of your slick dampening his trousers. “Getting me all wet, lamb. You like toying with me?” he rasped, moving one of his hands to press a thumb against your clothed clit, his long fingers splayed across your pelvis. “Is that why I couldn’t scare you off?”

You nodded before you could stop yourself, a full moan finally breaking free with the added pressure. You were embarrassingly close to coming, to banter combined with the friction between your bodies was a lethal cocktail, a drug you weren’t sure you’d be able to quit.

You wrapped your hands around his throat, applying enough pressure that he gasped, the sound vibrating your hand. “Why are you trying to push me away?” You leaned closer to his face, his strained pants fanning across your lips. He was so beautiful like this, ravaged by lust and desperate.

“You know why,” he growled, grabbing your wrists. He rolled suddenly, flipping you beneath him and pinning your hands above your head. “What’s my name, y/n?” His free hand slid under your skirt, palming your soaked panties.

“Regulus,” you gasped, arching into his chest.

“Regulus what?” He started rubbing the heel of his palm over your clit, electric pleasure burning through you.

“Regulus Black.” You were on the brink of coming, teetering on that torturous edge.

“Tell me then, my clever little Ravenclaw. What does that say about me and mine?” He leaned down and dragged his teeth along your pulse point, pausing to suck a mark under your ear.

“Fuck, Reg, I’m going to come,” you whined, fighting against his hold as the feeling started to overwhelm you.

His hand stopped suddenly, ruining the orgasm you had just begun to crest. You cried out in frustration, tears springing to your eyes as the pleasure bled out of you, leaving you desperate and humming with tension.

“Answer me,” he demanded, grabbing your jaw with his slick covered hand.

“I’m not an idiot,” you snapped, eyes blazing into his. “I know what the fuck it means. And I don’t care.”

He fell still, eyes searching your face. “Then maybe you are an idiot,” he murmured, eyes softening now that the truth was finally out. “But so am I.”

He closed the final inch between you, connecting your lips in a searing, devastating kiss that you felt all the way to your toes. He released your hands and you tangled your fingers into his curls, finally feeling their softness for yourself as you pulled him closer. Your mouth parted for him, his tongue delving in to taste you.

“Reg, please,” you whined against his mouth, pressing your hips to his again.

“Tell me what you want, lamb.” He kissed down your neck, one of his hands sliding down to grip your thigh and draw it over his hip.

“Fuck me, I need you inside of me.” You clawed at his belt, flipping the clasp and tugging down his zipper.

“Merlin, yes.” He finished undoing his pants and freed his cock, pulling aside your panties to glide the head through your slick folds, lubricating himself. He notched the head at your entrance, hissing at the warmth already kissing him, and eased himself in.

Regulus wasn’t overly large, but the stretch was still divine, filling you until you went cross-eyed, an unholy cry ripping from your chest. He drew his hips back and slammed back into you, over and over again until your were in shambles, a moaning, shaking mess, on the precipice of coming for the second time.

“Come for me, love. I want to feel you break.” He cupped your face, kissing you as he finally pushed you over the edge, an orgasm ripping you apart at the seams. You screamed into his mouth, your cunt clenching around him as your body convulsed. “God, I love this fucking cunt. So perfect for me,” he growled, his hips losing their rhythm as your walls bared down on him, sucking him back in every time he pulled out.

“Reg,” you whimpered, sagging against the couch as the strength bled out of of you.

He pulled out suddenly, pumping his cock in his fist, your honey coating him. “Stay just like that, pretty girl. All fucked out and used. All mine—” a guttural groan broke the final word as he came in his hand, spraying ropes of cum over your rumpled skirt and Ravenclaw sweater, his head thrown back. He looked gorgeous milking himself for you, his muscles flexing with the effort, sweat beading along his skin.

He slowly relaxed, chest heaving, and looked down at you, ruined and covered in his cum. You stared back, completely starstruck by what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” he said, draping himself over you and pressing ksises to your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. “I’m sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean any of it, I—”

“Me too,” you interrupted him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I know how hard things are for you, at home, I mean, and I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no. I deserved it. I shouldn’t have brought up your family—”

“But I kept—”

“I never meant too—”

You both exhaled, laughing softly at your rushed confessions, the sudden, giddy nervousness that bloomed between you where there once was glacial wit and razor-sharp banter. He sat you both up, removing your stained sweater and straightening your skirt, then righted himself.

“What now?” You asked when he finished fussing, studying his flushed cheeks, his tousled hair.

He sighed, suddenly looking grim, and your heart gave a nervous thump. “We find a way to keep you safe, lamb,” he said, meeting your eyes. “But until then, we should act like nothing’s changed. Okay?”

Uncertainty coiled in your stomach, but you nodded. “Okay.”

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Thanks for reading!

[beepborpdoodledorp]

Dark Cacao: the four of us are going on a family outing

Carrow: but there’s still a slot left

Dark Cacao: yes

Carrow: can

Dark Cacao:

Carrow: can I bring my girlfriend

[moonytoasted]

who else is up having carrow twins brainrot

[evaslytherpuff]

In For The Kill

Marvolo Gaunt x Lucia Carrow(OC)

Summary: Marvolo is pissed when his girlfriend ruins a hunt for him which basically leads to them "fight-fucking."

MDNI!!! 18+characters!

CW: Toxic relationship, Angst, Blood and gore, Muggle death, Use of the Cruciatus curse, Violent and aggressive behavior, Apadravya piercing, Oral (69), Spanking, Very rough sex, A little fluff, Multiple POV’s

Marvolo's POV

Marvolo felt on edge all throughout this horrid mission, from the waiting to finally catching sight of his target, a muggle who was sniffing around a wizard's daughter. The Gaunts were paid handsomely to catch the bastard and deliver him alive and in one piece. The guy was putting on quite the chase, which Marvolo truly didn't mind, it was a good workout for Senka as she galloped through the shadowed forest. The only light that flooded through the canopy of trees was the shimmering full moon.

That's when Marvolo saw...her, a glimpse of ice blonde locks, she was swiftly maneuvering through the night. She was also closing in on his target. What the hell was she doing here?

Lucia Carrow, a notorious huntress, on the same assignment as him. No, he wouldn't allow this.

"Damn it, that wench!" He urged Senka to increase her speed, pushing him closer to the muggle who was terrified, fleeing on horseback. Marvolo was suddenly riding side by side with the young woman, her striking green eyes shooting daggers through him. She was gripping the harness that was secured around her raven feathered Hippogriff as she bared her teeth at him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She shouted.

"I could ask your arse the same thing!" He shouted in return as he gained the advantage. Senka shot forward and Marvolo was able to cast the binding spell on the muggle, snatching him up by the collar as he grew closer to the frightened horse. The man began to scream wildly as Marvolo left Lucia behind. If looks could kill, he'd be dead, she looked enraged.

"Son of a bitch!" He heard her shout from the distance he created as he used the silencing charm on his target. He looked back at the pale blonde and flashed her a victorious smile as he rode even faster away from her furious scowl.

"Wanna play that way? Let's play!" She hollered from behind and he heard a loud snap ring out followed by a sharp crack. He was sprayed by a gush of blood and tissue from the captured muggle. He looked down in utter shock to see a stump where there used to be a head. She used her whip to decapitate the man, his head rolling away from his now limp body as Marvolo rode on.

He looked back, his eyes wide, and saw a vicious smirk plastered on Lucia's face. She lifted her chin in victory as her Hippogriff spread his wings and flew off, her wicked laugh echoing through the woods.

"Fucking bitch!" Marvolo roared as he made a uturn, going back to collect the muggle's head.

~~The Gaunt Estate~~

Marvolo showed up at his father's Estate after the disaster of a mission. The hideout was completely separate from the family's manor. This was where his father could do all his business with no interruptions. He walked through the double doors and sighed heavily as he made his way through the massive house, descending a flight of stairs hidden behind a trap door to the basement. Surprisingly, it was silent tonight and all he could hear was his father humming at the end of the long cold hallway. Marvolo passed prison cells that seemed to be empty, this was a great sign, maybe his father would be in a good mood for once.

He was now standing side by side with the old man and dropped the sack that held the muggle's mangled body, the head rolling out and landing near his father's feet. Hadeon looked down at the grotesque remains, his face devoid of emotion.

"You were supposed to bring him back in one piece, Marvolo. What happened?" His father's tone was enough to frighten all who knew him but Marvolo was used to the man's eeriness by now.

"Lucia Carrow happened." Marvolo scowled as he moved to lean against the wall nearby.

His father sighed and shut his eyes for a moment then a crooked smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. "I like that girl's spunk." He chuckled darkly.

"Apparently we were after the same target. I was furious when I spotted her. We were paid to hunt this fucker down. The only way I could see her being there is if Doyle paid her father to collect the muggle as well." Marvolo was trying to gauge his father's reaction.

"I'll send the head. Letting Doyle know that the job is done and as a warning. He better not cross me again or it will be his mangled body lying on the floor. As talented as Lucia is, she is all the Carrow's have when it comes to bounty hunters. I don't see them lasting very long in this business." His father sneered.

"I noticed the cells are empty. Erebus is on shipment tonight?" Marvolo asked.

The look on Hadeon's face suddenly grew sinister and twisted as he glared at his son. "Yes, and Erebus didn't fail me tonight! He delivered every single muggle to their buyers! I will not tolerate failure!" His father stalked over to him and Marvolo prepared himself, he knew exactly what was coming, he swallowed hard while his father's fiery eyes bore into him.

"Crucio!" His father snapped his wand in his direction, hitting him with the torture curse. Marvolo's twitching form slid down the wall, pain that felt like he was being stabbed by thousands of searing knives shot through his body. He grit his teeth, refusing to cry out and scream, not wanting to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him break. He would not give in no matter how much pain was inflicted on him. His tears stung his eyes as he growled through clenched teeth and gasped in agony.

His father released the spell and returned to his roster that lay open on the old desk. Marvolo was panting and clutching at his chest as he tried to gain his composure. He sat on the floor for a moment before he gathered the strength to stand. It was a rewarding feeling when he rose to his feet and glared at his father, who just grinned at him.

"Good. You're handling the cruciatus curse much better than before. Soon you'll be on the same level as Erebus. If you would just succeed in your hunts, I wouldn't have to cast it on you at all. Don't disappoint me again. You're dismissed." His father turned his attention back to his list as Marvolo just nodded, walking away as best as he could, pushing through the aftershocks of pain.

~~The Carrow's Mansion~~

Marvolo was absolutely fuming as he climbed through the open bedroom window of the Carrow's mansion. Not even a shower was enough to quell his anger. Someone was going to pay for tonight, he would make sure of it. Between Lucia ruining his mission and his father's punishment, he was fed up and furious. No one was going to mess with his family's money or make him look like a fool. He hardly ever failed on a hunt, this would only be the second time during his profession as a bounty hunter.

He sat down in a nearby armchair that was positioned in the corner of the dark bedroom. The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting its glow throughout the area. There was no fire in the hearth and the candles that littered the room remained unlit. He grit his teeth, trying his best to reel in his rage, as he squeezed the arms of the chair. He examined the room, carefully taking in the array of weapons that lined the wall. An endless supply of swords, daggers, throwing knives, whips, and bow & arrows. He had to admit, the collection was impressive, each one was beautifully crafted.

He was waiting impatiently, longing for his moment to strike, for his target to walk through the door at any moment.

Lucia's POV

Lucia sauntered into her bedroom, only dressed in her robe, after taking a much needed bubble bath. She slammed the door behind her and cast a silencing spell on the room and a locking charm on her door. She needed her privacy tonight and didn't want to be disturbed. She was beyond frustrated to the point where she was pretty sure anyone near her could feel it radiating from her body. To come home without her target was unforgivable. If she couldn't succeed in snatching up the muggle she made sure Marvolo couldn't take him in one piece either. Call it petty but she didn't care.

She suddenly felt a presence in the room with her, the very atmosphere felt heavy and sinister, sending an exciting chill down her spine. Speak of the devil.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here tonight." Her voice was stern as she spun around to face the towering man standing in the corner of her room. Marvolo Gaunt. Right now, he was the last person she wanted to see, if it wasn't for him she would have succeeded in her hunt. He used his wand to light the candles in the room and glared at her, his eyes appearing to glow with the soft light.

He was on her in a blur, like a bolt of lightning striking through the night, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Lucia stood her ground. She didn't even gasp or whimper. Instead...she smiled.

"You killed my target tonight, Lucia." He growled while his face was just inches from hers. She could feel his breath fanning against her cheeks. She tilted her head at him as she steadied her breathing.

"At least you...had a body...to deliver." She said through gritted teeth. Her hands flew up to grab his forearm and he looked at her in shock as she flipped him over her shoulder causing him to crash land on the carpet. She quickly pressed her foot into his chest, pinning him to the ground, his long and silky hair fanned out against the floor.

"If I were you, I wouldn't push my buttons tonight." She said as she dragged her toe down his muscled body stopping at his crotch. She applied a little pressure, just enough to make him hiss in a breath, as she rubbed her foot against his groin.

"Oh, I'm gonna push your buttons, Sweetheart." He sneered as he snatched up her ankle, knocking her off balance. She was airborne for a moment and now he had the upper hand. She was thrown to the floor and Marvolo had her pinned beneath him, his body wedged between her legs. Her robe was starting to come undone and she watched as his eyes roamed over her body.

"What the hell were you doing there, Marvolo?" She asked as she tried to wrestle from his grip on her wrists. He had her arms pinned above her head as he glared down at her. He moved even closer, pressing his chest to hers. He leaned in and his cheek brushed against hers, his hair tickling her neck.

"Apparently the same as you, Lucy." His lips caressed her jawline as he pulled away slightly and she shivered. "Doyle paid both of our families to catch the same muggle." He tilted his head as his golden eyes stared into hers. One of the mesmerizing things about him was his eyes, they reminded her of molten lava, fierce and full of fire.

She could easily melt under a smolder like his... but not tonight. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and used all of her weight to flip him over onto his back. She straddled him and placed her hands firmly on his chest. She ran her palms over the expensive fabric of his button down as she slid them up and wrapped her fingers around his throat.

Leaning close she whispered, "Someone is trying to stir up trouble between the families." She nibbled his earlobe and he chuckled deeply.

"It wasn't Doyle, he doesn't have the balls to fuck with my father, or yours. It has to be someone else. Trust me, I'll find out." He smirked and gripped her hips.

"Not if I do it first." She fired back. Marvolo scoffed and actually laughed which only made her tighten her grip around his neck. "What? Can't handle a little competition?" She sneered. He sat up quickly and wrapped his arms around her waist while she tightened her legs around him. He stood up effortlessly as he held her in his arms. Marvolo carried her over to her bed before slamming her down on it, her head bouncing off the pillows slightly.

"Baby, I handle you just fine." He growled as he tore open her robe exposing her naked body to him. A seductive smirk spread across his cocky face. He hovered over her like a vicious predator, a dark look in his gorgeous eyes, prepared to strike.

She reached under her pillow and pulled out a dagger, placing it against his throat, as she rolled their bodies to be on top again. He didn't even flinch or bat an eye as she held the sharp weapon against his neck. He ran his hands over her thighs, working his way up her stomach, then stopping to fondle and caress her breasts. She sighed and grinned up at the bed canopy as he pinched and played with her hardened nipples.

"Go ahead my, Little Viper. Sink your blade into me like you sunk your claws into my heart." He said dramatically with a deep laugh. She glared at him and he just raised a brow in return. She wanted to dig her nails into him, to claw his glorious body, leaving her marks all over him. She dug the edge of the knife a little deeper against his throat and watched as a small well of blood appeared. Marvolo was completely unfazed, even tilted his head back to give her better access as he squeezed her breasts.

"You annoy the hell out of me sometimes." She hissed. "I don't know if I want to smack the shite out of you or fuck you." She tossed the dagger across the room and ripped his shirt open, the button's flying in all directions, dragging her nails harshly down his chest. She pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss and opened her mouth to welcome his seeking tongue. He groaned as she started to suck on his tongue and he grasped her breasts even harder. He bit her bottom lip harshly before pulling away from their kiss.

"I've already settled on fucking you. Work out all my frustrations on this stunning body of yours." He said breathlessly as he gripped her hips and bucked against her. She moaned softly, feeling his erection through his pants, as her wet cunt stained his trousers. No matter what happened between them, he always had this effect on her. He drove her crazy but she loved it.

Their banter was...thrilling. There was never a dull moment with him. He used one foot and then the other to remove his boots and kick them off the bed. He reached up to fully remove her robe, letting it slide down her pale arms, dropping it on the floor by the bed. His fingertips gently trailed the scar she had that started below her right shoulder and down to her hip, the muscles in his jaw ticked. It was barely visible but he always managed to find it. She let him explore her body, his touch searing her sensitive skin.

"You don't think I'm frustrated as well?" She asked as she reached down to remove his belt and unbutton his pants. He removed his hands from her body to watch her work on his clothing. She descended his legs, dragging his trousers and underwear down with her, watching as his hard cock sprung free.

She tossed his clothes aside and stared at him in pure fascination. Marvolo's body was breathtaking, his cock even more so, due to his tantalizing size and it being pierced. It wasn't something you saw everyday but then again, neither was Marvolo. She could feel her mouth watering as she stared down at his thick pulsing shaft. The vertical barbell through the tip glinted in the candlelight.

"You may be aggravated, Little Viper but your eyes are saying something else. Are you hungry, Baby? Do you want my dick in that pretty mouth of yours?" He grinned at her. "Come here, straddle my face, sweetheart." He beckoned with a crook of his finger. She smirked and began to leave a trail of kisses up his body. She nibbled on the inside of his thighs and giggled when he moaned. She stopped to kiss and suck on each of his nipples and loved feeling him shiver beneath her.

"Turn around, face the other way." He barked and snatched her up to bring her back to him, her legs on both sides of his body, her soaked pussy hovering over his mouth. He ran his hands down her back, forcing her to bend for him, his cock displayed in front of her face.

"You ruined my hunt tonight, Handsome. I should fucking bite it!" She snapped her teeth at him. His hand came down hard on her arse making her cry out.

"Don't you fucking dare, Lucia!" His other hand came down to slap the other cheek and she chuckled at him.

"Aww come on, baby. What's a little pleasure without pain?" She cooed as she dragged her nails along the underside of his penis. She adored watching how his cock would twitch under her touch.

"Just shut the fuck up and put my dick in your mouth." He gave an exasperated sigh and pushed her head down while she laughed. She gripped the base of his shaft and sucked the head between her wet lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist pressing her down onto his mouth, he didn't hesitate to start lapping aggressively against her slick folds. She moaned around him, sucking him in even deeper. She gripped the back of his thighs as her head bobbed up and down his length, Lucia could feel his growls against her wet core. He sucked on her throbbing clit and she whimpered loudly on his length. He chuckled and began to nibble on her sensitive bud and she released him from her mouth as she cried out.

"Marvolo! Fuck...yes! Don't stop!" She gasped as he sucked on her pulsing bud, he pulled her down even further, burying his mouth against her. She was panting as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking him deep into her throat, his piercing brushing her tongue each time she dipped her head.

"Fuck! I love when you take me deep, baby!" His hand came down to spank her arse again making her arch her back. He stiffened his tongue and breached her entrance, fucking her with his mouth, licking her very core. She moaned and began to knead and play with his balls as she continued to deepthroat him. Tears were streaming down her face and she knew that she looked like a sloppy mess but she was savoring every second of it, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue.

She had to stop herself from biting down on him when she felt one of his fingers plunge deep inside her. He proceeded to suck on her clit while his finger pumped in and out of her dripping hole. He was pushing her towards the edge, she could feel her climax building up, stirring deep inside. She dug her nails deep into his thighs with one hand and continued to fondle his balls with the other as he inserted another finger, stretching her open, his tongue circling her delicate folds. She sucked his cock even harder, he thrust his hips up to meet her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

His groans and grunts vibrated deep within her. Her head was spinning as he fucked her mouth, he shook his from side to side against her trembling flesh, his fingers thrusting harder and faster inside her. She cried loudly against his dick as her orgasm rushed through her body. Her core clenched tightly around his fingers as she came in his mouth. Lucia's body quaked against him as his hips slowed and he withdrew his fingers.

"Fuck, you're delicious. I can never get enough of you." He said as he caressed her thighs, working his way up to her arse, then both of his palms came down hard on her cheeks. She jolted against him and whimpered around his shaft as he began to pump in and out of her mouth again.

"I'm close, Baby! Let me fuck that filthy mouth of yours!" He hissed in a breath as he bucked his hips even faster. She closed her eyes tightly and focused on her breathing as he dug his nails into her arse. His cock began to pulse against her tongue, his pierced tip hitting the back of her throat. He was about to come so she brought her mouth down on him as far as she could as his hips stilled.

He moaned loudly as ropes of his seed shot down her throat. She waited until he stopped shivering and thrusting softly to remove herself from his length as she swallowed him down. She rested her head against his thigh as they both took a moment to catch their breath. She left gentle kisses on his damp skin as he pulled her hair, forcing her to look back at him.

Marvolo’s POV

"I'm not through with you yet." He was panting as he lifted her up and off of his body. She looked at him with her tear stained face and he grinned. His heart swelled with pride knowing that he brought her pleasure, her mouth was on his cock and no one else's, Lucia belonged to him and he was going to make sure she remembered that.

"On your stomach, now!" He snapped as she raised a brow at him. He was insatiable when it came to her and always would be. Her sweaty body was heaving as she gazed at him. She nodded eagerly and rolled over to lay down for him. He straddled the back of her legs and ran his hands along her quivering body. He chuckled when he saw the red marks on her plump behind. He massaged her tender cheeks and Lucia whimpered as she looked over her shoulder at him, biting her bottom lip. He ran his nails down her spine and she threw her head back and gasped, her long hair falling around her.

"Marvolo..." She said his name softly and wiggled beneath him.

"Do you regret ruining my hunt, Lucy?" He asked with a cocky grin. She quickly stiffened.

"Excuse me?" She scoffed trying to move away from him but he caught her by her hips and pulled her back, her arse pressing against his crotch.

"You heard me." He slapped her left cheek, leaving another handprint, and she yelped.

"You prick! He was my target!" She squirmed as he gripped her waist even harder.

"Wrong answer, Sweetheart." He chuckled darkly as his other hand came down to smack her right cheek. He spanked her lucious arse and reveled in every cry that escaped her beautiful lips. He pulled her hips up with one hand and grabbed the nape of her neck with the other, pressing her down into the mattress. He used one of his knees to spread her legs, pushing her down even further until her breasts were against the sheets as well.

"Damn, your body is perfect, open and ready for my cock." He gripped himself as he pressed the tip against her tight heat. Without warning, he slammed into her, burying himself deep within her core. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as her walls clamped around him, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

He grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and pulled her head back as he gripped her waist with the other hand. He began to thrust in and out of her cunt while she gripped the bedsheets and panted with each buck of his hips. He leaned over her slightly to align his face with her ear.

"Paid or not..whose hunt was it, Lucia?" He growled as her mouth hung open, gasping as he circled his hips against her. She shook her head, refusing to answer him. "Stubborn, Little Viper!" He said as he slammed even harder into her soaked slit. He released her hair and her head fell forward, resting on the pillows in front of her. He gripped her hips with both hands as he buried his cock deep inside her. Each thrust was harder than the last until she was screaming.

"Fuck! It's...so good! Don't stop, Marvolo! Don't fucking stop!" She moaned wildly as he dug his fingers into her flesh. He loved fucking her, could spend every waking moment between her legs, she was everything he wanted in a partner and so much more. Their relationship was dysfunctional at times but they fit one another so well. She was his and he was hers, end of story.

He quickened his pace and could feel her start to spasm around his length, she would climax any moment now and he would enjoy every single second of it. She cried out as her orgasm hit, her core gripping tightly around his shaft, she pulled on the blankets as he ground his hips against her sweating body.

He gave her a minute to collect herself before he wrapped his arms around her waist and sat back on his heels. He repositioned them where her legs were spread on either side of him, her back pressed against his chest, and her head against his shoulder. He angled his hips so it was easier to thrust up into her dripping sex. Marvolo snaked one arm around her torso to cup and grasp her breasts and the other rested around her shoulder, his hand gripping her slender neck. He bucked into her and she whimpered.

"Whose hunt was it, Lucy?" He kissed and bit the delicate skin of her neck and she moaned loudly.

"It should have been mine!" She growled as he tightened his grip around her. He tsked in her ear as he began to pound into her glorious heat. She dug her claws into his arms as she moaned and panted loudly with each of his aggressive thrusts.

He groaned in her ear as he felt her clench around him, his pierced tip hitting that sweet spot deep within her. She threw her head back, her hair tumbling over his shoulder, as she started to babble incoherently, cursing and shouting his name.

He slid his hand up to grip her face and pull her even closer to him. "Who do you belong to?" He was bouncing her on his length and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She could barely speak, her lips quivering as she tried to answer him, the only sounds to escape were her cries of ecstasy.

"You're mine, Lucia!" He loved when she lost all inhibitions and gave into him. He pressed his heels into the bed so he could thrust harder and faster into her precious cunt. She was an absolute mess in his arms and just this sight alone was enough to drive him wild. He sped up, thrusting intensely, their skin slapping loudly as he bucked into her.

He bit down on her shoulder as they both climaxed together. Her pussy gripped him as he spilled his seed deep inside her, both of their moans and cries echoed throughout the room. He removed his teeth from her flesh and rested his head against the headboard of the bed. They were both sweating, breathing hard, and exhausted. He wrapped his arms around her even tighter and kissed the mark he just left on her skin. He pulled out of her slowly and relaxed against her body. He felt her go limp in his arms so he laid her down with him, tucking her tired form against his. They relaxed side by side as they came down from their high and he kissed her jaw, neck, and shoulder.

"Fine. You win. I belong to you, I'm yours and it was your hunt." She giggled as she turned her head to kiss his cheek.

"That's what I thought." He chuckled as he covered them with the comforter at the end of the bed and pulled her even closer.

"I'd rather work with you than against you, Marvolo." She said softly as she caressed his knuckles with her thumb. He buried his face into her hair and sighed happily.

"I feel the same, Sweetheart. We'll figure out who is behind this. Hopefully on the same team this time." He said as she rolled over to face him and entangle her limbs with his. She ran her fingertips along the scar on his back. Scars from the Cruciatus curse. They both wore them. Marvolo's was on his back as well but much bigger. Matching pain and twisted families brought them together. No matter how much they fought, no matter what their families did, Marvolo would never let her go.

He watched as she drifted off to sleep nestled against him. He kissed her forehead and brought a hand up to rub his thumb along her cheek. "I love you, Little Viper." He whispered before falling asleep in her embrace.

Tagging: @ashisgreedy @helendeath

A/N: This is a repost from my old blog! Also, Senka is Marvolo’s thestral.💚