#oc: sanguis

[drawbudd]

it's been a good while (mostly because ive been super super busy and getting lost in school work) BUT i wish everyone a happy belated halloween from me and all of my sillies!!

[enigmatic-enigmas]

TMA OCs!!

Tom, Eddie, and Lucas- three Avatars who serve the bloodier entities. Affectionately known as the 'Blood Boys'

[sepulchrypha]

Did the character meme put together by @bitegore , this was very fun.

[elfboyeros]

Safety

I'm Rewriting Purus Sanguis again, so I have to get rid of The Ballerina, The Vampire, and Their Calypso. Here are the replacement pieces pulled from the original, so if stuff feels familiar, that’s why. If this feels a little odd, I wanted to fit as many events I felt were relevant to Belladonna and Wilhelm’s relationship as possible.

Please enjoy.

⚠️Abuse depicted and referenced

Masterlist

Love or anything close to love was never at the forefront of Wilhelm’s mind. He’s old, immortal, vampiric, off-putting, large, menacing, and rather monstrous. In addition, he was only in Russia to visit a friend, a man he had known for years and enjoyed to company of while they were both on their travel around the world. It was a simple night out to watch a Russian ballet!

Yet one night at the theatre became more.

From sitting in the back to sitting to inch forward every night there was a ballet until he was finally in the front, in view, to watch one woman only.

Mrs. Bela Pavlova.

A very talented and young ballerina, a beautiful swan with poliosis that captured Wilhelm’s heart before she knew he existed. The times that he was able to chat with her in and outside of the theatre when she was not performing replaced the idea of him being alone for the rest of his immortal existence with visions of her and thoughts of being with her for the rest of her life.

Yet, she was married.

Granted her ring is cheap and Wilhelm could give her something better. Truly he could buy her all the gems in the world and then some, buy her anything that she deemed to be her favorite like the carnations or chocolate-cover cherries he continues to bring her. Treat her better than she was being treated, but he’s not going to “take” another man’s wife.

Wilhelm Con Vester is cruel but not that cruel.

So, putting every thought of having her aside, he decided to leave Russia and return to his lonely house in the Romanian mountains. He would simply leave Bela with carnations, dream about her, and maybe visit her grave years later.

“Sergei!”

Her voice was loud as Wilhelm walked down the empty hallway, scared and timid. It caught him off guard, making his peace quicker before he heard her shrieking.

“Sergei, please!”

The clattering of trinkets to the floor, and incoherent masculine yelling made Wilhelm race to Bela’s dressing room and throw the door open, instantly filling him with rage.

Thatperfect ballerina in the abusive and violent clasp of a vulgar man, his Bela’s black and white locks in a death grip as if this evil man was attempting to pull it out of the roots of her scalp. Her makeup was ruined by her tears and crying, and glass on the floor cutting her knees and delicate skin as she was continuously forced upon the floor, while the man holding her, her own husband, screaming at her, being the source of all her pain.

“YOU INSOLENT CHILD!” Wilhelm roared, his gift of carnations now on the floor before he used his vampiric powers to shove Sergei into the vanity mirror shattering the glass against the man’s back, “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BEAT AND ABUSE A WOMAN!”

“SHE IS MY WIFE!” Sergei spat through gritted teeth.

“SHE IS YOUR WIFE, ALL THE MORE REASON TO TREAT HER WITH LOVE AND KINDNESS AS IF SHE CAN DO NO WRONG, NOT DESTROY HER AS IF SHE IS A TOY YOU WISH TO TAKE APART!” Wilhelm screamed his grip tightening around Sergei.

“I WILL TREAT HER AS I-ARGH”

Wilhelm shoved him into the vanity glass, even more, to prevent him from speaking before flinging him into the wall adjacent to the vanity, the sound of his bones breaking loudly ringing out through the room. Sergei became Wilhelm's own little ragdoll that he was able to play with and break giving him the treatment that he was giving Bela.

Wilhelm panted, staring at Sergei, groaning and unable to move anymore, “If I were not a kind man,” Wilhelm sighed, “I would have killed you months ago, instead of playing with my food!” He muttered the last part before sneaking his teeth into Sergei’s neck.

His blood tasted horrible, spitting out most of it due to the taste. “What did I expect,” Wilhelm commented to himself, before turning around and seeing Bela still on the floor frozen on the floor still atop broken glass looking at him shocked with wide hazel eyes.

It then struck him… she witnessed everything. The most horrific he could ever be, she, his lovely little swan, saw it. Anyone would be terrified, yet there is a small twinkle in her eyes that he doesn’t notice, she’s just seen heaven on Earth.

“I’m sorry, mein schwan,” he stammered, attempting to wipe the blood from around his mouth, “I must be quite scary—”

“Scary, you’re divine!” Bela cooed, “My god you are divine.”

She struggles to stand, “Bela!” He gasped rushing to her side as glass crunched beneath her feet.

“You killed him, right?” she heaved digging her crackled and broken nails into his coat.

“Yes, schwan, he’s dead,” he answered, as glass continued to dig into her skin, “Careful! Careful! Do you have shoes anywhere?”

“The wardrobe,” she sighed, pointing to the large wooden closet, as he cleared off the seat of her vanity chair and helped her sit, “Are you going to take me away from here?”

“Yes, mein schwan,” he answered, pulling out a sensible pair of shoes from the wardrobe,

“What are you calling me when you say schwan?”

“Swan, I’m calling you my swan,” He said softly before kneeling in front of her as she smiled.

“You are always so kind to me,” she muttered, as he sat in front of her, his hands resting right above her kneecaps, “And your language is so beautiful.”

“May I clean the blood?” he asked to which she nodded.

He began lapping up the blood on her legs and feet, it tasted sweet, like a love dessert, he muttered into her skin, “I will take you home, and you won’t have to worr—"

“I don’t want to go home,” she remarked, as she watched him lick the blood off the bottom of her feet and place them in her shoes.

“Where would you have me take you?”

“Take me with you!”

“You wish to go with me?”

“Yes! I will not be a burden, I can even go on my way when we return to Romania, just take me away from here!” She begged

“Shush, shush, shush, mein schwan, there is no need to beg,” Wilhelm cooed into the skin of her knees, “I’ll whisk you away.”

“Thank you,” Bela sighed.

“Don’t thank me, dear,” He muttered, standing, “Can you stand?”

Standing upon her shaky knees, he wrapped her in his winter coat and scooped her up in his arms before she could even move. Her body trembling within his grasp, “Relax my swan,” he cooed resting his forehead against hers, “I’ve got you.”

He took her to her home, allowing her to grab any personal items she would want to keep. Disgusted by the domestic she was forced to live in, the cigarettes littering the nauseating carpet, bottles, and glasses of alcohol covering every surface.

“I’m sorry it’s so—”

“Don’t worry, swan, take all the time you need,” Wilhelm remarked before she went to gather her things.

She packed a few books, her dairies, a quilt, a dress box, a pair of point shoes, a portrait of who could assume was her maternal family, two shoe boxes, a jewelry box, a few casual dresses, a couple of leotards, and some negligées into a sizable suitcase before turning to Wilhelm once she was finished.

“Can you take me to one more place?” She asked.

“Of course, just tell me where.”

She had him take her to a cemetery. It scared him at first, for a moment he believed that it was some performance, a request to kill her and then buried alongside her Russian peers, however, her request was far from his daydream while watching her walk through the snow, the bottom of his dark winter coat dragging as she did so.

She was there to visit, for the last time.

Talking to the columbarium wall he took a mental note of the graves she was speaking to the stones she was touching, committing the women’s name to memory for future purposes.

“Give me a new name,” She requested staining the stones below her feet with tears.

“Excuse me?”

“Give me a new name! I can’t be Bela Pavlova anymore! Give me a new name no one has ever said, but you!” She begged grabbing his shirt, “You give me a new name, or you kill me, and I don’t want to die! Please, Wilhelm!”

“Please don’t beg,” Wilhelm cooed pitifully.

“I just want a new start,” she muttered.

“And I’ll have one,” Wilhelm commented, “As Belladonna Con Vester.”

He selfishly gave her the surname Con Vester as if she would stay Belladonna Con Vester for the rest of her life. Although it lets him hold a place in his heart that she would truly be his one day.

“Careful, swan,” He muttered her hand in his as he led her up the snow-covered stairs of his front porch, “I’ll get you new proper winter gear.”

“Thank you,” Belladonna muttered as they stepped into his cold dark house.

“I’m going to get your things, stay here for a moment.” He commented softly, leaving to gather what little she brought before returning to find her sitting on the stairs leading to the second floor.

“Is there anything you would like?” He asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs, “Food, tea, a bath, a place to sleep?”

“I would like to take a bath,” she answered as he helped her stand, her hands comfortably in his, “It would also be nice to lay down.”

Wilhelm nodded, leading her upstairs through a nice but sparsely decorated bedroom and into its adjoining bathroom before filling the tub. “Here is soap and some towels,” he began, sitting the items next to the large tub. “Take as much time as you like. I will bring you clothes and place your suitcase in your room. If you need anything, just yell for me.”

Belladonna nodded, “There is a black nightgown in my suitcase,” she commented, “I’d like that if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, Bela.”

He grimaced once he said it. He was used to her being Belladonna, just as she wasn’t used to her being Belladonna just yet. However, she wasn’t going to correct him, her given name sounded too nice coming from his lips.

He left her in the bathroom, got her suitcase, placed it in her room, pulled out her gown, and left it in the bathroom for her before putting new sheets on the bed.

The sound of her bare feet against the floors alerted Wilhelm to her approaching presence, she looked beautiful in her long black nightgown. Hugging herself as she entered the bedroom the older man frowned, “I apologize for the cold,” he said quietly, “When we look for you some winter clothing, I’ll get you a dressing gown.”

“Thank you,” she muttered, “For everything.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he remarked as he stepped away from the bed, allowing her to make herself comfortable.

“You also need not worry anymore,” Wilhelm muttered once she was comfortably under the covers. He got close enough to her bedside where he could tuck her wet hair behind her ear and place a small kiss on her forehead, “This is your home now, and I will always be here to protect you.”

“Thank you.”

“I will not be far—”

Belladonna grabbed his wrist before he could get to fair, “Please stay…” he was silent, not fully understanding what exactly she meant before adding, “… Just until I fall asleep, I know you killed him but I am still very afraid.”

“Of course. Is there anywhere you would like me to sit?”

“Wherever you are comfortable.”

He took a seat in an armchair in the corner of the room, where he had a perfect view of Belladonna and the bedroom door simply watching her and guarding her, even after she fell asleep. He only left once to get a book as continuing to stare at his sleeping swan felt a bit too creepy for his liking.

Months passed, and with each month, Belladonna became more comfortable in Wilhelm’s home, more comfortable with him.

“Wilhelm?”

He looked up from his reading material as he sat in bed, seeing Belladonna standing at the entrance of his bedroom, beautiful as ever.

“What can I do for you, mein schwan?”

“I have an odd request,” she remarked, approaching his large bed.

Wilhelm motioned her to sit with him, “What is your request, schwan?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

Wilhelm stared at her wide-eyed for a moment before letting out a slight laugh, “I don’t mean sex!” She exclaimed with rosy cheeks.

Wilhelm laughed making Belladonna groan, “You can sleep with me, Belladonna,” he replied softly, “but can I ask why?”

Belladonna began anxiously rubbing her hands together. “I haven’t been sleeping well, and I think it’s because he was, more or less, always sleeping next to me,” she explained. “But I don’t like the idea of continuously asking you to watch over me. You do so much; even now, you're working,” She motioned to the pile of papers in his lap, “I feel as if this is a nice compromise. You can stay in the comfort of your bed; I get the bed partner I need.”

Wilhelm hummed with a nod, “I am more than happy to be your bed partner.” He kissed her cheek as she giggled, “Although it’s going to break my heart the day you no longer need me.”

“I have no plans to break your heart, Wilhelm,” Belladonna replied softly.

That started the weeks-long silence yearning for the both of them: Wilhelm wanting to hold Belladonna but not wishing to overstep without her consent and Belladonna wanting Wilhelm to hold her, but not wanting to explicitly ask him to do so.  

At least Wilhelm’s work keeps his yearning at bay.

“You’re still working?”

Her voice is soft, yet hoarse and slurred against soft pillows, clear signs of just waking up. Looking over at her, lying on her side, staring at him with her hazel eyes, “Did I wake you, swan?” Wilhelm asked, brushing hair out of her face.

“No,” Belladonna replied, “Just bad dreams.”

“Nightmares?”

“Close.”

It’s as if she had traded sleepless nights for haunting dreams, since settling next to him in bed, “May I try something?” Wilhelm asked.

“Of course,” she answered, as he carefully placed all the documents in his lap to the floor with an audible plop.

He lays down on his side, mirroring Belladonna’s position before wrapping his arms around her middle pulling her close. Her hands placed themselves against his clothed chest a smile instantly painting itself across her face as she cuddled closer to him. His grip is firm, giving her a secure sense of safety.

Belladonna looked up at him, their eyes locking before her eyes drifted to his lips and back to his garnet-colored eyes, “I love you,” she muttered before Wilhelm pulled her even closer and captured her lips.

[mikyam]

Verra Sanguis in different hairstyle

[justcommander]

Some OCs for a thing of mine

Missed using pixels style

[conwayconartist]

Something something Silent Hill greedy worm joke

[borathae]

hello again f×mxf anon here!!! maybe one of the members turned female? or got female genitals or something like by magic or something...idk if it's too much ??? hahahah

ooookayyy I see the vision 👀👀 why do I always see Sanguis OC x Vmin when I picture this scenario? And it's with Jimin getting consensually enchanted. LIKE OKAY LISTEN! Stay with me! We all know that he carries a lot of sexual trauma around and that he even gets anxious about the thought of having his private parts touched. What if the magic spell would help him relax for a while because the trauma which is connected with having a dick is finally gone? LIKE WHAT THEN??

[sternevogn]

two characters i've had since i was about 10! meet silvam and sanguis, the two most important characters for one of my stories!

(and in case you're curious, their old names were forest-fire and blood-shed LOL)

[zortartrix]

Caine and Cabra have an interesting friendship

[drawbudd]

completely forgot to post these but here's my entries for 1 October in Inktober (backpack), OCtober (gender swap) and goretober (too many teeth, with goretober being under the cut)

[helenapsent]

Fallow me, die you see, fallow me, dare di, die with me,

Die you see, fallow me, dare di, die with me...

A little mock preface about how the drawing was created:

Brain: Let's SELECT THEIR TORSO???

Me: But that's against their design….

Brain: FOR EXPERIMENT

Me: OK

What was all that about… Because while I was working, I had the idea of marking some body contours :D

But that's not really important right now!

K-HM! @drowsynelapsi / @nighttbound , you're a big man now! You have grown both physically and morally, and as before you make me admire your creations! (I'm still monitoring your art, it's unrealistically energizing and inspiring with its atmosphere and I think it's great, it's wonderful, and I don't know what other words to put in here, except it's DIVINE (!!!))

Seeing how you put a lot of effort into your regular life, watching you hyper-fixate on certain pieces and just thinking posts, experiencing the highlights of your life with you is worth a lot. Even though I sometimes don't have time to read everything, I find it a great outlet and it feels good. I could add many more words about what a titan you are, not a person, and how cool you are as a cultural person, and that it stirs brains and turns them over like meat in a meat grinder (in a good way!) every time, and it's fucking great, but… I've said it all, I guess :D

I think we can move on to the wishes! The most important thing is, of course, good good health, and you will have it for sure! And also, that your friends will support you (and surely they will return all borrowed money to within a percent :ь), that all affairs will go uphill and your salary will be good! Well, after all, the most INCREDIBLE AND ENTERTAINMENT: THAT ALL THE GREAT EVILS AND CHARACTERS YOU LOVE HAVE EVERYTHING IN YOUR CAKE, and that everybody DANCED ON TOP OF IT WITH CANDLES!!!

Hehe, there :>

Well, actually, in conclusion I would like to say that I am very glad for every your progress in all branches and spheres of life, after all, these are also important stages of life, giving great experience! Don't give up, stay determined, and be confident in your deeds (UwU)

And finally… Hold Sanguis in the palms of your hands, or he'll burn down the nearest village ;DD

Original and sketch attached

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Anyway. @a-rogue-god

[elfboyeros]

Old Friends

⚠️Discussion of violence

More vampire shit here

With a fire in the fireplace, sitting on a comfortable couch, the earthy smells of New Orleans, and the Le Doux home, one of Wilhelm’s few comforts. Belladonna resting against her head against his arm, almost caught by the claws of sleep.

“Mein Schwan,” Wilhelm coos, “You should retire.”

Belladonna groans softly, “But then I’ll be alone,” she remarks.

“I won’t be too far behind you,” he admits.

“Mhm, I know how you like to talk, my beloved,” she comments.

Wilhelm chuckles, “But if you want me to sleep alone,” she sighs dramatically, attempting to get off the couch before he grabs her wrist and pulls her back down.

“Stay, I’ll never make you sleep alone,” he commands softly.

Belladonna smiled, kissing him briefly, before laying her head in his lap comfortably drifting off as he played with her hair, until his own fatigue started to catch up with him.

“I’m sorry, my friend!” The old werewolf patriarch exclaims coming into the sitting room seeing Belladonna snoozing in Wilhelm’s lap and the old vampire resting with his head tilted back with his eyes closed, “Oh, my apologies.”

“You're fine, Zacharie,” Wilhelm remarks raising his head, “I wasn’t even asleep.”

“Again, I am sorry. I don’t think that would take so long,” Zacharie comments, making drinks for himself and Wilhelm, “So many children to give proper goodnight to.”

“We did arrive late,” Wilhelm retorts.

“It was quite a shock I will admit,” Zacharie says handing his vampiric friend a drink, “Turning up the night before my daughter’s wedding with a woman, and not just any woman but your wife saying you’ve been married for almost 3 years.”

“I am sorry, life has been going this past couple of years.”

“I would have liked a letter at least.”

“Again, things have—"

“It’s a simple letter, Wilhelm, a wedding invitation,” Zacharie scoffs.

“There was no wedding to invite you to.”

“Excuse me?”

“It wasn’t a priority.”

Zacharie scoffs, “A wedding, not a priority. I don’t believe that.”

“Zacharie,” Wilhelm sighs.

“I understand that you and I have different priorities and ways of thinking, but to deprive such a sweet young woman of a wedding is cruel.”

“Zacharie, it was her choice not to have a wedding.”

“Huh?”

“She was married once, she hated the wedding, she didn’t want to have another one.”

“You said she was…”

“20 when we met,” Wilhelm answers.

Zacharie hummed, before furrowing his brow, “That’s young age,” he comments

“You say as most of your children get married at 20,” Wilhelm retorts.

“Hey! I let them choose! That’s more than most men do!” Zacharie responds, “How old was she when she got married.”

“16,” Wilhelm answers.

Zacharie looked at Wilhelm with a cocked eyebrow, “She was forced.”

“Yes, by her father.”

“And You met?”

“At and after a ballet, she was performing.”

Zacharie looked at him with a fond smile. “Did you steal her way from the husband she didn’t love to treat her like a queen?" he joked.

He expects Wilhelm to laugh, however, the old vampire sitting across from him has this look of undescribed yearning sorrow, “I didn’t steal her,” Wilhelm mutters, brushing his knuckles against Belladonna’s cheek, “She came with me willing…”

“I didn’t mean anything horrible by it, Wilhelm!”

“You’re fine, Zacharie,” Wilhelm mumbles staring at her longingly.

“It’s worse than I could even imagine, isn’t it… what happened to her.”

Wilhelm nodded, “That man didn’t love her. He treated her like a toy that he wanted to break.” Zacharie could see the hate in his eyes as he spoke of Belladonna’s ex-husband before his eyes softened, “No matter, she is here, he is not, and she is mine.”

“You killed him didn’t you…”

“What was I supposed to do? I’m not going to let him live after he put his hands on her.”

“Jesus,” Zacharie sighs into his drink, “Why are the mortal men so vile.”

“You say that as if you are not a mortal man,” Wilhelm jokes.

“Let me rephrase: humans are odd,” Zacharie remarks, “Even being mortal but not one of them I also don’t understand why they are so horrible to each other. Granted we live amongst supernatural and immortal individuals that have done the most vulgar shit imaginable—”

“Don’t you just wish we could kill them all?” Wilhelm mentions.

“I do quite like not breaking the law,” Zacharie replies before adding, “She seems very happy. Rita said that she was lovely and very kind to the kids. Marie-Louise even said that she feels like family already she wants her to be a part of the wedding… You seem truly happy now too.”

Wilhelm smiles, “I was more than satisfied with being alone for the rest of my existence, and then of course I met her.” He begins, “I wasn’t going to turn her because I hadn’t thought about losing her then she begged me. Watching her have to suffer just to be with me, made me realize how much I don’t want to lose her.”

Zacharie chuckles, “And to think you told me at one point that you didn’t understand love.”

“Don’t remind me,” The vampire groaned.

“I have a feeling that her and Rita will get along more than they already are,” the werewolf coos.

Wilhelm hums in agreement, watching Belladonna stir in his lap, “We’ll talk more in the morning, old friend,” Zacharie mentions, “Get her into a nice comfortable bed.”

“Sleep well,” he adds, as Wilhelm leaves for the guest bedroom with Belladonna in his arms.

Laying Belladonna down in the bed, he hears her whine when he steps back and rounds the side of the bed. “I’m still here, my swan,” he says softly, climbing into the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her, pulling her close, and kissing her softly, “You’re not sleeping alone, I promise.”

[livums]

gay asks: 6 & 9 for Irial and 17 (if ur comfy) & 18

gay asks!! ty!

See the asks here!

ok so... Irial au Ghrianach! The Token Man!

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

So Irial, I think, doesn't really see himself having a label in terms of sexual identity. He's very much the kind of person who is attracted to people based on their individual characteristics, regardless of their gender identity. So he's like giving bi/pan/omni but he doesn't feel the need to like, Declare his identity, if that makes sense.

9. Are there cultural or lore specific aspects to their identity? If applicable, does their species affect it?

Yeah actually! So basically ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████.

And now myself!

17. Do you share identity with any of your ocs? Which ones?

I do! I've had people comment before on how I make all of my ocs bisexual lmao. It's, um, pretty true LOL. I definitely gravitate towards making bisexual protagonists. Additionally, I've started getting more comfortable writing characters who are, like myself, nonbinary (particularly bigender or genderfluid). It's something I'm still trying to figure out what feels right for me, but writing Kesh for example, I'm trying to be authentic to my own experience without feeling like I'm. making a Statement about what n-b/genderfluid people are all like. Y'know? Not sexuality/gender related but in terms of shared identities, I also end up making a lot of biracial protags as well--Kesh, Sonea, Zova, and Trinket are all examples of this <3

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

I like this question--I think it makes me really happy to proudly label a ton of my characters as bi. There are also some characters, like Zova and Kesh (trans and nonbinary, respectively), for whom it is very important to me that they are who they are! if that makes sense. There are definitely characters I write who sometimes take on lives of their own, though, and sometimes they don't always end up the identity I initially imagined them! Sylah and Nieve were supposed to be bi, but 40k words later, I had a couple of readers tell me that they couldn't really picture these characters (or Sylah, at least) being involved with a man. So okay, I wrote a couple of lesbian characters, so that's what they are now!

[serpensanguiswriting]

hi hello, my name's aggie and this is an original marauders series featuring a few original characters and primarily focusing on JAMES POTTER + MANNON BLACK ( an original Black!cousin ) but i also take requests on certain days for reader insert fiction . ㅤㅤPRIMARILY TAKES PLACE AT THE START OF THE WIZARDING WAR AND THE ORDER'S INVOLVEMENT

SUMMARYㅤ:ㅤmannon black is the shame of the black family, perhaps more so than her cousin sirius and that's saying something. having been deformed at birth, for years she was sequestered in the Black Manor like a prisoner until her father learned of a darker ancient art of transmutation thus forcing his daughter's body into a better shape. but that was merely the beginning. at fifth year, mannon left hogwarts, left london, left everything behind all together having been sick of being s censored in her prusuits. but that was before the dark lord began amassing an army. that was before the war. that was before james potter needed her.

TRIGGERS ( chapter ): VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTIONS, DARK MAGIC MENTIONS, WAR THEMES

TRIGGERS ( series ): MENTIONS OF FAMILIAL ABUSE, ABLEISM, WAR THEMES, BLOOD SUPREMACY / RACISM, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTIONS, INJURY MENTIONS, DARK MAGIC, let me know if i forgot anything!

a/n :ㅤㅤthis is more of setting the stage and introducing mannon as a character. CREATIVE LIBERTIES HAVE AND WILL BE TAKEN .ㅤCOMPLETELY ANTI-JKR.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙎 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔;ㅤㅤㅤspells and hexes being hurled around the maze of wood and mud as Sirius tried to get away, or maybe, get to wherever the others were. James had been ahead of him when the Death Eaters found them. Remus lost somewhere in the scattering of witches and wizards. A blast curse was whipped Sirius' way and he felt his body flip violently into the air, heat and rock hitting him like a wall as he landed flat on his chest. The air rushed out of his chest like a tidal wave and he gasped. His wand. Where was his wand!? Calloused and bloody hands frantically pushed and swatted at the land as he flipped and twisted.

"Looking for this, Black?" a gravelly voice spat and James froze. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to know it was Rodolphus Lestrange, the mad husband of his cousin Bellatrix. No better a match if he were honest. A rope wrapped around his ankle and gave a hard yank throwing Sirius to the left, his ribs cracking against a tree that gave only slightly from the force of his weight against it. Sirius had never felt such burning pain radiate through him and he gasped, gulping at air like a flounder out of water. Where was James? Where was Remus!? A boot against his chin pushed him onto his back and that wicked grin on Rodolphus' face looked eerily like the one his cousin had adopted as her own. Wild eyes. Greasy hair. His teeth looked sharper, somehow, as well and had he had the wherewithall, Sirius may have made a joke about his own canine teeth whenever he shifted---- but his head was fuzzy and his eyes couldn't focus through the blood and sweat dripping along his face.

"Sirius!?" His name echoed weakly through the heavy air ashe shamelessly began to pull at the mud and undergrowth. "Sirius where are you!?" Remus. It had to be. Sirius continued pulling his heavy body along the dirt, shamelessly and uncaring about how pitiful he may have looked to the wizard tauntingly stalking him.

"Look at you," Rodolphus spat, "Pathetic. How you have fallen, a pitiful, disgusting, useless sack of flesh and bone. Bellatrix will be so disappointed," Rodolphus lifted his wand with a throaty chuckle, "She was the one who wanted to kill you!" His spell was cut short as a electric bolt shot through the air and collided into his chest, sending the dark wizard hurtling backward through the air and to the dirt. Black smoke curled from the sky and twisted around as the skirt of a black dress appeared. Sirius didn't have the strength at first to look who had come. For all he knew, it was in fact his cousin Bellatrix coming to be the one to end his life. Angry at her huband for trying to steal the honor. The smoke faded and a familiar smell flittered down to where he panted on his belly; midcrawl.

Lilac and Gooseberries. It was a distinct scent. One made softer with subtle hints of warm vanilla. Sirius' eyes trailed up along the slender form in front of him until he spotted the bright violet eyes of his savior. Her name barely made it past his lips:

"Mannon."