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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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If you write for fem black readers can I request Carlisle with a werewolf wife, since wolves are mostly always shirtless sometimes he has to remind her to wear a shirt bc she’s so used to being shirtless that it’s become a bad habit for her? Sometimes she’ll try to warm him up when they’re laying in bed tg by going to bed without a shirt and just some shorts on?

❝warm bodies❞

✭ pairing : carlilse cullen x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : sometimes (y/n) forgets to wear a shirt, it’s a real bad habit of hers that even her husband Carlisle has to remind her almost every day to put one on but it’s a habit that can’t be helped, after all her body runs too damn hot

✭ twilight masterlist 2

The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. In the heart of the woods, (Y/N) moved stealthily, her senses heightened as she prowled through the night. She wasn't alone, surrounded by her pack, led by the enigmatic Alpha, Sam Uley. As a shapeshifter, (Y/N) had embraced her identity, shifting between her human and wolf forms with ease.

For years, she had belonged to Sam's pack, and they had become her family, her sanctuary. Her life was filled with the howls of her fellow wolves, the thrill of the hunt, and the camaraderie that came with being part of a pack. Yet, destiny had something else in store for her.

One fateful day, while on a routine patrol, (Y/N) had an encounter that would change her life forever. As she ventured deeper into the woods, her senses suddenly overloaded with an intoxicating scent – a scent she had never experienced before. It was like nothing else, drawing her in, and she followed it, her heart pounding with anticipation.

There, standing in a small clearing, was Carlisle Cullen. He was a man of unearthly beauty, his skin as pale as alabaster and his eyes a striking golden hue. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt – he was a vampire. But instead of fear, she felt an overwhelming sense of calm and belonging.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. (Y/N) had heard of imprints, the unbreakable bonds that formed between shifters and their destined mates. She had never believed in such tales, but now she was living one. Carlisle was her imprint, and she was his.

Their connection deepened as they spent more time together, learning about each other's worlds, and falling in love against all odds. However, (Y/N) knew that leaving Sam's pack would not be easy. She had grown close to her fellow wolves, and her departure would surely leave a void.

But destiny had a way of guiding her path. Over the years, she gradually distanced herself from the pack, her bond with Carlisle growing stronger. She began to feel a new sense of purpose, one that extended beyond the boundaries of her old life.

(Y/N) found herself drawn to the Olympic clan, a coven of vampires who were unlike any others she had encountered. Edward, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper welcomed her with open arms, seeing her as a mother figure, a source of guidance and protection. In her, they found the maternal love they had longed for.

As the years passed, (Y/N) and Carlisle's love deepened, and they decided to take the ultimate step – to get married. It was a ceremony unlike any other, uniting a shapeshifter and a vampire in eternal love.

The day she left Sam's pack was bittersweet, but she knew she was following her heart, forging a new path with the family she had chosen. She embraced her role as a mother figure to the Olympic clan, guiding them with wisdom and love.

As she stood by Carlisle's side, their hands intertwined, (Y/N) knew that her life had taken a remarkable turn. She had gone from being a member of a wolf pack to becoming the matriarch of a vampire coven. Her journey was just beginning, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with the love of her life and her newfound family by her side.

Several years had passed since (Y/N) had left Sam's pack and embraced her new life as a member of the Olympic clan. Time had been kind to her, and her bond with Carlisle had only deepened with each passing day. Yet, some things remained unchanged.

One of those things was (Y/N)'s unique trait as a shifter – her body ran hot. It was a characteristic shared by most of Sam's pack, a constant reminder of their supernatural nature. This meant that (Y/N) had a tendency to walk around shirtless, often sporting a sports bra, especially in the scorching summer months.

It was a habit she had picked up during her time with the pack, and it had become second nature to her. To her, it was simply a way to stay cool in the heat, and she never thought twice about it. However, it did raise a few eyebrows among the Cullens, who were accustomed to a more modest way of dressing.

Carlisle, in particular, found himself constantly reminding (Y/N) to put on a shirt before she left the house. It had become a playful ritual between them, one that never failed to make him smile.

"(Y/N), darling, please remember to put on a shirt," Carlisle would say with a gentle smile as he kissed her goodbye in the morning.

She would roll her eyes, grinning mischievously. "You worry too much, Carlisle. It's not like I'm going to walk into town like this."

But sometimes, she did. (Y/N) was known for her fearless spirit and her love of the outdoors. She would often go on long hikes or runs through the dense forests surrounding their home, and occasionally, she'd forget to change into more conventional attire.

One sunny afternoon, as (Y/N) was about to head out for a run, Carlisle caught her at the door wearing only a sports bra and shorts. He raised an amused eyebrow, a fond smile playing on his lips.

"(Y/N), you promised," he teased, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

She chuckled and walked over to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I know, I know. I'll put on a shirt when I get back, I promise."

Carlisle couldn't help but shake his head, both exasperated and enchanted by the fiery spirit of his mate. "Just be careful, my love."

As she bounded into the woods, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the life she had found with Carlisle and the Cullens. They were her family now, and she cherished every moment with them. She knew that her unique habits might raise a few eyebrows, but she had no intention of changing who she was. After all, it was just one more way her bond with Carlisle remained as sizzling as ever.

1. The Morning Ritual :

Every morning, like clockwork, Carlisle would gently remind (Y/N) to put on a shirt before she left for her day. It had become their little routine, a loving and teasing exchange that began their day on a warm note.

2. The Hike :

One sunny weekend, (Y/N) decided to go on a hike with Rosalie and Emmett. As they set out on the trail, Carlisle couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, reminding her one more time to put on a shirt. She reluctantly agreed but ended up tying her shirt around her waist after the first mile.

3. The Family Gathering :

During a family gathering at their home, (Y/N) casually strolled into the living room in just a sports bra and shorts, prompting a chorus of raised eyebrows from the Cullens. Carlisle cleared his throat and whispered a reminder to her, causing her to blush and quickly fetch a shirt.

4. The Run to Town :

One day, (Y/N) decided to run into town for some supplies. Carlisle, noticing her attire, leaned in and reminded her with a playful smirk. She laughed and assured him she'd grab a shirt from the car, though she didn't see the point in town.

5. The Surprise Visit :

Alice had a tendency to surprise (Y/N) with impromptu visits. One such day, she burst into the house, only to find (Y/N) relaxing on the couch in her usual sports bra and shorts. Carlisle and Alice exchanged a knowing look, and Carlisle discreetly nudged his wife to put on a shirt.

6. The Midnight Craving :

Late one night, (Y/N) had an insatiable craving for ice cream. In her haste to get a bowl from the kitchen, she forgot to put on a shirt. As she scooped the ice cream, Carlisle entered the kitchen, chuckling softly, and gently reminded her. She blushed but shrugged it off, savoring her late-night treat.

7. The Family Football Game :

The Cullens decided to have a family football game in their backyard. (Y/N) was an enthusiastic participant, but her choice of attire, or lack thereof, raised a few eyebrows. Carlisle took her aside with a grin and whispered his familiar reminder. She laughed and grabbed a jersey this time, joining the game with even more energy.

And the One Time She Remembered To Wear One Herself :

It was a beautiful, sunny day, and (Y/N) decided to spend some quiet time in the garden. As she got up from her chair to tend to the flowers, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, realizing she was still wearing her shirt. With a triumphant grin, she slipped into her favorite gardening shirt and sunglasses, surprising Carlisle when she walked back into the house fully clothed. He beamed at her, impressed by her newfound initiative, and they shared a loving, shirt-wearing moment.

The night was calm, the moonlight spilling through the curtains and casting a gentle glow in the room. (Y/N) and Carlisle lay intertwined on their bed, cocooned in a sea of blankets. It was a rare moment of serenity for the couple, a precious oasis of peace in their immortal lives.

Carlisle, being a vampire, had long lost the capacity to feel cold or warmth in the way humans did. Yet, he cherished the sensation of (Y/N)'s warm skin against his own. Her body radiated heat, a constant reminder of her shifter nature, and he found himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

As they lay there, (Y/N) shifted closer to Carlisle, nuzzling her face against his chest. His cool skin provided a stark contrast to her warmth, and she relished the feeling of his arms around her. Even though he didn't feel cold, Carlisle embraced her with a gentle, protective hold, savoring the intimate connection they shared.

Her fingers traced soothing patterns on his skin, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the tranquility of the moment. They didn't need words to communicate; their closeness spoke volumes. It was a testament to their deep love and understanding of each other, a love that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural existences.

Carlisle pressed a soft kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, his lips brushing against her skin. "You're my source of warmth, my love," he whispered, his voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

(Y/N) smiled against his chest, her heart swelling with affection. "And you're my eternal light in the darkness," she replied, her words a testament to the enduring bond they shared.

In the stillness of the night, they continued to cuddle, finding solace and contentment in the simple act of being together. For (Y/N) and Carlisle, their love was a beacon, a guiding star that illuminated the path of their immortal existence, and in each other's arms, they found their sanctuary.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight masterlist #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle imagine #carlisle imagines #twilight carlisle #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #twilight x you #twilight x shifter reader #twilight x y/n

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 1 year ago

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Carlisle Cullen x Fem Reader (2)

This fic is a continuation of this drabble here.

Warnings: mentions of death, destruction and one curse word. Edward is not manipulative or controlling in this au.

“It’s all going to be all right Bella,” Alice soothed. “(Name) won’t mind if this runs over time.”

“But it’s her birthday,” Bella protested. “She shouldn’t be worried about us.”

“She won’t be worried about us,” Edward replied. “She and Carlisle are spending time together.”

Bella cheered up at that; seeing you and Carlisle together was like witnessing everything romantic in the world all at once.

“At the back there, pay attention!” Mr. Mason barked.

Edward, Bella, Alice, and Jasper murmured apologies.

“Now that we are all focusing and not distracted, perhaps you can describe the painting that we are standing in front of.”

“They were talking about Edward’s mom’s birthday,” Mike interjected. Mr. Mason ignored the comment in favour of staring at Edward until he began to speak.

“This painting is part of a series of three paintings called La Purga. They depict the destruction of Olympus by its own King.”

Mr. Mason’s expression became a little less severe, “Miss Cullen, what is the backstory of the paintings?”

Alice needlessly cleared her throat, “The story behind these paintings is that the King of Olympus, Zeus, feared that someone he was related to would destroy Olympus. He slaughtered everyone that he shared a bond with. There are many interpretations regarding Zeus’ final fate but the prevailing theory is that his own power destroyed him. In the last painting, the artist leads you to believe that his lightning rebounded and killed him.”

Bella looked at the bottom right corner of the painting where the artist had signed. The writing seemed familiar and the longer Bella stared at the signature, the more she realised it was an anagram. Reshuffling the letters in her mind, she came up with a recognisable name. Rosalie Hale.

As Alice drove her to the Cullen’s home, Bella voiced her thoughts. Alice grinned, “Rosalie may have painted the picture, but who do you think told her the story? The real story?”

“No way!” Bella gasped. “I thought Zeus killed anyone even slightly related to him?”

Alice shook her head with the grin still on her face, “Zeus couldn’t detect (Name) when she lived with the Volturi which is how she met Carlisle.”

“Zeus was destroyed by his own power.” Bella breathed, “Which was wielded by his own daughter.”

Jasper leaned forward, “As Emmett always says, ‘Mom’s a badass.’ To date, she is one of the only outsiders to have the Volturi’s respect.”

#my writing #my fics #carlisle cullen #female reader #carlisle cullen x you #carlisle cullen x reader #twilight x greek mythology #reader is a demigod #reader is zeus' daughter #alice cullen #bella swan #jasper hale #no esme

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demigod-jack-hearth · 5 months ago

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Diary of Jack Hearth

chapter one - Let's start with the basics

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Hey, I dunno why your reading my diary but what the fuck, hi, I'm male today (I'm fucking gender fluid so stfu)

My name is Jack Hearth, I'm 17 years old, the adopted son of Hestia and the champion of many gods and goddesses (we'll get into that in the future, don't worry). I'm also one of the oldest none fully

Let's talk about me, that's why you're here isn't it? I'll only give you a brief summary for now. We can get more into detail later

I don't really remember much about my mortal parents; they died when I was 5 years old from a car accident which I caused (will also get into this in the future) and I take complete blame for the accident no matter what anyone tells me.

After that shitshow of a car crash, Hestia found me, raised me for a few years and then she took me to CHB (camp half-blood), where I became the keeper of the Hearth at camp, which at the time for me personally was a very important job (now not so much).

I stayed at camp for around 6 years, until after the second giant war, where I went to CJ (camp Jupiter) and served for a few years.

After I was released from duty in the cohort, I returned to CHB which is where I usually spend most my time now, although I occasionally visit CJ to visit old friends, such as RaRa (Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano)

Once I returned to CHB, I spent as much time as I could (probably too much) baking, as its one if not my favourite past time.

As well as baking, I began spending a lot more time with the younger and newer campers, and especially the ones who didn't necessarily come from a good background.

In spending time with these campers, it made me realise so much more how absolutely FUCKED demigod lives are.

So many of the younger campers came from families who either abused or neglected them because they were demigods and they were seen as a "freak" by their own families.

This revelation caused me to become very protective over the new and younger campers. (the younger ones more) I basically became a parental figure or an older sibling figure to almost every camper.

After a few years of that, I was involved in some time traveling shenanigans where I ended up adopting my first child, Rosalie, and one of my strange... I guess you could call it an addiction, began... I started having this strange urge to adopt as many children as I could and protect them from the world, or at least give them a caring parental figure, and I currently have 22 adopted children and one biological child.

And now you've caught up, that dear reader is just a brief summary of my life.... I'll bring you more soon

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WOOO, finally done chapter 1, took me 2 hours to write

Can you guys like review this and tell me where I can improve

(tag list for fanfic, tell me if you want to be added)

@love-lightning-forethought @the-gods-strange-children @if-chaos-was-a-boy @silena-daughterofaphrodite @nicoswill2live @unhinged-waterlilly @chaos-pers0nified @lizzzzzzzzzzzzzz---lol @reyna4ever @luck-is-crucial @zoe-aura-of-d3ath @pink-koi-lovejoy @bast-the-best26 @kaiaalwayswins

#pjo #oc #pjo oc #fanfic #pjo fandom #oc fanfiction #spent 2 hours on this shit

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ahedderick · 2 months ago

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I spent most of the morning doing financial/college bill/tax bill kinda stuff that should have taken minutes . . MINUTES I tell you. I am now so frustrated that I could chew nails and spit horseshoes.

I'm not even DONE everything, but I've done as much as I can for now.

Then I took the dogs outside for a piddle-break, and Rosalie attempted to bolt, 'crashed' when she hit the limit of the leash, and hurt her leg. It's not, thank heavens, rebroken or anything, just very sore. Whippets just do NOT understand moving at slow speeds. It's lightning or nothing.

#grumpy

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ginger-grimm · 4 months ago

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024

Day 1: Godly Parent

The Cast of my Disney Descendants "The Outsiders Series" and their Godly Parents

Petra Müller as the daughter of Artemis, Goddess of hunting, wild animals, and the moon

Willa Darling as the daughter of Athena, Goddess of wisdom and war

Greer Grimm as the daughter of Dionysus, God of wine, celebration, and ecstasy

Gunter "Tee" Wiley as the son of Hecate, Goddess of magic and witchcraft

Arminta "Minty" Liddell as the daughter of Hebe, Goddess of eternal youth

Tabitha "Tabby" Andrews as Zeus, King of the Gods and the god of the sky, lightning, and thunder

Falk White as Nike, Goddess of victory

Juniper "June" of Agrabah as Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty

Reese Hood as Nemesis, Goddess of revenge and retribution

Collette Potts as Harmonia, Goddess of harmony and concord

Prudence "Prue" Woods as Hephaestus, God of fire, blacksmith, and craftsmen

Rosalie Gardener as Demeter, Goddess of agricultur and harvest

TAGLIST: @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @nikosasaki @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @stelstellakidd @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

#ocappreciation #ocapp #ohc2024 #fyeahdisneydescendantsocs #disney descendants oc #oc: petra müller #oc: willa darling #oc: greer grimm #oc: tee wiley #oc: minty liddell #oc: tabby andrews #oc: falk white #oc: june of agrabah #oc: reese hood #oc: collette potts #oc: prue woods #oc: rosalie gardener

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riordanverserpdatabase · 5 months ago

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Our second vote of the day!!! This one is highly anticipated!!!!

Cabin 10 - Aphrodite

Haven, why would you be a good fit for Head Counselor?

Inbox (1)

Email from Haven Arcadia ( @sweetxloverxx )

attachment: 1 video

The video begins with Haven sitting on her bunk, the sounds of cabin 10 behind her. She seems to be laughing at something her sibling said before remembering what she was doing.

"Is this thing on? Yes? Oh! It is, cool!" Nervous laughter follows

"Okay! So! Consider this my......Head Councilor Application?"

"Okay- here goes."

"Hi! My name is Haven Arcadia, I'm from cabin ten! You asked for my at on Tumblr, so I included it in my email header, hope that's okay. Um, I'm eighteen years old, and have been here for a year, but within that year, I have participated in a few notable events."

She takes a deep breath.

"I want to be head councilor because I know what it's like to be terrified and alone in a new environment, and the mental toll it can take on you. I want to prevent new campers from experiencing that. I know that there are opportunities to grow and branch out here, and I want to show the new campers that this place isn't as scary as it seems, and that it really can feel like, and be, a home."

She smiles.

"I suppose that's all! Thank you for taking time to watch this, mods."

The video ends.

Elizabeth, Why would you be a good fit for head counselor? @lizzie-beau

I haven't been involved in any major or intentional conflicts and my inbox is always open. I would love to help new campers who may be intimidated or scared or maybe don’t even know what’s going on and I'm comfortable being in leadership positions. I’d love to be their big sister figure or like a mentor of sorts! I'm experienced when it comes to leading campers as I’ve been at camp for about ten years now and have a fairly open schedule which means I’m always available to help one of my siblings or fellow campers out. I try to come across as very friendly and l'm an extrovert who won't hesitate to put their foot down if need be. I speak English, French, and Greek which is a plus the more languages I speak the better I can communicate with my fellow campers! I want to make sure camp is a safe, inclusive space and help protect everyone. I can also charmspeak which has come in handy on more than one occasion but I strictly refuse to use it on fellow campers.

Brooklyn, why would you be a good fit for Head Counselor? @love-lightning-forethought

I would be a good fit because I'm a good leader, I can act well under pressure and I'm friendly (I hope). I am willing to take on the responsibilities of head counsellor and hope to help :)

Alright Cabin 10!!! Let's hear it!!!

Adelaide Swan @aphrodites-finnish-daughter

Celeste (Hunter of Artemis) @cel-child-of-aphrodite

Cynthia Carter @ride-the-tide

Dorian Sinclaire @sonofamotherloving-lovelady

Isabel @oneofaphroditesmanykids

Jeanette-Elódie Chiyo Takahashi @jean-isnot-verysweet

Jinka Medali @jinkas-heart-filled-meadows

Leora Caory @therosesonofaphrodite

Mackenzie (Brooklyn?) Hayword @rayof-damnsunshine

Rosalie @that-girl-cupid

Sara Davies (Matchmaker Extraordinaire) @camp-half-bloods-resident-cupid

Stephanie (or Steph) @that-asian-child-of-aphrodite

#system update

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ariathemortal · 6 months ago

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@mortal-champion-of-hestia @if-chaos-was-a-boy @chaos-pers0nified @that-girl-cupid @nicoswill2live @littlemisf0rtune @ocean-struck-boy @offical-wise-girl @nikes-best-son @sleepy-as-a-song @love-lightning-forethought @chaos-pers0nified @fabulousdaughterofhecate @the-one-and-only-adria

#ariadne is talking! ᡣ𐭩 #percy jackson roleplay #pjo roleplay #pjo rp #percy jackson oc

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 year ago

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Bella Swan AU: Canon Divergence Master Post

Twilight

What if Bella Found Out Edward Thought She Was Unremarkable and Plain in the Beginning of Twilight? (She Knows, He Told Her Himself, Bella Agreed With Him)

What If Edward Couldn’t Suck the Poison Out?

What if Bella Got Pregnant in Twilight? (Or Sex Pollen A-Hoy!)

What if Bella Passed by the Cullen Table on Her First Day?

What if Bella Had Returned to Phoenix Before Edward Got Back from Alaska?

What if Jacob Never Told Bella His Old Legends?

What if Bella Was Struck by Lightning During the Baseball Game?

What if Someone in the Phoenix Airport Thought Bella Was Being Trafficked?

What if Bella Had Confronted Edward in that First Biology Class? (He Eats Her)

What if Renee Came to Help Bella Move to Forks?

What if Bella Woke Up with No Memory After the Van?

What if Bella Had Realized Her Mother’s Voice on the Call with James Was a Recording?

What if the Van Incident Never Happened?

What if Edward Tore off Bella's Arms When Trying to Suck the Venom Out? (Yes, Someone Asked This)

What if Bella Was Sick the Day of the Van Incident?

What if Bella Had Moved to Forks Because Renee and Phil Had Died?

What if Bella Was Super Head Over Heels for Rosalie Instantly?

What if There Was No Parking Lot?

What if Bella Ended Up in a Coma After the James Altercation?

What if James Killed Charlie and Renee in Twilight?

New Moon

What if After New Moon the Cullens Actually Stay Away Then Come Back Later?

What if Bella and Edward had Sex Early New Moon and Bella Became Pregnant? and What if She Didn’t Make it To Volterra?

What if Bella’s Birthday Never Happened?

What if Bella’s Birthday Never Happened II: The Break Uppening

What if Bella Went to the Volturi For Help With Victoria in New Moon?

What if Bella Was Bitten in New Moon When the Cullens Are Gone?

What if Edward Did Stay Away in New Moon and Came Back When Bella Was in College?

What if Bella Didn’t Stop Edward’s Suicide?

What if the Venom in Bella’s System From James Slowly Turned Her Into a Vampire (Presuming the Cullens Remained Absent After New Moon)? Horror Film A-Hoy!

What if Bella Was Turned By Victoria in New Moon, Not Killed by the Wolves, Then Alice Shows Up?

What if Bella Was Bitten By Laurent and the Wolves Found Her?

What if Demetri Decided to Visit During Bella’s Birthday Bash?

What if Jasper Did Bite Bella at the Party?

What if Bella Rejected Edward After New Moon?

What if Carlisle Had to Turn Bella at the Birthday Party?

What if Victoria Had Turned One of Bella’s Friends?

What if Bella Never Went to Italy to Save Edward but Ran into the Volturi Years Later?

What if the Cullens Never Returned and Bella Went to Cornell?

What if Bella Broke a Bone When She Jumped Off the Cliff?

What if Bella Murdered Someone in New Moon to Feed Hallucination Edward?

What if Victoria Had Been in the Meadow Instead?

What if Bella Never Hallucinated Edward?

That Time Bella Had a BDSM Relationship with Jacob Based Only on the Desire to See Hallucination Edward Again

What if Charlie Threw Bella Out After Her Trip to Italy?

What if After Months of Depression and Not Eating Right Bella's Blood Smelled Bad to Edward?

What if Bella Had Been Severely Injured from Jumping off the Cliff?

What if Edward Hadn't Chosen the Worst Way Possible to Break Up with Bella?

What if Bella Hit Her Head in the Woods and Forgot Everything that Had Happened in Canon?

What if Bella Wasn't Depressed Magically in New Moon?

What if Bella Was at Jacob's House After Nearly Drowning/Why Did Edward Kill Himself Anyway?

What if Bella Found the Things Under the Floor Boards?

Eclipse

What if Bella and Carlisle Were the Only Cullen Survivors in Eclipse?

What if Bella Had Stabbed Herself in Eclipse?

What if Bella Had Started Dating Mike Newton in New Moon? (Mike Newton Would Have an Accident When Edward Returned)

What if Bella Suggested a Polycule Between Her, Jacob, and Edward?

What if Bella Narked to Carlisle About the Time Edward Stole Her Car Engine? (Or, Why Bella Doesn't Nark to Carlisle)

Breaking Dawn

What if Bella Fled With Renesmee After Breaking Dawn?

What if Bella Died in Childbirth?

What if Edward and Jacob Had Forcibly Aborted Bella?

What if Bella Lost Control When She Met Charlie in Breaking Dawn? and Would This Make Her a Better Mother and Would Emmett Make Poorly Timed Jokes?

What if Bella Had Eaten Charlie? (Again)

What if Bella Became Pregnant Before the Honeymoon?

What if Bella Miscarried? and What Did Carlisle Think?

What if Bella Somehow Survived Breaking Dawn Human?

What if Bella Woke Up as a Vampire with No Memory?

What if the Vampire Pregnancy Made Bella a Hybrid Instead?

What if Edward and Bella Crash Landed in Antarctica for The Thing in Their Honeymoon?

What if Bella Didn’t Decide Imprinting on Renesmee Was Cool?

What if Edward Broke Bella’s Pelvis in Intercourse?

What if Sex with Edward Made Bella a Vampire?

What if Bella Had Still Been Eating Human Food While Pregnant?

What if Bella Had Gone to Volterra After Turning?

What if Bella Didn't Let Alice Plan the Wedding?

What if Bella Hadn't Gotten Pregnant but Had Gotten a Tropical Disease?

What if Bella Had Insisted on an Abortion? (May Not Have Been an Option, Actually)

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion #master post

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that-girl-cupid · 6 months ago

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open starter

*she was out in the mortal world and suddenly your Hephaestus phone(demigod proof phones, pretend) starts ringing and blowing up from calls from Rosalie, when you finally answer she sounds frantic and scared, rushing all of her words*

@daonedaonlyskh

@this-is-homophobic

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@sleepy-as-a-song

@mortal-champion-of-hestia

@thegroovydaughterofhestia

@love-lightning-forethought

@the-cool-chaos-kid

(as always let me know if you want to me tagged or removed from tags, sorry if I forgot anyone)

#me and the besties #rosalie speaks 🌹#pjo rp #percy jackson rp #pjo #pjo fandom #pjoverse #pjo roleplay #percy jackson roleplay

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cowboybrunch · 7 months ago

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last line tag!

the wonderful @dyrewrites tagged me here <3

slowly but surely making my way through act 3 of botrd, still in Rosalie's POV

Like the moment before a storm, lightning warning of thunder, thunder warning of rain. I can’t keep him. I can’t send him away.

tagging my taglist!

@vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @fortunatetragedy @autism-purgatory @rosesonneptune @cartoonghosts

@whoevenknowswhatimwriting @jev-urisk @dyrewrites (yep, tagging you back! :D )

#tag games #burden of the reluctant death

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jessicanjpa · 10 months ago

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debutante

An excerpt from this chapter of 1950: It's Alice's first time going to school and Emmett is determined to prank her. Edward POV.

Alice's prediction that we were going to high school was, unfortunately, correct. Jasper knew how eager she was to begin going to school with the rest of us, and soon persuaded her that he would be just fine at home with Esme. Carlisle had gotten his coveted research position, but would still be working nights as often as he could manage, so he would also be home in the daytime occasionally.

Rosalie was a little disappointed about not going to college this time around, but she also wanted to be there for Alice's first time. And we all agreed that it should be high school, not college; less sun, a more predictable schedule, and plenty of opportunity for her siblings to remind her to act human. So for the first time ever, there would be four Cullens enrolling all at once— though not as Cullens. We were all Smiths this time around… just in case Jasper had another accident.

"I guess the Hale twins will have to wait," Rosalie sighed as we all sat together in our new living room, filling out our enrollment paperwork. We had found an old fixer-upper smack in the middle of nowhere, a mere fifteen miles from the park. It had a two-mile-long driveway, and the best part: the brief run to the park didn't cross any roads or go near any human settlements. Perfect.

"Let the McCarty twins have a turn, then," Alice said, winking up at Emmett.

I snorted. "It's still a dumb idea. Nobody's going to believe that you two are twins."

"I don't know," Carlisle mused, trying various possible combinations out in his head. "Maybe not twins, but how about biological brother and sister, with Emmett being a year older? And I suppose you could use McCarty if you like; we're a long way from Tennessee."

Alice and Emmett shared a high-five. "What about you two?" Emmett asked Rosalie and me.

"I could be Esme's younger brother again," I offered. "That would help break up the—" Esme cut me off, appearing beside me and kissing me on the cheek.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," she said, slipping her arm through mine. "Just like old times."

"I'll be Rosalie Smith, adopted at age six as usual," Rosalie decided. "Though I want to be the same grade as Emmett this time."

"I'll start as a freshman so I can keep an eye on Alice, and you two can be sophomores," I said reluctantly. "That'll give us the longest possible stay."

"Isn't this exciting?!" Alice squealed, filling out her form at lightning speed and dancing through her visions as she wrote. "I've never been to school before!"

"And you won't be there long, if you don't remember to act human," I warned her. "Starting with your writing speed."

"And walking speed," Rosalie added.

"Even I can tell that you talk too fast," Jasper said. "Slow it down a little."

"And do try not to answer people's questions before they ask them," Esme suggested gently.

"And remember to blink sometimes," Carlisle reminded her. "Shift your position now and then, so you don't look like a statue. And it always helps to—"

"Hey, everyone back off!" Emmett ordered, wrapping a huge arm around a pouting Alice. "I can take care of my little sister without you lot barking orders at her."

"Thank you," Alice said indignantly, tossing her head like Rosalie—though it didn't quite have the same effect, since her hair couldn't flip over her shoulder. Emmett squeezed her shoulders hard, thinking how nice it was to finally have a sister in the cover story.

This is going to be so awesome, he thought, grinning down at her. Let Operation Prank-the-Little-Sister begin!

The school, like the town, was under construction to accommodate the surge in population. There were two other sets of siblings that were new to the school the same week we started, and a good thing, too; with all the construction going on, a few of our classes were out in trailers and the sun seem determined to ruin our first day. Anything that diluted the attention of our peers was welcome.

Alice and I were late to our first class, which was English. The teacher gave us a sharp look as we slipped into two of the empty seats, trying not to draw attention. Which was impossible, because Alice had dressed up for her first day in something she called a poodle skirt, which she had ginsisted everyone else would be wearing. But her visions must have been skipping ahead, because nobody else was wearing one. All the girls near Alice's seat immediately began whispering behind their hands about the strange new girl.

"Slouch a little," I whispered behind my own hand. Alice was looking a little too enthusiastic, especially for first period. She carefully bent forward over her desk, arranging her posture and hands to match those of the students near her. The other girls continued to gossip about her, but that only fueled her excitement; if she had missed the mark in terms of fitting in, well, then she would just have to set a new trend for high school fashion.

I made a mental note to lecture her later about the need to not attract attention. But it turned out all right; by the time the first hour was over, several of the girls had decided to try and find a skirt just like Alice McCarty's. At least she had taken Esme's advice and used some of my old pomade to smooth down her hair into a respectable arrangement.

As the bell rang to end the period, the teacher shouted over its clamor. "One more thing, class! Here's a new book for you all to begin reading tonight. I think you'll all enjoy this one."

"Romeo and Juliet," Alice read aloud, flipping to read the summary on the back. "Ooh, a romance! Have you read this one before, Edward?"

"Only six times," I sighed, staring morosely at the book in my hands. I had agreed to go to high school for Alice's sake, but I was just beginning to remember why I hated it. Earlier this year, I had been a prestigious medical student. Now I was fifteen again, with half-grown girls batting their eyelashes at me. I had to ask permission to use the restroom, for heaven's sake. Not that I needed to, but still. And was it really necessary for every high school English class in the entire North American continent to read Romeo and Juliet?

On the other hand, there was something rather nice about being a carefree adolescent again. Our stay in New England had brought some pleasant memories: my first try at medical school, the addition of Alice and Jasper into our family... but also some painful ones. As I had said to Rosalie, this was the beauty of being immortal: every few years, we were given a chance to move on... to make a new start.

We met up with Rosalie and Emmett at lunch. Rosalie was enjoying her usual initial fame, leaving a line of gaping boys everywhere she walked. Emmett enjoyed the attention she was getting almost as much as she did; he was determined not to touch her for at least a week so the other boys would think they had a chance.

"That's just wrong, Emmett," I whispered from my spot in line behind him. "Kiss her and put them out of their misery."

"No, it's more fun this way!" he insisted. "And this way, I get babes staring at me too. Don't tell me you don't enjoy that at least a little."

"That's easy for you to say," I muttered. "You don't have to hear their thoughts. Do you have any idea what sixteen-year-old girls are capable of thinking these days?"

"So pretend you're going steady with Alice."

I snorted, grabbing a tray. "Somehow, I don't think Jasper would appreciate that."

He shrugged. "Whatever. Oh! Here she comes. Hey, sis, over here!" Alice scampered over to join us in line, barely keeping to human speed.

"Hi, everyone! I was just exploring one of the restrooms. Did you know they have mirrors that are five feet wide?!"

Haha! Watch this, Eddie… "All right, let big brother show you how it's done," he said grandly, handing Alice a tray. He dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper. "Now, the trick is to find the food that has the blandest scent. That way it doesn't taste so bad."

Alice grimaced, surveying the putrid choices in front of her. "But I thought… I didn't know you really ate it."

"Not in college," he said wistfully. "But in high school, they notice if you don't. Especially on the first day. I mean, a few bites is usually enough…" Come on, Eddie, back me up!

I rolled my eyes, but played along. I was her brother too, after all, and this was our only chance to pull one over on her. "Bread is good," I added, selecting a dinner roll and slapping it down on Alice's tray. "Nice and dry. Don't let them give you any butter. Vegetables are a good choice, too. Very natural."

"No!" Emmett whispered excitedly. "Meat. It tastes the closest to blood. Trust me." Alice reluctantly held her tray out, her nose wrinkling as the lunch lady plopped a serving of some wretched meat dish on her plate.

"Alright, now you have to get dessert," Emmett instructed. "It's standard high school procedure to leave most of the real food and eat all the dessert." Alice frowned again but reached for a danish. "No!" Emmett sighed, shoving her hand away. "You're a girl. Girls eat chocolate." He grabbed a dish overflowing with chocolate mousse and put it on her tray. "And milk. Also relatively painless to get down—I mean, we drink animals' bodily fluids all the time, right?"

"But—"

"That's good," he pronounced. He paid for all three of us. We made our way to an empty table and were soon joined by Rosalie.

She frowned, looking at Alice's loaded tray. "What—" Emmett made a cutting motion, and she sat down, rolling her eyes. Emmett began fiddling with his lunch, waiting to see what Alice would take a bite of first. She finally scooped her fork into the meat mixture, which was already funny because she was holding the fork wrong. She raised the foul stuff toward her mouth, but promptly had a vision of Emmett roaring in laughter as she made a horrid face.

"Emmett McCarty!" she hissed. She lowered the fork back to her plate, finally noticing that the rest of us had made different selections, and gave our brother a withering look. He sighed in disappointment.

"Can't blame me for trying," he grumbled, lifting his unopened pint of milk to his lips.

We spent the rest of the lunch teaching Alice all of our strategies for pretend-eating and for making the food look like we had eaten a good half of it. She did try a tiny bite of mousse out of curiosity, and just to be a good sport, Emmett tried one too.

"Not as bad as I thought," he admitted, gouging a bigger spoonful out of the mousse and burying it in the depths of his salad. "Now. It's tradition for new students to stand up and introduce themselves to everyone during lunch because it's the only time we're all together. The girls usually do it, though… "

Alice looked around the lunchroom eagerly, wondering what some of her new peers were like. She pushed back her chair to stand up, but then foresaw a crowd of students staring at her in confusion. She scooted her chair back toward the table, glaring at Emmett.

"Man…" Stupid visions. I'll get her yet.

"Good luck with that, Emmett," I laughed, leaning back and tossing my napkin over my mangled food.

"All right, seriously," Rosalie murmured to me behind a chewing motion. "Any problems?"

I shook my head. "All clear."

"And how are you doing, Alice?" she asked, touching her throat discreetly.

"Fine," Alice chirped.

"Good. I'd like to stay here for a while, if everyone can behave themselves." Rosalie shot Emmett a threatening look.

"I don't know what you mean," he said innocently as he stood up to throw away his uneaten lunch. "Come on, Alice, we have a few minutes before the next period. I'll give you a tour of the bowling alley in the basement."

#Tale of Years teasers #Alice #Emmett #Cullens #Vampires in school #Fanfiction #For the younger crowd: the bowling alley/basement gag is a classic freshman prank from ye olden days

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9firefly9 · 1 year ago

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Pumpkin Carving

The Cullen family + Bella carve pumpkins for Halloween. Bella -because of how clumsy she is- isn’t allowed to carve a pumpkin. Everyone’s worried she’ll hurt herself.

Bella stares with agitation at Edward and Emmet as they hall huge pumpkins from outside into the inside of the large Cullen house. With an annoyed huff she turns back toward the table she’s been instructed to sit at and glares at the knives that were quickly shoved to the other side of the table when she arrived.

Today everyone planned to carve and gut pumpkins for Halloween. Bella was extremely excited to carve a design onto her pumpkin, but the first thing she had been told when she entered the house was to NOT TOUCH THE KNIVES. Apparently she’s “too clumsy” and “will probably hurt herself”. So she had been appointed the job of gutting her pumpkin only. Her least favourite part of making Jack-o lanterns.

So she sits at the table brooding while everyone else goes and fetches the pumpkins giving her an apologetic smiles as they pass her.

After a few moments the pumpkins have all been moved from outside to the big table. Everyone comes back to the table to take their seats. While no one’s looking Bella gets up and reaches for a knife. She’s so close to touching one when suddenly she sees a flash in the corner of her eye. Suddenly Emmet is standing in front of her, holding the knife she was just reaching for away from her. Bella groans as she slumps back into her chair.

“Sorry Bella, but we can’t have you hurting yourself. Your father would try to kill us.” Says apologetically and pushes the knives even farther away from her.

Bella watched Alice skip over to the seat beside her, knife already in hand. Alice grabs a pumpkin from the centre of the table and pulls it closer to her. Then with the speed of a bullet she cuts open the top of her pumpkin and begins digging her hands into it’s guts.

Alice turns to Bella and gives her a playful smile as she wiggles her orange mucky fingers at her. Bella scrunches her nose on disgust and seats Alice’s hands away as Alice threatens to move closer to her.

Bella goes to move out of her seat while giggling at Alice when she hears Carlisle laughing above her. Bella’s gaze quickly snaps up to meet Carlisle’s kind eyes staring at her in amusement.

“Here you go, Bella. I cut the tip for you.” He says with a warm smile, handing her a pumpkin that’s ready to be gutted. She grunts as the pumpkin’s full weight hits her weak arms and she struggles to keep her balance and not topple over. She manages to fling the pumpkin back onto the table and looks over at Alice. Her shoulders drop.

Alice was already done. Her pumpkin was gutted so perfectly that every spot on the inside was as smooth as glass. She had a perfect carving of a gorgeous witch with a large floppy hat. It looked as if there had been no struggle cutting the design. Everything about the pumpkin was perfect.

Bella looked back at her yet to be gutted pumpkin in defeat. She’d never be as perfect as Alice.

In the corner of her eye Bella saw Edward making his way toward her. When he gets close enough he takes a seat on her other side and grabs a pumpkin from the middle of the table. Just like Alice, as quick as lightning, he cuts open the top of his pumpkin. Bella sighs in frustration. She’ll be the last one making her Jack-O lantern. Why did she think this would be fun with a bunch of vampires with super speed?

Bella looks over at Edward and noticed that even though the top of his pumpkin was cut open, he hasn’t begun to gut it. Instead Edward was been looking at Bella expectantly. She looks over and sees that Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie are also staring her.

Looking at them in confusion Bella reaches her hand into her pumpkin and watches as everyone at the table (minus Alice, Jasper and Emmet who were already started/done their pumpkins) began to gut their pumpkins at a slow comfortable pace. Bella’s pace.

Bella feels a smile tug at her lips as she watches the vampires slow

their pace just for her.

After twenty minutes (yes, Bella knows she’s slow) she finished gutting her pumpkin and watched as everyone else scooped up the last guy in their pumpkin.

Edward, Esme, Carlisle and Rosalie grab a knife and begin digging it into their pumpkin. Bella stares longingly at the single knife left unused on the other side of the table. All she wanted was to carve a design into her pumpkin.

Bella hears quiet giggles from across the table and sees Esme pointing at her and Carlisle’s pumpkins as he smiles fondly, nodding his head along with her words.

“Look.” Edward says quietly. Bella turns her head toward him and looks over at his pumpkin. She smiles at him, trying her hardest to hide the sadness in her eyes. “It looks good.” She says as he points at his pumpkin. Edward’s smile drops as a sudden look of guilt crosses over his face.

After a moment of silence he passes his knife over to Bella. “Here. Take it.” He pushes as Bella hesitantly takes the knife from his hand.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to use knives because “it’s too dangerous”. Bella says in a mocking tone.

Edward moves to walk behind her.

“Well, I change my mind now.” He responds.

Suddenly his arms reach around her and he grabs her wrist. “I’ll let you cut the pumpkin but I’m going to help you so you don’t get injured.” He says to her.

Bella feels heat flow through her cheeks. She can feel Edward’s coldness on her back through her shirt and everywhere on her arms where his skin touched. Even though his skin was cold, his touch burned against hers.

Carefully Bella stabbed the knife through the pumpkin and felt Edward’s hand steady hers so the knife didn’t wobble. Slowly he helped move the knife where Bella wanted it.

After around 12 minutes the pumpkin was carved. The two of them walked backwards and admired their (Bella’s) work.

Bella had decided to carve a werewolf into her pumpkin, much to Edward’s annoyance. Even as he tried to stare at the werewolf in disgust, he couldn’t help but feel fondness towards the carving, because it had been Bella that had carved it. (With his help)

Edward looked over at Bella’s happy face and excited eyes and knew that Charlie would kill him if he ever found out he let Bella use a knife, but Edward feels full heartedly that seeing Bella this happy makes it worth it.

#twilight fanfiction #9firefly9 #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fic writing #happy ending #edward cullen #alice cullen #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #twilight #halloween #pumpkin #pumpkin carving

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year ago

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Carlisle and Edward would be so fucking pressed about not being liked. Carlisle has spent his fucking centuries befriend everyone he meets and being a 'good person' and there is not one person who looks at him and doesn't think 'what a *nice* man, he's a doctor, and he adopted all those kids?' until Harry gets there and is just absolute stink eye all the time (also depending on how much Twilight canon you use, Carlisle does some incredibly fucked things)

And Edward has spent the last couple of decades hearing how everyone can't help but swoon in his presence. And firstly he can't even hear Harry, and then Harry isn't instantly smitten like everyone else is (Bella included) it just really throws him off. I mean Harry has had experience with Veelas, he knows what too much perfection looks like (omg the description off Harry's reaction to Veelas in Of capture weapons and lightning bolts was everything, just have to add this here.)

Do you think that Harry would really try to find some magic to help Rosalie get pregnant?

Like if it were before the main Twilight canon Harry would still be incredibly untrusting of both of them but if this was like New Moon or later? Bitemaimkillbitemaim all the time. Constant snide comments to Edward when he was going to leave again, pointedly asking Carlisle who his favorite child of the week is, just full angry little guy all the time.

(He can understand Jasper leaving. Can understand the others leaving too to an extent. He cannot understand claiming to love someone and abandoning them. He didn’t understand it when Remus came to him after Teddy was born. He doesn’t understand it now.

A very very small part of him is still upset with Sirius about it, though he would deny it until his.. well, for the rest of time he supposes now.)

God forbid he comes before New Moon and they still leave. He would hunt Edward around the globe to kick his ass for making Bella sad.

#the elf talks #harry potter #twilight #he’s also be upset with esme but she actually admits to being wrong and apologizes to Bella so like #he wants to her faster

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writer-with-no-home · 7 hours ago

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Honey, I'm taking no orders (I'm gonna be nobody's soldier)

Chapter II

Warnings: Graphic depictions of Violence, Mentions of Rape/Non-con

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 9k

Story Summary:

Alex has never known her real parents. She doesn't want to. The men who raised her were cruel and treated her more like a weapon than a human, and she had barely come out alive. The scar tissue that litters almost every inch of her body, layer upon layer, is all the proof anyone needs. When she wakes to an owl with her Hogwarts letter and the subsequent revelation that she's Rosalie Potter, twin to the boy-who-lived, she begins one of the worst days of her life. Suddenly, the family she does not care for wants her back, the ministry is hell bent on making their wishes a reality, and she is suddenly the most interesting topic in the wizarding world. Alex isn't interested in playing happy family: she's bitter and angry and if years of torture have taught her anything, it's that there is always a way out. She has no interest in yielding to guilt-filled attempts to gain her trust, and quietly counts down the days till Hogwarts begins and she can stay away from anybody remotely associated with the Potter family. Caught between her desire for her old life and the ever looming presence of her biological family, Alex must navigate a world where magic doesn’t ease pain, and blood doesn’t guarantee trust.

Chapter Summary:

“You aren’t under arrest.” He repeated and she smiled at him mockingly, all sharp canines and cruelty. “So I can leave?” She moved to take a step toward the door. “No.” He answered, and she turned her predatory gaze back on him, he shuddered and her grin widened. He was afraid. Good. “Last I checked, that makes me a prisoner.” Her tone was condescending, all kindness had left her now. She was a weapon, and weapons had no care for feelings.

a/n: Hi! I'm in that weird limbo between exam season and the start of the new semester rn, so I have ample free time to write. Comments are always appreciated: let me know what house you think Alex will be in! Enjoy the new chapter!

Chapter II: Alexandria II

The entrance to Diagon Alley was through the Leaky Cauldron, and finding it was a slight hassle. Alex had gotten to London by muggle means simply because she hated apparition, it was not as fun as everyone thought it was, and it made her nauseous.

She found it eventually, nestled between a muggle bookshop and a record store. She walked in, surprised to find that the very famous pub was dark and shabby. It was filled to the brim, the old barkeeper with grey and balding hair, looked exhausted and merry all at once.

There seemed to be a large crowd gathering around one person, she moved forward to the bar, ready to ask for instructions into Diagon Alley, and then she heard a man’s voice.

“Harry Potter, such a pleasure,” Alex turned sharply to see an old, withering man, dressed in expensive clothing shaking a boy's hand vigorously, “such a pleasure.” He repeated before pulling back, due to the glare of Harry's parents.

She looked at Harry, he had sharp features, bright emerald green eyes and messy, curly, black hair. Her eyes moved to his forehead wherein lay a scar that spread over his forehead like lightning. The white of the scar tissue shone against his dark skin. He looked well-fed and cared for. She swallowed the bitterness that rose within her at the thought.

James Potter was identical to Harry, it was no secret as to where Harry got his looks, the same dark hair, same skin colour, same build, same sharp features. The only difference was the eyes – James Potter had soft hazel eyes, and Alex wanted to scream again. She could picture her actual body now, she looked like the man, exactly like him, the only difference was the hair colour and the eyes. Well, and the cacophony of scars that littered her body.

Her eyes were an emerald green, identical to Harry, identical to Lily Potter. Her natural hair was red, but she’d been changing it to black for as long as she could remember, she’d only ever seen the red fleetingly, when she was so hurt her magic didn’t have enough strength to keep her alive and keep the illusions on all at once.

Now though, looking at Lily Potter, with her round features and emerald green eyes and pale skin and freckled face. She knew her own hair was the same shade of flame red, she knew it without a doubt, she had the freckles too, they were covered now, but she knew she had them.

She tore her eyes away from the family, she had vaguely collected information on those around them, and she had no desire to know more. She turned back to the barkeeper.

“Sir, how do I get into Diagon Alley?” She asked, her voice was soft and she could feel several eyes move to look at her, she ignored them.

The barkeeper laughed, “call me Tom, sir makes me feel old.” He stepped out from the bar, “follow me.” Alex followed him, swallowing the bitter comment that he was old. Her anger wasn’t meant for him.

“Where are your parents anyway? Did you get lost?” He asked, leading her to a brick wall and tapping them in an order she instantly memorised.

Alex shook her head, not answering, eyes wide at the view that was in front of her. The bricks had spun away to reveal rows and rows of shops, people running around, it was prettier than she had expected it to be, and completely inundated with magic. She could feel it beneath her feet, all around her, in every crack and crevice of the brick walls, and for a moment she was tempted to take off all the illusions she kept so she could see the power that ran through it.

She was broken out of her thoughts by Tom's laughter, she turned to him, answering his previous question, “I don’t have parents, sir, I’m an orphan.”

He gave an apologetic smile, “still, shouldn’t you have someone with you?”

She shook her head again, “man who takes care of me is working, I know the way and I know how to get money out, I should be fine.” The lie made people frown, but it was the only slightly believable one that would not get her thrown into an orphanage.

Tom nodded, leaving her with a frown, he didn’t seem pleased by her answer. She refrained from rolling her eyes and started walking through Diagon Alley, she had barely made it a metre out before she was stopped by a tall man in a leather jacket.

He looked at her with a grin, sharp features that made her straighten her spine on instinct, his dark hair was less unruly than the Potters, and was shoulder length. He had multiple piercings and tattoos littering his arms, his wand was in a holster in his boot and she was sure she wasn’t supposed to be able to see it.

“I can show you around if you like,” he offered, and she didn’t even have time to shake her head before he continued. “I’m Sirius Black,” he introduced himself needlessly and she swallowed thickly, her back throbbing with the reminder of the last Blacks she had known. “We’re just getting my nephew his wand, we’ve got everything else on the list, we wouldn’t mind showing you around.”

Alex looked at him for a moment, his demeanour was nothing like the other Blacks, and as much as she knew rationally that he wouldn’t hurt her she couldn’t shake the learned fear ingrained in her.

She shook her head, “I’m sorry sir, I’d prefer to go alone.” She side-stepped him, walking at a fast pace and missing the way his face dropped at the answer.

Gringotts was beautiful, tall marble pillars and a glass ceiling that made the sunlight only seem brighter. The goblins seemed pissed to be there, but Alex supposed she would too if she had to serve people who thought she was below them. She did, after all, have some experience in the matter. There were aurors everywhere, littering the walls and peering carefully at every child that walked past. Alex sighed internally, this was not going to be the peaceful shop she wished for.

She was met with the warning on the second pair of doors, silver this time, as opposed to the bronze doors on the front of the building:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

She almost laughed at the warning, if it was true she would not have nearly as many scars as she did. Magical creatures and their ingrained arrogance, it was a trait all magical beings shared, although she doubted the goblins would ever admit they had anything in common with a witch or wizard.

She was bowed in by a pair of goblins into a vast marble hall. There were dozens of goblins sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining jewels and gemstones through magnifying glasses. Alex went up to one of the goblins, he peered at her carefully, not even bothering to mask his disdain, she grinned at him, glad to see his surprise. “I have two keys to vaults, and I would like to see what money is in them, if any.”

The goblin nodded, and Alex stood there awkwardly as he inspected the keys. “I need your name.”

“Alexandria,” she answered, he looked at her, waiting for her last name, “I wasn’t named at birth sir, I don’t have a last name.”

“Well you must have gotten the keys from somewhere, what was the owner’s last name?” The goblin only looked more curious with every answer she gave him, although he hid it well.

“Black.” She answered simply, “at least that’s what they said.”

“I’m acquainted with all the living members of the Black family, I don’t remember you being one of them.” He peered down at her, his expression getting darker with each passing moment, a scowl perfectly aligned on his features.

“That’s because I’m not,” she answered simply, only serving to further vex the goblin. She rocked on her heels slightly, hoping it worked to make people think she was innocent. “They took me in, sir. They died in a hunting accident.” She responded vaguely, leaving out the part where they were hunting werewolves and she was the one to kill them.

The goblin however, seemed to understand the situation quite quickly, rushing away from her, and whispering to another goblin, who then rushed off to presumably do the same. Alex huffed when an auror started stalking towards her, guessing she'd be getting to meet the family sooner than anticipated, but that wasn’t what happened. The auror moved straight past her, going to talk to a different goblin, who she could have sworn shot her a look of appreciation. What for, she had no idea, and she had no desire to find out right now.

Goblin number two had come back only to whisper something in goblin number one’s ear, ignoring Alex completely and leaving promptly after. Goblin number one spoke, more politely this time, “my name is Burgock, your vault numbers are 327 and 459, I will lead you to them.”

Alex nodded, deciding against saying anything, lest she accidentally insult Burgock. She followed him down a narrow path of corridors, down into a cart. The cart itself did not look stable whatsoever, and the glint in Burgock’s eyes told her it was going to be anything less than a smooth ride. Nonetheless, she got in, and was not at all surprised when it felt like she was being hurled off a cliff, her stomach lurched but she was used to things worse than mild discomfort so her body remained stiff and her back straight.

The ride was long enough that she pondered over what to do about the illusions she kept on. She immediately decided against taking off the ones covering her scars, but if anyone asked, she would show, they didn’t need to know how she got them after all. She decided upon changing her hair colour back to its natural red, she’d never worn it like that before but she’d look less like Harry with bright red hair. Not to mention it would mean she’d finally be rid of looking how they had wanted her too.

After a relatively short ride, the cart came to a sudden halt, and Alex relished in the way even Burgock seemed to hurtle forward slightly whilst she remained perfectly in place. She followed him out, noting the scowl on his face had reappeared. She swallowed the laughter that threatened to bubble out of her quickly before she found herself at the bottom of Gringotts with a charred body, courtesy of the dragon she knew they had somewhere.

He led her to a vault, turning the key and then opening it with a fingernail, Alex almost shuddered at the vicious glint in his eyes as he spoke. “If anyone that wasn’t a Gringotts goblin tried that, they would be sucked through the door and trapped there.”

The doors to the vault opened to reveal piles upon piles of galleons, her eyes widened slightly, she’d been poor as dirt, if only she’d gathered the courage to use the money before. She had, after all, been the one who was sold to gain it. She walked through, shovelling piles upon piles of gold into the pouch she had brought with her. The one Mcgonagall had sent was in the pocket on the inside of the jacket she was wearing.

She walked out, and let Burgock close the vault before she spoke, “can I just know how much is in the other vault without having to open it?”

He nodded, “I can have that done right away.” Seeming more polite now that he’d seen how much gold she had access to, and she supposed that was fair, her appearance was slightly raggedy. Although, in her defence, she had received life-altering news today so she was allowed leeway.

He took her in the cart back to the entrance, where he had her wait behind the desk she was originally at before leaving for a moment. He came back with a letter, “vault number 459’s details.” He handed her the letter, and she looked at it for a moment, blinking at what was more money than she had ever seen.

There were millions of galleons in that vault, and suddenly she was a lot less worried about the amount of money she was going to spend today. She didn’t even need to exchange her muggle money for galleons. “And your keys.” She took the keys, putting them in her pouch in a slight daze, nodding at the goblin in thanks.

“May the blood of your enemies flow as freely as your gold.” She knew better than to be rude to a goblin, but this one didn’t seem accustomed to her politeness, blinking for a moment before nodding back at her, not even bothering to hide the surprise in his eyes.

“May your axe stay sharp.” He replied, his voice losing some of the edge, and Alex bowed her head slightly before turning to leave. She felt dozens of eyes on her as she walked out, but she didn’t give them the satisfaction of making her cower.

She made her way to Ollivander’s without a second thought, she’d been anxious to have a wand of her own, the one she’d been using for years was stolen from Gregorovitch and the other two she kept on her belonged to them. They had her make them both, their old ones were destroyed when they bit off more than they could chew. She had hoped, when they first waved the wands, that they would be blown to pieces by the wands rejecting them. Her hope was lost as soon as the first crucio hit her.

She walked into Ollivander’s, ignoring the looks the aurors shot at each other as she walked in alone.

Ollivanders was tiny, tinier than it looked from the outside, although that could have been due to the hundreds of small boxes lining the walls and piled on the floor. The place almost seemed bare apart from the boxes, and a small, rickety desk in the corner, with a spindly chair to match. Alex had expected to find the room bare as she walked in, everyone that couldn’t wait would have come before two in the afternoon, and those who could wait would have arrived later in the week.

However, once again, she was faced with the Potter family, she had hoped they’d be put of there by now, but she had no such luck. They seemed to be following her everywhere. She suppressed a sigh as she noticed them all stop in their tracks to look at her, moving her eyes to Ollivander instead.

He was an old man, with greying hair, although he wasn’t balding. His face was etched with lines that showcased his age and his eyes were wide when they looked upon her. She was slightly unnerved by his wide-eyed gaze, he looked like he thought blinking was a suggestion.

A large colourful bird flying over his head broke her out of her thoughts, her eyes followed the myriad of colours in poorly concealed awe. A phoenix. She held out her left arm, hoping it would land, and when it did she smiled softly, not quite used to smiling in front of strangers, especially ones that were from the Black family. She was still on edge.

She petted the phoenix absentmindedly, marvelling at the softness of the feathers internally as her eyes moved back to Ollivander. He seemed almost as shocked as she was. She looked at him curiously, pointedly ignoring the other people in the room.

Ollivander cleared his throat, “I must say, miss, it’s no small accomplishment you have gained, you have managed to tame a bird that up until now has only managed to bring me ire.”

Alex’s lips twitched, and she tried to ignore the anger that rose in her at the sight of her parents looking proud, as though they had given anything to the accomplishment. As though they hadn’t left her to fend for herself.

“He seems quite nice, though,” she replied eventually, trying not to turn and glare. She refocused the anger, choosing to turn the energy into petting the phoenix, who only preened under the attention. “Aren’t you?” She asked the bird, a small smile fixed in place, the phoenix let out a short song as an answer and Alex chuckled lightly.

“I assure you miss,” he trailed off, looking at her expectantly and she gave an apologetic smile.

“Alexandria, Alex is fine though, I don’t have a last name, not one I’m willing to go by anyway,” she answered, and Ollivander tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking beside her, she knew who he was looking at and so she elaborated, hoping that the guilt would make the Potter’s stay away from her. “I’m an orphan, sir. I wasn’t named before I was dropped off and I was taken in before I was legally named, and they just never did it.”

“Ah well, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he peered at the phoenix, who promptly flew off her arm and onto the desk beside him, he didn’t move to pet it. “I’m assuming you’re here to get your wand.”

Alex nodded, moving forward, “I got my Hogwarts letter this morning.”

“Which arm is your wand arm?” He pulled a tape measure from the desk, and the phoenix glared at him for the noise as a bunch of stacked objects fell.

“Mainly left,” she supplied, trying to stifle her laughter as the phoenix started picking up small objects from Ollivanders desk and pelting them at him.

“Well, hold it up,” he said, ignoring the objects that kept pelting him on the head, eventually the phoenix got sick of his lack of a reaction and stopped, settling for curling up on the desk and going to sleep. She held up her left arm, trying not to wack away the tape measure as it started to measure in all sorts of weird places.

Ollivander had moved away from her, gravitating towards certain boxes, before pulling one out from a stack, taking the wand out once he stood in front of her. Just when she thought she was going to be handed the wand he stopped, tilting his head at an angle as he scanned her carefully.

“That won’t do,” he muttered, placing the wand in the box and dropping it unceremoniously on the desk. Alex was surprised when it didn’t collapse under the weight.

He moved forward again, one long finger reaching out to touch her right eye, tracing the scar she knew was there. They had tried taking out one of her eyes when a wendigo had attacked one of them and almost taken out theirs, and she had failed to stop it. Her magic made sure she could still see through it, but it wasn’t in any way a pretty sight. She shuddered slightly and Ollivander looked at her knowingly.

The scar burned underneath his calloused hand, the fingernail scratching the skin slightly, enough for her to feel her magic crackling beneath her skin, sensing a threat. He moved away then, as if knowing he was dancing on the precipice of a very high cliff.

“You have to take your illusions off, Miss Potter.” She kept her face strategically blank, but nodded, accepting her fate.

��How are you with gore Mr Ollivander?” She asked, not wanting to make him vomit from the horror of her scars even if she felt like throwing him through the wall.

He chuckled lightly, silver eyes sparkling with mirth, “I have been through war, Miss Potter, your scars will pale in comparison to mad-eye Moody’s I assure you.”

She looked at him seriously, “I’ve met him, and they do not, you can ask him next time you go to talk to him.” She didn’t give him time to process the answer, “and I did tell you I don’t have a last name, did I not?” She didn’t glare but her eyes narrowed on him, her hand flexing at her side, wanting to reach for her wand.

She decided against it, turning to the desk, pulling off her gloves and the jacket she was wearing, dropping them on the desk. The phoenix quickly claimed her jacket as its new bed, and she let out a small huff of laughter.

She turned back around, her eyes moving to her mother, scanning her closely for any signs of malice. She didn’t find any. It didn’t make her feel any better. She called the knife in her boot to her hand, closing her hand around the hilt of the dagger without moving her eyes away from her parents. She relished in the surprise on their faces, and the feel of the wood against her palm: she let the blade hover in mid air for a moment, pulling up the sleeves of her button up shirt, before grasping the dagger again.

She kept her eyes on her parents, even as she dragged the blade into her forearm, carving a rune she hadn’t initially been in control of. She traced the rune from memory, never once moving her eyes to look at the blood dripping from her arm onto the floor.

When she was done, the rune glowed slightly, burning itself into her skin, and she could feel the chain reaction, could feel the burning spread across her body as all the others were switched off. Then she could feel the scars appearing, and there were thousands, all piled upon each other, every one reanimating the pain she first felt when she got them. Her face didn’t so much as twitch.

The eye was the worst of the pain, it felt worse than a crucio, her head feeling as though it was going to explode from the pain, She could feel her eyes watering slightly and she blinked back the tears quickly. She could see the strings of magic and immediately closed her right eye to avoid the incoming headache.

Lily Potter was covering her mouth, looking like she was going to cry but was trying not to for her son’s sake. She was leaning into her husband, who looked equally as horrified. Good, she thought, let them know what their actions wrought. She looked at Harry, he was angry, glowering at her, and she almost scoffed, how was any of this her fault? They didn’t have to stay.

She turned her eyes to Ollivander, and he looked horrified, although he did try masking it, she felt a sick kind of satisfaction at being right. It didn’t last. He looked at her for a moment, before grabbing the wand he previously placed down, “Blackthorn and unicorn hair. Eleven inches. Supple. Try –”

Alex had barely managed to take the wand in her hand before it was being torn back out and replaced with another. “No, no – here, ash and dragon heartstring. Ten inches. Quite whippy.”

Again, she took it in her hand, she could feel the magic in the wand, but it felt like the other, she had barely raised it when Ollivander snatched it back, getting her another. This process repeated so many times Alex thought she should have left it till last, it was taking quite some time. The pile of boxes on the desk, the chair and around her grew and grew, she had expected Ollivander to get annoyed, or at the very least frustrated, but he seemed to get more excited with every failed match.

“You and your brother both seem to be very tricky customers,” she ignored his comment about her brother, wanting to put the illusions back on, but the rune was still burning on her skin, and her magic was protesting against it ever being activated again. “Don’t worry, Miss Potter, I shall find your match eventually, even if we have to be here until it gets dark.”

“I’d prefer to get my other things too, Mr Ollivander,” she answered, her voice tight at the way he chose to address her. He waved his hand with a smile.

He picked the next wand with the utmost care, walking around the boxes longer than he had since she walked in, her hand twitched, she could feel something calling to her.

“I wonder,” he picked a box off the shelf, it was absolutely caked in dust and Alex was immediately intrigued. She promised herself that if it wasn’t this wand she would walk out and come back another time. She hated being met with the reminder of the life she could have had.

“What do you know about wand woods, Miss Potter?” He asked, and she had to stop her eye from twitching at the name.

“I know the basics, I know how to harvest wand wood and each one's properties, both alone and paired with the traits of its wielder.” She kept her voice flat, her back straight, the aurors had turned around to look at her curiously, probably wondering why the other family hadn’t left. She watched as more of them joined the two that were standing out there when she entered. Seething internally, she turned her eyes back to Ollivander, who was looking at her in surprise, not even bothering to hide it.

“And where, may I ask, did you come to learn these things?” He moved closer to her, eyes glowing in the dark room, a dusty box in his hands. Alex wanted to tear the box out of his hands in her impatience, but she knew how to control her temper when she needed to.

She shrugged, acting nonchalant, “the people who raised me made sure I knew.” It was a vague answer, and would do little to satisfy Ollivander’s curiosity, but she cared little for that right now. Her mind was flicking with images of the torture she endured when she got something wrong, and she worked to suppress a full body shiver at the memory. She could still taste the copper on her tongue.

Ollivander didn’t ask anymore questions. “Try this,” he pulled a wand from the box, a cloud of dust covering the air as he lifted the lid. The others in the room immediately started coughing, as did Ollivander himself, but Alex simply blinked a few times, not a single spasm going through her body.

He finally handed her the wand once he was done coughing, and even before Alex had touched the wand, she knew it was hers, it was pulling on her magic, calling to her. She took it carefully, not expecting the warmth that spread from her fingertips to all through her body. She felt the magic that had faithfully kept her alive for years tingling, waiting. She could feel it just beneath her skin, like she did when she was an inch away from death, or angry enough to burn an entire country to the ground.

She brought the wand up, bringing it swishing down in a gesture she knew was not definitive of any spell. She could feel the magic leaving her through the wand, the wand crackling with an energy that she knew to be hers. The room exploded with an array of colours and Alex could make out a picture of a thestral and an abraxan amongst the myriad of colours. Ollivanders was drowning in light, her magic exploding all over the place, she had managed to knock down quite a few shelves, but when looking at Ollivander he looked as though he’d seen the second coming of Merlin right in front of him.

He clapped, and Alex blinked in surprise. “Oh Bravo!” He exclaimed, moving to take the wand off her, she let him. “That was an incredibly impressive display of magic, Miss Potter.” His silver eyes didn’t move off her own emerald ones even as he moved to wrap it in brown paper. She fixed her clothing as he did, returning it back to its original, slightly scruffy, state.

“What is it?” He looked at her surprised, “you never said what wand it was.” She elaborated and he laughed, his smile wide, almost splitting his face in two.

“Your wand is quite peculiar Miss Potter, made from two types of wand woods, and so it is incredibly rare. I am lucky as a wand maker to have come across more than one wand with this feature.” He seemed incredibly happy as he spoke, she supposed she would be too, waiting for decades for a wand to find its match must be exhausting.

The wands she crafted had yet to find their true match, maybe she could give them to Ollivander. Although his insistence on calling her Miss Potter was certainly lowering the chances of that.

“Your wand is made of Aspen and Alder, the core is a tail hair of a thestral. I have made very few wands with the core. And I am one of the very few wandmakers to try, after all a thestral hair paired with the wrong wand makes for a terrible combination.” His voice dropped to a serious tone, almost a warning, before he continued.

Alex almost laughed at the needless warning: even she wasn’t curious enough to make wands with thestral hair, it was notoriously volatile when paired with wand wood of any sort. Having it not explode just for being in the vicinity of wandwood was quite the accomplishment. “Suited for charmwork, duelling and non-verbal spellwork. I’m sure you’ll do exceptionally well, with a wand like yours. It has taken me over half a century to find its match.”

Alex nodded in appreciation, filing away the information for later. “Do you have any wand holsters?”

“I do. For your wrist?” Alex nodded, trying to ignore the fact that James Potter was moving forward, he stood beside her, an inch behind when Ollivander spoke again. “There are ones with spells to make them last longer and remain concealed, they also have anti-theft charms in place, just in case.”

She nodded, “I’ll take two of the wrist ones, and two for my ankles if you have them." She knew he did, but she didn’t want this conversation to last any longer than it had to, far too eager to get out of this bloody shop. “I’ll take whatever ones you recommend, in black.” She said, before he could even get the question out, he nodded, waving his wand and packing the object’s he’d conjured.

“27 galleons,” Alex nodded, hand moving to the inside of her jacket, to pull out the pouch Mcgonagall had sent. A larger hand caught her own, she looked up to meet hazel eyes, she refrained from glaring at the man, moving her hand out of his grasp.

“Would you let me pay?” He asked softly, his voice was kinder than she ever imagined her parents being, nothing like the monster he had been in her mind for years.

She pushed away the harsh words that had sprung to mind, “No. I can handle myself. I’ve been doing it for years.” Without your help.

He flinched at the insinuation, looking at her pleadingly, “please? I can explain after, and if it’s not good enough, you can pay me back.” She didn’t ask him what he meant to explain, the list ran far too long but the first question would always be why they left her at the orphanage and clearly, he knew that.

She held his gaze for a long time, it seemed like a fair exchange, and she would have to go with them anyway, she might as well do it on her own terms. She nodded, albeit begrudgingly, just because it made sense didn’t mean she would like it.

James Potter brightened immediately, giving Ollivander the galleons, and Alex took her things, placing them carefully in her shoulder bag. They were the most expensive things she’d ever paid for. She could get some books from the school cupboards, she was sure they’d have some lying around, and hopefully she could make some robes. She didn’t quite feel comfortable using the blood money unless she absolutely needed to, and she didn’t need to yet.

She looked up at the man, he looked far too happy at the circumstances, but when he turned to walk out the door, his entourage followed him, and she followed them, working not to drag her feet and curse the gods for giving her one horror after another.

They ended up outside the shop eventually, the aurors outside waiting for the Potter family. Whilst they stood, Alex had to work not to laugh at the difference between her and her brother. The differences were night and day: he was carefree and childish, he felt things freely without fear of punishment and unlike her, his clothes were well kept and perfectly tailored for him. His robes fit perfectly and were made of expensive fabric, the gold thread used to stitch his name on the right side only made the bitterness Alex had worked to squash flare up again.

She turned at the sound of someone clearing their throat, “what about your…” Sirius Black trailed off, and gestured vaguely to her face, Alex ignored the feeling of a thousand blades digging into her back as he spoke.

“If anyone is bothered, that is on them,” she answered, working to keep any and all emotion out of her voice, her tone and pitch flat, perfectly even, never wavering once. The accent was the most difficult when she was filled with enough anger to tear apart the entire country, but she managed to keep her accent English and fairly vague in terms of social class. A win, as far as she was concerned.

Mr. Black cleared his throat again, and his younger brother peered at her carefully, they were almost identical, she noted, but she knew everything about the Black family tree, how it linked into other families, how old each of the members were, how old the previous generation had been when they died, what they died of. If there was anything non-violent she was an expert in, it was the Black family tree, and so she knew the slightly less lean of the two boys was Regulus Arcturus Black, born June 25th, 1961, two years younger than Sirius Orion Black, the heir to the Black family, born November 3rd, 1959.

She moved her eyes around the group, applying the information she had long since memorised to their now aged faces: she noted that Narcissa Black Malfoy was nowhere to be found, and neither was her child or husband. The heir shifted slightly and she looked at him blankly, waiting for him to say something. She had only been staring for five seconds when his brother spoke, “so you aren’t going to put the illusions back on?” He asked, and Alex noted he emphasised the word illusions as though he did not quite know what type of magic he was referring to.

Alex hummed noncommittally, her arm was still burning, her magic protesting against the very thought, she made up her mind. “Not for now, I will cover the scars once I get to Hogwarts.” She kept her answers short. She could feel dozens of eyes on her, families joining the one she had left with, hushed conversations taking place. Alex could hear them, but even if she had been unable to, it was no surprise that they were talking about her.

“Who raised you?” It was Walburga Black who spoke this time, her eyes were different to her sons and her husband: a sparkling blue instead of a stormy grey, and Alex silently praised the Gods for at least one Black who did not remind her of the ones who raised her. Walburga’s voice was soft, her eyes questioning, searching for an answer, Alex worked not to tense her muscles further.

“They’re dead now.” She answered flatly, making sure to keep eye contact with the woman, she wanted to smirk when the woman shifted in discomfort.

However, when she had expected further questioning or a reprimand on her standoffish behaviour, all she received was a curt, “good.” Walburga Black seemed pleased with her answer, even with the lack of detail it had provided.

“Nice to meet you, dear.” A redheaded woman greets her, with a family of freckled redheads behind her, Weasley, her mind provides. A pureblooded family, one of the sacred twenty-eight but not one that prided themselves on blood purity. The woman is slightly plump, with kind features and a smile that takes some of the threat she poses away.

Alex nods stiffly, not quite sure what to do when faced with someone she doesn’t know and doesn’t pose even the slightest threat. “This is the Weasley family,” Lily Potter supplies, and Alex nods again.

“Molly and Arthur Weasley,” she starts to recite, before pausing to look at them for a moment, moving her eyes to their children, noting two of them are missing. “William and Charles are not here, or should I say Bill and Charlie?” She keeps her tone even and her face blank but the taunt is clear, it hangs in the air as she continues.

“Percival, or Percy,” she nods her head toward him and he blinks in shock, she resists the urge to open her other eye, to see the magic trailing between the family, to see how much they have, how much of a threat they could be.

“Fred and George,” she scans them carefully, noting they were identical in everything but the way they stood, one of them stood leaning to the right, as opposed to standing evenly. She’d have to figure out which one.

“Actually,” the one who stood straight interrupted her, “I’m George and he’s Fred.” He pointed at his twin, Alex trailed her eyes across his face. He’s lying, her mind whispered and so she simply blinked, not bothering to shake her head. She trusted the years of torture, as horrible as they had been, she could not deny that they had yielded results.

“No you’re Fred,” she corrected, not bothering to amuse them, the twins looked at her, not even bothering to conceal their shock. “He’s George.” She pointed to the other one, “and then there’s Ronald, and the last twins, Ginevra and Genevieve.”

The last girl was only a year younger, but as Alex’s birthday had yet to pass, so they were the same age, but it wasn’t any of this that drew Alex’s attention. It was the knowing look in her eyes, the demeanour that suggested this girl knew far too much about her despite having only met her mere moments ago. She moved her eyes away, feeling unnerved and on edge in a way she had never been.

She met Lily Potter’s eyes, and the woman looked almost as distraught as she had when Alex had taken off the disguise, showcasing her eyes. “Nice to meet you,” Alex turned her eyes back to Genevieve, who seemingly did not like it when she was turned away from her, and nodded. “How did you lose your eye?”

Alex turned back, scanning the girl, she seemed older than she was, more mature for her age, Alex opened her right eye, regretting it almost immediately. The myriad of colours was blinding and she could feel a headache forming already, but the sight was gorgeous, almost like a painting of lines binding everyone around her together. In half a second of opening her eye she learned exactly why this girl had her on edge. She was a seer.

Alex closed her right eye again, she could feel the headache slowly getting worse, the dull pain behind her scarred eye, the stinging on her forearm only getting worse as she thought about covering the scars up again.

“Somebody took it out with a knife,” she answered simply, and the look on Genevieve’s face almost made her grin, it was clear the girl was unnerved and Alex relished in the fact that she could surprise even a seer.

“Did it hurt?” It was Harry who asked, and Alex turned her sharp gaze towards the child they had chosen to keep.

“Yes,” she was tempted to ask if he would like to find out but she swallowed the comment as soon as it rose. He was a child, he had as much say in being kept as she did in being abandoned. She turned her eyes back to Harry’s parents, “get on with the explanation then.”

“That’s rude,” Ronald commented and Alex looked at him flatly.

“So is being abandoned and then finding out they kept your twin brother,” she narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenched slightly. “Shut your mouth when things don't concern you.”

She turned back to the parents who were staring at her like kicked puppies, she fought the urge to laugh at the pathetic action. How dare they look at her like that when they had wronged her? She swallowed her anger, even as she felt it burning through her body, her magic crackling at her fingertips.

She looked at them expectantly, not moving her gaze even as she heard a sharp crack cut through the air, “I want answers, considering I’m going to be forced to live with you, I’d say I’m owed them.”

“Dear,” a soft voice echoed from behind her, a hand moving to touch her shoulder. Alex caught it as soon as it touched her, twisting the arm of the person who dared to lay a hand on her. She turned to see Andromeda Black, her face twisted in pain, Alex let go of her wrist.

“I’m sorry,” and she was, she promised herself she wouldn’t hurt an innocent person without cause. “You should refrain from touching me,” she offered, “I do not know you well enough.”

Andromeda nodded, offering her a smile, Alex held out her hand and Andromeda held her arm out, albeit with an expression of confusion. Alex healed her quickly, she could feel the magic on this woman easily, as nobody here had been trained on how to hide it, finding the strands that could help her get rid of the injury was easier than usual, Andromeda Black was exceptionally suited to healing magic.

“Thank you,” she smiled, and Alex was confused at the lack of fear or apprehension on her face, “you’ll have to teach me how to do that.” Alex thought of how she learned, blood dripping from her back, a body so weak she could barely keep her eyes open, broken limbs and ribs, she thought of the full-bodied fear she had felt.

“I don’t think you want me to teach you the same way I was taught.” She answered flatly, and before she could catch the pity that found itself in Andromeda’s eyes, her eyes caught the cracked pavement. Her magic had lashed out. She straightened her back, she knew she’d pay for that later, their niceness was a lie, she would still have an eye if it wasn’t.

Still, they were Gryffindors, and their punishments would pale in comparison to the one’s she was used to, she turned her gaze back to them, cold and unfeeling. “I want my explanation.”

“You need to accompany them to the ministry first,” Remus Lupin said, it was the first Alex had heard him talk directly to her, and she fought the urge to throw a knife at the werewolf. She was adept at hunting, and she had started with werewolves. Kill or be killed, weapon. Which is it? The cruel voice rang through her mind, and her hand longed for the dozens of silver daggers she kept on her.

“I don’t need to do anything, wolf.” She looked him straight in the eyes, she could see his surprise quickly turn to fear. Good. “If you want to make me, you can try, but I can tell you I’ve faced worse than a werewolf who cannot shift upon will.”

Lily Potter cut through, “the ministry-”

“Are doing this to avoid public scrutiny, which they won’t have to do if you’re all dead.” She looked the woman straight in the eyes, “there are many ways to avoid this situation, they are simply gruesome, and you were expecting a child. It is the biggest mistake you have made since beginning this entire PR stunt.”

“You won’t be able to go to Hogwarts otherwise.” James Potter said, trying to bargain with her, it was a foolish bargain, she scoffed.

“I didn’t ever expect to,” she answered honestly, “they took my eye out, you think they would have let me attend a school?” She chuckled then, the sound bitter and cruel, “and why would I want to go somewhere where I could only exist in the shadow of the child you chose to keep?”

The couple flinched, and she wanted to continue, to hurt them just as they had hurt her, she was interrupted by a band of aurors. “You need to come with us.” Kingsley Shacklebolt said, his voice deep and gruff.

She waved her hand, sending the aurors that had circled her flying back. “I’ll come with you so long as you don’t try touching me, Shacklebolt.”

He got up, as did the others, circling her once again. “I know my rights, why do I need to come with you?”

“To talk over the matter of your guardianship,” Shacklebolt answered, and Alex raised a brow.

“I have guardians, my biological parents left me at an orphanage, therefore resigning any rights they had to me. What is there to talk about?” She answered, she thanked the cruel men who raised her for making her memorise every inch of the law, both magical and otherwise.

“Where are they?” Lily Potter asked, and Alex could hear the confrontational tone in her voice, the accusation only made Alex more angry.

“I asked them not to come, and they’re working.” She answered, not bothering to keep the anger out of her voice this time, she spat the words as though they were acid in her mouth.

“You still need to come with us, Rosalie.” Shacklebolt looked slightly regretful now but Alex simply glared at him, her back straightened, the mask of impassiveness fell back into place. She could leave, but she’d have to face this eventually, and she still wasn’t done shopping so eventually would still be before she got to Hogwarts.

She nodded, not saying a word, “you have to hold onto my arm so I can take you to the ministry.” A blonde woman said, her face was round, her features kind, Alex nodded again, taking the arm that was offered. Amelia Bones was no threat to her.

Apparating was as uncomfortable as it always was, the Potters and their group had apparated with her, they were standing in an empty room, it had chairs and a large table but no one new was present. Alex flexed her hand slightly to rid herself of the sickly feeling that came with apparition, the other children obviously weren’t nearly as used to apparition as she was. Harry was kneeling over on the floor, heaving, and so were the younger of the Weasleys, barring Genevieve.

Percival stood quietly as his mother cleaned up the vomit and made sure her children were okay, George and Fred were laughing at their brother's misery, until Genevieve pointed out their slightly pale complexions.

Lily Potter cleaned up Harry, caressing his face and smoothing his hair. Alex turned to look at Amelia Bones, who smiled softly at her, the pity was evident in her eyes, Alex was far too familiar with the emotion today.

“Shall we all take seats?” Kingsley’s voice was booming, and everyone clambered into their seats, Alex remained standing. He turned his brown eyes to her emerald green ones, she stared at him unbothered, almost smiling at the small sigh from Amelia Bones. “Are you going to take a seat?”

Alex stared at him and he sighed, “Miss Potter–” Alex raised her brow at him, her gaze going from impassive to furious in a split second, he went flying back into the wall, his chair clattering to the floor.

He got up from the floor, picking up his chair, his chest rising heavily with each breath, he met her eyes again, and she simply stared back, her mask back in place. He sighed again, “would you please take a seat?”

She stared at him for a moment, watching him shift uncomfortably in his chair, preparing to be thrown into the wall again. “I’ll take a seat once I make my call.”

Kingsley furrowed his brows slightly, “you are not under arrest Miss-” he stopped there, clearly remembering what happened the last time he called her a Potter.

She took a step forward, “then why on earth were the aurors sent to grab me, and why did I not have a choice about coming in? I want a lawyer, and my call.” Her voice was sharp and demanding, he sighed again.

“You aren’t under arrest.” He repeated and she smiled at him mockingly, all sharp canines and cruelty.

“So I can leave?” She moved to take a step toward the door.

“No.” He answered, and she turned her predatory gaze back on him, he shuddered and her grin widened. He was afraid. Good.

“Last I checked, that makes me a prisoner.” Her tone was condescending, all kindness had left her now. She was a weapon, and weapons had no care for feelings.

“Would you please take a seat?” She met his defeated gaze, the grin slipped back into an impassive mask, though her eyes still glittered with cruelty. She put a hand on the back of the chair, and waited for the relief in his eyes, waited for his muscles to relax, then she threw it right beside his head. It hit the wall, cracking it.

“You missed,” George commented, and Genevieve elbowed him, she turned her gaze to him, delighting in the way he shrunk slightly.

“He’s no use to me dead.” Her cold voice made him shrink further into the chair, and her eyes moved back to Kingsley. “My call, Shacklebolt, and a lawyer.”

“He can’t give you either, kid.” Amelia Bones’ voice was softer, no order in her words but they made Alex burn with anger either way. She turned her gaze to the woman, who, despite the wariness evident in her eyes, refused to back down.

She chuckled, stretching her arm out and letting the chair fly into her waiting palm without moving her eyes away from Amelia Bones’. She placed the chair down, pulling it back and turning to take a seat, she called the dagger into her hands once more, dragging the blade across her left forearm this time, a different rune being traced. Once it was traced, she put away the blade without a word and turned her eyes back to Shacklebolt.

He cleared his throat nervously, clearly wondering what exactly she had just done, but far too scared to ask. “By Ministry decree, you have been placed under the care of Lily and James Potter, you will have to legally abide by this decree by moving yourself into their house until the age of 18.”

He looked at her, waiting for a reaction, but she didn’t say a word, and when a roar so loud it shook the walls rang through the ministry, he moved his eyes to her sparkling ones in fear. She crossed her legs, moving to sit comfortably in her chair, the door was torn off its hinges.

Jason walked in, his hair falling down to his shoulders, scars littering his body, eyes glowing a dangerous shade of blue, his canines retracted at the sight of her, safe and unharmed. “Pat said she’s gonna kill everyone if you don’t come back with me to at the very least get your things.”

Alex looked at him softly, and he grinned further, “oh and I brought you a lawyer.” The lawyer in question was Lucas, his hair was a light brown, cut short, his light blue eyes shone in amusement at Jason. He was wearing an expensive suit, no doubt given to him by Felix.

Alex rolled her eyes, “I know who Lucas is, Jace.”

“Can I see the ministry decree?” Alex made the piece of paper fly into her palm before Kingsley could even reply, she handed the paper to Lucas, who read over it quietly. She waited a moment, scanning his face as he read the decree, the twitch in his brow, and the fact that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek were clear indicators that she was not going to like his answer.

He looked up from the paper after a while, his eyes shining with a silent apology, “Good or bad news first?”

“Bad,” she replied instantly, she’d rather not get her hopes up.

“Because the wizarding world isn’t fond of werewolves, I can’t fight this upon the condition that Felix is already your legal guardian.” His voice was soft, his mouth turned down into a slight frown, “the good news is that this technically doesn’t come into play until you’re eleven so you’ve got a month before anything in this is required.”

He smiled, “the even better news is that if I can’t fight it based on Pat being your guardian because she’s non-magical, you only have to stay with them for six weeks every year, it says nothing about requiring you to be present for holidays.”

“I suppose I can deal with that,” she took the contract and duplicated it, signing the one she left on the table and giving the copy back to Lucas.

“The even better news is that we get to kill them if they hurt you and their magic doesn’t work against me or Felix,” Jason answered, his mouth turned into a grin, his posture welcoming but his words a threat.

“Magic works against werewolves,” Lupin commented and Jason grinned turning to Alex.

“They’re blood moon wolves, their transition is not completely controlled by the moon, they can shift at will, and can control their wolves, one of the perks is that magic doesn’t work on them in any form. You’re only slightly resistant as a normal werewolf, but blood moon wolves are completely resistant.” She answered calmly, getting up from her chair, throwing a bag of galleons back to James Potter, twenty-seven galleons exactly. “I’ll see you on July 31st. Until then, rot in hell.” She waved her hand, and then she was standing back in her apartment.

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