#title tales

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Title Tales:

wish that you had thought this through (before i went and fell in love with you)

Unrequited James Potter/Lily Evans, James Potter/Sophia Corbyn (OFC).

In the end, Miss Lily Evans only has herself to blame. After all, she's the one who didn't realize that Heir James Potter stopped asking her on Courtship Dates when he spoke to her. She's the one who ended up falling in love with him after he fell out of love with her, as proven by the sight of the pretty, little Hufflepuff witch hanging off his arm, leaning against his side, smiling at him as if he's loved.

[falconhonour]

TTAG

La pire des bénédictions; La plus belle des malédictions

Ik Ik it’s in French but I have been chokeholds by arcane so apologies me

Well, it took me a while to get around to Google translating this, but now that I have..

Merope Gaunt genfic.

On New Year's Eve 1926, Merope Gaunt lies in a bed of blood and watches a strange woman swaddle her newborn child. She knows she won't survive the night. But she doesn't mind. All she wants is for Tom to live the life she never did.

[elenscaie]

Title Tales, please! 😊

forgiveness (is for the weak)

So... This clearly went out of control 😆 Oops? (Except not really oops~) In any case, here you go. Enjoy!

Miss Nia-Marriash Lahazhr is a commoner girl of no consequence. Her Imperial Wrath, Empress Amileen ran Zahashenie, could not care less.

She certainly does not care now.

Amileen's afternoon outing in one of the demonic towns located on the leftwise side of the homeworld, situated on a planet populated with more demons than humans and more of other species than demons, has come to an ugly conclusion.

The girl kneels before her. A dagger, its long length gleaming full of pure white angel-grace on one side and glowing a poisonous green-black with terrafin on the other, sticks out of her chest.

The assassin, their task thwarted to failure, is fleeing.

Amileen will not allow for them to get away.

The girl's eyes are struggling to stay bright. Likely, the only reason Miss Nia-Marriash Lahazhr is yet alive is for the terrafin imbued in the blade. A full angel-grace blade would have killed her on the spot. Killed any demon so young, and the girl cannot be any older than thirteen, perhaps fourteen. Terrafin, so loathed a substance for how it is truly fatal to Necromancers, would yet not have killed Amileen given her status as Empress, but, still so near to her nascent ascension to the throne and the power that accompanies such, she would have suffered all the same.

It would not have spelled Amileen's death, but that's beside the point. What is important is that this little slip of a demon saw fit to risk her very life in service of her Empress. Not a knight, not a soldier, not a demon of an upper echeleon and so possessed of enough power to see them safe and secure from such ills, not even a demon so fortunate to be of an age where such an attack would not wound them terribly so. No, none of that.

Just a little slip of a demon scarcely into her teenage years.

And yet, so brave.

So very, very brave.

Such bravery and service is to be rewarded.

Her Imperial Wrath, Empress Amileen ran Zahashenie, curls her fingers even as she kneels before the girl in turn. Then, her fingers go flicking away, and those demons nearest the assassin find their bodies moving of their own accord, absent any mental input, attacking the assassin and bringing them down before they can try once more to vanish into mere wisps of smoke and shadow.

Impossibly, the girl succeeds at a smile. "Are you all right, Your Majesty?" Red-black blood spills forth from her lips. It hisses and steams as it hits the shining obsidian paving. But of course, the girl's body must be going into overdrive, alerted into offense in the face of such danger and injury. Acidic blood is, after all, common as dirt among demons, and not only those of Wrath.

Amileen stares straight into the soft red eyes of her newest knight—she will allow for no less than complete and utter recognition and reward for what has been done here this day—and says in a voice implacable with determination-love-possessiveness: "Yes, I am, but only because of the unmatched bravery and service you have shown me here today, my dearest brave knight."

Miss Nia-Marriash Lahazhr—Dame Nia-Marriash Lahazhr from this moment on—stares at her in utter hope-awe. Her eyes shine like scalding-hot coals. "Your Majesty," she rasps out, tears trickling down her cheeks, even as Amileen envelops her in darkness and power and mine-all-mine.

Amileen, for her part, glares a deadly rage as the crowd parts and the would-be assassin is dragged to the fore and shoved into kneeling onto the hard obsidian paving.

"You dared to harm my knight", she says, a snarl ripping through her every word. Reluctantly, she rises, cradling Nia-Marriash into a standing position alongside her, drawing a cape of shadow and blood and bone out from the aether to mantle her nascent knight from shoulder to ankle. "You dared to touch what is mine." Her next words emerge layered in a legion of cruel, wrathful voices. "You dared to go against your Empress."

The assassin only snarls, sharp teeth bared in full, and snaps, "Better a dead Empress than a false one!"

Amileen's rage rises into a height untold. Her tail, sharp scythe-end sheathed within the meat of her ankle—she's had no reason to have it out in the open until now—lashes into sight as all glistening lethality and gouges out a deep red-black scar across the wretch's eyes.

At once, she shrieks, hideously and miserably, hands flying to clutch at her ruined eyes, for the ability intrinsic to all Wrath demons that allows for them to take pain and turn it into further strength is all of nothing in the face of Amileen's desire for the wretch to suffer.

But this? This is nothing. This is no punishment at all. For even Unmaking this wretch into oblivion will not suffice. No, she shall suffer for as long as Amileen wills it.

Oh, but she will suffer forever.

For Her Imperial Wrath, Empress Amileen ran Zahashenie, will allow for nothing else.

Her eyes, alive with an inferno of unrelenting rage, fall upon her newest and youngest knight. Her grip tightens just shy of bruising.

Mine.

[darkcoffeandsmoke]

Relatos para la Luna

Monstruos, by Lexy

Desde que somos pequeños nos describen a los monstruos como criaturas de aspecto horrible, seres gigantes con garras y dientes afilados, quizá con grandes cuernos y de aspecto atemorizante, son los seres que nos persiguen en nuestras peores pesadillas, con los que nos asustan para que nos portemos bien y por los que buscamos consuelo en los brazos de nuestros padres, pero a medida que vamos creciendo y dejando a atrás la inocencia de nuestra infancia nos damos cuenta de que en realidad los monstruos no son estos seres fantasiosos que nos persiguen en sueños sino que convivimos con ellos día a día, lucen igual a nosotros, en vez de grandes garras y dientes afilados tiene palabras que cortan en los más profundo de nuestro ser que sin necesidad de dejar una marca física nos dejan heridas casi incurables, con sus gritos, insultos, señalando los defectos de los que más conscientes somos, dejando de tras de sí un rastro de inseguridad, sueños rotos, lágrimas y dolor, creando miedos que nos acompañaran para siempre, haciéndonos sentir insuficientes, como fracasos, como si no fuéramos dignos de amor o atención, una pedida de tiempo. Creando culpa, con sus lágrimas falsas y palabras vacías, asegurando que nos aman, que se preocupan, que nos cuidan y asegurando que no vemos lo que hacen por nosotros poniéndose a ellos mismos como los heridos.

Los monstruos en son reales, se ven como nosotros, hablan como nosotros, actúan como nosotros, viven con nosotros y a muchos de ellos los llamamos mamá y papá.

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Tales for the Moon

Monsters. By Lexy

Since we were kids monsters has been described to us like horrible looking creatures, creatures with large claws and sharp theet maybe with big horns, scary looking creatures, these are the beings we run from in our worst nightmares, They are the ones with whom we are scared to behave well and for which we seek comfort in the arms of our parents, but as we grow and left behind the innocence of our childhood we realice that monsters aren't those fantástic beings of we run from in our dreams, but we live with there day to day, they look exactly like us, instead of big claws and sharp theet's they have words to cut in the deep of our souls whiouth need to left scars they left us almost incurable wounds with their yells and abusive words pointing out the flawles of which we are most aware, leaving behind of there a trace of insecurity, broken dreams, pain, weeping and tears. Creating fears who live with us forever making us feel insufficient like failures, as if we were not worthy of love and attention, just a waste of time, but also making us feel guilty with their fake tears empty words, making us belive that they love us, their care about us, they take care us, and that we dont see all the thing they do for us, tying us for that feeling of guilt putting them as the víctims.

The monsters are real, they look like us, talk like us, act like us, live with us and a many of them we call Mom and Dad.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory!

Damn i missed FSF but on a Thursday, either way for Title Tales - Well, I won't let you tempt them, they are mine to protect.

Hi Nate!

Potter family genfic, Dorea Potter & James Potter & Female Severus Snape.

Lady Dorea Potter has always been considered "exceptionally overprotective". Now that her only living son is Twinned with a scrawny, neglected Slytherin witch, everyone will learn precisely how violent she intends to be in her protection of her new daughter.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Title Tales!

“I’d set fire to the world for you (even if I’d have to inhale the smoke)”

Blaise Zabini/Harry Potter for this one!

Heir Harry Potter doesn't understand why everyone is scared of his fiancé. Not when Harry is the one who would literally burn the world to ashes to please Heir Blaise Zabini.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi. I adore your fics. I enjoy watching some of them evolve over the years.

For titles tales: Though She Be But Little She Is Fierce

Hi! Thank you very much! ❤️

Petunia Evans & Lily Evans genfic.

If Miss Lily Evans has to break her hand punching people who pick on her sister, Miss Petunia Evans, for being a Slytherin, because Lily hasn't yet learned any good curses, then she will do so over and over again. It's worth the discomfort and revolting taste of Skele-gro every single time.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory, hope you're well and the weather is somewhat more reasonable for you! Wishing you some of the rain that is currently flooding me if that is what you desire!

For title tales, would you consider 'the next time I do fight, I'll make death love me'?

Have a great day!

Hi Lotus!

The weather has been lovely, thank you. And we did get some rain! I went on a walk in it.

Death/Astoria Greengrass.

Lady Astoria Greengrass has tried every possible avenue in an attempt to free herself from the Blood Malediction. Every single avenue ... except one so daring not even a Gryffindor would attempt it. If she can earn Death's love, perhaps, just perhaps, she will get to live.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory,

Title Tales - A problem shared is a problem halved

Forgot where this lyric was from

Hi Nate!

Sirius Black & James Potter genfic.

People always say that "a problem shared is a problem halved". Those people have clearly never met Heir James Potter and Heir Sirius Black. With them, a problem shared is a problem that'll rapidly become an incident.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory! Hope you're well, and the transition to autumn is bringing you some more clement weather!

For title tales, would you consider, 'You Children Follow The Gift Of The Muse'?

Anyway, hope your life things are going better, and you have an excellent day!

Hi Lotus!

I'm enjoying the autumn weather very much! 😊

Things have been better lately, thank you. I hope all is well with you and yours.

Harry Potter/Female Blaise Zabini.

As the sole daughter of such an infamous Syren, most everyone expects Heiress Blaise Zabini to sing enchantingly. Master Harry Potter, on the other hand, has been blessed to watch her dance, fire racing through his veins.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

TT: with a kiss, he crowns me queen of death and life

Death/Female Theodore Nott!

Lady Theadora Nott hadn't the slightest inkling that she was literally Courting Death by slaying her family's enemies until the moment the Deity appeared before her and accepted her suit.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

For Title Tales:

I know life and fate are scary But I wanna be legendary {Legendary, EPIC: The Musical}

Harry Potter/Female Neville Longbottom!

Heiress Nephele Longbottom isn't going to allow the fact that she's not the Prophecy Child to stop her from standing with Lord Harry Potter to assist him in vanquishing Lord Voldemort.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory! Hope you're well and having good weather/weather you would like to be having, and that your real life commitments are not too tiring.

For title tales, would you consider 'mine honesty will not make poor my greatness'?

Have a great day!

Hi Lotus!

The weather is lovely, thank you! Real life is slowly leveling out. Thank goodness!

I appreciate the well wishes and hope things are going wonderfully for you and yours. ❤️

... I think I'll go with Harry Potter/Fay Dunbar

Sometimes, Miss Fay Dunbar finds life simpler if she doesn't speak at all. Being a daughter of the main line of the Honest and Ancient House of Dunbar is exhausting. But she cannot abide a lie, and she will not allow anyone to slander Lord Harry Potter. His words rang true when he said he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Title Tales:

you didn't cheat (but you're still a traitor)

Sirius Black & Peter Pettigrew genfic.

There is much that Master Sirius Black is willing to forgive. However, per the blood in his veins and Black family magic, he literally cannot forgive betrayal. It doesn't matter why Mister Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Marauders, only that he did.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Title Tales Time~!

the price of your greed (your son and your daughter)

Oh, wow. Dark. I think I'd go Unrequited Tom Riddle/Merope Gaunt for this.

Instead of taking Lady Merope Gaunt's life for her crimes, Mother Magic removes the children she illegally conceives from her womb and gives them to worthy witches.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Title Tales:

i'm human (but not in the way you're gonna like)

Jason Todd genfic.

Jason Todd is from the ugliest parts of Gotham. He was nurtured amongst the darkness of the streets. It's inevitable that his morals won't align with Batman's.