The Worst™

Amycus Carrow || Twin

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It was hard to find a quiet place at this point in the school year, but Amycus had done his best. Sat out by the lake with cigarette in hand, Amycus was enjoying his hard-earned solitude when a shadow passed over him. He didn’t look up, didn’t speak- he was determined to ignore them. When they didn’t leave, he turned his head, looking at them pointedly.

“Can I help you?”

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              life broke her.               life broke him. 

                                            but when they got together,                                              their pieces became w h o l e. 

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coldestcarrow:

     Alecto sunk into his hug, hardly caring that they were in the middle of the bustling corridor. It wasn’t anything unusual for them, and people knew better than to give funny looks at that point. Amycus moved them out of the rush and Alecto looked up at him when he grasped her face, her lips pressed together in a thin line. She’d mostly passed her point of sadness and was just angry, which she honestly preferred. “Mum and her fucking letters.” Alecto shook her head, taking his hands away from her face and holding them in her own. “She says she has a few ‘prospective suitors’ for me.”

The way she looked up at him told him quite plainly that he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear, that nothing was alright just now. His own lips become a line like hers had, Amycus mashing them together and rolling them over his teeth until they were hardly even visible. More letters. More suitors. Of course. “Fuck her,” he said. “And fuck them, too. Well, don’t, but, you know what I mean.” He curled his fingers around hers as she took his hands, knowing better by now than to let himself get riled up over another list of suitors- in public view, at least. But, he wouldn’t let that be her future, either. He was far too selfish for that. “Let’s get you a drink,” he said, nodding his head at the emptying hallway. “And we’ll figure out a new plan.”

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marleneforgotten:

The worst part about all of this was that she was paired with Amycus. The best part about it was how much it was going to bug Alecto. Marlene certainly was going to rub it in her face - gush about the deep talk she and Amycus shared. Alecto might not believe it, but it was still fun riling her up. “Your twin is a narcissistic bitch with a stick up her ass, so I think I’ll pass. Such is the burden of being the better twin,” she shrugged, acting uncaring at his dig. Although, part of her actually wanted to sock him for bringing up Malcolm. At least neither of his insults had been untrue. 

This was going to turn into a game of ‘my twin’s better than your twin’ quickly, Amycus realized, as his simple comment, not entirely harmless, invited a response about Alecto that had his jaw setting into a hardened line. “She is the better twin,” he deadpanned. “And she doesn’t like you, anyways,” he said. As much as it pained him not to defend Alecto more, there wasn’t much he could say that wouldn’t at least start an argument, and fighting with Marlene was nothing short of exhausting he’d learned over the years. “Let’s just get this over with, alright? What’s your deep dark secret? Daddy issues?” 

[ferrisbueller]

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therepeterbecheese:

Good god, Merlin’s beard…why did he always let Sirius talk him into these horrible dares?! Peter was seriously going to die from one of them going horribly wrong one of these days. That Quidditch lesson Padfoot promised in return had better be worth a broken bone or two if this went sideways. Peter’s worried thoughts came to a swift halt as Amycus froze, and more surprisingly, didn’t immediately turn around and punch him straight in the nose. His brain shifted into overdrive to think of something somewhat believable, maybe making this a livable story after all.

“Your uh, robes. Had a bit of…a smolder to them? And I was already behind you. Couldn’t let you burn, ya know? And this was the easiest and fastest way to uh, save your life.” Peter was grateful his face was still buried in the taller wizard’s back, hiding the huge smile on his face as he completely lied through his teeth. 

“Off,” he repeated, this time more sternly. Peter’s excuse sounded like utter bullshit, but Amycus couldn’t see his face to know for certain, because the Gryffindor was still wrapped around him in an embarrassing display. Dropping his arms, he grab bed Peter’s hands, peeling them off of his person and stepping out of his grasp. “Honestly, Pettigrew, what the fuck?” he said, exasperated as he straightened himself out.

“Next time, just let me burn,” he said flatly, turning on Peter with eyebrow raised. “And quit grinning like that. You look like my sister’s cat after he’s shat in someone’s shoes. I’m in a decent mood- don’t make me hurt you.”

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coldestcarrow:

     Alecto had skipped her own class in order to catch Amycus coming out of his. She knew she’d catch him by surprise, and it took her a second to make him realize it was her. “It’s me,” she finally voiced, ducking her head under his arm without removing her arms from his waist. Now she was hugging him from the front rather than the back, looking up at him with a smile– though it was slightly strained. “I needed a hug. Can you skip your next class? I’ve got a fresh bottle of firewhiskey.”

He sighed as she spoke, feeling foolish for not having recognized her hold immediately.  She didn’t seem put out with him for it, and to be fair, he was feeling a little off-kilter today. As she ducked and twisted, rearranging herself around him, his arms came around her, and he softened, holding her close for a long moment. Of course he’d skip for her, with or without the whiskey. “Are you alright?” he asked, brushing her hair back behind her ear. He moved with her- well, technically, maneuvered the pair of them- out of the way of the sea of people in the corridor, and he leaned back, bring both hands up to frame her face as he looked down at her. “I’m all yours, Princess,” he promised. “What happened?”

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marleneforgotten:

Without hesitation, Marlene immediately wrote down his response, flicking the quill at the end. The assignment said they had to complete the questions, not that they had to take it seriously or that the answers had to be school appropriate. “I love how well you know me,” she smirked, throwing a wadded up piece of parchment at him to write on. “Oh, plans? World domination? Come now. You can get that done after dinner,” she mocked.

He exhaled a soft snort of a laugh, almost amused, but unwilling to let himself be fully good-humoured today. At least this wouldn’t be entirely boring; Marlene, at least, would keep it interesting, and wasn’t likely to ask him any deep questions. If she did, she’d have to put up with it in kind, and Amycus was sure she was just as inclined to do so as he was; he wasn’t. “It’s a gift,” he said simply, shrugging. He caught the parchment she tossed his way, not really planning to write anything of note, but scribbled down ‘conniving bitch’ all the same. “No, that’s tomorrow,” he said as though it were obvious. “Today the plan is to get trashed and do something stupid. I’d invite you to join, but your twin is a goody two shoes, and this is a twin adventure. His boring-ness disqualifies you automatically.” He held his hands up, playing at being sorry to deliver the news. “I don’t make the rules, McMenace.” 

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marleneforgotten:

“Let’s get this over with,” Marlene groaned as she approached Amycus, letting out a low growl. Quickly, she crossed over to him and waved the paper in front of his face. “You’re the asshole in your family, right?” she smirked, looking at the first question, “I’ll put that down.”

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“I prefer ‘obligatory psychotic jackass,” he said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. “And you’re the conniving bitch in yours, right?” His laughter was a hollow sound; short, rough, and humorless. He knew Marlene, Marlene knew him. He didn’t understand why this ‘get to know your classmates’ song and dance was necessary. “What’s on the list?” he asked, never having actually looked at the survey questions. “And how fast can we be done? I have plans.”

[kseniablog]

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“Get off me!” he huffed, arms sticking straight out at his sides. He didn’t really know what had happened, or why, but one moment he’d been walking out of Potions, and the next, he’d been wrapped in someone’s arm, the hug confusing him entirely. “Why?” he asked, petulantly, not quite pouting. If anything, this display was embarrassing- Amycus Carrow was not a hugger; only a few exceptions were ever made in that regard. “Just let go. I don’t know where you got the idea that I need a hug, but I don’t. I really don’t. Why are you doing this to me?”

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Sevycus Shenanigans™

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“Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how fucked up your parents made you.”

— Deb Caletti, The Nature of Jade

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aprinceinpieces:

Bored wasn’t really a word Severus used much. Exasperated? Put upon? His vast potential being stifled by a ridiculously moralistic administration? Those were things he was familiar with, so he could more or less sympathize with Amycus. Not that he would say so. 

“Hogwarts is a stepping stone.” He countered, looking up from his stack of books and ink-smudged sprawl of parchment. He’d lost track of time again- how long exactly had he been here slouched over his work? “A miserable, pathetic, necessary stepping stone. And this is my bed. Where I sleep… and you’re here. Sitting on it.” 

He gave his friend a half-hearted glare even as he accepted the bottle passed to him. Without breaking eye contact he raised his wand and tapped the lip of the bottle with a deliberately verbalized Disinfectant spell. 

“As least take your shoes off.” He muttered, before taking a long drink.

“Blah, blah, some of us have to get jobs when we graduate, blah, blah,” he said, rolling his eyes. A moment later he laughed, knowing exactly how much of an asshole he sounded. It was a fair point, as far as he was concerned. He couldn’t count the number of times Severus had reminded him of something along those lines; Amycus had never been too fussed about that sort of thing. He had family money, he didn’t have to care about very much. That wasn’t the case for everyone, though, and Severus had drilled that into his brain some years prior.

Toeing his shoes off, he let his feet hang off the edge of the bed. “It’s the weekend. Just call it a day, you’ve been holed up in here for ages,” he said, really dragging it out for emphasis. “You know, by your own admission this is a bed,” he pointed out, “not a desk. Beds are for sleeping, fucking, hanging out... damn near anything but working, really.” He laughed again at the spell he heard, grinning over at Severus.

“Drink more,” he insisted, still grinning. “C’mon, get sloshed with me.”

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gladysthorns:

She didn’t have an answer for his question. Perhaps not everyone felt death so strongly. To some, it wasn’t as finite and maybe that helped. To Gladys, it was terrifying. “I mean, not for myself. I mean, I’m jumpy… yes… but that’s natural,” she tried to defend, “But I have family to think about. Friends. Just all the people out there who cared about Professor Oddpick and anyone else who might meet a similar demise. It’s a frightening thought.”

“Being jumpy is natural?” he asked teasingly, amused. “And here I thought it was just me making you nervous,” he continued, a grin coming out to play. He had the decency at least, as she continued to speak, to adapt to a slightly more somber attitude. “You can’t save everyone, you know,” he said, unsure how exactly he could both reassure her and demonstrate how little he cared for Oddpick.  He’d have to pick one of the other, it seemed, and he knew which it would have to be. “There’s not much you can do for them here,” he said. “You can write them, but beyond that... You’re here, they’re there. You can’t work yourself up over this, you’ll go mad.”