I set this blog up so I can write fanfiction, and some of my own stuff. I write fics for Carry On, Percy Jackson, and a whole bunch of other fandoms. Just send me an ask for a request, and if I can, I shall fulfill! Main blog is @hyacinthus-the-flower :3
I watch, as the discus leaves my hand. I watch, as jealous Zephyros blows it off its course. I watch, as my love falls. A sharp cry from my mouth, a thud. A body, laying lifeless on the grass. I run, my heart already hurting, my mind already grieving. Zephyros disappears. I hold him in my arms, and I weep, for what feels like an eternity. Alas, what is eternity to an immortal but a heartbeat stretched too thin? I lay him down gently, my hand below his head, his blood on my fingers. Tears still streaked across my face, I utter an incantation to make him bloom, the most beautiful flower of all. My beautiful flower, Hyacinthus.
I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.
The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.
It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”
People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”
“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “
“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”
“What do you want?”, they asked me. What do I want? Such a simple question, yet so complex.
I want… I want to be held by a lover as they whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I want to dance with them to the pitter-patter of the rain on the windows as soft music plays in the background.
I want to move people to tears with my words, ones which I wrote in a room as dark as the night skies with a candle as my only source of warmth and light. I want them to laugh and cry and enjoy themselves, just with simple flicks of my wrist.
I want to prove to my parents that I can be their child, even when they expect me to be different from who I truly am. I want them to accept me for who I am, not who I could be.
I want to paint on vast canvases and get it just right, every time. I want to be able to paint feelings; warmth and sorrow and jealousy.
She felt something scratch her ankle and turned back to see that the monsters have almost caught up to her. She took out her daggers and threw one at the monsters.
She heard a whimper and smiled to herself. This was going to be easier than expected.
Agent Lee was running from the monsters. The magical flowers she had in her hair glowed bright in the dark of the night; probably not the best choice for a heist, but they offered protection from various dangers that plagued the kingdom of Hong Kong.
She could see the building where the the box was being kept, but the monsters were coming closer and closer...
Mind if I ask, could sirius get really hurt by his mother, he runs away, then he goes to james', yarda yarda yada, and then remus and sirius go shopping in diagon alley because "FINALLY!" and also, "I need you to pick out sweaters so then I can steal yours", but then they see Walburga picking out stuff for regular and Walburga is her shitty self and goes "oh fucking hell sirius you chose a hAlFbLoOd and he's MaLe. Your a disgrace. Remus goes "FUCK YOU" and sirius is about 10x more inlove w/ him?
Sirius was on the doorstep of the Potters' household. He doesn't remember how he got there, but he's glad he did.
He's shivering by the time the Potters' open the door. It's raining and the water had seeped through his clothes, making him so cold that he couldn't feel his own fingers.
The Potters' face is full of concern as they take in his shivering, disheveled, bruised body.
Mrs. Potter ushers him inside, and James supports him till they reach his room. There, he gives Sirius a new set of clothes and casts healing spells on his bruises to make him feel better.
Sirius promptly collapses on the bed, finally free from the clutches of his parents.
Yet, he could only think about how he left Regulus...
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Remus and Sirius are at Diagon Alley. The marauders had come together, but James and Peter went to get Peter a new wand after he broke his first one, and Sirius was left with Remus.
“Why did I agree to shop with you, again?”
“Because you love me, Re. Also you need to pick out new sweaters so I can steal them.”
Remus just shook his head at that.
James had immediately sent letters to Remus and Peter about Sirius when he arrived, and Remus, being the good boyfriend that he was, cane to stay with Sirius at the Potters' for the rest of the summer.
The nights following that day were filled with nightmares, Sirius trashing around the bed and Remus waking him up and holding him and peppering his face with kisses while telling him that everything was going to be alright.
Sirius truly did not know what he would have done without James, Peter and Remus.
Suddenly, Remus stood infront of Sirius, his tall frame blocking Sirius's view completely.
“Remus, what are you doing?”
“Shh”, said Remus, and he suddenly froze as if someone had petrified him.
Sirius peeked over Remus's shoulder and saw his motherstaring directly at Remus and Sirius, and he felt a pang of guilt when he noticed that his brother had accompanied her.
Walburga walked towards Sirius, her face angry as if she was about to hit him again.
Remus didn't allow that though. His hands reached behind him and he was shielding Sirius completely, while Sirius was the one petrified this time.
“Move, boy.”, said Walburga to Remus. Remus didn't budge.
She tried to push him away a couple of times, but after seeing that she wasn't going to succeed, she began to talk to Sirius.
Well, yell at him would be more fitting.
“How dare you go away like that? You've marred the reputation of the house of Black! You worthless scum! You couldn't even get sorted into the right house! And you choose this... this filthy half-blood above us? He's a boy, in Merlin's name! You've done nothing but bring disgrace to the family-”
Walburga went on and on, and Sirius felt as if he was getting smaller and smaller with each word, so small that his mother would be able to step on him.
“Stop.”, it was Remus who spoke, much to Walburga's surprise,“You will not talk to my boyfriend like that. He's no longer your family. So I would appreciate it if you left us alone.”
He suddenly pulled Sirius into a kiss, right there in the middle of the road. Then he took his hand and off they went.
Sirius, who saw this in silence, just looked at the boy beside him, and all he could feel was love.
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Thanks for the ask! Of course I don't mind.
I haven't written exactly what you wanted, but I hope I've done this fic justice.
Remus is adamant that the Bee Gees are the best band and Sirius thinks that Fleetwood Mac is better, and then Sirius catches Remus listening to the chain and gets a nose bleed. That would be hilarious.
Sirius hated it when he and Remus fought. But Bees Gees? Really? Remus needed to get his bands straight.
Fleetwood Mac are obviously better, and Sirius tried to tell Remus so, but Remus argued with him, saying that “‘Stayin' Alive’ is clearly a superior song, Sirius!”
Sirius didn't agree. He thought Fleetwood Mac had better songs than that.
He walked around the castle, trying to clear his head, when he heard music coming from the Astronomy Tower.
He entered and saw Remus sitting at the edge, his legs dangling off the window. Sirius opened his mouth to tell Remus to be careful, but then noticed the song that was playing.
The Chain by Fleetwood Mac was playing from a small device that Sirius couldn't see.
Sirius's head swam. He could feel something wet coming from his nose, and when he touched it, his fingers came away red.
He couldn't feel his legs. “Remus!”, he called out.
Then everything went black.
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Thanks for the request, anon!
As you can see, I modified it a bit because I didn't know how to end it, so I made him black out.
Lily had to help Remus pick an outfit for the date. They finally decided on a black turtle neck with a light brown coat and blue jeans. Lily left in a hurry after they chose the outfit, though. That was strange.
There was still an hour left for the date. Remus was too anxious to sit still and decided to roam the castle.
I was empty since it was a weekend and the students were either in their Common Room or outside. So Remus had the castle all to himself.
He went around to the Astronomy Tower, then he wandered around empty classrooms. One of the classrooms had a strange looking mirror. It showed Remus not as he was there, but wearing his uniform with a Head Boy pinned to his chest and no scars. It also showed James, Peter and his parents standing behind him and Sirius in his arms.
Remus didn’t know what to make of it, so he quickly left the room.
Finally, with 15 minutes left for the date, he started towards the Lake.
Then he saw Sirius, and he forgot how to breathe.
Sirius was wearing a brown t-shirt with a jacket and blue jeans and he looked amazing.
After about 3 minutes of staring at each other, Remus realized something,“Sirius, we’re wearing the same colours!”
Sirius looked at himself and then Remus,“Well, it’s not my fault. Lily helped me pick the outfit out.”
Remus now realized that Lily left to help Sirius pick his outfit. He smirked.
“What?”, asked Sirius.
“Nothing.”, Remus changed the subject,“So where are we going?”
“You’ll see”, now it was Sirius’s turn to smirk.
“Let’s go, then”
They walked along the Lake, with the sun setting behind them.
This is proper romantic, thought Remus.
He saw the picnic and almost started crying. Here he was, going on a date with the boy he loved, and the place was so romantic that Remus almost couldn’t bear it.
“How did you...”
Sirius smiled sheepishly,“James and Peter did most of the work.”
“So they knew? Since when?”
“Yesterday. Why?”
“Nothing.”, said Remus.
“Uhh... Let’s go, then.”
They sat on the blanket under the stars and began taking the food out.
“Chocolate!”, exclaimed Remus, his eyes full of joy.
Sirius smiled.
They talked and they ate; though it was only Remus’s first date, he knew that nothing else could compare to this, to Sirius, and his thoughts drifted to this afternoon when Sirius kissed him.
He hadn’t planned on confessing his feelings, but he was glad he did. Otherwise he wouldn’t be going on a date with the boy beside him, would he?
He looked at Sirius, only to find him already looking at Remus.
Remus’s breath froze as Sirius brushed some hair off of his forehead, and cupped his cheek.
Remus turned towards Sirius and their faces inched closer.
Their lips met and it was nothing like last time. It was slow and sweet, without the rush or the desperation they felt in the afternoon.
Sirius tasted like the chocolate they had been eating just now, and Remus was sure he did too.
Remus ran his hand through Sirius’s hair, it was as soft as he had expected it to be.
Too soon, they were breaking apart, and Remus looked at Sirius who was blushing furiously, and for the first time since he had been bitten, felt like everything was going to be okay.
Part 8 of my first fanfiction ever! I feel so good.
