Luke Selwyn

[levibulstrode]

Pressure Mounting

[lukeselwynx]

levibulstrode‌:

Panic attack tw 

Levi’s mind was running in circles, and until he figured out his words, he knew he was getting out of it. Marcus was something. Millie might be in danger. And he was here unable to remember six simple words. What was wrong with him?

Levi let out a cry as he nearly slipped over, but there was suddenly someone in front of him. He was too out of it to even process any of their features. His eyes snapped open completely as a hand was suddenly on his wrist, but he still couldn’t process anything as they started moving. 

“What are- Where… My daughter,” he managed to stammer out. Levi needed his daughter. He needed to make sure Millie was okay. The people around them seemed to press in closer than ever, and Levi’s breathing went from tight to ragged as he felt the push and pull of the crowd. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Wilamette.  Wilamette.  Wilamette. That’s what wrong. It was wrong. What was first? What was the rest?

The space seemed to suddenly open up around them, and Levi gasped as he caught sight of the sky. It didn’t fix anything, but at least he felt less press around him. Levi became more aware of the air in and out of his lungs and the pounding on his heart. The person was still pulling on his arm, but Levi yanked back, stumbling in the process.

He went down hard, landing poorly on his knee with a hiss. He knew a spell for that. He did. It wasn’t coming to mind.

Luke had absolutely no idea what was going on with this guy. Was he slipped some kind of potion? Was he just freaking out? Either way, he knew that if he left him, there was a good chance he’d get trampled, and Luke wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he found out this guy died later on because he hadn’t acted. When he felt the other yank back, he shook his head, mumbled under his breath through gritted teeth. He couldn’t afford much more movement like that if he wanted to make any progress to the Forbidden Forest. “No, no! It’s okay, come on! I’m trying to help you!” He watched the other land roughly, and couldn’t help but wince for him. Being unable to apparate right now was the most horrible part. “Let’s go!” He grabbed Levi’s wrist tightly and yanked him off the ground and through the crowded exit, practically forcing him to run alongside and keep up, or risk being dragged behind him. For someone so small, Luke was still pretty strong...which was a good thing, because it would help him to fight against any further protests this man might make.

“You’re okay! We’re getting away from everything, it’s fine!” Thankfully, their exit led them to a quick route to the forest, and once they had entered it he finally slowed down. “Here. Sit, sit. Come on, sit down,” Luke insisted, placing him on a tree stump. “Breathe. Nothing else matters, just breathe--”

[levibulstrode]

Pressure Mounting

[lukeselwynx]

levibulstrode‌:

Panic attack tw

@lukeselwynx​

The prediction had created a small mass of panic in the people around him, and Levi was trying hard to handle it. Normally he would have removed himself from a situation like this. He knew his limits, and he knew when he was pushing them. They’d already been pushed. But Levi was trying to be a strong and supportive presence for the people attempting to leave.

“My baby’s at home! I need to get home to my baby!” he heard a woman cry, and Levi felt as if ice has just doused through his body.

His baby was at home too, at home with a sitter. At home in Hogsmeade, a place that had the potential to end up in a fire fight tonight. His baby… They’d left Millie defenseless with just a sitter.

Levi stumbled back, not even caring that he’d bumped into someone. He had to go. He had to… He looked up, eyes wide even as he stumbled back another step. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t go. He was useless, useless to Millie, to Marcus, to everyone around him. His whole body shook as he nearly fell back onto a table, clutching at it in an attempt to stay on his feet. It was too much. It was all too much. Levi squeezed his eyes shut, summoning his words forward.

Wilamette… No, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t first. Fuck, what was first? What word was first? He couldn’t repeat if he didn’t know the beginning. He was drowning, drowning in the wrong river. He couldn’t get to the right one. He couldn’t do this.

The prediction had been terrifying to say the least. If it were happening right at this moment, the only comfort Luke had was that he didn’t actually know about the plans for that ahead of time. No, he was uninvolved, thanks. The night was getting far too chaotic for his taste, and as he started to glance towards possible exits, he realized just how antsy people were getting.

Meanwhile, he stood there like an idiot, watching as chaos began to further unfold into a spreading mass panic. Luke’s wand was out immediately as he began to move, now feeling like this was probably as good an exit time as any. The Death Eaters couldn’t be too cross with him if he left now, right? What was he supposed to do? Stick around, get captured? No, not today.

The heels on his feet were hurting, because of course they were. Torture devices, the lot of them. His dress was also starting to become a tad tight in the wrong places, and this made him pause as he was running for an exit. He felt the fabric of his arms, realizing that his muscles were starting to stretch--

His muscles.

“Oh Merlin, not now!” He couldn’t risk being seen here as Luke Selwyn, famous celebrity, apparent Death Eater. Now he was starting to panic, eyes wide as he kicked off the shoes and started running for it. He’d buy a new pair for Liliana at a time where he wasn’t at risk of being sent to Azkaban. The dress was a real hindrance to sprinting, and as he slowed to try and pull it up, he ran into someone’s back. “Ow--” he mumbled, more out of instinct than actual pain. People were starting to crowd, push, be rough. Luke was forced against the man in front of him, and it was only then that he realized something was wrong.

The man looked...out of it, to say the least. Eyes closed, maybe even kind of pale - not any type of escape plan Luke thought would be successful. What if he got knocked over? Trampled? Mass hysteria like this had resulted in worse before. He could be killed.Worry started to nag at him, despite the fact that they were literally surrounded by others freaking out...but he couldn’t let it go.

“Hey! It’s okay, we’re gonna get out-- Erm, come on, this way!” If he acted fast, he might be able to run to the Forbidden Forest. They could hide out there, Luke could still get away mostly scott-free. He grabbed the man’s wrist and practically dove into the crowd, in the style of hugging one of the massive doors and sliding through that way. The grounds would open up, there would be more space outside, they could slip into the Forbidden Forest and hide away--

[ladylilianazabini]

Ladylike

[lukeselwynx]

ladylilianazabini‌:

“You sound exactly as you should sound right now. At least you would if you’d stop going so shrill,” Liliana pointed out. “And don’t look at it like that. It doesn’t even have a corset, so you have nothing to be afraid of.” She picked something for him without her own signature cleavage, without heavy layers of skirts, and without a train. Really she was being downright charitable. “Do I have to help dress you or something? You step in and zip it. It isn’t that hard.”

Lia let out a long-suffered sigh as he began crying about heels. “Kitten heels,” she amended. “There are school girls who wear higher heels than I’ll give you. She was probably would have to expand them to fit Dornelia’s feet. Joy. They’d never fit the same if she fixed them after.

“Liliana,” she corrected. “Only my friends can call me Lia, and I’m not quite sure you’re there yet.” If he kept carrying on like this, she wasn’t sure he’d ever get there. When Lia had approached a rock star, she’d expected to learn a little gossip, not end up his go-to babysitter. “You can’t be the only person in this situation. They’ll pull it off and so will you. It’s not about focusing on being a girl. Yes, you’ll have to carry yourself different. Yes, people are probably more likely to proposition you. Well, I suppose I can’t speak for your lifestyle, but that’s generally true. Your saving grace here, though, is that Dornelia doesn’t seem like the type to care about any of that. She’s a scholar.” Then again, Lia was a scholar, so she shouldn’t judge. But Dornelia’s lack of reputation seems to speak for itself.

Luke was normally the type of person to feel shy and reserved upon first meeting - that, he could not deny. However, usually by the second or third meeting, he was able to open up, keep a conversation. The music industry had earned him that skill, at least. The ability to be able to hold a conversation with practically anyone, that ‘fake it til you make it’ factor.

Only, he’d never had to ‘fake it’ this far. This was something completely out of his comfort zone. Why was it that everyone told him to be himself growing up? Now when the task arose to be someone else, he felt like he could never figure out how.

“Listen, Liliana,” he huffed, a certain firmness in his own womanly voice now. “I just drank one of the most disgusting potions known to man, I now have a completely different anatomy than I did just before that, I’m preparing to essentially cross-dress, into your clothes no less, and the only examples of ladylike behavior I’ve ever known to be close to the ‘standard’ include my mother, and you. Not to mention the fact that you and I are sort of in this together at this point. You may not consider me a friend, but I consider us perfectly close, thank you very much.”

Thank Merlin that Dornelia seemed relatively tame, maybe even quiet. Scholarly types were quiet, right? Most...scholarly types? Sure. That was what he was sticking to. “I’ll be right back...” He walked off to the bathroom to change.

[ladylilianazabini]

Ladylike

[lukeselwynx]

ladylilianazabini‌:

@lukeselwynx​

Liliana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She’d been listening to Luke whine and fuss for the past ten minutes while she dug for something in her closet that might fit him. She wasn’t entirely sure how she’d ended up with him, especially when she had her own facade to create. Lia hadn’t been able to use her own clothing because nothing fit right, but hopefully something would work for Luke.

“Try this on,” she ordered. Her voice would have been blunt anyway, but given who she was currently, it was deeper and flatter than it typically would be. She hoped that would make him shut up and listen. “And yes, you have to wear heels. Will there be women there without them? Yes. Would a proper lady show up to a ball in flats? Never.”

“I don’t even-- Listen to my voice! I don’t even sound right. Lia, this is horrible, how the bloody hell am I supposed to pull this off--?” Given how he was used to sounding, nothing actually sounded right to him, anyways. Luke cringed as the outfit was handed over to him, holding it up and staring at it. It looked...awkward. At least, the idea of him wearing it seemed to be. He felt as though he were going crazy. Dresses didn’t really make sense to him. He didn’t know how to do makeup. He certainly didn’t know how to--

“Wait! Wear heels?!” he hissed, eyes wide like she’d just told him today he was meant to die. “Do you want me to be found out? I’ll break my ankle! How will I walk?” Knowing that he sounded overly exasperated, he tried to tell himself to calm down, take a few deep breaths. Despite the panic welling up inside his chest, he managed to at least shut up for a few brief moments. “Lia, I... How am I supposed to pull this off?”

[lukeselwynx]

Into this Mess

[lukeselwynx]

ladylilianazabini‌:

Liliana raised an eyebrow as she listened to him fumble over his words. Interesting. And certainly not what she would have expected from someone who had practically toured the world. “A break?” she repeated, flashing an interested smile and leaning in toward him. “That sounds quite interesting. Are you writing music or something?”

He didn’t look to be feeling inspired, but Lia didn’t know what that looked like really. “I suppose I should introduce myself to put us on even footing. Liliana Zabini. Pleasure.” She never worried much about her accent, and she wondered if he’d immediately place her as French. Most people did, but she was he’d heard enough accents that Lia wondered if he’d overthink it. 

Luke couldn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t - at least, not unless he was on stage. That was more of a white lie, though. With individual people, he was an awkward mess, and he knew it. In front of thousands on a stage though, knowing they’re likely there to support him and his music? A completely different thing, or feeling. Situation. Whatever.

It was always something that he played the part well, but never completely understood - other people coming to him, like they knew him well...because in their minds, they did. Meanwhile he’d never seen them before in his life. It was an inexplicable feeling that never seemed to make complete sense.

“Nope. Sort of on a hiatus, really. Not writing music seriously at the moment...” He listened to her speak for a few moments and felt his heart sink slightly. He knew that accent. It had reminded him of someone else... Someone he didn’t know if he’d ever see again at this point. Absence makes the heart grow fonder...or fearful.

“Liliana. A pleasure to meet you, too... I don’t know that I’ve seen you here before.”

[lukeselwynx]

Into this Mess

[lukeselwynx]

ladylilianazabini‌:

Liliana wasn’t the biggest rock music fan in the world, but she did keep up with the society pages and therefore knew most magical celebrities. She was fairly certainly this was Luke Selwyn, and while she didn’t know much about him, she had seen the day’s paper that he was rumored to be performing at whatever this illegal event was. Based on his face, Lia assumed he didn’t know.

She hadn’t necessarily meant to talk, but he looked up and made eye contact. It was cute to watch him scramble. Normally she sat at the table on the end, but today had the potential to be interesting.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, already setting her cup down on the table. “It’s not everyday one has the opportunity to meet a rock star, after all.” Liliana flashed him a smile before setting in the seat. Without focusing on Luke, she picked up her cup to take the first sip. “Always good tea here. Do you stop by often?”

Luke clutched into his teacup as though his life depended on it, knuckles white. Of course, his face was perfectly composed - for the most part, anyway. He probably looked a bit startled, but given everything going on, he thought that was the least of his worries.

“Oh, er-- Sure! Sure...” He watched as this woman set her cup down and settled in. “I’m... Not much of a rock star, I’m afraid.” At least, he never felt like one anymore. Sure, he was a celebrity, easily recognizable on the street, usually decorating the covers of some magazines and, in today’s case, the stupid newspaper-- “Taking a bit of a break from rock-stardom, I suppose.” With a slight nod, he glanced around the shop. “It is nice. I stop in every once in a while.”

[lukeselwynx]

Into this Mess

[lukeselwynx]

thebaileyshaw‌:

Bailey had been busy lately with her animagus project- and her synesthetic project, and her vampire blood replacement project, and her wolfsbane anesthetic project, and her interpersonal interaction and attraction research- so as much as she’d been running around busier than ever, she also hadn’t deliberately made time for people. Not that she’d done that before, but when she saw Lucas on her way into the coffee shop she veered directly over to his table, noting and ignoring the way he stuffed the Prophet into his bag. 

Bad, rubbish paper. 

“Hello!” she said, smiling at him but not sitting down. “How have you been? I’m still working on the synesthetic mimicry potion, by the way. No luck yet.”

Luke felt his cheeks warm as the realization of who his guest was sank in. Bailey still struck him as pretty in her own unique way - but more than that, he felt his stomach twist as the web of lies he’d weaved might as well have been forming a noose around his neck.

She still knew him as Lukas, for Merlin’s sake. She didn’t even realize who he actually was. If she looked at the paper that was now stuffed into his bag? She might connect the dots, realize that hey, that tiny picture actually looks familiar-- WAIT...

It was too much for him right now, and the nerves only made it more obvious. Not to mention the stress of everything going on, with Nigel still probably locked away, all of the recent events... He thought this time of year was supposed to be festive, not frightening.

“No? No luck, that’s... That’s too bad, I’m sorry to hear.” He tried to smile, also trying to focus on the warmth in his hands from the tea. “I’ve been...better? It’s not bad, though. Just a bit of stress...” That was too much, too obvious. “Just a stressful season.” There, he could cover up well with that.

[toomcnairtocare]

pray for the wicked

[lukeselwynx]

toomcnairtocare‌:

Walden narrowed his eyes, watching Luke’s face and reactions as closely as possible. He didn’t trust this kid. Sure, he didn’t really trust that many people as a matter of principle but Luke definitely didn’t make the list.

“They must’ve given him a deal, because otherwise why would he snitch? Twycross couldn’t have been as dumb as that, he knew what he signed up for.” He ran a finger gently along the edge of his ax, casual as could be. “He’s still technically a terrorist, and I doubt the current administration takes too kindly to letting those walk around scott-free.” 

Unless they wanted that person murdered outside of Ministry reach, but Nigel was mostly harmless. Stupid, irresponsible, and a dead man walking but still harmless. Hadn’t even killed anyone. Most of the new recruits hadn’t. “The Dark Lord makes the decisions and we carry out his will. Whatever that is.”

He raised an eyebrow. Now this was a better turn of things. “What if I say I’ve already got one fledgling and I don’t need another?” He asked, tilting his head. “You know, Bellatrix’s been getting bored. Maybe she could use a new friend. Ever killed anyone? Bellatrix has. Very good at it.”

“It must have been a good deal too, though. Considering all this backlash, he’s not safe anywhere anymore. So with that in mind, it had to be something that would make it...well, worth it. Like getting out of a life sentence, probably.” Play the dangerous game. Play the dangerous person. Luke didn’t have much other choice at this point. The only way he might be considered safe is if he maintained an air of focus and loyalty. This was probably the only real way to accomplish that at the moment. “Have you actually spoken to him, then? The Dark Lord?” Luke tried to keep a look of interest on his face, but inside he was undeniably disturbed at the thought. Yes, he was following the man in his group of Death Eaters, but to follow in a group was far less intense than seeing an extremist in person... “Bellatrix. The wife in this situation? No offense, mate, but something tells me she and I wouldn’t get along too great. She seems a bit...” He paused, squinting as he tried to think of the least offensive word for ‘psychotic’. “I dunno, I’ve heard things haven’t been going great for her since Rodolphus’s arrest. It’s probably not the best time, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, one more fledgling shouldn’t be too much to handle, right?”

[lukeselwynx]

Into this Mess

Luke read the paper in astonishment, shaking his head. “How do I get wrapped up in this rubbish?!” he muttered to himself. It made no sense. He hadn’t heard anything about a concert - and certainly hadn’t been invited to participate in an illegal one. At least, not yet.

Was it conceivable that he’d be roped in and forced to do something like that by the Death Eaters? Yes. Of course it was. He hadn’t heard anything yet, though, and he was holding on to that hope that it meant the Prophet was just grasping for content. He’d been spotted plenty of times around London, and it would only make sense for people to assume...

“Oh, erm-- Hi,” he offered at the approach of someone. He hastily closed the paper and shoved it into his bag before plucking his cup off the table to sip at his tea.

[lukeselwynx]

You wouldn't know what to do with a groupie if one popped up naked in your dressing room

Hey, that’s just rude! And not even remotely true! To the point where I’m breaking the rules with this one and saying more than intended... So NOPE!

I’d ask them to leave honestly...

[lukeselwynx]

you're afraid of your own sexuality

I...ermm... kinda...

[lukeselwynx]

when you say you lost your muse, you really mean that you've realized you just don't have enough talent to keep making music

What? No, no! Nope... 

I hope that’s not true...

[lukeselwynx]

you're a virgin

...

.....

.......

Correct..........

[lukeselwynx]

you've never dated anyone

Erm... k-kinda?

[lukeselwynx]

Probably apologizes for walking into furniture

...........Correct...

[lukeselwynx]

Has totally hooked up with a groupie

Nope!

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse

and I’ll respond with “Correct”, “Nope”, or “Kinda”.

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