Scared

{ Terrified }    Who am I supposed to be? { I d o n ' t k n o w } Marvel / Eighteen / Victim

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     With every swallow of an inhale that he took, Glimmer could hear him struggling to force the oxygen into his lungs, struggling against the fabric of her shirt but not giving up the closeness. His grip, if anything, only seemed to tighten and the fear propelled more quickly through her body with every increasingly louder pulsation of her heart. Helplessness painted itself across her face in the form of rose-tinted cheeks and a furrowed brow, blue eyes wide with fear for this boy who she loved so much; who she wanted nothing more than to be able to help. All she could find herself able to do was continue stroking her fingers through his hair, hoping that each touch could bring him at least a small degree of comfort.  A pang went through her chest as she looked at him, eyes rimmed in red from tears. She realized that she’d never seen him cry before.

      Her chin quivered of its own volition as she looked at him, her hand coming up to gently sweep tears from under his eyes with a curled finger. “Marvel..,” her voice came out in a whisper, wishing that she hadn’t have sounded so choked. His pain resonated through her and she couldn’t help but wonder just how connected the two of them truly were; seeing him suffering was so much more difficult than suffering herself. Despite having no idea what he was going through; how she wanted to take it away from him and lay it steadily on her own shoulders.

      How could it never be okay again? His words cut through her, resounding in her mind over and over again. At his gesture, she felt her own eyes begin to well up, though she forced them back. “I missed you too. I.. I really don’t like being apart from you,” her voice was soft as she let her thumb carefully trace over the shape of his lips. “But.. we should walk,” she felt eyes on them from all corners of the room. “You have to tell me what you meant, Marvel..”

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     The sting apparent on his arm stopped him from being able to breathe anymore. Whether he fought in this war or not, the Dark Mark will never disappear. He will be branded a Death Eater for the rest of his life. His diaphragm contracted tightly, painfully and his breath hitched before he was able to breathe normally. His moment of weakness was embarrassing. But as he looked up at Glimmer now, he realized how much he didn't care. As his father's voice continued on in the back on his head, Marvel's fingers clung to her. Tangled in the fabric of her robes. Marvel knew he was terrifying her, his burst of emotion was unlike him but if she only knew. If she only knew what had occurred during his winter break. Looking the Dark Lord in the eye, a grin that chilled his bones. The pain on his wand as it pressed into his skin.

     His hand came up to curl his fingers over hers as she touched the horrid bags under his eyes. His tears sweeping across his cheeks. Marvel held her delicate fingers in hers, feeling the pain he'd caused her as it evaporated off her skin. The tether that connected them pumped in agony, a connection that exceeded anything magical. He wanted to sit her down and cry to her again but the boy could feel the heat of the stares they had began to accumulate. Marvel felt the remaining tears fall from his eyelids. "Glimmer.." His voice betrayed him, shaking all the way through her name.

"I've never liked being away from you, Glim." He wiped his nose across his sleeve, embarrassed, finding it hard to look her in the eye once more. Marvel shook his head, agreeing. His hand tightened on hers and he stood, feeling the bones in his back ache and pop. Swallowing the lump in his throat, "Let's walk.. and I'll tell you." 

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   Despite the fact that she was certainly relieved to come across him in the common room, an uneasiness settled around her and almost made all of the sounds of the room muffle inside her ears. Underwater, everything happened in a blur. Something was very, very wrong. It was obvious in his body language but grew even more so as he openly clung to her. Wincing slightly at the strength with which he gripped her hand, she easily allowed him to fall over her, face nuzzling into her torso. There was no better word to describe what she was feeling other than panic, though she tried to hide it; tried to be strong for him because it was obvious that he needed her to be.

   Her arms wrapped around him carefully, fingers coming up to tangle into his short curly locks. Carefully, she stroked his hair, rocking him back and forth with a gentleness that she wasn’t even aware that she could muster. His voice took her by surprise; not only the words, but the heaviness that came from his throat, he sounded as if he was talking through tears. Marvel was fearless; he didn’t cry, he didn’t worry like she had the tendency to do. Her heart picked up its pace, thudding so loudly she was sure he would be able to detect the difference.

   “Everything’s okay,” she whispered, the words leaving her lips before she was able to stop them. They floated around in the air above them and she wanted more than anything to reel them back in. How could she say something she wasn’t sure was true? “Why are you scared, love?..”

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Strong arms tightened around her, he could barely breathe. The fabric suffocating him but there was nothing he could do. He knew his actions would terrify her. He knew his Glimmer, how she'd pretend to be strong for him when his own chest collapsed underneath the weight of the world. For a moment it felt like his lungs were full with water and he was unable to breathe, choking on tears. Her delicate fingers tangling themselves in his hair, he grasped for air. Overwhelmed with everything that had happened and finally seeing her now. It was too much. He pushed his face away from her torso, looking up at her. His own eyes rimmed with fresh tears. Marvel heard his father's voice inside his head. You are weak. Weak. Only a weakling would cry like this.

Trying to breathe through his nose now, his eyes scanned her face. Worry ate away at her face, furrowed dark blonde patches above her eyes distorted. He wanted to press his thumb between them and smooth out her skin. What was he doing to her? Marvel didn't want this for them. He didn't want a war that would destroy what he had just gotten. He felt her being taken from him in this instant. The world was cruel, unfeeling. Why had he gotten that just now? When he had something he loved to dearly it was easy to feel like destruction was just around the corner. Her face was so beautiful, as he looked up through the film of tears covering his eyes.

"It'll never be okay, Glim. Never." He took her hands into his large ones, pressing his lips gently to her palms, breathing in the scent of her skin. He wanted to keep this horrible secret from her. She didn't deserve it. To be broken like he just was. "I've missed you so much."

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"As you should. Not many people get the privilege of me verbally abusing them because I care. But I do.. Always have," she smiled a little, feeling suddenly shy at her own words. As his gaze locked on hers, she felt the pounding of her heart clearly, eyes shifting to his lips for just a moment. "It won’t, I promise," she smiled at him, happy for the darkness of the hall as her cheeks warmed, noting his gaze on her. "Oh.. kay.," her expression was puzzled, but amused as she followed him in.

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He smirked, quirking his eyebrow at her. "I care about you, too. You know that?" Marvel inched a little closer to her, their shoulders so close to together he felt her warmth underneath the robe. Her words played around his ear. A promise. Such a lovely promise. He hurried to turn on water. The large, ornate faucets that overtook a third of the Prefect's bath spewed colored water. Some for the bubbles while others were for the hot water. "Watch. The moonlight creates magic against the glass stained windows. Very much like the paintings hanging in the hallways. And.. the bubbles look amazing when the light hits them. It's beautiful." He bit down on his lip, "It reminds me of you, a tad."

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        Ice glazed over one of the stony window panes, catching Glimmer’s attention as she walked through the halls, tugging her cloak around her a bit tighter—as much as she could anyway with the stack of books clutched tightly into the crook of her arm. The winter months at Hogwarts always left her with a chill that seemed to cut straight down into her bones, the stone walls of the place only trapping the icy air inside and doing little to warm the inhabitants of the castle. Still, her feet tapped against the ground, the pace sounding swift to her own ears. It was unable to be helped however with the way that her nerves jumped inside her, leaving her heart to pound heavily against her ribs as she made her way back to the Slytherin Common Room.

        For the entirety of the morning, Glimmer hadn’t seen Marvel in any of her classes and the idea worried her. It was strange, the separation anxiety that washed over her even through her time at home during the holidays. It scared her to think that nothing felt the same, all shades of gray, without him there. Would it always be that way? Swiftly, she murmured that password and slipped inside the Common Room, blue hues scanning until the locked on the form that she was looking for. Her body shivered at the sight of him and she made her way over, swearing that she heard her name fall from his lips.

        Gentle fingers ran over his back, brows furrowed in worry as she sat next to him.

                       “Marv..?”

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The cold weather felt some how colder, despite the hot mark imprinted on his inner left arm. He spent the winter break alone, his entire body curled in on itself trying to warm up. He thought of Glimmer and how much loved her. The heat of the fireplace seeped into the skin of his face and still he felt cold. His fingernails raked into his scalp as he ran his fingers through his hair. Desperate and lonely, Marvel grasped at the rest of his sanity. His lily pond eyes stared into the flame, the light burning his irises. Still, he stared. Any sort of pain felt heavenly, anything to feel like he still had a little bit of fight left in him. There had to be something for him to hold on to. He realized that he only had his sisters. And Glimmer Belcourt.

Marvel heard her soft food steps come through the door. He knew it was her, a sense deep in his heart had told him. He felt her come to him, run his fingers down her back. A shiver traveling down his spine, spreading across his abdomen. It was cold, frozen. He turned, grasping her hand tight in his. Perhaps too tight. Wrapping his long arms around her thighs and laying his head on her belly. Marvel let her warmth cover his entire body. He heard her quiet heartbeat underneath his ear. Eventually, the tears that burned up his tear ducts spilled over his eyelids and he nuzzled into the scratchy material of her vest.

               "I'm so scared."

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Marvel's father forces him to take the Dark Mark and officially become a Death Eater for Lord Voldemort.

The mark seemed moved across his arm, burning slightly. The boy flexed his forearm, toned muscles distorting the tattoo across his flesh. For a moment, it burned intensely. Was he summoning his Death Eaters? His fingers curled into a fist trying to ignore the pain. "I can't leave. I can't go. I'm in school. Doesn't he know that?" His hushed whispering scorching his throat. Three nights of crying, of screaming. The days before winter break ended were the worst, enduring the pain and being constantly in a magic induced stupor. His father was proud. Proud that he had taken on the Dark Mark and had become a loyal member of Voldemort's Army. Marvel didn't want this. Never wanted this but never had the thought occurred to him to disobey his father. To disobey him would shame him.

His fingers grasped at the dark robe, pulling it down to cover up the tattoo as a couple of first years clambered their way in, talking as loud as they could. Broad shoulders slumped, head held in his hands. Eyelids squeezed shut tight, almost uncomfortably. The boy was trying to hold back hot tears as they burned from his tear ducts. The heart pumping blood inside his body overworked it self. He felt it running on fumes, an empty feeling inside his chest. Where was Glimmer when he needed her? He needed her now. What was he going to do when he forced to go to the Dark Lord? Marvel didn't want to leave her, he didn't want to forsake their bond, their trust by being forced to kill someone. He would think of her and how disappointed she would be.

"Fuck.. Glim."

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"That’s what I’m saying. I only tease you because I care," she batted her lashes at him, placing her free hand to  her chest for a moment. "It might.. lessen, but it’ll never go away. It’s part of who I am." As they walked, she leaned against him just slightly despite already holding his hand. "It’s true," her voice was quiet, looking over at him with a raised brow. "The Prefect’s bathroom?" 

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"And I love that you care. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." Heart fluttering as her eyelashes batted in his direction. He stared into her liquid eyes for a moment before catching himself. "I don't want it to ever go away. I hope you know that." Their fingers laced together, he found himself looking over at her. "Oh, yep! Prefect's bathroom. I have to show you something. It'll be great." He slipped inside, pushing the heavy door and finding himself in the large bathroom.

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"Wouldn’t you be worried if I suddenly wasn’t teasing you?" she asked, a brow raised. "Oh come on, you know I think you’re the best guy I know," giving him a look, she gently squeezed his fingers, letting out a contended sigh at the feeling. "Okay," she whispered, looking over at him. I’d follow you anywhere.

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"Perhaps, I would be. You're saying I should just endure your teasing? Is it going away anytime soon?" He smiled down at his shoes, liking the comment. "Yea, I know." His heart raced as she squeezed his fingers. Smirking, he pulled her into the direction of the prefect's bathroom, walking down long corridors before stopping at a large metal door.

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          ❝—And, why should I answer that question?❞

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"Because you are on my territory and I don't know who you are."

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"Mhm. You just keep talking. Whatever you have to say to sleep at night, Marvy," she grinned, clearly teasing. As their shoulders bumped, she sucked in a breath before letting her hand trail across her arm, coming to find his own. "Really great? Hmm.. Okay, I think I could go for that."

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"Pfft. You're always teasing me. I'm a good guy, alright? I'm a good prefect. You're bringing me down, babe." Marvel felt her cool fingers on his warm ones. His large hands enveloped hers and he held her dainty fingers underneath his. He felt complete. "Good. Follow me, alright?"

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"Got stationed here that’s all. Doing my manditory internship under your head peacekeeper.

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"You're training to be a peacekeeper? Kinda hard to believe."

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"We’ve both been prefects for two years now, I know at least a little," she chuckled quietly, not wanting to make too much noise. "Mm, see, I guess it’s a little bit fun, but I’m not trying to stroke your ego.”

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"Okay, maybe just a little. But I've been on rounds by myself and I'm pretty good." His footsteps edged closer to hers, their shoulders bumping slightly. "Ah, fine. Whatever. How about I show you something really great?"

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"Interesting." His eyebrows raised. "What are you doing here?"

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"You are aware that I don’t believe you for a second," she grinned, trying to still the pounding of her heart as he touched her hair. "It’s okay, I guess. I have nothing better to do, anyway.”

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Shrugging his broad shoulders, "Well, you weren't around to see. So I could be telling the truth." He wanted to touch her a little more but was terrified to. "You guess? I thought you liked going on rounds with me."

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      “It’s not complete denial,” she gave him a look. “I didn’t start slacking until you came along.”

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"I was the perfect prefect before you came along." He flicked a stray strand of blonde hair away from her face. "Besides, you enjoy this. I know you do."

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“Mischief? Whatever do you mean, Marv? We’re model prefects, making sure everyone follows the rules.”

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Chuckling, "Ah, Glim. Your denial is not very convincing."

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"So, what sorts of mischief do you want to get ourselves into tonight, Glim?"

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family verse;

Good Evening, my loves! My soul twin (glimmerofdistrict1) and I have decided.. after headcanoning the frick out of Glarvel’s children… to create an AU with Glarvel’s family. Now, we really need your help because we really can’t play our own children.

The setting of this AU is obviously District 1. Marvel volunteered for his Games and ended up winning while Glimmer did not compete in the Hunger Games and did not volunteer. They married right after Marvel came home from the Games. They are going to have four children. Three girls and one boy.

I will quickly make up an application for them if this post gets enough notes. It won’t be long and it won’t be painful, trust me. We just want to make sure you know what you are getting into. :3 Just like this post if you are interested and I will put up the app. It would also be nice if you perhaps reblogged this post so your followers may see. I only have about 25 followers and that’s definitely not enough.

Underneath the cut are the four Vanderbilt children. :3

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