#fallencrowns

[taleswrittena]

@fallencrowns​ sent 💔 (liliana and marc)

6. My muse finds yours unconscious in an alleyway.

He hasn’t heard from her for a while. Both Steven and Marc had grown worried and while he had been previously against anything to do with Liliana, she has somehow wormed her way into his heart. If something had happened to her, he wants to know and he wants to protect her.

So after talking Steven down from thinking the worst, Marc sets out to find the woman. He remembers where she’d told them she was so he goes from there. It takes a little while of searching but eventually he finds her, in some alleyway.

His heart sinks, from this distance he can not tell if she’s alive or dead, so before Marc knows it he’s practically running to her side. Quickly he kneels down beside her, “Liliana?” Reaching two fingers out to her neck, he feels her pulse. Steady. She’s alive. A feeling of relief washes over him.

“Lilana. Wake up. Come on, don’t do this to us. Wake up.” He doesn’t want to have to take her to the hospital but he will, if that’s what it takes. Is she hurt? He can’t tell but randomly passing out in a alleyway seems unlikely.

[thatsecondsalemboy]

@fallencrowns asked: “Anger makes you careless.”

He wasn't even sure why he was angry.

Maybe it was because anger was easy. Because he no longer had to be afraid of his anger, afraid of showing it, didn't have to squash it down until it erupted out of him any longer. For so long anger had meant indescribable destruction beyond his control, but now it was different. Now he didn't have to worry about hiding who he was, the rage wasn't quite so wild.

That being said, there were still times, like now, when the anger crawling within him messed things up, when he let himself fall too much into it that he let other things get sloppy. A hint of colour rose to his cheeks, a mixture of frustation and shame and he closed his eyes, exhaling forcefully as he tried to calm himself.

"I'm sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth, swallowing roughly.

[bcbliophile]

@fallencrowns​ Helga & Salazar 

“You know if you keep making that face it will freeze like that” Helaena smiled as she sat a fresh cup of tea in front of her cofounder and friend. She had just finished Herbology lessons for the day so she was spending some time in the teachers lounge, working on lesson plans and just doing some housekeeping. She had noticed Salazar looking particularly perturbed over something but she wouldn’t pry, if he wished to tell her he would. “Cream, sugar or honey?” The blonde offered, using her wand to bring the tray over to their table. 

[storiesungmoved]

@fallencrowns​ gets a plotted starter from Peter to Gwen!

Another day, another fight. Not only between him and an unknown enemy, but the war within himself. Ever since Gwen’s passing, Peter has stopped caring as much, he’s stopped pulling his punches. While he still cares if civilians get hurt, he doesn’t really care much if his enemies do - it’s what they deserve, after all. He tells himself that pulling punches gets people killed, that he has to do this, but the truth is - he’s just so angry all the time.

This time, he’d gotten in way over his head. While he had successfully won a fight, it ended up in him severely injured. The guy he’d been fighting is webbed up, with quite the amount of broken bones, waiting on the cops to come get him.

Peter is in bad shape. He’s got a few broken bones of his own, bruises, and some gashes on his body. There’s a gash in his suit from a weapon that had cut straight through him, slicing him open, and causing him to bleed. It’ll heal, he thinks, but it may take some time. He doesn’t think it’ll kill him but it certainly seems to be bleeding like crazy.

Vision blurs as he staggers away from the scene, hand pressing his hand up against the nearby wall to help steady and balance himself. He keeps walking, towards safety with his house in mind. “Just a little further...,” but he doesn’t manage to get too far, between the pain and the blood loss, he’s barely keeping himself awake.

A wave of dizziness hits the masked hero and he slumps back, back against the wall in some alleyway - at least he’d managed to duck into an alley so that he doesn’t get easily spotted and unmasked.

Slowly he slides down against the wall, hand pressed firmly against the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. A few moments later and his eyes are fluttering closed and he slumps over onto the asphalt pavement.

Some time passes, Peter doesn’t know how long, before he comes too and his eyes flutter open and at first, he barely registers her. She looks like a shadow until his vision clears and she comes into view. She’s tending to his wounds but like a startled animal, he yanks back, hands pressing against her shoulders to shove her backwards. 

Gwen...? How is this possible? No, it has to be a trick! 

A trick that fills him with rage because if his enemy is using Gwen against him, that only fuels the anger he’d had after her passing. The woman before him felt real enough, so maybe someone who had a shapeshifting ability?

“Get away from me.” He hisses through clenched teeth, voice hardened and cold. He won’t let his guard down, he won’t allow himself to believe this is Gwen as much as he wants to hope. 

“Gwen’s dead. Stop trying to trick me, it won’t work. Who are you?”

[meropes]

standing at the entrance to knockaturn alley merope would like to say that she has come a long way from the shack outside of little hangleton, and she supposes in some ways she has. here in london she has managed to put physical distance between herself and that place. her magic is more alive than it has ever been, and at least in appearance she is no longer a tramps daughter, face pretty enough now to be worthy of a coin or two thrown her way. but that is all, for she is still poor, weak and almost entirely alone in the world. though not entirely alone she thinks, her hand curled over her belly where the only companion that she can expect grows within her. though she has no idea what she has to offer her little passenger, the last gaunt in the world. her hand moves from her belly to the locket that still hangs around her, that is his inheritance, the only thing of worth she has to give. and yet for the millionth time she thinks that it would be of more use to him if she could turn it to enough coins to pay for somewhere that did not rely on her wand to keep them warm. 

she is so hungry at this point, and so in need of a mediwitch that she screws her eyes shut and decides that today is the day. and though she has thought that before, then she still had a few of toms fine clothes to sell, still bread that she could duplicate with a few of the simple spells that she knew by heart. but all that was gone now, and there was only the locket and the very last of her pride. she knows what her father would say, how he would rage at the idea of her selling her great ancestors locket somewhere as low as knockaturn alley to protect the halfblooded child within her womb. but she didn’t answer to him anymore, the baby was her family now. undoing the locket from around her neck, and tracing her finger over the S one last time the girl headed for the door. pausing when she realised there was someone already outside. “are you waiting to go in?” she asks, shuffling backwards from her path at the mere thought of inconveniencing anyone. the habits of childhood creeping in. @fallencrowns​

[witchoflegends]

@fallencrowns​ sent: 💔 ( for rowena! )

52. My muse tells yours their dark secret.

“Salazar, enough! I’ll never hate muggles as you do! Partly because I married one!” She was tired of listening to him rant and rave about his continued hatred of muggles. She was tired of knowing what he was willing to do to them, and she found herself blurting out the one thing she knew he would never want to hear. A mistake, for sure, but there was no way Rowena could put the words back into her mouth. So she might as well accept her fate. When she spoke again, her words came a lot softer. “Sometime in the 15th century I went to live amongst them. See what it was like to live as they do. I fell in love, and we had children. A set of twins. Two beautiful wizard boys, Gideon and Santana.”

[ordinariums-a]

@fallencrowns​ to lilliana // 

“    hello, hi, yes, how are you ?? are you interested in a conversation about our lord and saviour, jesus christ ?? there are a few of us, just down this path. we’d love to introduce you to a concept. nothing beats eternal liberation, after all !!    ”     he had felt her before he had seen her, which was why he was quick; slitting the guy’s throat and leaving the body by a dumpster; rushing to the entrance of the alley and pretending to be all happy-cheery to the person who was just about to walk down there. nothing like good old christianity to turn people away !!

[marvclsiums]

@fallencrowns ♥’d for a spider-man related starter!

Since Peter had come back to being Spider-Man, he was feeling somewhat better because he was at least feeling useful again, instead of just being sad and only inside his room. That was what Gwen would have wanted, anyway. So it felt natural to help the world being a better place. 

He was sitting on a roof after he had stopped some criminals, eating a sandwich, when his spider senses seemed to be panicking. He shook his head, then put his sandwich away. He almost had a heart-attack when he saw HER, though. Gwen, walking in the street, as nothing had happened. He blinked a few times, to make sure it wasn’t his mind playing with him, but no, nothing was changing. His spider senses were telling him that something was wrong, that it may be a trap, but he didn’t care at all. He jumped so he could join her. 

“Gwen.... You... You’re okay ? I-I mean... It’s good to see you.” He could feel his heart pump heavily inside his chest. She had died. He had heard her heart stop. It was so damn CONFUSING, maybe even dangerous, but he wanted to believe she was back.