#para:alecto

[carrows-heir]

Light it Up // Amycus & Alecto

@carrows-girl

The mask was the only thing hiding Amycus’s plain and indecent excitement. He’d been dying for an opportunity like this. He’d never dare complain, of course, but the run-of-the-mill Muggle torture and Order baiting had grown old; Amycus needed something new, something bigger – something better – and this fit the bill better than anything he’d dreamed of.

Alecto was with him. He’d recognize her anywhere, mask or no mask. There were others around, but the masks weren’t only to prevent bystanders from recognizing them. He was focused on Alecto and on himself, on the anticipation growing in his chest and the exhilaration flooding his veins. He gave a whoop of laughter as the group of them approached their target.

Amycus tugged on Alecto’s arm.

“I spy with my little eye a Mudblood that needs doing,” he said to her, gesturing through the window. They could see the small girl, wearing Muggle clothes and looking around her with awe, through the window of the shop. His wand arm practically itched with the desire to cast a curse and watch her scream. “What do you say we have a little fun first, eh?”

[prince-amycus]

what i need || amycus and alecto

There were no words that Amycus could pull out of the air to help him explain his need for Alecto. His body ached for her. Every step that he took was causing him pain as he moved to find her. He needed to find her. He needed her body tangled in his. He needed to hear her voice, it didn’t matter what she was saying he just needed it. Nothing else mattered aside from her. The sound of his heartbeat echoed through his body as he fought to remember to breathe. He could breathe fine, it was fine. He didn’t need her to breath… Not physically at least, but in this moment, there was nothing without her. He tossed open the door, not bothering to take off his jacket or shoes as he made his way through the house, weaving through the halls until he heard a noise. If it was a house elf it wasn’t going to live through the day, but if it was Alecto he wasn’t going to risk walking away. 

He stopped abruptly in the doorway once he saw her, her blonde hair hanging over the back of the couch was all that he needed to see to be okay. His lungs filled with air as the sound of his heartbeat let this ears. He felt himself relax as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment, his eyes trained on the back of her head. He only paused for a minute, maybe less before he walked over, his fingers pulling up her chin as he leaned down to kiss her, smiling softly against her lips, “We spend far too much time apart My Love.” 

[marcus-mck-innon-blog]

Aftermath and After Hours || Alecto + Marcus

The day had been a long one to say the least. The protest had gotten out of control and having been on the inside looking out, the horde of angry witches and wizards had been startling. It wasn’t that the Ministry hadn’t deserved it in some ways, but not everyone inside the Ministry had done something wrong and he had wanted to say something to that affect but he never would have gotten a word in and he didn’t want to make things worse. By the end, it turned out he didn’t have to say anything because things got a lot worse all by themselves.

At the end of the night he sat in a pub around the corner from the Ministry, surrounded by witches and wizards discussing what had happened at the Ministry that day. He waved the bartender over for another drink, feeling as though it was desperately needed. He had been on the inside, like many of his fellow Order members, trying to calm the chaos whilst simultaneously trying to keep his department from being trashed and his colleagues from freaking out. The public had gotten out of control. When Dumbledore had turned up, he had been relieved. 

He was glad that Dumbledore had been made interim Minister, although he knew the old wizard did not want the job and never had. Perhaps, he thought as he took a swig of the freshly poured whiskey in front of him, perhaps the Ministry would start functioning properly again. When a woman sat down beside him, he barely noticed, too busy staring at the glass of amber liquid in his right hand, thinking about the shit that was going on around them all and whether it would get better or worse from there. If he had been paying attention, he would have been startled by the presence of Alecto Carrow, who had once hooked up with him and thrown an alarming amount of books at his head. 

He hadn’t spoken to her since.

@alectocxarrow​

[amycuswants-blog]

The Roots that Clutch | |  Amycus & Alecto

The waiting was like a madness.

No, more than that. That underground prison had already taken him as far as madness. The dark, the quiet had him twisted, filled with dread. He had been buried. Whether alive or dead, it was hard to say but each hour in that grave of a room had him convinced it was dead or soon would be What else, with only a corpse for company that first shift? Their captive hadn’t actually been dead- some shrinking, less fearful part of Amycus knew that, but he was underground and alone. and alone. and alone. And maybe they were all dead. He hadn’t thought his Lord capable of giving him a task he would hate this way. Fool that he was. Was he being punished? Tested? Something unsettling in his own mind had laughed at him, as he circled the prisoner, searching for some sign of life. Needing it. Swearing and raking his fingers harshly through hair after a failed Rennervate!

But if that buried life had been a madness, this waiting for Alecto was a CRAZE.

In all the chaos of the Order’s arrival  he had circled and lingered too long, fingers searching for a hand to grasp before Disapparating, but in the end he had to leave without her, and all he could see now was blood. Images of her caked with it. Mangled. Alone. alone.

Amycus paced the manor. His rooms were empty, hers empty, his still empty. No flare from the floo. No tingle of wards welcoming her home. The Carrow twin was sick with it. Choked with it. Deranged with it. All he could taste was bile. Three times he moved between this house and their own little home. Waiting, just waiting for some sign that she would come. She had to come. When would she come?

Still and still and still Alecto wasn’t there.

And then, she was

His body wanted to sag with the relief of it. All Amycus could do was lunge, pull her into his arms, and quake as he took in the sight of her. Bruises and blood, none of them his own. 

“I needed you.” He said. You left me, he didn’t.

@murderousfury

[amycuswants-blog]

Happy Birthday, Darling | Amycus & Alecto

Amycus didn’t go to his sister’s side of the family home if he could help it. The path to her door passed too closely to that of their parents, and his mother had a nasty habit of lurking. Still, this was an important occasion and precedents must be broken. He kept his tread as light as possible, ghosting through the halls. Family dinner has been an unmitigated disaster and he wasn’t sure he could survive another parental encounter so soon.

He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but it hadn’t seemed like too much to ask for their parents to simply wish them a happy birthday and let them enjoy their meal. Oh no, they had to use their new age as a spring board for all sorts of charming expectations, waxing poetic about the day the twins would be seperated forever. Babies. Bloodlines. Bullshit.

Amycus couldn’t blame Alecto for disappearing to her room, but it had made his own escape more difficult.

Slipping inside the door to her room, Amycus finally relaxed, his stride much more leisurely as he approached where Alecto lay sprawled on a fussy little fainting couch. “Happy birthday, sweet sister.” he greeted her, perching on the edge beside her. “Get up. Get ready. We’re going out.” He wanted to take her somewhere no one would know them. Somewhere muggle if need be, where they could dance and touch and hide behind the fact that they’re didn’t look so very much alike, not if you didn’t take the time to dissect their features, so no one had to know.

Reaching inside his jacket he pulled out two cigarettes, one going to his own mouth and the other he placed at Alecto’s lips. “It’s a celebration.” He explained impishly. “And after- we’ll go home for the night.” Not back here. Home.

[bloodmoon-rising]

Alecto & Remus || Hum the Song the Soldiers Sing

DATE: June 1, 1978 LOCATION: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry; Pre-Graduation INSPIRATION: Alt J- Hunger of the Pine

  Cotton-candy clouds welcomed him to his final day on that blissful morning- the last of which he’d ever wake in his four-post bed surrounded by the three greatest boys- no, men-he’d ever met. A lump in his throat formed and little did he know it’d foreshadow the remainder of his day.

   Remus felt silly in dress robes cascading to his ankles, onyx and brand new thanks to one James Potter. He walked alone in the empty corridors as he bid the castle a solitary goodbye. The ceremony was not for an hour yet, but almost everyone was out on the grounds, gathered and talking and welcoming guests. But Remus knew he needed this moment alone, a moment of calm before the turbulence of emotions that would certainly ensue as he embraced his Professors and housemates goodbye. He was hardly sentimental, but something about the finality of his cozy life hit him repeatedly as graduation quickly snuck up on him over the past month.

  The Marauders Map was open, clutched between two, slightly shaking hands, and Remus scanned it over for signs of nearby life. He was unpleasantly surprised by a name he’d grown prejudice against since earning his Prefect badge. Alecto Carrow, a snake and a miscreant he preferred to have little to do with, suspiciously lingered in the hallway above. He yanked at his red and gold tie, loosening it around his neck, and climbed the steps in a hurry.

   Sure enough, a tuft of fiery red hair caught his eye against the dull-backdrop of grey stone and dark tapestries. Perhaps it was his inner-wolf that could sense something wrong, or maybe it was heightened senses that could read body-language in the blink of an eye, but Remus knew something was off. From the way she stood, so thin and pale, to the way her face appeared from a distance, Remus felt an odd pull somewhere in his belly.

   “Shouldn’t you be out with the rest’ve the school? There’s a celebration happening,” Remus said casually as he approached her slowly, his hands relaxed by his sides in an attempt to appear as non-threatening as humanly possible. The last thing he needed was her immediate distrust. Remus, so obsessed with figuring out the mentality of others, wished not to give away the trepidations fluttering through his mind and stomach.

   “Is everything alright?” he added quickly, taking the approach of concern over hostility. And, truthfully, an air of worry tugged against his instincts. Something was off.

    Remus just wasn’t sure what.

[bloodstained-gentleman]

Nothing but Trouble || Evlecto

It had been an exhausting day. The skin across his cheek was tight and the inside of his mouth was swollen from where he had cut it on his tooth when his wife had slapped him. Worst of all was the fear he couldn’t shake at what had almost happened. Sienna’s hand connecting with his face had rattled the beast deep within him and, for a split second, it had been set loose. There was a moment there when all he could think about was squeezing the life out of her, how beautiful a sight it would be to see the light leave her eyes. But he had reeled that part of him in at the last second. He hadn’t killer her, nor even seriously harmed her, but it had been close - far too close. Only one option remained: Alecto. He needed to return to his ritual to keep his demons at bay. 

The whole thing was Bella’s idea. She had followed him into his room and caught him using and they had talked, but none of that mattered right now because this was her idea and she was stable. Bella could always be depended on, even - no, especially - when he couldn’t depend on himself. 

That is how Evan found himself letting himself into Alecto’s apartment at 7:30pm, a briefcase full of drugs, alcohol, shackles, and knives in hand. 

[purebloodprettyboy-blog]

Here || Alecto and Amycus

“She’s not here she’s not here she’s not here.Yes she is. She’s not. She doesn’t love you anymore, she hates you, you disgust her. She’s with him, she’s got to be with him. Why would she come back to you? He’s always been superior, even as a traitor he’s better than you you know this. I know she’s here. She’s had too much, she wants to live a normal life now. Why would she fuck you when she can have literally anyone she chooses? Fag.”

With a small cry Amycus throws his dagger into the heavy mahogany front door, and the voices successfully go quiet. He removes the blade, gazing admirably at the freshly dried blood that looks like rust on the silver sharp edge, gripping the hilt so hard that the ornate Carrow crest embossed onto it is imprinting in his palm. He’d barely seen his sister since she returned a week ago as the Dark Lord had kept him on a pretty steady track of Muggle terrorism. Instead of with his sister, he’d spent the last eight nights curled around various muggles, slashing their throats as soon as their naked, spent selves fell asleep in his arms. News of a new serial killer was sweeping across the muggle world, but he was so concerned about his twin that he barely reveled in it.

He forces himself to open the door, knife heavy in his right hand. He’s not entirely sure what will happen if he has to be alone tonight, but he knows it’s going to be messy if he is.

“Alecto.” He mummers, the sound is eaten by the vast space of their home.

“Alecto?!” His voice is more on edge than he would have liked, but he needs her, surely, she has to be here.