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ivettexmonroe​:

   There was a brief moment of fear that struck Ivy. Sometimes people who were caught in their moment of rage didn’t see reason or didn’t see clearly and anyone was an enemy in that moment. She had learned that with her father. It was something that was rarely spoken at the Monroe household but she remembers clearly the pain from being hit right across the face. It’s as if she’s bracing herself for impact. Her shoulders were tense and she was gripping onto the strap of her bag tightly but then that eased up when he finally spoke up. There was so much blood but it didn’t bother Ivy. She wasn’t very squeamish to begin with. She pulled back her handkerchief and put it away when he didn’t take it. “I know. It’s not my first run in with one.” She said as she looked around as the people behind him gathered the other man. “Sorry about that. I know it’s not my place but I tend to react and not think.” 

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Amycus had a talent for ignoring the things happening around him, especially when it was aftermath to something he’d been involved in, and already he found himself so amused by the younger girl that the beaten man behind him was a distant memory. Tilting his head, a proper grin escaped him, along with a chuckle. “Why are you apologizing? Did you chuck someone out a window, too? I wasn’t going to apologize for that.” She hadn’t done anything that warranted apologies as far as he was concerned. “I should be apologizing to you, probably, for having made you witness it, or something, but this is Knockturn.” He shrugged, more chuckles escaping him in his amusement. “And I’m reactive, too.”

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♕ —- Pandora was certain that she had read moments like this in a number of books that she had read over the years. And she would be lying if she didn’t admit that she hadn’t imagined something like this happening with Amycus. When she was on her own– which she was quite often– she daydreamed of all of this and it was something that had been happening more often as of late. But, every time she let herself drift off to that corner of her imagination she had to remind herself that things were a little more complicated when it came to her and who was welcomed in her personal life. And she didn’t have the full choice in that.

♕ —- Her gaze drifted up and her expression softened at the small gesture that he had given her. She looked to the simple band that rested on her finger that had been a gift from him. It was too small to be noticed by anyone who wasn’t aware of its presence but for her it meant everything. 

♕ —- “It’s not trivial,” she finally spoke and she gave his hands a squeeze. “And truthfully, I certainly wouldn’t turn you away but we both know that as much as I want something, I don’t have the full choice to give it.” She took a deep breath and leaned back knowing that her father had plans for her and to get him to change his mind was next near to impossible. Something would have to be given for her father’s advancement. What his daughter wanted didn’t matter. “Your food is going to subjected to bugs if you don’t eat up, Amycus,” she added trying to remind herself not to get her hopes up.

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Amycus liked to forget things that inconvenienced him, and when Pandora didn’t give him a no, he remembered a lot of them. Who they were, what their families were like, what kind of expectations those families had; he rather liked forgetting how complicated their families liked to make .. everything. But he remembered now, regrettably, and, somehow, he managed to keep much of the disappointment the thoughts brought him off of his face, though – that likely had more to do with Pandora, and how gentle she was being in reminding him.

His smile, soft though it was, hadn’t wavered, but he rubbed his thumbs over her fingers, and he dropped his head to kiss them, too, before letting her go as she leaned back. “It’s trivial to me, Angel, and to them, because it means nothing on paper. But if you like it, then you’re my girl, and that’s that. I’ll take that, for now. Until you tell me you want me to talk to your father.”

He gave her another grin, a cheeky one, as he shifted himself on the blanket to pull something from his trouser pocket. “Extra protein,” he teased her, even as he reached for another sandwich in the next beat, settling himself back as he’d been. The food was delicious, it always was, and he did prefer it to be bug free, she wasn’t wrong. But then, Pandora was never wrong. Not once. Not ever. With half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth (very polite, Amycus) he blindly pulled a wand from his pocket to resize her gift, handing it over (and removing the sandwich and swallowing) before speaking, “Do you remember when I told you I thought maybe Caesar would have a talent for art? It turns out that he doesn’t, really, but he did his best, and I thought you’d really enjoy it, so I’ve brought you his ‘masterpiece’.” 

[dameaylins]

Dirty Dancing (1987)

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@pxndoram

[dumbcrushsuggestions]

Due to personal reasons I will be loving you with my whole heart

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madgreengrass​:

⛧﹁ “I’m sure you were helpful for Cora. Unless she was just using you then I couldn’t really speak for her. Um,” he looked down and away from Amycus, licking his lips, “I’ll be sure to uh send an owl and let you know. I mean I am free once I lock up and all b-but you don’t have to accept if you’re busy.”

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“Well, when it’s Cora, it’s always both, but hey, that’s family, right?” The blond shrugged, not willing to think too much about it. He let out another laugh, though, in a decently chipper mood and willing to let it be known. “I’m taking a turn as an errand boy at the end of the day, Mads, I’m clearly free. Also? Stop that shit,” he added, raising a finger and aiming it at the Greengrass. “You know better. Don’t offer me an out after I agree to things.”

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coramulciber​:

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Cora didn’t have words that would encompass how relieved she was to hear Am’s voice– she’d felt so very alone standing in front of the ruined shop, but he always seemed to show up right at moments like this when she needed him most. From that first day in England to when she’d needed to convince the courts to let her keep her siblings, to now. 

“A week, huh?” Her voice wasn’t quite steady, but she tried her best to smile as she turned round to face him. She didn’t really know how to thank him for showing up, for offering the help she needed but never would have asked for, but then again he didn’t seem too interested in having that conversation. “The merchandise all has to go– we’ve got no guarantee it hasn’t been contaminated, so it can’t be sold. If something doesn’t look repairable, just vanish it. Living plants stay, I’ll sort them out myself.” It felt better to have a plan, even one she’d come up with on the spot, so she kept going. “Damage control before anything else– once the windows are fixed and the rubble’s cleared and the inside’s dried out, the.. mail order part of the business can start back up. That can keep us afloat a while.”

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Amycus knew there was nothing he could do to make all of this..... better. He could make it easier to tolerate, to tackle, to deal with, but he couldn’t take it away. Even just looking at her, he wanted to, and he felt that little twinge of guilt that he was sure most of his friends didn’t, the one that spoke volumes to what kind of Death Eater he was. Nodding back at her as he considered what he’d said, he still meant it; a week could be doable. Laying his hand on top of her head in an annoying (but familiar, he did this all the time) way, he repeated himself. “A week. I said what I said.”

Was it going to be easy? No, but, hell, it would keep him busy, that was for certain, and he’d much prefer breaking his back to help get things situated for Cora again than to be holding bullshit office hours and meetings with people he didn’t care about. But it was better she already had a plan, and Amycus was sure she’d already had far too long to think about it all, and bout how hard it was all going to be. “Well, a week to be a viable storefront, again,” he corrected, allowing for the fact that, she, you know, was right. They would never control how fast she could restock - not when half of town would be doing similarly, amongst other variables. “But alright. That, that I can do.” Clapping his hands together, he gave the mess another look, considering it all. He’d clear out the shop floor first, then the rubble, that’d be easy enough. “Hey, come on. It’s a mess, I get that, but it’s not forever. We’re gonna get this cleaned up, we’ll have you back on your feet in no time. You’re not gonna have to rely on the mail order side for long. You won’t. And now’s the perfect chance to redo the layout, right?”

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getfenwicked​:

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♕ — Edmund tipped his head back as he chuckled. Only Amycus would come up with that sort of nickname like Dmun the Demon and get away with it. And only Amycus would from murderous to jovial within seconds. Edmund shook his head out of amusement as he returned his friend’s hug and patted Amycus on the back. “As long as I’m still the prettiest,” he remarked with a playfully roll of his eyes. “Not really hungry but I could use a drink. Think you can make time for that? Catch me up on what’s been going on lately.”

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His antics weren’t always rewarded with smiles and easy forgiveness, but when it was, Amycus knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Not hungry????” he repeated the words, hand moving to his heart like he’d been stabbed – though the promise of (more) alcohol meant that his grin remained in place the entire time. “Yeah, of course I can make time for that, and there’s been plenty happening. I mean, I could make more time if we were throwing a meal in, here, but we can make it work,” he teased, stepping away from the scene of his mischief. “You do lose points, but, you’re still the prettiest, don’t worry.”

[bob-belcher]

[dylanstopper]

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[valtsv]

is there any hotter look than disheveled and slightly bloody

[bpd-trichster]

I don’t have a god complex. I have a demon complex. I think I’m the worst.

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blackofheart​:

This was a scene Bellatrix had witnessed more than once or twice in her life-long friendship with Amycus Carrow. It was like deja vu, she knew exactly what was going to happen with all the confidence in the world. She would know exactly the right moment to make herself know, uncross her arms from their place over her chest and let the closest person she had to a brother know that play time was over. She watched the blood spill for a moment of two, eyes following the red strained trail it made with a shine of hunger, before shaking her head and snapping herself from the faze she’d wandered into. “Amycus!” She cried, repeating her call until he turned to her. She shook her head, this time in frustration, before making a grab for his bicep to pull him up. “Honestly Amycus, a little subtly wouldn’t go amiss,” She muttered as though she was an expert in anything subtle, “One day I am going to start refusing your invitation for drinks you know.”

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He never considered laying a finger on her, but Amycus blinked at her fingers curled around his arm, something about the touch grounding him back into the moment – truthfully, the man was pretty easily distracted, generally speaking, and if anyone knew how to distract him efficiently, it was Bella. “Subtlety?” he repeated, but the gruffness in his voice had been replaced with humour and confusion. “I don’t know the meaning of the word.” He gave the woman a smile, rising and stepping over and away from his victim as he knew she wished him to, and to his credit, when he shook her hand off of him a beat later, he did so gently. He also did so so he could go ahead and clean himself up, but that was beside the point. “I might have gotten here a little early,” he explained, “and this gent might have been regaling me with some wild stories about some ladies we know to keep me entertained while I waited. Something had to be done, and subtle wasn’t doing the trick.”  

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♕ —- Pandora had been caught. She could hear the footsteps gaining on her and she knew that she had to face the consequences. She could only hope that it was simply her brother coming to tell her to go back to her room and not one of their parents. She turned to face the other only to see it wasn’t anyone she was related to. In fact that it was one of her brother’s friends– or maybe someone who was in his social circle– she recognized his face but they have never had a conversation before now. She tilted her head to the side as she looked him over. He was dressed for the occasion but he asked if he could escape with her. She wondered why when she wanted to be out there with everyone else wearing a dress that wasn’t the simple one that she had on then. 

♕ —- But he did ask if he may come with her and Pandora couldn’t resist a possible new friend or one that knew the proper phrase to use. “I was going to go back to the kitchens,” she answered finally and lifted her head back to look at him properly. “But yes, you may come along. Maybe the elves will be kind to us and let us have another piece of cake.”

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There were so many things that Amycus was forgetting just then, important things, things which would have helped him tremendously in this moment, but the one thing he remembered was himself – apparently, Amycus didn’t mind standing under the weight of this young woman’s inspection. No, he straightened himself out and knocked the grin down into a more respectable, softer smile instead. “If I’d known you were hiding in the kitchens this entire time, I would never have been in there,” Amycus said, far too honestly, and without a drop of shame as he jerked his thumb over the shoulder in the direction of the party.

But that was a bold thing to say to someone you hadn’t seen with your own eyes for years, even for Amycus. And if he’d thought about what he’d said more carefully, or what she’d said, he’d have known who she was a lot sooner. There were only so many reasons to be in a kitchen when there was a party on, but when given the choice between hanging out in a kitchen with a woman he’d just decided moments prior that he’d follow anywhere (anytime), and a party, Amycus would choose the kitchen every single time. “And I think this is the first time in my life that a piece of cake would be the cherry on top, and not the highlight of, an entire night.”

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cfobsidian​:

“amycus!” edgar wailed as came up strolling next to the other– and the tiger!! a smile spreads across his lips as he looks over at amycus. “can i pet him??” he asks curiously, though the next came the abundances of questions that edgar has all the time whenever he meets with someone he hasn’t seen in a while. “taking advantage of this nice day? i was just picking up a few items before heading home, the fiance is cooking brunch if you care to come over. the tiger could come too.” he says with a shrug. it would nice to have people over in the quaint home that they purchased not too long ago. “i think that everything is finally coming together at home. i’ve been planning to have everyone over, at some point. but we haven’t gotten that far yet.” 

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Even Amycus had to admit it was nice to be greeted so enthusiastically, but maybe that was because Amycus so rarely was. He gave Edgar a grin, nodding, and gesturing with a sweeping motion to please be his guest and pet the tiger. “He loves it, he’ll be so devastated if you don’t,” he assured the man. “His name is Caesar,” he added, sure that was information Edgar would want to know.  But brunch sounded wonderful to Amycus; he was sold from the very first mention. Unlike some people (cough cough Augustus cough cough) the Carrow was incredibly food motivated. “I would love brunch, Ed, that sounds great. Should you warn, her, maybe, about him? Or is she very good with surprises?”

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coramulciber​:

who: open (general) where: in front of hemlock herbology, diagon alley

Cora had known it wasn’t going to be good from the moment she’d heard the news, but she’d still been at a loss for words when she saw the shop– windows smashed, leaves and dirt strewn out onto the cobblestones. Théa’s drawings torn and soaked by the morning’s rain. The Hemlock Herbology sign torn down, something black smeared over the letters she and her father had painted a decade ago.

But she’d come to her senses quickly and set about fixing it. The windows were the biggest problem– no sense cleaning up the inside when it was still exposed to the elements. She was in the middle of sealing a crack that reparo wouldn’t touch with spellotape when she heard footsteps behind her.

“We’re not open.” That was an understatement, wasn’t it? “I, um. I don’t know when we’ll be open again.”

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"By the end of the week.” Amycus hadn’t bothered trying to mask his footsteps – between all of the broken glass, and the freshness of the previous night’s attack, and how well he knew Cora, Amycus knew better than to sneak up on her just now, especially when not coming in the front door. He came to a stop a step behind her, and just to the side, surveying the damage, and the steps she’d already taken towards repairing it.

Overall, Amycus didn’t have plans to be spotted much in the street today; he’d been among those wreaking havoc the night prior, so good photo-op or not, he didn’t want to be seen. He’d known some of the people he cared about were going to be affected in some way or other. Those people, what had they done? It was collateral damage, it was, he understood that. But he couldn’t justify it, not for all of them. The woman beside him was family, of course he was here to help her. Quietly, sure, but Cora wouldn’t have wanted him to make a fuss about it, anyways. He knew that, too.

“We’re gonna need some room to work,” he said, offering no option to argue against his assistance, “so just tell me where you want me to start clearing things out. Do you know what’s salvageable, yet? Anything?”