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amycus-carrows · 2 years

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healerbones:

Edgar sighed. So he did look that pathetic. Edgar was in a good place in his career, but his family life was non-existent, and that was all that he ever wanted in his life. He always wanted kids. He was gifted with two girls that he would still do anything and everything for. Unfortuantely, in saving Lexi’s life, he lost both of them.

He studied the other for a moment. “You buy this round, and I’ll buy the next, sound good?” he asked slowly. His words were already slightly slurred, but he wasn’t one to accept free drinks from just anyone. Usually, he was the one to offer to buy a drink first.

Tonight was just a bad night for him.

“That sounds wonderful,” Amycus purred, flagging down the bartender for two more of what Edgar was having. He sat down on the stool next to Edgar, leaning on it just so to expose the line of his throat and collarbone, just to see what it would do. “It’s just- you seem familiar,” he continued, “Maybe you just have that kind of face... or-” he made a bit of a show of staring at Edgar’s face. It wasn’t an unpleasant act by any means. “- Or have I seen your face in the Prophet?”

The girl behind the bar was quick about their order, and two glasses appeared in front of them. He sent her a wink and made a mental note to tip her later, so she’d know to make a habit of it.

“Regardless, I’ve heard misery loves company, isn’t that so?”

#marvel-edgar-001 #modern-edgar/amycus-001 #first exposure #edgar

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amycus-carrows · 2 years

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First Exposure | Ed/Amy

It was a bad night. In fact, it was probably one of the lowest nights that Edgar experienced in a long time. It was his daughters’ 10th birthday, and their mother (Edgar’s ex-wife) was throwing a huge party for them, and he was barred from attending. Since she had custody, she could decide if he was allowed or not. He did get to talk to his daughters (or, he spoke to Lexi… Ella wouldn’t even take the phone) and wish them a happy birthday, but other than that, there was nothing that he could do.

Nothing except go to a bar down the road (not his usual either) and get so drunk that he forgot what day it was… maybe even who he was. While part of Ed was tempted to go into work, he knew he’d make mistakes since he was just coming off of a double shift.

The man pounded back another shot of whiskey (also not his drink of choice, but it got him drunk much faster) and glanced over at the man next to him. Did he really look that pathetic? “Everything okay?”

@amycus-carrows

There are goals to be have in life, Amycus finds. Money, he has down, but he’s not exactly unique in that regard. Looks, naturally, but money can buy looks. Lastly, then, power. Influence. It’s not so much a goal as it is a craving. And Amycus Carrow knows how to satisfy a craving.

So when there’s a well-known, potentially genius healer who appears to be down on his luck and looking to forget about his woes for a while, who is Amycus to deny him?

“I was just wondering the same thing about you,” he says, quietly, with just a bit of intimacy. There’s two ways this can go, he knows, either he becomes the shoulder to cry on, the good friend with the good drugs, or he becomes the drug. “I don’t normally do this,” he lies, “But you don’t seem like the usual sad bastard at the bar, just a bit down on your luck. Let me buy you one of those, hmm?”

#first exposure #marvel-edgar-001 #modern-edgar/amycus-001 #edgar

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amycus-carrows · 2 years

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St. Elmo’s Fire (1985) dir. Joel Schumacher

#mood #seb!amycus

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amycus-carrows · 2 years

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when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges it’s ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool’ but when i do it i’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to move on?’ what kind of double standard honestly…..

#Corvid inspo

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amycus-carrows · 2 years

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#aesthetic

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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Bet on it | Open

“Thank you! Thank you! Yes, I know you think it’s bullshit and my advice to you is- don’t bet on the wrong team next time!”

#afracturedstarter #he could be adressing you or he's just talking to a crowd

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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“I have a full mind to let you.” Benjy breathes, grinning slightly before diving back in to kiss Amycus with everything he’s work. Benjy quickly gives in to Amycus’s control of the kiss, groaning in the back of his throat when Amycus pushes him up against the counter even harder.

This was one of his favorite things about sex-it allowed him to relinquish control if he wanted to, he was able to give in and not think twice, not worry about if he’s making the right move, if he’ll win the match, if he’ll stay relevant enough. Sex is the one thing he knows he’s good at, regardless of how he does it or who he does it with.

“Your house, your choice, love.” Benjy says as he flings his shirt over his head, letting out the smallest gasp when Amycus pulls him close and starts to kiss and bite at his neck.

“Put me where you want me and fuck me like you mean it.”

Amycus buries his head in the side of Benjy’s neck, all but growling, “Holy fucking-” and bends down to lift the other man the short distance up on the counter. They probably look like something straight out of a cheesy porn video, but Amy can’t say he minds.

“Here it is, then,” he says, as he makes quick work of whatever errand pieces of clothing still remain on Benjy’s body.

Amycus feels the high of it all from the bottom of his spine to the tips of his fingers, He doesn’t have to think about jack shit right now except chasing that high and making this boy forget his own damn name.

#benjy #april visits #spicy #not for muggles #we can end it here

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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seekerbenjy:

“Now I’m almost positive you’re hitting on me.”

Benjy grins and, even though its not offered, he takes Amycus’s other hand, easily lacing their fingers together.

“Lead the way, boss.”

Benjy keeps his smirk in place until they’re at the top of the stairs, then, in one smooth motion, he uses his grip on Amycus’s hand to pull the other man to him, letting the impact of Amycus’s weight be enough to propel him into the wall. Benjy grins for the brief moment before their lips meet again, and Benjy lets out a small moan as he melts into the kiss, moving both of his hands up to bury in the back of Amycus’s hair, already willing to give into him completely.

“Hope you don’t bruise easily.” Benjy murmurs as he pulls away from Amycus’s mouth to kiss greedily along the side of his neck, biting down gently when he gets to the top of his collarbone

A grin plays over Amycus’ face as they head up, and widens when Benjy pulls him into him. He relishes in the press of their bodies and braces himself against the wall as they kiss, the bottle of whiskey almost forgotten in his other hand.

It is, indeed, a filthy kiss; the drag of their lips almost leisurely. He groans into Benjy’s mouth at the feeling of his hands in his hair, pulling just hard enough to send a thrill down his spine.

A moan escapes him at the feeling of Benjy’s teeth on his skin. “Fuck, I hope I do,” he manages, breathing heavily.

He separates them briefly, to get them through the door at the top of the stairs and into the apartment, which is blessedly dark and empty. There, he puts the bottle down on the closest thing he can reach, and pulls Benjy against him again. Amy kisses him greedily, leaning against what turns out to be a kitchen counter.

Now that they’re upstairs he feels free to let his hands wander to find warm skin and hard lines under the hem of Benjy’s shirt. “You are,” he says, as he kisses along his jaw and to the soft skin of his throat, “Ridiculously fit,” and turns them so he can press Benjy against the counter.

“If you want a bed, you’d better tell me, because I have half a mind to fuck you on the nearest available surface.”

#benjy #april visits #thirst psa the read more is for spicy language #spice alert

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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#the basilisk #alcohol cw

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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seekerbenjy:

“Are you hitting on me?”

The joke slides out of Benjy’s voice as Amycus’s finger doesn’t waver.

“Cause it’s working.” Benjy’s eyes find Amycus’s and he sinks into the colors they contain.

“Fuck it.” He says, mostly to himself, as he gives into the inevitability of Amycus’s lips.

Benjy chuckles softly as they pull apart, feeling the flush of excitement color the top of his cheeks.

“I’d ask what time you get off but I’d hate to give you an opportunity to be filthier and cleverer than me.”

Alecto’s going to have his balls for this, he thinks, as Benjy kisses him in full view in the middle of the club he’s supposed to be running. Like any good addict, though, Amycus is not really concerned about the consequences of his actions at the moment.

So he kisses back hungrily, and the hand that’d tipped Benjy’s chin up slides to the back of his neck.

He chuckles after they break apart, though with what breath he doesn’t know, it doesn’t feel like there’s much of it left in this lungs.

“I don’t think ‘anytime’ would’ve been all that clever, but I do happen to be in charge of the schedules around here.” He smirks, completely unable to stop himself, “I’d love to put some hours into being filthier and cleverer than you.”

On a whim, Amy grabs the bottle of whiskey off the bar. “How about it, Witch Weekly’s man of the year?” He turns towards the door that goes up to the apartment and makes sure to lock eyes with Benjy as he takes a swig of the whiskey and pushes it open.

#benjy #april visits #spice alert #absolute idithots

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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Mary shrugged,“Trying not to judge to quickly but I think it started happening about when he started. Of course he’s a know somebody who knows sombody hire.” Mary walks across from him taking the opposite chairs down along with Amycus.

Mary laughed brightly. “It means it’s cheap jewelry, it’s the copper and the oil on your skin or something. Not exactly a scientist but it’s not magic.” Smiling she adds. “I take it you don’t wear fake jewelry often.”

“Pretty good, wrote a few songs actually.” Mary felt herself working up the courage to ask. A bit of expectation in her eyes.

“Noted.” Amycus sighed, “Listen, sometimes you need a last-minute pianist for the christmas soirée and you know a girl, but it’s like the day before the party and she ends up having a dead-beat son in need of a job.” He shrugged as he walked over to the till to start the count for the day. “But hey, if he’s the one nicking things, that’s as good a reason as any to lay him off.”

He held up a hand, where the Carrow signet ring rested on his pinky finger. “Don’t think Alecto would let me if I tried. She insists she’s allergic or some shit.”

“Songs?” he asked, surprised, “Musically inclined, are you? Huh.”

#mary #april visits

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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“You’d have to have one in order for me to break it, wouldn’t you, Harlot?”

Benjy’s eyes sparkle as his smile grows into a proper grin.

“You’re right, that is a lot more fun to say. But you don’t need to worry, Amycus, I doubt other places would have the same….appeal that yours does. And naturally by that I’m meaning Sandra.”

Benjy leans over the bar, getting close and staying close.

“You know what my favorite thing about you is, Amycus?” Benjy says thoughtfully, staring at his lips again for a moment, letting the anticipation hang between them for a moment before he meets Amycus’s eyes.

“You didn’t even bother to pretend to flatter me about Quidditch. Or mention that I won last week. Almost like you don’t give a shit bout me…but I think you just might.”

Amy’s hand lands on his own chest, wincing dramatically. “Ouch,” he says, as he shoots Sandra, who has raised an amused eyebrow at their antics, a clear are you seeing this shit?- look.

“No, he’s right,” she says, as she picks up a tray laden with, frankly, too many cocktails, “You are a heartless harlot.”

“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal,” Amycus sighs. And if he shoots Benjy a cheeky smile, well... that’s between them and the whiskey.

And then Benjy’s close, face only inches away from him and Amycus breathes in sharply, feeling that familiar, addictive fire surge through his veins.

“Yeah, well, kissing arse is a little tame for my tastes,” he says, leaning heavily on the bar.

Frankly, he thinks Benjy’s sloth grip catch had been a rather elegant maneuver, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Do I give a shit?” he continues, as he reaches out a finger to tip Benjy’s chin up ever so slightly, “- you can fuck around and find out, if you’d like.”

#benjy #april visits

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amycus-carrows · 3 years

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mode-valerie:

“Its carelessness nothing more so don’t flatter yourself, Carrow.” She replied with a stern face.

Valerie studied his face for a moment, his expression was unfamiliar and she couldn’t quite work out what he was thinking. “Do you want me to have a reason to come back?”

“Oh, miss Mode,” he said, ducking his head in a false approximation of bashfulness, “I’d never be so bold as to assume you’d care.” If he’d had a flat cap, he might’ve pulled it off, just to complete the picture and get under her skin.