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crunchygranolamilk · 1 month

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Chapter 1 - Out Early

TW: Implied SA, Homicide, Gore, Kidnapping

---This is the first chapter of an angsty fic I am writing with Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)/Emily (Hazbin Hotel). Both characters are AU/fannon. ---

Her hips scraped against the mud soaked burweed and blunted pebbles she was heaved into the backwoods. She deserved this. Those words repeated internally, her focus only interrupted by shooting pains as her captor yanked her wrists. She didn't fight him. She didn't want to.

Glimpses of twilight speckled the twisting silhouettes of the cottonwood and oak above her. Robert and Dorothy. They would love this. She let her mind dream of teaching Dotty about the golden hour, trusting that Dotty in turn would repeat it to her baby brother. A felled branch dragged across her spine causing her to grit her teeth. It must be just after 5. They are safe with memaw. They'll be better off this way.

Her captor finally pulled her through a clearing. The ferns and saplings around her nicked her shoulders while her knees sank into shifting earth. Now she could see him, slender and tall. His sinuous hands gripped the handle of an axe. The waning moonlight hid his features.

"After much ado," he mussed his wild hair, "let us begin." He tugged the bottom of his shirt before returning both hands to his axe. "Emily. You've been terribly clumsy about all this."

"How--," she froze. She could accept divine retribution at the hands of a stranger for what she had done. A deranged madman unwittingly dispensing justice. That would be the Lord's sense of humor. She was careful in her clean up. Not even the priest could be called to question. So, who the hell was this?

"Ah-ah," he cut her off as he knelt before her, leaning on the head of his axe like a cane. "This is a monologue, darling. Don't step on my line."

With him this close she could finally make out his face– teeth barred, eyes narrowed, reeking of Dapper Dan. Still, she had no recollection of her executioner.

"You never struck me as a murderess," he chuckled. "You were pure doe-eyes and all platitudes when last we met. A decade can really do a girl wonders! Unfortunately for yourself," he leaned in close enough for her to smell the rye on his breath, "your little experiment with mariticide has tangled our paths once again." Standing, he began a deliberate pace in his miniature round. This stage set to feature the rest of their lives. "Mimzy's brother was a bit of a rakehell, and was certainly a mechanic at the table. Surely that wasn't reason to cause my dear friend's heart to break."

Mimzy. Emily should have known Robert’s conniving shylock of a sister would figure it out. She knew what her brother was capable of, what kind of misery he'd put her through. Yet she still sent her button man.

"Finally catching up?" Biting his lower lip, Alastor breathed a satisfied hum. "That makes it so much better for me." Emily's eyes followed the axe blade as Alastor wound up for the swing. Her ears filled with the thrum of her still beating heart.

A rustling came from beyond the weeds causing both captor and captive to turn. Whatever was moving towards them carried itself with a deliberate gate. Alastor crouched and held a finger to his lips. With misguided faith, Emily obeyed. Then came snarling.

Two dark mongrels leapt from the surrounding thickets. One latched onto Alastor's leg, the other to his neck. Alastor swung his axe desperately, only feeling contact with one blow. He screamed and fought until the spray from a shotgun ripped into his back. A sharp whistle cut through the air and the dogs heeled reflexively. Alastor, laid out on the earth, forced his mind to spin a tale that would paint himself a hero. Surely fellow hunters would understand.

Unfortunately for himself, these were fellow monsters. The burly one entered the clearing first. Alastor watched him kneel over Emily. He ran his dirty finger down the center of her chest. Glancing between Alastor and Emily, he mused, "we find a lovers spat?" The man laughed and yelled towards Emily's face, "You there, miss?"

Alastor took a moment to criticize his handiwork. What a shame. Slanted. Jagged. He could have done so much better. He followed the wound from her hair line, through her right eye, all the way to the tip of her nose. Her left pupil was fixed and dilated. The effort he put into his craft was wasted.

She blinked.

Shit.

"Shit. She's dead as a damn doornail," a similarly built man stepped into the clearing. "This is a damn mess. What the hell we gonna do now?"

The first man's sardonic laugh repulsed Alastor. "Gee. We got ourselves a sweet thing like this fallen in our laps and you gotta ask what to do with it?" His stubby fingers moved to the hem of Emily's dress. He stroked her inner thigh.

Alastor realized the extent of his injuries when he tried to speak up. Beyond uncoordinated facial tics, he was incapacitated by the birdshot. Nothing would undo the damage. His stirring was enough to rouse a jump from the second man. "Damnit, boy! The hell you mean by not announcing yourself!"

"Aw, leave him," said the first man. Then, he looked Alastor in the eye, "here's what it is: you got yourself a pretty little girlfriend here, boy. I ain't about to let this brass ring go to waste. I'll grant you the kindness of watching a man get it done. And if you're real good and quiet, I'll think about puttin' you down instead of letting you spill out." He laughed that sickening laugh again and started unbuttoning his overalls.

Alastor stayed fixed on Emily’s eye, dreading any movement. He had only intended to settle Mimzy's score. Allowing those leches to carry on was disgraceful.

Neither Emily nor Alastor saw the sunrise.

---THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR! I'm open to suggestions, although I was super nervous to post! I have this planned out for 3 parts. Hoping to host on AO3 soon. ---

#human alastor #alastor angst #alastor radio demon #alastor smut #alastor x emily #alastor the radio demon

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adenei · 3 years

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Ch. 2 How to Win a Witch in 10 Days

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James rolls out of bed after the third snooze of his alarm clock. He knows exactly how long he can wait until he has to get out of bed so he won’t be late for work. Sometimes he misses living with Sirius and Remus, who used to help make sure he was up and at ‘em on time.

Stretching, James releases a groan as he goes to the bathroom and turns the water on for a shower. At least I’m not competing for hot water anymore. He steps into the scalding hot spray. He’s barely been living on his own for a month, and has to admit the perks certainly outweigh the drawbacks. Besides, they still work together for Alastor’s Ads, so it’s not like they never see each other.

After a quick lather and rinse, James steps out and towels off. He figures he has a good ten minutes to floo to the office. He’s pulling clothes out of his closet when Remus’s Patronus bursts through the window.

Get to the office. Now.

“Well, that doesn’t sound foreboding or anything,” he mutters to himself.

He quickly dresses and grabs his bag before heading to the fireplace. He’ll have to take a mid-morning break to get a bite to eat since the wolf interrupted his usual routine. Tossing the powder into the hearth, he steps in and transports himself to the office.

Sirius and Remus are waiting for him when he arrives, with looks of concern donning their faces.

“What’s got your wands in a twist this morning?” James assumes it’s not dire, and that Remus only sent the Patronus as a stern reminder for timeliness.

“It’s the Zabini Jewels pitch,” Sirius responds.

The name raises the hairs on the back of James’s neck.

“What about it?” he plays it cool.

The three men begin walking to James’s office, where Remus shuts the door after they all pile in.

“Well, the good news is that Moody liked your pitch,” Remus states, clearly easing James in as he begins.

Alastor Moody is the owner of Alastor’s Ads. After a mission with the Aurors put him out of commission, Moody opened an advertising business to do something with his settlement claim. He knew how corrupt the advertising business can be, so he set out to make the industry a little more honest, consequently weeding out the shadier businesses in the process. In the ten years since the company opened, it’s risen to the top spot of marketing in Magical England.

James’s position typically consists of wooing clients from magical games and sports and the food and spirits industry, but he’s recently begun dabbling in businesses outside his forte. Zabini’s is an up and coming jewelry shop with a lot of money backing its name. James submitted the proposal to Moody earlier that week, hoping to hear whether he would be the one to move forward with the pitch.

“Why do I sense there’s a but…” James trails off.

“Well…” Remus grimaces.

“Oh, come off it! If you’re not going to tell him, then I will!” Sirius interjects. “Moody’s given the pitch to my cousins!”

“No!” James bangs his fist on his desk, causing some of the hot young interns who are standing by the water cooler to jump and turn around.

James relaxes enough to flash a charming smile their way as he turns back to his best friends. “That was my proposal! I should be the one who meets with Zabini!”

“We know. But Moody said something about women ‘knowing and understanding’ the business more,” Remus attempts to calm James.

“That’s bullshit! Maybe they’re the ones who receive the jewelry, but blokes are the ones who buy it!”

“I know, mate.” Sirius throws his hands in the air, indicating he’s not the one James needs to argue with.

James is pissed. He’s worked too hard on this proposal for Moody to give the pitch to someone else. I’m not going down without a fight.

“Where are they?”

“They already left for a meeting at Witch Weekly.”

“Well, when are they meeting with Moody?”

“At Abbott's tonight,” Sirius answers automatically. Remus shoots him a look.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

James looks down at his desk. Memos are piling up from existing clients, but he can’t be arsed to worry about those right now. He needs to sign Zabini. It will be the breakthrough he needs to stand on his own in the business, and a way to finally prove to himself that he doesn't need to rely on his parent’s wealth.

A look of determination crosses his face. “I’m going to crash their meeting and sell my pitch.”

Sirius holds up his hand for a high five as Remus winces. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, James.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not going down without a fight.”

James sits at a small cocktail table, sipping on a firewhisky at Abbott’s, a swanky magical speakeasy tucked away in the heart of Muggle London. The walls are painted an elegant navy blue that stands in stark contrast with the white marble floor, giving off an air of class and wealth that James has always refused to engage in. Gold trim lines the backlit shelves that house bottles upon bottles of expensive alcohol for the bar’s many eager patrons.

Business starts to pick up as the night drones on, and James can’t help but notice how many beautiful women are out on this fine Thursday night. If he didn’t have a pitch to snag, he might be on the prowl, looking for a good time. But he’s already limiting himself to one drink so he can keep his mind clear, but that’s not to say the alcohol isn’t tempting.

“Potter, what are you doing here?” Moody’s gruff voice can be heard from across the room.

James immediately stands up on his boss’s arrival. Ordinarily, he’d hold out his hand in greeting, but Moody’s always been a suspicious man, so he forgoes the gesture.

“I heard you accepted my proposal for Zabini’s Jewels.”

“Yes, and it’s my intention to give the pitch to Narcissa and Andromeda.”

“Why, sir?” James asks. He’s about to continue when another voice juts in.

“Why what?” Andromeda asks.

As if on cue, the Black sisters appear.

“What’s he doing here?” Narcissa quickly follows.

“It’d only be fair if the person who submitted the proposal has a hand in acquiring the pitch,” James says as suavely as he can, ignoring the ladies’ interjection.

“Ha!” Andromeda scoffs, “James couldn’t possibly know enough about what women like to know how to sell jewels.”

“Yes, I don’t think he’s ever had a proper girlfriend to buy jewelry for,” Narcissa adds with a smirk.

“Ah, but there’s the catch. You may think it’s all about what women want. But does a man consult his girl when he’s out to buy her a ring?” James doesn’t give either woman a chance to respond before he answers for them. “Exactly. You’re not just looking at it from the angle of ‘what a woman wants.’ One has to consider the man who’s shopping for his girl, and that is where I come in.”

Moody is listening raptly to James’s argument, which seems like a good sign. James notices Andromeda and Narcissa share a nervous glance, and he knows his ideas are being received better than the women assumed.

“Potter brings up a good point,” Moody says. “Every other advertising company always focuses on the woman, but this has potential.”

“Can’t you see it now? We’d include the women in the slogan, of course: ‘Zabini’s Jewels, where dreams come true.’” James lifts his hands to outline an imaginary sign that bears his ideas.

“Please, you’ve never been in a relationship long enough to even contemplate any of that!” Narcissa smacks her hand on the table in annoyance. “How do you know what it’s like shopping as a man in love? You’d be an imposter!”

“Am I really an imposter if I’m simply waiting for the right woman to come along?” James raises his eyebrows to match the smooth sound of his voice.

“Says the guy who’s only rival for the one-night stand trophy is Sirius,” Andromeda says.

To be honest, that jab hurts. For years, James has had the image of ‘womanizer’ placed on his head, even since his Hogwarts days. Sure, he’s a flirt, but he’s definitely not the type of bloke to bring home a different woman every night.

“That’s not entirely true and you know it. I have fun, but not that much fun.”

“Prove it, then,” Narcissa crosses her arms in front of her chest in indignation.

“How?”

“Prove you’re capable of a serious relationship. That you can win a witch over and make her fall in love with you. Unless you don’t think you can handle anything more than taking a woman to bed,” Andromeda goads.

James is never one to back down from a challenge, but he worries the girls are doing this to throw him off his agenda. “I would gladly accept if this had anything to do with the Zabini pitch, but—”

“That’s an interesting offer,” Moody’s gruff voice interjects. All three look at him. “If you’re this cutthroat about winning a jewelry pitch, let’s have some fun with it. We’ve been invited to attend a gala that Zabini is hosting a week from Saturday. Find a woman and bring her as your date. If you can make her fall in love with you, you get the pitch. If you fail, the ladies win.”

“But how will you know he’s not paying the girl to fake it?” Narcissa pouts.

“I always know the truth,” Moody says. His glass eye is twitching in all directions as he stares at James with his good one.

Now, this is an interesting turn of events. James contemplates what Moody’s said. There has to be an easier way to shed the girls off his client, but his mind is coming up empty.

You did say you’d do anything earlier, didn’t you?

Yeah, he supposes he did.

“Alright, deal.”

“But we get to pick your lucky lady!” Andromeda interjects.

“What? No! I didn’t agree to that.”

“Oh, come on, it has to be someone completely neutral. We can’t have you calling up a friend and faking it, now can we?” Narcissa reasons.

Ugh, fuck them.

“I’ll allow it,” Moody says, as the girls begin scanning the room.

“Hmm, Cissy, who should we choose?”

“I don’t know, Andie, there are so many people here tonight. It’s bound to be tough. What about that one over there in the neon yellow dress with the black platform shoes?”

James groans. This is going to be a disaster.

“Or the overly eager woman by the bar in the too-tight green dress, downing her third martini of the night.” Andromeda smirks.

“Come on, ladies, let’s try and be fair here.” James makes the request, even though he’s not convinced they’ll listen.

“What about—” Narcissa begins to point out another woman, whom James is sure would never work, when Andromeda cuts her off.

“I’ve found her.”

Narcissa turns her head on a swivel, looking around with increased interest. “Who?”

“There, on the other end of the bar. Long auburn hair in the little black dress. She’s sipping on a cosmo.”

No fucking way.

James follows Andromeda’s eyeline until it falls on a very gorgeous, very familiar face. Lily Evans. His former Gryffindor schoolmate and long-time crush.

At first, James’s mind is screaming an adamant NO. That ship sailed during seventh year when he finally gave up his pursuit of Lily and settled with sixth year Hufflepuff Bridgette Carmicheal instead. It wasn’t until the end of term that he overheard Lily insisting that whatever feelings she thought she might have for him were gone.

‘He chose Bridgette, Marls. I strung him along for too long, and I lost my chance. I’m over it.’

Those words still sting as they hover in the back of his mind. James recalls breaking up with Bridgette within the week, hopeful that it wasn’t too late. But then Bridgette had taken the break-up horribly, and he knew going for Lily the next day wasn’t a good idea. Then graduation came and went, and he hasn’t seen her since.

Seeing her standing there now, his heart leaps into his throat. She’s just as beautiful as ever, and all those feelings he thinks he’s finally gotten over are back, like a tornado completely upending his life. This could be his chance—their chance—to finally make a go of things. The thoughts begin whirring in his mind of ways to win her over.

“Done.”

Before James realizes what he’s doing, he’s standing up, and his feet are carrying him over to where she’s sipping on her drink. She doesn’t see him coming.

“Evans,” he croons as he sidles up next to her.

Her body stiffens when she hears his voice. James hasn’t thought what her reaction might be upon seeing him for the first time in years. Well, it’s too late to back out now. I’ve got a pitch to win and a second shot with the girl of my dreams.

She turns around after a moment, her face impassive, but not unwelcoming.

“Potter.” She’s eyeing him up and down. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah, since when? Graduation?”

“Something like that,” she shrugs nonchalantly.

“What brings you to Abbott’s?” James would rather know how often she comes here, but he keeps that question to himself.

“It’s been a long week, and I needed a night out. You?”

“Same.” James contemplates what’s made this week long, and is about to ask when Lily continues without prompting.

“Though I forget how stuffy this place can be,” Lily sighs, “Marlene and Alice convinced me to come, but I can’t say I’m having much success in tonight’s pursuits. And I’m starting to think they’ve ditched me. Though, I suppose all’s fair in love and war when you enter the dating game. Don’t you agree?”

Her comment almost throws James off as he looks down at the hand holding her cosmopolitan. He breathes a sigh of relief and thanks Merlin that there’s no ring on her finger. So, she’s looking for a good time tonight, is she? Well, I can certainly show her a good time—and then some—if she’ll let me.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says in an attempt to continue engaging her in conversation.

She makes the effort to look around the room. Now is his chance to make a move.

“You hungry?”

Lily observes him carefully. James can tell she’s closed off and knows he needs to reassure her that it’s innocent, for now…

“C’mon, Evans, it’s just dinner. Catching up can’t hurt, can it?” He pauses for a moment before making the split-second decision to add, “I’ve missed you.”

It’s true. Standing here with Lily now, James wonders how he coped over the past three years. He thought he’s been managing just fine, but her presence brings back everything he’s so desperately missed about her. James doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he sees her relax. Her eyebrows soften and the smallest smile plays at the corners of her lips.

She sets her almost empty glass down on the bar before sliding off her stool. “Well, Potter, how can I resist when you put it like that? Lead the way.”

James can’t help the grin that spreads on his face. He holds out his arm as Lily gingerly latches on. Her touch sends a tingle up his spine as they move toward the doors.

Before he forgets, James takes a quick glance back at Moody, Andromeda and Narcissa. He flashes a smirk that he hopes says ‘you’re going down’ before turning back to the beautiful woman on his arm. After ten years of pining, he’s finally got Lily Evans right where he’s always wanted her, and he’s determined not to ruin this second chance.

#jily fanfiction #jily fic #james x lily #jily #james potter #lily evans #magical au #inspired by How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

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todorokitwin15 · 3 years

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Hazbin Hotel Oc Design

Warning 18+!!!

Warning 18+!!

Background

- Spider Demon

- Youngest in Angel Dust’s family

- Considering that Angel Dust died in 1947 and is about in his 30’s and Molly is still alive and his twin, my oc is about 18-19 years old, dying in 1958.

- Her real name before dying was Anji and the name she changed it to now is Dante Dust, meaning devil in Italian considering her family heritage is Italian. So basically, the name means Devil Dust.

- Everyone gives her the nickname Dusty.

- Dante only lets two souls call her by her human name and that is Alastor and Angel. Angel Dust was really the only one who was close with her growing up and when they find each other in hell, ironically at the Happy Hotel, and even though Anji doesn’t want Angel to do what he’s doing with Valentino and the bad stuff he does, she still gives him the right to call her by her real name.

- Before ended up in the hotel, Dante was low on options for where to go so she kind of just wondered along the streets alone, often meeting up with random groups of people and just doing random drugs, mainly Purple Drank which is a 90’s drug, you can search that up if you like, Heroin or even just a simple bit of Weed. She also considered prostitution an option for money but has only done it 2 times before the whole hotel thing.

- Dante died due to suicide, like being said earlier Angel died 11 years before Dante and that they were very close. She fell into a huge wave of depression and a few months before she died, she got diagnosed with severe bipolar disorder and ended her life.

Likes

- Cats

- Curry

- Italian food

- Goth clothing styles from the 1960’s.

- Purple Drank

- Baking

- Scrambled eggs with fried Devon meat

Dislikes

- Her father

- Arackniss

- Valentino

- Her allergies (basing them off the one’s I have, make up, face paint and cherries.)

Sexuality

- Bisexual & Demisexual

Abilities

- A lot like Angel she has retractable arms.

- Baking & Cooking

- Jumping very high

- Knife skills

- Bilingualism

Occupation

- Helps around at the hotel.

Family

- Angel Dust (Older Brother)

- Molly (Older Sister)

- Arackniss (Older Brother)

- Henroin (Father)

- Unnamed Mother

Friends

- Vaggie

- Charlie

- Alastor

- Niffty

- Husk

Enemies

- Valentino

- Velvet

- Vox

- Travis

- Henroin

- Arackniss

Others

- Nifa (Pet Kitten)

Appearance

- Dante is smaller than Arackniss by a few inches.

- To her family’s surprise she has similar colours to Angel, she has white fur with pink spots around her body, but also has a few strips of black in her hair and black stripes on her arms instead of them being pink.

- She has the same eye colour as Angel Dust.

#hazbin oc #hazbinhotel #fyp #ocs #vivziepop #helluva boss

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dontasktheradiodemon · 4 years

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Stolen-godhood is my son, Katsu. He's probably away right now. And, ah, I'm Meredith Crowley, the sister-in-law I suppose. Hello.

🎶 "Sister-in-law! My, this family tree is growing like a weed. Hello, hello! I'm sure you already know I'm Alastor. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

#creepycrowleys #ask

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mundvngus · 5 years

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“i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.”

MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER is 26 years old and works as a THIEF/DRUG DEALER/ALL ROUND CRIMINAL and is loyal to THE OOTP they were an RAVENCLAW and are a HALFBLOODED. HE look like FRANK DILLANE.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: nick miller ( new girl ), creed bratton ( the office ), doug judy ( b99 ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), chris miles ( skins ), jesper fahey ( six of crows ), scott lang ( marvel ), lillian ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt ). AESTHETIC: scuffed knees, flicking a lighter over and over again, flowery shirts, walking in the middle of the street after midnight, a body covered in bruises and tattoos, naming stray cats, falling asleep on the subway, watching smoke curl against a starless, black nightsky, throwing empty beer bottles against a wall. LINKS: stats. pinboard. character tag. HEADS UP: there’s quite a bit of talk about drugs and stuff in here -- as well as shitty parenting. i trigger warned it before every bullet point tho!

history

ciannán o’donnell was a flighty man, one of many relationships and flings and little loyalty, and so his affair with kiyana fletcher did not last long. when she told him he was pregnant, he moved on to a different woman, and kiyana had her son alone, with her sister on her side. dung was born to a lonely and angry woman, who had fallen for the charms and winks of a crooked criminal who spoke empty promises and lied for a living.

he grew up with his mum – a halfblooded witch and by far his favourite person in the world – in cork, attending muggle school there. he knew who his dad was, but wasn’t quite sure how to feel about —- EVERYONE knew who his dad was, a well known muggle criminal and dealer, a name notorious among the older kids at his school, a father to many. he’s like the robert baratheon of ireland, to be honest, planting bastards on every corner. lol. knowing he was one of his many kids was hard; he’d never met any of them, but he knew they were there, from his mother, from his aunt.

he met his dad for the first time at age seven, and was nothing but impressed. his dad showered him with gifts, his mum watching with a furious look on her face but biting her tongue. that moment was a switch for dung; he felt the need to impress his dad. he stole some sweets from a store on his way home from school a week later, fished some pennies out of the pockets of his classmates a few months later. when he phoned his dad to tell him, his laugh was warm and filled with life.

his relationship with his dad got better as his behaviour got worse. the thrill of stealing, of doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to, lit him not only on fire because ti was exciting, but also because he knew his dad would adore it. his mother’s worried questions and look only drove him to his dad, who liked it when he did bad things, who didn’t try and ground him ( looking back, he knows that that was stupid, but back then he was blindsided, obsessed with the mystery that was his dad ).

abuse tw // his father was abusive. period. he’s a wicked man, who has blood on his hands of people who were in his way, and he doesn’t love anything but winning and money and the high of victory. he manipulated mundungus, pushed him towards bad behaviours, showed him his bad sides when he was disappointed. most of the abuse was mental and verbal, but sometimes it turned physical as well. it’s toxic. mundungus hasn’t allowed himself to admit that to himself yet, though. end of tw //

drugs, smoking, alcohol tw // attending hogwarts was good, at first. it forced him to focus on other stuff, for a while, but his summers and winter breaks forced him back into his old behaviours. his world was split; at hogwarts, he was a loud and lively, but still a pretty good student, while at home he fell deeper and deeper in crossing lines and boundaries. he lit his first cigarette at age ten, drank his first beer at age twelve, smoked his first spliff when he turned fourteen, as a present from his dad. end of tws //

hogwarts also meant friends --- the dick squad was founded here, consisting out of dorcas, doc, daisy and dung himself. these three people meant everything to mundungus, to be honest, let him see the ways people could love each other without conditions or out of obligation. they were chaotic and messy and wrecked havoc on the castle but --- damn it, they’re his family, and he’d die for them.

drugs tw // it was in his later years that these two worlds started overlapping. his dad trusted him with a bit of produce, gave him some weed to sell at hogwarts after his christmas break in his fifth year, and it was a success. ever since, dung became pretty well known for selling a little bit of this and that. a lively spirit, he always did so with a bit of a grin, but he was also pretty fond of the stuff he sold, indulging quite a lot when business was a little slow.

he also stole a lot from rich purebloods, because fuck them

i guess ... this is where the messiness really did ... explode? mundungus liked the taste of drugs. he liked the taste of doing illegal things. he liked the taste of earning money and feeling powerful and he loved it all. he grew more dependent on alcohol and drugs. he wanted to flee, too. the world was a nasty fucking place and he knew that all too well and, fucking hell, don’t blame him for wanting to escape every now and then. end of tw //

he graduated at one point which? is a miracle? i think they just wanted to get rid of him tbh!!! but yeah, dung did Try a little at hogwarts, as he respects the hell out of dumbledore and stuff, but he was still not a good student. after graduation, he kind of joined up with his dad and started doing some illegal stuff in the wizarding world too, because why the hell not? he was good at it.

dung had no plans to join either side of the war, tbh, even though he’ss v much against the de’s cause. he’s a self serving kid!! but then he kind of got in a nasty situation where both alastor and dumbledore got him out of trouble ( that might have sent him to fucking azkaban, what a fucking idiot ) and well, dung might be a shithead, but he felt indebted to them and kind of rolled into the order.

and well --- the order was a newfound family. messy, of course, and full of chaos and distrust, but --- heck, mundungus found a lot of people there that he did end up feeling loyal to. and while that was scary, as mundungus prefers being a lone wolf ( or raccoon ), it was a kind of wonderful, too?

and -- get this -- he was an asset. his ties to the criminal world, with his ability to steal and sneak around like less than a shadow. he was useful, and mundungus fletcher had never been useful in his life before. what a weird feeling that was --- oh boy, but it was good, too. mundungus likes it. he could build on that and improve greatly and he has fucking potential to become a better person. he really wants to, too, because he feels incredibly indebted to alastor and dumbledore akjfsdf.

dont hold your breath, tho, he’s probably not going to improve a lot

mundungus doesn’t technically have a home. his mother’s place is his home, i guess, but he’s not there a lot. he crashes on couches, breaks into muggle homes of people who are on vacation ( always leaving it the way it was, but with a bit of a smell ) or in a squatter’s home, which he thinks is an iconic scene.

drugs tw // besides his work for the order, mundungus does a bit of this and that. he still works for his dad a little, dealing some drugs for him, but he’s mostly focused on making his way through the wizarding world’s underground and making a name for himself there. he sees no reason to try and find another career, finds the things he does now thrilling and exciting and honestly, he doesn’t have much of a way out.

abuse tw // his dad has a hold on him. sure, he can drop his criminal activities in the wizarding world, but when it comes to his dad's business, he’s stuck. his father isn’t going to allow him to walk away – that much should be obvious. he knows too much. and then there’s mundungus’ wish to always please his father, and his father’s endless dissatisfaction. it’s messy and bad and toxic and we all hate mundungus’ dad. end of tws //

addiction tw // what it all boils down to is that mundungus is chaotic. he never stays in one place too long, doesn’t have a consistent job, strays away from commitment and stability. he’s addicted, to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and adrenaline. he’s self serving, in the end. he’s seeking for validation, deep down, and endlessly scared of all that’s happening around him. he’s alone, dreadfully so, but that’s the way he prefers it. end of tw //

personality & tidbits

mundungus is a lowkey tortured artist. he writes awful poetry and draws a lot and he loves painting if he has time. he’s in love with the beat generation, mostly. he’s very private about this kind of stuff, though. it's his thing, and his alone. some of his tattoos he’s designed himself tho!! and we love and stan!!

his stance in the war is something that’s … pretty unknown, i imagine. mundungus benefits from appearing neutral, has connections in both the pureblood and muggle world. he likes to come across as that shady dude who will do whatever you ask of him for the right price.

can usually be spotted wearing The Coat, a rly expensive, vintage long coat that he once stole of a pureblood. he’s enlarged the pockets with some handy spellwork and pretty much carries everything he owes in there, like his produce and his money and his second pair of shoes and his art supplies and probably some random trash.

is a bit smelly, so give him a shower

most likely to show up at your doorstep at 5am with some flowers and a shit eating grin, saying “can i sleep on yer couch?”

mundungus LOVES animals but doesn’t have any because of his lack of a home. his mother has a dog, though, and he loves that dog. he also feels v connected to stray dogs and cats and can be found petting and feeding them a lot.

hates himself deeply, doesn’t think he’s worth anyone’s time (despite constantly demanding it), has a low opinion of himself. he doesn’t get it if people care about him, to be honest? the only person he can properly accept it of is his mother, but even that’s complicated.

plots!

CUSTOMERS // a simple, easy connection! basically someone who buys drugs (also does like medicinal stuff? but also drugs-drugs) of mundungus or has paid him (good money) to nick something for them. he’s pretty down to do most things as long as it’s for the right price!

PARTY FRIENDS // dung likes getting wasted / high / fucked up and having a good ol’ time with people. sure, he’s done it alone, but he prefers doing it with others. there’s a lot of room for diff options here?

YOU SAVED ME ONCE // ( alcohol tw ) a plot where someone got dung to a hospital when he got alcohol poisoning and basically saved his life?? meaning?? mundungus feels indebted and he hates that but!! he’s gonna pay your char back! he promises!

UNDER PRESSURE // i imagine that dung has some ties to de’s as well bc of his less than legal work so? maybe some death eater could try and put some pressure on him? get him to do some dirty job bc it’d not matter if he died … etc etc

UNDER PRESSURE 2.0 // on the other hand, i bet some order members are like 👀 at dung? this one’d be for order members who’re like … making sure that dung is still loyal and here?? making him feel a bit?? queasy??

ONE NIGHT STANDS // dung isnt rly good at romance but he’s good at no strings attached sex. this’d work in a lot of ways and w a lot of characters so imma keep this p open! dung is bi btw!!

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY // your average angsty exes plot? mundungus is flighty, and while he does feel feelings for people, he’s not … good with commitment. this’d be a relationship that he broke off bc he got scared or ?? something else??

COUCHES // i need some couches that mundungus can crash on adkjfhsdf he needs a place ... to sleep. he will pay you back with drugs or ... stolen goods? money? something that he didnt acquire lawfully

#maraudrs:intro

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toripar · 4 years

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"YoU kNoW wHo" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"KAAAAAAAJUUUUUU!"

"Holy sh- HESTIA, HESTIA"

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“Yes, Captain America has LEGS!”

#a stuff #shit stuff #bout me #:)#rimi talks a lot #rimi.txt

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But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

HESTIA JONES

Twenty one

Muggleborn

Active member of the Order of the Phoenix

SUGGESTED FACECLAIM. PAULINA SINGER * HESTIA IS A POC.

BIOGRAPHY

Hestia never knew her parents. She was raised single-handedly by her aunt, a muggle, in a coastal Irish town where everyone knew everyone, and magic was known only in the ancient folklore of selkies and fairies. Her childhood was a quiet one, interspersed with hushed whispered arguments in their cottage kitchen, and letters that were returned unopened. It took a long time for Hestia to realize that she hadn’t been taken away from her parents in a mysterious, subtly romantic story, but that they had given her up, abandoned her, and the only family she had left to take her in was her aunt. Hestia grew up a homebody, content to roam only when she felt quiet inside, armed with a drawing pad or a secondhand book. She was a girl who longed for solitude and could find it even in the hardest, most lonely of places. She was someone who was used to being alone.

For Hestia, Hogwarts was a nightmare. She just didn’t fit in with her other classmates -- she was too quiet, too shy, too reticent. As the years wore on, people started to say that she was mute. It was easier to hide away in the greenhouses, where the solitude of gardening helped clear her wired mind, or in the library, where she could pour over books on magical creatures for hours on end. Anything was better than facing the Carrow siblings, who made it their mission to make her life a living hell. Whenever their dual shadows slipped into her peripheral vision, the hair on the back of her neck would rise and her breathing would quicken. It was in sixth year that the tormenting took on a physical edge. After the incident, people treated her differently. It didn’t matter that until this point, Hestia had been mostly ignored. Now she was the girl who had been held down by Amycus Carrow as his sister, Alecto, carved into the soft underside of her arm. Mudblood, they had hissed. Filth. Even now, after everything that has happened and that Hestia has seen, she still wakes in the middle of the night with their cold, cruel eyes and bloodless sneers branded into the dark that swallows her whole.

When Hestia joined the Order, she could’t fight. Alastor Moody was the one person who actually understood -- despite his rough demeanor, they had a connection, and he let her take on a healing role within the organization. For someone who is so battered and stitched together, Hestia is remarkably gifted when it comes to taking care of others. She is content to take a behind-the-scenes role in this horrible war; anything to avoid catching a glimpse of the two people she fears most.

When Hestia’s aunt decided to retire to Spain, she left the cottage on the Irish coast and a small inheritance that meant Hestia wouldn’t have to worry about work. As the war has dragged on and London has become a smoking ruin, she has considered letting the cottage to the Order to use as a safe house. Merlin knows that every time she apparates to London to attend meetings or be with her friends, she half feels as if she’ll never return. She’s fallen in with the Marauders and the others mainly because they’re closest in age, and somewhere along the line Hestia was simply absorbed into their company. She is doing much better than when she was at school, although it can still be a struggle to pull herself up and out and to put on a brave face when every day, every day, more people are missing or dying. Hestia has started quietly working on a spell that will work as a trace for Order members. She can’t bear the thought of anyone she cares for disappearing.

CONNECTIONS

DORCAS MEADOWES. BEST FRIEND. There is something about Dorcas that is stilling. With her, Hestia can open up and be her naturally gentle, kind, witty self. There is more to her than quiet smiles and blushes: Dorcas knows that, and accepts her wholeheartedly. It was Dorcas who first introduced her to weed to calm her natural anxiety.

LILY EVANS. CLOSE / EARLY FRIEND. Of everyone in their year group, Lily was the one who never cared what anyone else thought. When Hestia was tripped in corridors or teased during class, Lily was their with flashing eyes and a set jaw. Although Hestia can find Lily a little intimidating, she senses that she may be the only one with whom Lily can relax. With them, there is no pretense.

MARLENE MCKINNON. FRIEND. It’s not that Hestia is frightened of loud people, but rather they never understand her. Marlene is brash and bold and uncompromising, and Hestia often thinks that it must be wearying having to perform all the time.

PETER PETTIGREW. FRIEND / ROMANTIC INTEREST. The last thing Hestia had expected to find when she arrived at the greenhouses was a boy who could turn into a rat, but there he was, wide-eyed and terrified, and there she was, astonished and in awe. Since then it’s not uncommon to find them sitting together, her sketching, Peter reading. Sometimes he transforms and curls in the pocket of her cardigan as she gardens. Peter is... not at all what she expected.

REMUS LUPIN. SCHOOL FRIEND. The quiet ones stick together -- that’s what they say, right? But no one mentioned Remus’ dry sarcasm or raised eyebrows, and for a while Hestia didn’t know how to navigate him. After she patched him up after a nasty encounter with some Death Eaters, things have started to loosen. There is something that Remus is hiding; and if anyone is good at sensing secrets in others, it’s Hestia.

JAMES POTTER. ACQUAINTANCE. Hestia knows James because everyone knows James. Merlin knows she gave Lily an understanding ear whenever James tried to ask her out. He’s funny and far nicer than his reputation would have you believe -- and he doesn’t treat Hestia as if she is about to break, which is a pleasant relief.

SIRIUS BLACK. ACQUAINTANCE. Bad boys or girls have never been Hestia’s cup of tea, and Sirius is trouble with a capital-T. They’re fundamentally different people who happen to share the same group of friends.

ASSOCIATED MUSIC

SEPTEMBER SONG by Agnes Obel

FALLING SHORT by Låpsley

BLOOD by The Middle East

hestia is taken

#hp rp #marauders rp #lsbio #skeleton rp #hestia jones #*#hestia #t

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