#fic: memento mori
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“Wed him to me,” Remus breathed, the knife cold against his throat as Orion stared down at him with those wild, grey eyes. Every member of that family had those eyes and they pierced Remus like daggers. Sirius’ especially. Orion tilted his head in shock at his statement and the knife was briefly pulled away. “when I took back the Wild Lands for you and your House you said I could have anything. I want Sirius.”
Inspired by that one scene in HOTD
#fantasy auuuuuu#although this won’t happen for reasons#the marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#drabbles#portfolio#lexith writes#fic: memento mori
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Cordelia Dunlap
Death has followed Cordelia since she was a child, hovering over her shoulder, a constant unwelcome companion. A cold chill down her spine, a sharp tug in her gut, and she knew- someone nearby was dead. It was a horrible power to discover. One minute, she was standing in the crowd of mourners, holding her sister's hand, and in the next, she was gasping for air in a body that no longer needed it, staring at the inside of a locked coffin.
Needless to say, everyone in attendance at the funeral was traumatized that day. Cordelia- from inhabiting her great grandmother's corpse. And everyone else- from hearing screaming and rattling from inside the coffin containing a dead ninety-nine year old woman.
As the years went on, her power only continued to grow while her control over it remained shaky at best. It was a curse, a power that she hadn't asked for but that had been forced upon her by her parents. The only bright spot was her sister, Cate. The two of them were outcasts, despised by their parents, but at least they had each other... that is, until Indira Shetty walked into their small, isolated world with a kind smile and sympathetic eyes as beautiful, perfect promises left her lips.
Cate believed her. Cordelia didn't.
But she went along with it, allowing Dean Shetty to find a place for her at Godolkin University and gladly accepting the pills that dampened her powers. She was content to be a pawn in their games because it was easier to comply than to rebel.
Then she meets Golden Boy. And everything begins to fall apart.
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Sneak peak for Memento Mori under the cut 😈
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🧣 Ryan
RYAN LOPEZ CAUSES A STINK AT WAYNE ENTERPRISE FUNDRAISER
“you do realize the invitation said formal wear?” bruce held his expression, deprecating amusement showing in the lifted corners of his mouth, and he could see others in the room looking at the woman in front of him with open shock.
“get off it, wayne. you know i can’t read,” ryan lopez said with a lazy wave of her hand. he wanted to laugh, truly laugh, as lopez lifted her chin and bared her teeth in a smile. she enjoyed making others uncomfortable, loved putting her new contemporaries on edge, and she was thriving on the looks of disgusted astonishment. unfortunately, he couldn’t give her the look that she had worked so hard for. not when he respected her commitment. the latest news had taken to calling her penthouse trash, moving up from trailer trash, and the illiterate joke had been circulating since her societal debut.
“could have saved this look for your own company’s benefit,” he pointed out. he’d spent too much time near her, he needed to leave and mingle properly, but lopez was always surprising him. he would leave and put on the show expected of him, but he wanted another moment with the woman who treated him like any other man.
“felt like doing something special for you,” she told him through a grin. as he looked down at her, she rocked up onto the toes of her battered leather boots and locked onto his eyes. “if you owned wolfe industries though, i’d show up in one of those pretty glittering dresses.”
he made a show of considering her words, let his eyes move leisurely across her body to take in the bared skin and prominent scars before meeting her eyes again, and he made note of the subtle changes in her posture. still on her toes, now with her knees angled to the side. hands at her sides, with her fingers starting to curl inwards. wide smile getting tight in the corners. she was either preparing to fight or to run. he’d seen her do both.
“your natural look is more preferable,” he said with a little too much sincerity. to cover, he dropped his eyes to the swath of skin on display across her midsection and then looked up long enough to wink before turning on his heel. as he called out and raised his hand in greeting to a man standing next to a woman in a glittering dress, he kept seeing the look on lopez’s face. the roiling anger in her dark eyes, the slash of her mouth, the dark flush spreading to her cheeks. the not-so-quiet mutter of, “fuck you, wayne.” socializing had become less of a chore since the arrival of ryan lopez, and he wondered if one day he’d get to thank her for that.
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𝐎𝐂 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨
Name: Penelope Parkinson
Born: 1961
Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender, she/her
Sexuality: Straight
Face Claim: Willa Holland
Era: Marauders Era
House: Slytherin
Favourite Subject: Divination
Job After Hogwarts: Editor at The Daily Prophet
Blood Status: Pureblood
Fic: Memento Mori
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Finally watching Star Trek; Strange New Worlds and my favourite thing so far is how likeable and engaging every character is :’)
#currently on 1.04 memento mori#Star Trek#sudden urge to read ST fic inTENSIFIES#strange new worlds#Star Trek SNW
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Dancing that ISNT the PMP scene. Fucking love you gorgeous. ❤️❤️❤️
3 AM finds him waking up stiff and disoriented in the vinyl chair of her hospital room, his feet propped on an upside-down plastic wastebasket. His tie is hanging from the IV pole.
Mulder tests his joints, grimaces at the left shoulder. He’d overstretched it at the pool, shredding 2000 meters in under 30 minutes. He’s been lifting more, been running until he vomits. He doesn’t know if he’s punishing his body for being fit or trying to radiate so much health she’ll absorb it.
Perhaps if it’s the second he’ll need to feed it something other than coffee, Diet Coke, and sunflower seeds. Must be the first.
He examines her narrow form in the bruised light. Scully’s breath snuffles a bit at the cannula and he scans for blood at it but sees none. Her cheekbones curve resolutely past her patrician nose, down to her full, dry lips. There is a small tin of Smith’s Rosebud Salve on the fake wood nightstand. He resists the urge to rub a layer over them. He resists the urge to kiss her beautiful, cracked mouth.
Mulder sighs a bit, runs a finger around the back of his collar. She looks warm to him, looks safe and cared for and utterly beyond his ability to be of use. But he stays anyway, like one of those dogs that sleeps at the grave of its master.
He roams past the nurse’s station, where Jane and Esther give him sympathetic looks. They aren’t supposed to let him sleep in Scully’s room, but Esther is from Yorkshire and calls him lamb and duck and love, and he’s pretty sure he could get the lithe Jane in bed if he wanted to.
He’s drowned his sorrows in lanky brunettes before though, and it never quite took. Turns out he’s a man for dainty gingers.
The radio at the nurse’s station plays “Carolina In My Mind” and he hums along softly, making a styrofoam cup of tea. His father was happy in Raleigh. He was too, as much as he was happy anywhere. He thinks he might move down when Scully goes into the ground, a truth he can only admit at 3 AM. At all other times he will save her.
“Nah then, duck,” Esther says. “Tea from the machine, yer daft ‘apeth, when I’ve a proper kettle ‘ere? ‘Ow’s thy lass?”
He shrugs, smiles vaguely. Jane smiles back. Vaguely.
Mulder presses his head to the faded green wall as his tea steeps. It’ll be terrible, but strong. That’s good enough for him.
He hears a soft shuffling and looks up.
Scully in her spotless white robe and soft slippers, Scully like a Willow Ptarmigan approaching winter. The skin around her eyes is the delicate color of sublimated iodine.
“Scully,” he says, at a loss. She is beautiful in the way of alabaster vases, of all things that can shatter.
She yawns, lips shiny with the salve. Her hands are very thin when she covers her mouth. “Wonderful Tonight” begins on the radio now.
Esther smiles, looks away. Jane checks her watch and walks down the opposite corridor.
“Tea?” Scully says. “That’s more my brand. Why are you still here?”
He gulps the bitter brew. Winces. “I fell asleep,” he says, which is an answer but no answer at all.
“Mmm,” Scully says. She prepares herself some tea as well. Her white hands on the cup, her lower lip snagged between her teeth.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” Mulder says.
“You didn’t. I just woke up. I do that a lot. My circadian rhythm…”
They don’t talk about her suprachiasmatic nucleus of the hypothalamus deep within her brain. Of what it might mean if it’s off kilter.
“I was noisy,” Mulder lies, looking at her nose again. He moves like a cat in her room. Like a thief in the night. “Banged into the bed.”
Scully smiles serenely. “It’s all right.”
Jane stalking the perimeter, Jane frowning at her clipboard.
The moon out the window like a scythe in the dark.
He loves her, does she know? Does he know what he would do to save her and how he’d do it and that he’d swim through blood and blood and blood for her, 2000 meters and back again in a heartbeat?
Scully puts her tea down, Scully looks at him with her late summer eyes in this month of her birth. Scully is dying.
On the radio, The Beatles begin “Let It Be,” and what the fuck, he draws her in, her tousled hair and fluffy robe and her rattan ribs.
“Mulder,” she says, peering up. She clutches his left hand with the pale garden spider of her right.
He twirls her beneath the fluorescent lights. He kisses her her forehead because if he kisses her mouth like he wants to she will die.
Jane does another lap and Esther pretends to read a chart and Scully murmurs along with Paul McCartney.
Mulder watches the flat light bounce off her hair, watches her sway, watches her smile for a moment. She tucks her head against his chest as the song ends, doesn’t withdraw.
“Angel Is A Centerfold” begins, which is hardly the mood he wanted, but they both laugh and the scythe of a moon fades away as they sing Na-na, na-na-na-na, Na-na-na, na-na-na-na in something like harmony.
He doesn’t know what song is next, but he holds her through it and the next one and a few more and Esther and Jane are replaced and the sun begins to burn the blackness away and Scully is warm and awake and alive in his arms for at least another day.
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Rated E: Smut, Violence, Mental Health
Relationships: Draco x Hermione, Neville x Luna, Harry x Ginny, Narcissa x Lucius
Tags: #Thriller #Mystery #Draco-centric #Enemies-to-lovers #Morally Grey Draco #Morally Grey Hermione #eventual smut #battle magic #Post-Azkaban Draco #light Ron-bashing #everyone has trauma #darkish fic #BAMF Draco #BAMF Hermione #minor character death (s)
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Memento Mori-- Summary
During the Second Battle of Hogwarts, a violent and mysterious curse devastates both sides of the war. Voldermort is finally defeated, and the now zealous Order of the Phoenix stands victorious.
In a moment of rage and insubordination the Order kills nearly all the remaining Death Eaters left in the castle.
Nearly all.
Because Draco Malfoy? He's found barely alive in the rubble of Hogwarts. His hasty Wizengot trial quickly becomes an international spectacle.
Sentenced to Azkaban for 25 years, Draco is given an opportunity for a new life by a most unlikely source:
The girl he tormented as a child. The woman he's been harbouring feelings for, for years now. The Golden Girl, herself. Death Eaters' Bane. A perfect vision of The Angel of Death.
Hermione Jean Granger.
Get out of Azkaban in exchange for hunting down the most deadly Death Eaters, who ever lived? Help Hermione Granger avenge her parent's murder? Get a second chance at life?
If only it were that simple...
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Cover Art by incomparable @mariyand-r
#2nd Wizarding War#Morally Grey Hermione#Morally Grey Draco#BAMF Draco#draco centric#dramione#draco x hermione#draco malfoy#hermione x draco#hermione granger#dramione fanart#mild slow burn#memento mori#slow burn then SMUT SMUT SMUT#auror draco malfoy#post-HBP fic#Wartime fic#September 2022#draco malfoy fanart#BAMF Hermione#Draco goes to Azkaban#enemies to lovers#you get slow dancing in a kitchen#You get Draco buying a CD because it's 2004 baby ;)#draco and harry being cordial humans#light ron bashing#pre/during/post war#dramione fandom#dramione fanfic#CyprusGreen-writes
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Jegulus fantasy angst because planning this fic has turned into writing random scenes and hoping I can come up with threads to stitch them all together xoxo
“You do not tell me what to do, you have no right.” Regulus spat, glaring at James from across the table. James, who was still holding the pommel of his sword, stiffened at his words.
“You think you have authority over me, then?” He asked. Regulus scoffed.
“I’m still a Prince—“
“Are you? Because before yesterday you were a pawn in your Mother’s game to crown someone else entirely. So please, your Majesty, do tell me what authority you have here when your brother has been the mastermind behind everything you see before you. The one who orchestrated your return, and has been close to death more times than I can count to ensure your safety?” James voice was loud, firm, roaring. Regulus wanted to cower in the corner like a scared child, because not once in the twelve years he had known him had James ever raised his voice to him.
“You saved me purely out of his order, is that what you are telling me, Ser James?” Regulus stood, clenching his fists to stop them from shaking in his lap. “There was no other reason?”
“I saved you for Sirius,” James hissed and Regulus felt sick. “Everyone has kept you safe for him. Because he loves you, because he wanted you away from Walburga. Remember whose side you fought for before this, Regulus, because it certainly wasn’t ours.” And with that, James took himself out of the room without another word, and slammed the door.
Regulus was left there with a gaping wound in his chest where James had just ripped his heart out with his bare hands.
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I am very intrigued by "hindsight is the only judge and jury that I need"
Hello hello!! I forgot this one existed but now I need to finish it hehe. D&D fic of my DMPC Anya returning to the cult she worked for, the Order of the Rotten Eye, after completing a quest to murder the Divine Flame—@/haaawaiianshirt’s own Delilah Burton. Which all happened SEVERAL sessions ago. (Naturally, unbeknownst to Anya at the time, Delilah had been revived and Anya wasn’t supposed to survive the mission in the first place. Which she technically didn’t, but she was also revived. It’s complicated LMAO. She’s turning a new leaf and traveling with the party rn :3)
Black Hollow had never been a pleasant place—but ever since the Order had arrived, the already dreary town had turned into a living hell.
The broken city was smothered in a blanket of eternal night, a pitch black, choking sky that lacked the silver light of even a single star. The town itself was small, its few residents living in squalor, while the Onyx Eye Coven lived in wealth and luxury in a massive mansion in the city’s center. They reigned terror, feeding on whoever they chose—but never drained until death. No, they let their victims live, always exhausted, always pained, always pale and anemic from the loss of their life blood.
Anya kept her head down as she passed the gaunt townspeople, averting her gaze from any passing stares—but most were too dazed, too wrapped up in their own problems or their own pain to notice the assassin in their midst anyways. Still, she wished for her mask, abandoned in Goldenglen in the pool of black ichor and angel’s blood where she had rightfully been slain. She wondered briefly if Delilah’s friends would keep it—or if it would simply be burned. She hoped for the latter.
The Order had set up their headquarters of sorts in the very edge of town, where the inky black was at its thickest. A series of mines snaked their way under the town, impossible for any but the Order to navigate, thanks in part to their twists and turns, but also to the fatal traps and deadly magic that protected them from unwanted travelers.
As she approached the jagged mouth of the entrance cavern—far too reminiscent of a monstrous maw—she stood taller, forced her chest to puff out. Any pride she should have felt in finally achieving her quest of killing Delilah was swiftly smothered by the raging inferno of shame that burned in her chest. Still, Jomoira wouldn’t be pleased if one of her deadliest assassins was sulking. Anya had learned long ago never to let the woman see that she got to her.
#she was sooooooo naive#she and Delilah were best friends growing up before Anya died in their tweens/early teens#the Order brought her back and manipulated her into believing Delilah abandoned her#and that Delilah was willingly serving Omen#so Anya was more than willing to slay her once closest friend#she’s so tragic I love her#anyway this fic won’t end well for her#the head of the Order is NOT pleased she is alive and so is Delilah#memento mori campaign#Anya Eldermourne#lo’s wips
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Memento Mori - Chapter 4
Dottore x reader
One tragedy never arrives alone
Two crows never a bore
Three meetings never a coincidence
Doubt takes root when one decision comes at a price no one could hope to pay. And when praying and pleading with the divine does nothing to dull the ache, it's only natural that curious eyes will look to other means.
When an opportunity at redemption presents itself in the shape of a Harbinger, you're all too willing to cast aside reservations and take him up on his word.
Dottore laughs in the face of adversity, yet all he can feels in the company of his newest research assistant is rage gnawing away at him as everything is derailed.
Info/tags: Il Dottore x fem reader, research assistant!reader, nuisances to lovers, eventual angst, eventual smut, eventual ending, fem reader with backstory and personality, possibly not very likeable MC, mostly canon compliant, slow burn, tags subject to change as I write
Minors, ageless blogs, blanks DNI - I mean it
Found on Ao3
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Is there any chance that Memento Vivere will ever see the light of the day?
Oh no, @flowerslut got to you, didn't she?
There is a good chance, as long as I stop forgetting it exists.
It was initially supposed to be three fics: Memento Mori, Memento Vivere (Alice lives and she and Jasper fall in love), and ??? (Jasper accidentally turns Alice). There was also a one-shot of Jasper's feelings about the whole thing, and then for last year's Whumptober, I started a one-shot if Alice had survived the attack that I never finished.
Then I thought too much and started playing around with things and wondered if maybe it should just be one fic, alternating chapters between if Alice stayed human and if she was changed. I did figure out the vampire Alice plot, but the human Alice plot was just so... so bad. Terrible. It has to rot on my hard drive for the rest of time because it can't be seen by human eyes.
And then I wandered off and forgot about it. But if people care that Alice is still dead in the hole and want a happy ending, I can do that.
You just have to tell me if you want it as one long fic with alternating chapters or two shorter fics. Content stays the same, I just have to come up with a third title and figure out human Alice's story. Because I worry it might get confusing if the chapters alternate, but it also might be a fun way to explore possibilities.
(Jasper's little POV snippet below; that'll be put up as an extra chapter to Memento Mori when it's done.)
“Jasper killed Alice Brandon.”
The words hit Carlisle like I’ve stabbed him. Four plunges of the knife. I see the news sink in, and I can see him go rigid, to resist whatever reaction he wants to have. He swallows hard and nods once.
“You cleaned up?” he asks, his voice hoarse, and his words directed to Edward.
“Yes. She won’t be found,” Edward affirms. He’s right; her grave is deep in the Olympic National Park, where only the most experience of climbers could get to easily. No hunters would go there, no police dogs could get to the scent. She’ll never be found.
I don’t need Edward’s gift to know that Carlisle is remembering other accidents we’ve had to clean up; the wet, meaty sound as we pulled off limbs to simulate an animal attack; slicing deeply into flesh to mimic ripping; impromptu pyres, and rocks filling the pockets of horror-stricken corpses.
“What do we do now?” Esme asks. I don’t need to look up at them all. Flavours of shock, grief, frustration, rage, and pity rush to meet me. “We… we can’t leave, not without Bella.”
Rosalie huffs, Edward growls, and Carlisle is just staring off into space.
“We’ve broken the Treaty,” Carlisle murmured. “We must leave.”
#anon ask#my fic: memento mori#jasper insisting he always finishes his meals and poor alice is just red-eyed and confused and half feral#because she's been living in the depths of the forest alone with only her visions to tell her not to go near humans or leave the forest#rosalie seeing her as evidence and suggesting they destroy her before the pack connect the dots#and carlisle just sees this poor girl everyone let down over and over again and he has so much guilt he didn't protect her better#fun for the whole family
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incorrect quotes
➲ featuring the bat & the beast
Ryan: Here’s some advice.
Bats: I didn’t ask for any.
Ryan: Too bad. I’m stuck here with my thoughts and you’re the only one who talks to me.
Bruce: Go to hell.
Ryan, tearing up: I wish I could.
Ryan: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.
Bruce: I think you mean cards.
Ryan, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.
Bruce: So that’s my plan.
Ryan: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.
Bruce: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.
Ryan: It fucking sucks.
Bruce: That’s not constructive criticism.
Ryan: You’re right.
Bruce: That’s…That’s an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?
all quotes taken from here
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𝐎𝐂 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨
Name: Lydia Bulstrode
Born: 1961
Gender and Pronouns: Cisgender, she/her
Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual
Partner: Davey Gudgeon
Face Claim: Lana Condor
Era: Marauders Era
House: Slytherin
Favourite Subject: Alchemy
Job After Hogwarts: Borgin and Burkes sales assistant, Death Eater
Blood Status: Pureblood
Fic: Memento Mori
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👽 Random X-Files Fic Rec
Scully is drawn to the ocean, and Mulder is drawn to her. This fic is so lovely (and angsty).
Title: Seaside
Author: Alloway
Summary: Pondering her mortality, Scully takes a lover at a cottage by the sea. . .
Length: 20k (~3,225 words)
Classification: MSR, Angst
Rating: R
Spoilers: Memento Mori, Never Again
Favorite line: It infuriated her sometimes; she could technospeak flawlessly until even Mulder went cross-eyed and hazy, but let anything affect her--anything personal--and her confident speech gave way to a startled stammer.
Read the story!
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"Hey." He lifts my chin with the tip of a finger, forces my eyes to meet his. "Look, we both know we want this, and we both know it's going to happen. But not this way, Scully. When we make love, I want it to be a homecoming, not a farewell. Never that. Don't ask me to do that. Don't ask me to accept anything less than everything you can give. I want it to happen because you've made up your mind to live - not because you think you’re dying."
Dance Without Sleeping by wonderland
#fanfic lines I love#txf fanfic#msr fanfic#give me alllll the cancer arc fics#just watched memento mori#so this was the perfect post ep read#and first fanfic read in awhile
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