London    ✶    1977.

She is dead.

Her soul, her twin, her life — all gone, breath snuffed by her own hand. And at the graveyard stands another girl, wearing the same face but not the same eyes.

"They killed you." Her raspy voice, broken after what felt like years of screaming in pain, is almost snuffed from the raging wind. Despite everyone telling her it was suicide, she knows it was the phantom arms of the privileged who ruined her sister's life, forced her into desolation. "And I will hurt them in return."

The early-June breeze blows through her curls. She fists them, and darkened eyes stare at a gravestone.

"Is that wise?" her mother asks, soft palms gripping a shaking shoulder. "We can — we can leave, escape the path your father planned —"

"I am aching," she confesses, "and only their blood will cure me."

A mother is supposed to guard her daughter. But when the girl is a tsunami, a force to be reckoned with, even the strongest of caretakers know to surrender.

The hand squeezes her. "Be careful, my love. Anger is a weapon, but many have died by their own tools."

"Like her?" Rage swallows her whole, the madness of a tormented sister. "Her fate will not be my own."

They were twin flames, once. Platonic, no, familial soulmates. Linked with only the purest of love. A sword and a shield, a girl and her knife.

There is no stronger bond than two twin sisters, tied with a raw magic that only certain children could produce — that is the gift of being born an Allen, of having a lost magical heritage.

Always called lucky, one girl would use her golden words. Sentences strung like poetry, she failed to channel them into bullets. The best she could produce was a shield full of holes; her heart was never guarded.

When one has a guard dog, the twin with golden fists, there is no need for a wall.

And what is a heart with no protection? Dead.

With a corpse buried in the soil, the ichor from one sister latched onto the other. There are many lies in the world, but the largest one sits with the remaining girl's grief-addled mother, unaware of the blood she possesses.

"Only you can decide your fate, my love," her mother returns.

And so be it.

I am only cruel because you made me.

Can I do the right thing for the wrong reason? / Is it bad that I'm making friends with my demons, and / Living by a couple deadly sins / Just to make sure I finish what you began / And I ain't afraid to lose a life or ten / If it means that I get to win in the end / So I'ma do this on my own, step into the danger zone / Pull the pin and watch it blow! 

HELLFIRE, Arcane + Fever 333

Remus:     "You'll never be satisfied."
Carina:     "And isn't that beautiful?"

sarah jeffery        ✶       carina allen

(Do I terrify you? Good.)       "SLYTHERIN";  XVII;  bisexual.

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andrew garfield, remus lupin
ben barnes, sirius black
timothée chalamet, regulus black
sarah gadon, narcissa black
freya mavor, pandora rosier
aaron taylor-johnson,  james potter
dane dehaan, peter pettigrew
+     everyone else as described.

DEDICATIONS ━━━ love you all so much <333 hope you enjoy the fic!!
yllwjckts, mydearladydisdain16, angwritess, poetrysonnets, darthvwder

NOTES.

warnings | this story will contain mentions of incest, child-brides, suicide, graphic violence, homophobia, attempted sexual assault, and severe bullying. many of these topics are described in detail, but are not romanticized nor glorified. please stay safe!

notes | anyways, pls don't let this flop ily! trust there is a plot this gets juicy real quick <3 i swear that i could send a 45 minute voice memo of all the shit i have planned

PUBLISHED ━━━ 02/07/25
chapter 00, raging like twin flames.