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Forget-me-not

When I'm gone, you'll miss me in a way that'll haunt you forever.

When dawn approaches, you'll grieve how I'll never get to see the sun again, cause I'm 6 feet under the foil you cannot reach.

When dusk comes, you'll miss me in the dazzling stars fore I've told you the story of Leo.

When you see the moon, you'll see me smiling down at you from above.

And when you witness the ocean, you'll find me waving.

Go in the forest, and you shall hear my voice, as I'm in the trees, singing free.

I hope you'll put a bouquet of forget-me-nots on my grass covered grave.

Because Wherever you go, that's where I'll be, screaming at you to remember me.

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It's 3am bro

25 days of Jegumas - Day 6: Fireplace - Words: 300 - @noblehouseofgay

“James? What was that letter? Is it from Dumbledore?” Lily calls from the kitchen.

James stares down at the sealed envelope, nothing written on it except “James” in beautiful handwriting. Handwriting James would know anywhere.

He clenches his jaw. Closes his eyes. Makes a decision.

The letter is tossed into the burning fireplace James stands in front of.

“Nothing, Lily, it was nothing,” he calls back, turning away from the fire.

Flames lick at the parchment and swiftly turning the letter to ash. The smudged ink, the tear-stained paper, that will never be seen. The hastily written words that will never be read.

James,

I know you wanted to never hear from me again, I know you hate me, I know you’re married to Evans now and you’re happy, and I know, I know, and I’m sorry. Merlin, I’m sorry. You probably think this isn’t even me. I don’t think I ever said those words to you. Apologized. I should have.

I was wrong. I was so wrong. About everything. I thought I could do this. I can’t. I can’t.

Something happened. And I have to do something, I need your help, and I’m going to die. That’s fine. It’s okay, I’ve accepted it. It has to be done. It has to be me.

I just can’t die with you still thinking I was fighting on the wrong side. I’m not, anymore. I never really was. You probably won’t believe that. That’s fine too. Please just believe that I died trying to do something right. For once, in my entire life, I’m doing the right thing.

I couldn’t write Sirius. I just can’t do it. Please tell him. And tell him I’m sorry. Tell my brother I did love him. I never told him that.

Je t'aime,

Love,

Regulus

R.A.B.

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Regulus moving into a new flat and suddenly his neighbour is knocking on his door asking him to kill a spider.

Coincidentally, that neighbour is James.

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wheezing

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My first time playing this game and I have no idea what I'm doing

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Barty: I’m not in love with Evan

Regulus: okay?

Barty: I mean, just because I think about him all the time, and want him to kiss me, and have him do disgusting things to me-

Regulus: ew

Barty: -doesn’t mean I’m love with him!

Regulus: okay..

Barty: and just because he’s perfect and smart and funny and so fucking attractive doesn’t mean that I want to be his boyfriend

Regulus: okay??????

Barty: anyway this is ridiculous, why are we talking about this?

Regulus: I DONT KNOW BARTY YOU STARTED THE CONVERSATION

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Bro it's 12 am, the day just started 🧍‍♀️

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

sirius has always known that. it was one of the first things his tutors told him when he was barely a toddler, and it was mentioned in some hogwarts' classes once or twice.

he sometimes ponders about it, how certain magic wasn't everlasting.

he witnessed it once, in his seventh year. the war had already started, and with each passing day, more and more students got black letters delivered, all of them mentioning some recently deceased relative. it was a third year ravenclaw girl he doesn't quite remember, but who always carried a fairy doll that her uncle enchanted to act like a living one. she always carried it in her pocket and let her out when she was bored or to show it to other students.

the day she got her letter at breakfast, she frantically searched her robes and took out the little doll, and it looked just like that, a doll. no more flapping wings, tiny giggles and fairy dust, just a toy. she burst into tears then, and was inconsolable for months.

it's one of sirius' most vivid memories.

it seemed so bizarre.

he prayed something like that never happened to him, because it would hurt. it would destroy him.

he was only given enchanted things by the people he loved the most, so he would know immediately if any of the different trinkets were to just go dull. the second it happened, he would know he has to face a reality without one the fundamental beings of his very self. it terrified him.

it was one of his biggest fears.

and it happened to him.

it was a thursday afternoon.

they had a rare free day. no fights, no funerals and no war in his and remus' flat, not for that day. james and peter were there too, an 'afternoon with the lads' they called it. they were laying on the living room, sprawled all over, bowie on the record player and cards on the table along with some beers.

he was on the way to the kitchen when he felt his hair falling out of the messy bun he did in the morning.

and, with a little clink, there was a metal star hairpin on the ground.

he knew then.

it was a secret, how he kept that hairpin. well, not a secret per se, but no one knew where it actually came from. only sirius.

no one knew he had the most horrendous time trying to tie his hair when it was long enough to do so. his hair was just as temperamental as him, which meant that they usually didn't get along. he suffered for months until that hairpin was gifted to him.

sirius didn't quite know how it really worked, just that it was charmed to make everything easier. he just had to think about the hairstyle he wanted for the day, and the hairpin would do it, shrinking or getting bigger if it was necessary, securing his hair perfectly and without much fuss.

no one knew that except sirius.

and regulus, who gifted it to him in his third year.

regulus.

his baby brother.

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

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dorcas meadowes in this fic is everything to me

fic: crimson rivers by bizarrestars

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James Potter 🤝 Harry Potter stalking a certain Slytherin boy that may or may not be related to the most noble and ancient house of Blacks

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crimson rivers marylily

my gorgeous girls 🫶 fanart of ‘crimson rivers’ by bizarrestars on ao3

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I hate that headcanon that says Peter betrayed them all, James and Lily died, Harry became an orphan, Sirius went to prison for 12 years for a crime he didn't commit, and Remus spent more than a decade alone. Lmao, like, who thought that was a good idea?

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Will this ruin my mental stability if it happens? Yes. Do I want this to happen? Also yes

When Agatha and Billy find Tommy I kinda want him to remember everything that happened inside of the hex. He would remember spending time with the Version of Billy in the hex and he’d remember Wanda and Vision as his parents, it would be so good.

Because then we’d have one twin who managed to save himself, but does not have any memories of being Billy nor of Wanda, Vision and Tommy. He can just sense Tommy being around and missing a part of him. Not having these memories Billy has canonically found a new family for himself (Agatha, Williams Parents, Eddie) and he doesn’t see Wanda and Vision as parental figures because he does not remember their love. He only knows what he was told about Wanda and that’s all been awful.

Meanwhile Tommy would only have that. Everything that’d have ever happened to him would be what happened in the hex so he would cling to it. He would beg Billy to remember as well and he would probably hate Agatha for what she did to his mom (at least at first) and not understand how Billy could see her as a mentor / aunt / parental figure.

My point being: Billy wouldn’t see Wanda and Vision as his parents and Tommy would. Thus: The Angst. The Conflict. Tommy trying to get Billy to remember just to realize that the Billy HE remembers ISNT THE CURRENT BILLY.

And BILLY having gone through ABSOLUTE HORRORS to get Tommy back only to be COMPARED to a version of himself that he doesn’t remember over and over AND OVER

OH GOD I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS HEADCANON ALL DAY SOMEONE HELP ME

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Maybe I should sleep

Doomed yaoi

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crimson rivers wolfstar

“you’re my favorite hello.”

“i’d die for them, but I’d live for you.”

ahh crying just thinking about them. they’re so precious to me. fanart of ‘crimson rivers’ by bizarrestars on ao3

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Fan fic when?

red string of fate au where james is sick and tired™ of having to wait for destiny to bring his soulmate to him.

especially because in this universe the intensity of the red in your string shows if you are close to your other half (bright red when you are really close, but a maroon-ish color when far)

also, only you can see your own string, and the only part that's truly visible is what's tied on your pinky finger and a bit of the loose part, but it's just a couple inches of it that then turns invisible so it's not a bother.

so! james' string is bright bright red, like BRIGHT red. his soulmate is close but he has no way to find out who it is until "the right moment" which is when he and his soulmate get to hold hands for the first time.

james tried to hold hands with EVERYONE (who was willing and with a bright string as well, he's not daft) on the gryffindor tower, his quidditch team, and even some students from other houses who he has classes with.

results: nothing.

he gets so riled up and impatient, that one day he just snaps.

which means: he goes to the great hall for breakfast (because everyone is there), sits at the very beginning of the gryffindor table (to have everyone in his field of vision), grabs as much of his red string as he can (so, right before it becomes invisible) and. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

two things happen in like two seconds.

one. regulus black, who was just about to leave the great hall, is yanked backwards and barely caught by barty before he hits the ground. his arm painfully stretched to james' direction.

two. before james can finish processing that what the fuck, regulus black is his soulmate and sirius is going to murder him. regulus manages to stand back up properly, stares at his pinky like it has personally offended him, and. also. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

so james also gets yanked, only that, as he was still stunned from what just happened, he gets pulled out of his seat and dragged for maybe five steps towards regulus. arm painfully stretched towards him.

sirius, who has been watching everything, loses his shit.

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crimson rivers jegulus

regulus “where are his glasses” black and james “you’re hesitating, love” potter

fanart of ‘crimson rivers’ by bizarrestars on ao3

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Spiderverse part.4

This is like the episode of those Nickelodeon days, when a famous person appeared and the pre recorded cheers and claps sounded. That’s it here havsgafxhafaha