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The Black brothers

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Remus banned Sirius from grocery shopping alone because he once came back with “nothing we actually needed, but look how tiny this watermelon is Moony!”

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*in the middle of a breakdown* Omg wait. this is just like the character

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6/22 - respect - word count: 634 - @rosekillermicrofic

“What would you have done?”

It’s hard to hear Evan, for Barty, right then, over the rush of the blood thudding in his ears, the commotion of the battle they’ve left behind. 

“What?”

“If there’d not been a war. What would you have done?” Evan looks up at him, pale and eyes shining with pain, but so, so earnest. Pleading, like he wants an answer. A glimpse into the life they never got and never will. 

Don’t think like that, Barty urges himself. But then again, when has he ever listened to anyone?

“I would’ve loved you,” Barty says, and it’s sincere, and simple. He kisses the tip of Evan’s nose, then both of his cheeks. He continues peppering kisses on Evan’s face as he gives weak giggles.

“We could’ve had a house together,” Evan says, tears beading up in his eyes, and the first one to break through is like a burst dam. Barty’s heart twists watching Evan like this, now. He could- he could kill the person who did this. He would. He would do it. “Maybe- maybe with Reggie, and Dor, and Panda.” Each of those names leave Barty feeling like he wants to throw up. 

He misses them. With his whole body, like someone has carved out a piece of his heart and squeezed it, bruised and bloody. And he feels that hole inside him aching. He tries to imagine a different universe where- where Evan is right. 

A universe where they’ve built a life away from the father Barty never respected, and away from the responsibilities of the House of Rosier. Away from the Dark Lord and serving him, but safer and together nonetheless.

He can’t. He can’t see any further than what he sees around him now, and that’s the final nail in the coffin. The realization that here, now, is the only thing that’s real. 

“Evan,” he sobs out, clutching at him, cradling Evan to him like it’s their last day to be together. And it is. It is and Barty will never be the same after. He didn’t even think there was going to be an after. After all, it had always been them, together, against the world. Not just Barty, nor just Evan. And Barty had thought it would always be like that. “Rosie. Don’t leave me. Don’t- don’t do that.”

Evan lifts up a hand to his face and brushes away the tears. Barty leans into his touch, melts into it - it is the only comfort Barty has ever known, in his miserable little life. “Don’t cry, Barty. Don’t cry, please.”

“I’m sorry,” Barty weeps. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re perfect,” Evan says with conviction, even as tears trail down his cheeks. “I love you, Bee, you’re beautiful. You’re perfect.” He says it like it’s a fact of life, like Barty is the only thing that there is in the world worth praising. 

He’d loved that tone, once. The one Evan’s voice took on when it was just the two of them, when they were whispering secrets to each other that were snatched by the air between them. Now, Evan’s whispered words seem like an ultimatum. 

“Stay,” Barty begs, pleads, even though he knows it’s out of their control. Evan pulls Barty down and he goes willingly, his arms around Evan growing tighter, to keep him with Barty. 

And there was another kiss like this, wasn’t there? In form, but not in circumstance? One when Barty thought he’d never again be unhappy, never let that smile out of his face, as long as he had Evan’s beautiful hazel eyes in his sight. As long as he could see that reassuring shade of brown with flecks of green that danced in the light. 

Barty couldn’t see those eyes anymore.

He never could bring himself to smile again.

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If Regulus can’t reach the top shelf he’d scramble onto the kitchen counter to get whatever it is he wanted and James would be watching all of this unfold thinking I could of easily gotten that for him but god he’s adorable

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I feal like I should probably look into the fact that all these lyrics relate to my issues around friendship

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I can't be asked

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When its 3am but the grumpy morally grey character had a 'oh, oh' moment as they stare at the sunshine character all while trying not to have a panic attack.

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I hate that I’m accidentally mean to people bc I say stuff without thinking, like I’m so sorry that was an inside thought, I have no filter

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just fyi Regulus is actually brighter than Sirius. it's just further away from the sun

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I meann how bad of a decision is it if no one comes from the future to stop you ?

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Sirius’s first instinct after a fight with Remus is to pack a bag and leave. Not because he wants to, but because deep down he still believes love doesn’t survive anger. He grew up learning that love is conditional, that anger means abandonment. So he panics.

But Remus always catches him at the door. Every single time.

“I can be angry with you and still love you. I can need space and still choose you. Love doesn’t vanish just because things get hard.”

And that messes Sirius up more than anything.

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Peeta: I'd like to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Katniss: I wake up at 5am every day to go hunting.

Peeta: I'd like to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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Regulus inspired by @spookeart ✨

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constantly worried that people hate me/think im weird

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Like it looks sooo good in my head, and I will spend the time finding what I need

But it's so difficult to find what you need 😭😭

I forgot how annoying video editing is

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james who gets quiet when his mind is too loud

james who picks at his lips when hes anxious

james who cracks one too many jokes to mask the sadness he feels

regulus who notices every single time

regulus who talks for hours so james has something to distract himself with

regulus who laces their fingers together so james’ lips can heal

regulus who observes, and james who cries when he realises that regulus sees him