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I wasn’t prepared to have my heart ripped out like that

"I hate you."

"I hate you," Regulus spits as James pushes past him in the hall, resenting the way the older boy has taken his brother away.

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"I hate you," Regulus protests as James wraps his arms around him, pulling him close, comforting him when he finds Regulus crying alone at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

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"I hate you," Regulus murmurs when James grabs his wrist and pins him against the wall, crashing their lips together, pulling flames of want and need from his body and heart.

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"I hate you," Regulus mutters with a soft smile as James tells him horribly cheesy jokes, grinning like he's a genius. Regulus tries and fails not to laugh.

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"I hate you," Regulus sighs as he rests in James's arms, breath calming even as their bare chests touch and his heart beats quickly. He can't say it yet, but the feeling is there, hovering in the heat between them.

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"I love you," Regulus confesses as he looks into James's eyes, tears running down his face, shaking with the vulnerability of the statement, wondering if the love they both have is enough to withstand the weight on Regulus's shoulders.

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"I hate you," James breathes, staring down at the Dark Mark on Regulus's forearm, face blank and fists clenched.

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Snape about Fred and George on the first day of class

WHAT THE FUCK THERE ARE TWO?

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Thanks Kat for making my ideas come to life in the most incredible way 🖤✨

Ballet Reggie inspired by @mochafrappiccinolatte beautiful mind 🫶🏼

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Im actually obsessed with this.

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As someone who grew up barrel racing this is so true. We thought equestrian riders were rich kid fake riders who don’t know how to have fun. I can see the vision.

maybe it’s the vodka cranberry on an empty stomach talking but equestrian circuit black brothers and western rodeo james and remus do you see what i’m getting at here

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@lackadaisicallizard @kat-m-toast we would be too powerful together

Having best friend mutuals who live on another continent then you do is like "you are my homie and i would die for you and also fight you even tho we've never met irl but there is a cursed ocean between us and fate has been cruel and has denyed us to be together physically because they know we would be too powerful together"

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Headcannon that Barty found out Pandora was dead from Luna at Hogwarts.

When you think about it, there’s no way Barty Crouch Sr. would’ve kept Barty apprised of current events. Barty also wouldn’t have asked about her for fear of drawing attention to Dora. After all, he, Evan and Reg worked so hard to get her out and protect her.

I imagine the conversation went like this:

“A Guide to Nargles, Wrackspurts, and Gulping Plimpies? A great book, Ms. Lovegood, very informative.” He said with uncharacteristic fondness.

“It’s quite fascinating really, Professor Moody. My mother always used to hunt nargles. She used to say you needed to be able to stop infestations before the had a chance to root.”

Used to

USED TO

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Used to

“Used to, Ms. Lovegood?” He croaks, “Your mother not searching for mythical creatures in her old age?” He hopes, beyond hope, he hopes, she can’t be gone Dora can’t be -

“My mother’s dead, Professor. She died…”

The rest is drowned out by the static in Barty’s mind.

No. No. NO. Pandora can’t be gone. Not Evan’s sister. Not their Dora. They worked so hard to get her out. He failed her. He couldn’t protect her. He couldn’t protect any of them. Reg, Cas, Ev, Dora. They all died. And he was here. He failed them.

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Conversations with my friends that are Slytherin Skittles coded (part 1):

Evan: did you hear about the clown fight at the circus? It was in tents.

Barty: ……

Pandora: I don’t get it.

Evan: What is there a lot of at circuses?

Barty: Homicide

Pandora:

Evan: like where they perform

Pandora: oh tents!

Evan: so when there’s a clown fight it’s….?

Pandora: did you say clown fire or clown fight?

Barty hysterically laughing

Evan: what the fuck is a clown fire?!

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I’ve never met a Larry I liked personally..

Is there a name you wouldn't allow at your funeral?

(I know loads of Ava's who are really horrible so I wouldn't want any of them at my funeral)

Larry

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All Larrys are suspicious you can’t trust them

Is there a name you wouldn't allow at your funeral?

(I know loads of Ava's who are really horrible so I wouldn't want any of them at my funeral)

Larry

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Actual visual representation of the devil you know, the angel you don’t

Right @lackadaisicallizard ?

source

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Fandom friends are the best friends and I wouldn’t trade them for the world 🖤

Fandom friends are so special. Like, they understand me on a level that even my best (non fandom) friend will never be able to.

They keep me sane for real.

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Beta read for your friends - they said.

It would be fun - they said.

No one prepared me to be sent absolutely gut wrenching heartbreak to read at 12:30 am.

I don’t feel very gaslight gatekeep girlboss right now.

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Let me emphasize that echo: FUCK YEAH YOU HAVE TO READ THIS

FIC RECOMMENDATION!!

The Long Game - lackadaisical_lizard

It's got so much fluff, jegulus as well as wolfstar and black brother angst and it's delicious. While it starts out a little slow by chapter 5 I was hooked and I genuinely spent solid day just binge reading it. Honestly this fic deserves more love I'm obsessed.

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Toxic Rosekiller

Once upon a time, the spirits of Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier inhabited @lackadaisicallizard and I and demanded we write Italian club owner Barty and Latin club kid Evan. They demanded toxic. Unhinged. Deranged. And who were we to refuse?

We now present: The devil you know, the angel you don’t

This may be the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever written, but I won’t apologize. Also, ya know, mind the tags.

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The devil you know, the angel you don't

So I wrote a thing with @mochafrappiccinolatte. The thing is a rosekiller fic feat. Italian club owner Barty and Latino club kid Evan. (rating explicit)

Barty may be a little possessive and there may be knives involved in later chapters...

Anyway it's on ao3 and here's a snippet:

“That girl.” Evan gestures vaguely behind him without taking his eyes off Barty. 

He nods, “The one you were dancing with? She’s quite pretty isn’t she?” 

Evan doesn’t even entertain his question. “Why is she still here?” 

“Oh, is she bothering you?” 

“No.” 

“Then I see no issue.” 

Evan lets out a huff of frustration then before he turns around like he’s going to walk back to the dance floor, back to the pretty girl with the nice lips and the nicer body. 

But he doesn’t. Instead he turns around, reaches around Barty, picks up a shot glass and downs the alcohol without flinching. Then he looks at Barty, frowns, picks up the second one and downs that too. 

“Wow, someone’s thirsty.” 

“¡Jódete!”

“I’d rather you did it.” 

Evan turns to him then, eyes slightly wider than usual. Barty isn’t sure if the surprise is at him understanding enough Spanish to know the sentiment of being told to go fuck himself, or if it’s because he wasn’t expecting such an obvious suggestion after months of veiled comments. 

Either way, Evan’s laugh and shake of the head is enough for Barty’s eyebrows to fly up in his own surprise. That’s not the reaction he was expecting. 

“What?” He can’t help the question from falling out of his mouth. 

“Why the hell am I here? Why do I come back week after week even though I know I can go to any other club in the city and fuck anyone I want to? Why do I come here instead every single time to be stared at by possibly the most possessive, unhinged, insanely hot man I’ve ever seen in my life? Why do I fucking like it?” His voice has been getting progressively angrier, teetering close to the edge of his own sanity, and his eyes are full of fire as he turns to spit the last question at Barty, “and why the fuck did you not kick that perfectly nice girl out of your club?” 

Barty leans casually against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips, thoroughly entertained by the eruption of Evan's frustration. The energy between them crackles and Barty is content to let the tension simmer.

Eventually he breaks it. “I don’t know why you’re here, Evan,” he uses his name for the first time. Evan doesn’t ask how he knows it. “Maybe it’s the good alcohol, the impeccable bar service, or perhaps...” he leans in, his lips grazing the other man’s ear. "It’s because you know it’s where you belong.”

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Barty busting into their dorm room and pulling back Regulus’ bed curtains

Barty: Reg. REG. REEGGGGG. Wake up!

Regulus: What in Salazar’s name do you want?

Barty: He likes me. EVAN likes me!

Regulus (who has watched Evan and Barty circle around each other for months and relieved to finally be over their bullshit): Really? What happened?

Barty: HE TOLD ME I WAS ALRIGHT! Alright Reg! Can you believe it?

Regulus as he snatches his bed curtains back: no, I really fucking can’t.