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used - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 302

“You know you’re just being used, right?”

James, who had been, for once in his life, minding his own damn business, started as a fifth year girl blocked his path to his dormitory. Next to him, he felt an invisible hand grab his elbow, and he prayed that the boy it belonged to would keep his temper in check. “Erm. Used how?” he asked politely, already knowing the answer.

“Regulus Black. The Slytherin you’re seeing? He’s only after you for your money and your reputation,” the girl’s companion said snidely, as if the whole thing was obvious.

“My��reputation?” James repeated, amused. The hand clutching his elbow tightened, and he swore he heard a soft, angry snort.

“You’re nice. He’s not,” the first girl rolled her eyes.

“That’s…” He trailed off. She wasn’t completely in the wrong, there. This time, the tug at his elbow was more like a pinch, and he couldn’t resist smirking. “You know he’s filthy rich, right? He doesn’t need me for my money. Plus, aren’t you kind of saying that I’m not very desirable, then? If all I’m good for is my money and my reputation? Seems like maybe you have the problem, not him.”

Both girls blinked, clearly stunned at their own implications.

“Doesn’t matter,” James chuckled. “Either way, I wouldn’t go around saying that. You’re right. He’s not as nice as me, and if he hears, he’s not going to be too happy.”

“I’m not afraid of some stupid Slytherin,” the second girl snarled. “Let him–”

But she was cut off, a Stinging Hex that seemed to come from nowhere making her yelp.

“What the fuck?” the first girl gasped.

James shrugged. “I warned you.”

And with that, he allowed Regulus, who was currently hiding under his Invisibility Cloak, to pull him off to his dorm.

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Heeseung: Hey what's a good way to say 'Im dying on the inside' but in poetry?

Jungwon: I may look like a calm ocean, but all of a tsunami's waters are raging inside of me.

Niki: Outside I skrt skrt but inside I hurt hurt

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so pandora is a seer but i love to imagine evan having whack ass night terrors. like he sits up in the middle of the night eyes glazed over talking about the end of the world and bartys just like yeah okay cool, man and then forgets to tell him it happened in the morning

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Don't feel like fixing my mental health now so I'll just listen to music

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I love that Sally Jackson’s 3 love interests are just

Literal god

Canonically pure evil

Paul

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james otter

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my unpopular opinion is that regulus does NOT know how to cross the street, he has zero perception and he always has to be accompanied by someone or he could actually kill himself.

red light? green light? there are no lights. it's forever a fuck it we ball and if i die, i die.

james had to physically pull him back several times and pandora pretty much has him on a death grip every time they go out.

barty is not allowed to accompany him because he also can't cross the street like a regular human being (but in his case it's because he loves the thrill of being almost hit by multiple cars)

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James "I love you, but why did you get me dead flowers?" Fleamont Potter and Regulus "They needed sunlight, so I figured you'd work" Arcturus Black

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@rosekillermicrofic - Prompt: Stain - Word Count: 322

The blood wouldn’t come off. No matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how much soap he used, it lingered, staining the creases of his hands.

Evan Rosier leaned against the sink, his chest heaving, water dripping from his hands. The mirror reflected a face he barely recognized. Tired eyes. A clenched jaw. A mask cracking under its own weight.

Behind him, the door creaked open. Barty. stepped inside, silent and watchful. “Still scrubbing?” he asked, his voice light but edged with something Evan couldn’t quite place. Was it consern?

“It won’t come off,” Evan muttered, not turning around. “I can still feel it.”

Barty stepped closer, his footsteps barely audible. “It’s not about the blood,” he said softly, leaning against the counter. “You know that.”

Evan clenched his fists. “Don’t psychoanalyze me, Crouch.” He said that a bit harsher than he meant, but he’s not going to say anything now. 

“I’m not,” Barty replied, his voice almost gentle now. “But you can’t outrun it. The things we do—the things we’ve done—they stay with us.”

Evan turned to face him, his gaze sharp. “And you? Does it stay with you?”

Barty smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course it does. But you learn to wear it. Like a badge. Or a scar.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You can’t wash it away, Evan. You live with it.”

The space between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken truths and shared sins. Evan’s hands ached to reach for something—anything—to anchor himself. Instead, he turned back to the sink, gripping its edge until his knuckles turned white.

“I don’t want to live with it,” he whispered.

Barty placed a hand on his shoulder, firm yet strangely comforting. “Then don’t let it consume you. Make it yours.”

Evan looked up, meeting Barty’s steady gaze in the mirror. The stain wasn’t gone, but maybe, just maybe, it didn’t have to be.

(This is give the same vibes as the prank and I really didn’t want that, but we live)

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Everyone saying Barty’s Boggart would be his father, but have we considered it to be himself? His boggart is nothing but a simple mirror, and on the other side he sees someone who’s supposed to be his father, but has his mother’s eyes. And then it hits him, his boggart is not his father, it’s himself, and the thought of becoming his father.

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Evan Rosier makes orange juice at 3 in the morning, and Barty Crouch Jr. will sit next to him, eating the orange seeds that were separated from the fruit

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That night, something about him felt different. Something had shifted, though he didn’t know if it was in Remus—or in himself.

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Back in 2023

I already knew who were my favs fr 🙏

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artist : @star_ry_eyed

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there are two kinds of rosekiller fics:

evan is ace and doesn’t like the idea of sex. barty’s spent all of his relationships trying to be sexually pleasing, just for him to end up with his childhood best friend who doesn’t even like the idea of it. this shows that evan loves barty for his personality and character only, which is something barty needs to hear cause of his severe self-esteem issues. it shows how the two of them are such emotional people with rich feelings and follows a story of the importance of communication. it so beautifully makes the two written in the stars.

or

2. porn without plot, featuring these kinky little shits

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marauders incorrect quotes

Barty: you can trust me, remember who pulled you out of the river?

Regulus: remember who fucking pushed me?

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"I'm gay." "I'm straight." okay well I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret