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you ever speak to your best friend and it just absolutely centres you. oh yeah none of that shit matters. I love you

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Yes please

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STOP. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

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And that's a wrap on this year's fest - all 28 (!!) works have been posted, and creators have been revealed. You can find the works in our ao3 collection or beneath the cut; as always, mind the tags, and leave some love <3

A huge thank you to everyone who has participated in the 4th year of this fest, whether for yet another year or the first time, whether as a writer, artist, or reader!

All the love,

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!

reading books (both published and fanfics)

listening to music

watching netflix

eating food (chocalate and pastries mostly)

hanging out w my friends

#answering asks

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idk who decided 8 hours is adequate. if I do not get AT LEAST 10 (preferably 12-14) i am so so sleepy all the time

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#a levels is not it

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"Happy Father's Day, you idiot."

Sirius is a good older brother. Regulus lets him know. || Black Brothers fluff with a serving of angst to elevate, said fluff. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR. — feat. a basic ass Father's Day mug. As reg would like to say, it's symbolic.

@rizzulusarcturizz babe, this fic was written for u. This was supposed to be done weeks earlier but ur gurl was struggling 🥹. I know this is a very short piece but i was working on it everyday little by little and i was thinking if i couldn't get this finished during your birthday week, then this had to be done before November. I love you 🫶.

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The day of, Regulus gifts Sirius a Father's Day mug. He's laughing before he knows it because what a Grade-A dig on their father; he was proud absentee parent on good days and an enabler during the worst ones. Count on Reggie to be a petty motherfucker. Sirius takes the mug from Regulus and thumbs over the printed words, 'to the best dad always, a yearly reminder: I love you'.

Huh. Bit odd. Words a little too warm. But he gets the vision!

He tells his brother, next time, he'll get the two of them Mother's Day mugs and drink good wine with it — to celebrate their lives lived blissfully, away from her royal wretchedness.

Although at this, Regulus gives him a look of frustration and says, no.

His laugh peters out a little but the mirth doesn't leave his face. "Okay. Then what's this for, all of a sudden?" he asks playfully. Quite a weird jig Regulus is trying to pull but he waits for the punchline.

His brother looks at him, eye twitching, obviously willing him to understand what Sirius, frankly, has no chance of understanding. Coming to terms with having to provide an explanation instead of his expectant glares,

Regulus crosses his arms and turns his head away, sniffing haughtily. He says he'll only tell Sirius this, this one time and if he ever brings it up again, he'll find himself brotherless and 'now what good will that be?' he tells him all business like.

"You practically raised me, Sirius."

Oh.

He blinks once. He blinks twice. There's a Regulus-blot in front of him, right in line with an oh-so familiar prickling sensation, of his eyes welling up with tears. Truthfully, he wants to punt his brother across the room. But he's only able to grip the edge of his kitchen island, mind a mess, scrambling to come up with a response.

Who said he was emotionally ready to hear this from Regulus?

He's still holding the mug on his other hand with a white-knuckled grip. Sirius isn't sure he can look at the words printed on it after Regulus' confession, not without dropping down on the floor and having a good cry in his kitchen. With the strange floaty way he feels and the soft ringing in his ears — he considers the possibility that maybe he's shot right out of his body.

He's a Black, loathe as he is to admit it. He's not made for emotional heart-to-hearts with his brother. Those stay during the night, as they cling to each other, chasing away memories of the past. For when they wake each other up from their own nightmares. They stay behind closed doors, whispered to each other when one of them's barely coherent, too busy blinking the horrors away from behind their eyelids. These emotional confrontations were for when Sirius was 19 and Regulus was 17, knocking on his apartment door — when reassurances spilled from his lips, letting his brother know that it didn't matter how long it took him to come home. That they both waited. That Regulus finally came and Sirius was there. Like they promised.

And they always continued as normal.

They don't do this. This— this whole, thing, that Regulus is doing right now... during the day. When the sun is up and they can see both their faces clearly. When the situation doesn't call for it!

Sirius feels like a thousand moments have passed and barely any at all.

He's barefoot in his own kitchen, halfway through his lunch. He can just about hear the neighborhood dogs barking from right across the street. There's food saved for his brother in the fridge and— and— Sirius Black, simply wasn't expecting this from Regulus, fresh off a date with his mate.

They were supposed to get gifts for Monty.

"I don't think I ever told you," Regulus says.

And this snaps him right back, attention singularly focused on his brother. Despite his panic, Sirius, smugly he observes that his brother looks like he's willing the gods to smite him down. But the little fucker, despite the both of them having physical reactions to what he's doing, plows on.

"Some part of me wants to scream knowing you say the harshest things to yourself when you think you aren't doing right by me." Regulus looks at him just as he softly says, "I hate what you do to yourself because of me."

Sirius wants to tell him it's because his one true fear is fucking this up. Hurting him. Not being there for him. Because he's his little brother. He's all his. He's all he has. He can't fuck it up. His mouth remains stubbornly shut but he's shaking his head, already refuting his brother.

"No, Sirius— you can't keep doing this to yourself," Regulus sharply exhales, "You're not allowed to do this especially when it comes to me. You aren't perfect, neither am I to you, but you're the best I've got. You always were even when we were kids. You still are, right now. And I think you always will be.

"Brother, mother, and father. That's you, Sirius. All my love came from you."

All my love came from you.

Sirius feels incredibly full.

"You were the one telling me to eat my greens. You were the one putting on my shirts for me—holding my hands and guiding them, one by one, through the shirt holes—when I was too young to put them on myself. You were the one who came when I had nightmares. When I was sick, it was you rubbing my back and brushing my hair away from my face."

How could he not? Sirius loved Regulus before he was ever born. Can't quite prove it yet, just as Reg likes to point out when he tells him, but it's true. Regulus has always been his.

His little brother shifts to look down at the floor. At the space between them. He's wearing Sirius' new shoes he's been hiding spitefully from him. Of course his rat brother sniffed them out, he thinks — sickly fond. Regulus isn't fast enough for Sirius not to see the way his eyes struggle to hold tears that Sirius' has long failed at doing so.

"Reg," he says helplessly.

"Thank you for being my entire family. I was never unloved. I was always cared for. And you gave me a place to run."

All at once, it's unbearable, the way he's standing where he is, and Regulus is standing over there. He decides that he hates it with a passion and throws himself onto his brother, hugging him like they're at threat of being separated. He loves Regulus so much.

"If you break the mug, I'm punching you in the face," Regulus tells him. With a shaky laugh, Sirius pulls back and sets the mug down with an awkward reverence. As soon as it's settled he grabs for Regulus again.

"I love you so much, you terrible git." He tells his brother, meaning every single word.

Regulus huffs, then proceeds to wrap his arms around his brother. Relishing in the safety and security of Sirius' embrace. At the surety of his affection.

"I only did what they did for me," he tells Regulus. "I wasn't in my right mind the day I left, you know." And his brother nods.

Sirius knows this. Knows how he treated Regulus leading up to his departure. Up 'til the very last moment of their shared experience in hell. That week, Sirius had already made up his mind to leave: he was going to or die trying. He just didn't know how to say goodbye to his brother and more terrifyingly, he didn't know how to ask Regulus to come with him.

So, he got mad. Mad that Regulus didn't know what he wanted. Angry and derisive towards his brother — the brother he raised alongside himself (he was just a kid too) —and in defense, just as Narcissa taught him, Regulus fought word for word. With venom and daggers. All the while alarm and hurt flashing across his face as if to ask, 'why are you doing this?'

But it's been 8 years since then. Sirius has made it a point to talk about the things he has said and done to Regulus. Apologized profusely, not for himself, but for his brother who more than deserved to hear it from him. He knows how big a part he played in the decline of their relationship, he was the one who kept starting them. He still says sorry from time to time. And Reg apologized too, for making Sirius feel like he was wrong about their parents. For blaming him for the split lip he had to keep hiding from his friends. For being dismissive because he thought it would make him stay. And Sirius tells him he was antagonistic because he wanted Regulus to come with him.

What a pair they make. They're the most dangerous apart, even to each other.

"That's why I sent you that letter," he explains, "I wanted you to know that I hadn't left you behind. It took me so long to understand why you didn't come with me that night but trust Effie to sort me right out!"

He places his cheek on top of his brother's head, "More than anything, it was the fact that I could see myself somewhere safe that made me run. It took me so long to realize." Sirius admits.

"I know," his brother says. They've had this conversation a thousand times already.

"When I did, before I could even say sorry for the things I've done — I needed you to know you could come to me," he feels Regulus do the seemingly impossible by wrapping himself tighter around him, "I needed you to know you had an out. That I was waiting, no matter how long."

Regulus pulls away, eyes puffy and tells him, "That's why you're not allowed to rake yourself over the coals, Sirius. Not about me. Not about raising me or being enough." And almost pleadingly he says, "I'm sorry mum and dad always made you feel like you were lesser than. But you have to know. To me? You're everything, Sirius."

And what can he possibly say to that? At this whole afternoon, really, where he feels like he's been caught in a centaur stampede, knowing that at the same time, his chest feels like a garden growing with warmth and hope. With dandelions planted by his brother. Nothing, Sirius concurs.

He can only smile at Regulus, tears falling down as his eyes crinkle.

Regulus scoffs at his barren display of emotion, blushing at the outward sincerity of it. A weepy little git one moment and a snooty bastard the next. Like he wasn't the one giving Father's Day gifts and starting all this mess, Sirius muses. He manages quite an exemplary eye roll as if to put himself above his brother's lowly display of vulnerability.

Regulus does give him a small smile and says,"Happy Father's Day, you idiot."

Sirius really doesn't think he could be any happier.

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ok go ahead i didn't need my heart either 😭🥹❤️

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Theo with Astoria's memory from Measure of a Man by @inadaze22

Theo denied nothing.

"Despite it all, she cares for you and thinks you're a good man. One who is unavailable because you're stuck in the past with a Pensieve of memories to keep you company. It's not that you can't let go, you just won't."

"I'm not ready."

Never before had she heard him sound so earnest. So human.

Hermione stood and joined him at the window.

Now that Hermione's eyes were opened, Theo's pain was all she could see.

She rested a gentle hand on his back for a moment of comfort. Support for a friend who had once done the same when she was lost.

"I've realised that someone doesn't have to die in order for you to grieve their loss." Hermione peered up at her friend, who wouldn't look her in the eye. "I think you've been grieving for years in the name of duty. You need to let go, when you're ready, and when you do, remember that you aren't letting go of love or letting go of her. You're just letting go of the pain. You've been carrying it too long." Chapter 24

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This part deadass killed me on spot and i swear im not exaggerating. I had my speculations waaay before that the woman Theo was in love with was Astoria but I swear I wasn't ready. The sadness the "what ifs" hanging around them, it is heartbreaking like SERIOUSLY. Unfortunately i couldn't find the name of the movie or a tv show which was the inspiration of this illustration, but the moment i saw it on my pinterest, I was like this is definitely Theo, I was so invested emotionally, I even used more than one brush 😅😅 which rarely happens 🤧🤧

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ok can i just say, if you haven't read this fic YOU SHOULD READ IT NOW!!! this is an instant addiction and i love the idea of theo and astoria no matter how heartbreaking it is 😭 like, their love is so pure that he still loves her so many years after he lost her, unable (or unwilling) to move on, all through her marriage to one of his friends, her illness, and promising to her that he'll take care of both draco and scorpius and him putting aside his own personal feelings just so he can keep that promise? that's just heartbreaking 🥺🤧 im so in love with the idea of them and anyways, im just here to say that you should all absolutely read this fic, and that i may or may not be obsessed with this pairing which is over by the time this fic is written

#dramione fanfiction #theodore nott #theo nott #astoria #astoria greengrass #measure of a man #ao3 #heartbreaking scene 💔

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having thoughts about barty crouch jr

like what do you mean he escaped from azkaban thanks to his mother who took his place??

just to be then imperio’d by his father???

he basically spent most of his life in prison. you know, metaphorically speaking… (screaming crying throwing myself against the wall)

also on the other note: the fact that barty and james both had an ivisibility cloak???

not to mention the fact that he was obviously very fucking smart??? (the whole gof being the evidence of that) of course he was a fucking ravenclaw, his brains mate, his fucking brains

always kinda cackling about the way he basically went: yeah i’d like for you to die but mate my boss wants to kill you himself so i refuse to let you die before that so yes i will help you to get through murdeous tournament at all fucking costs alright just take it ask no questions trust me dude i know what i am doing

and then screaming crying throwing up because he survived all his friends. all of them. regulus, evan, dorcas, pandora. (he lost pandora and dorcas first, when they went the different way, after losing reg there was no more hope for him, but losing his evan made him lose his mind, made him the mad man)

(barty finally understood why dorcas went mad, basically all achilles, after marlene died. he finally understood the pain dorcas felt, when evan died in his arms. and you know how it goes, going mad with pain. he finally understood why dorcas laughed, when she took down no small number of death eaters in her madness, before voldemort finally stopped her. he understood it, when he tortured alice and frank, ones of those responsible for evan’s death, and he laughed too, madly, finally tasting the sweetnest of revenge. and at those moments he allowed himself for a moment to miss his former friend, to mourn her. and he let himself taste the bitter memory of her, of them, of who they used to be, of who they never got to be. just for a moment. and it was dorcas who he thought of in his last moments, when he finally understood the relief, she must have felt, as she was finally going to join the love of her life and above. and he died with the same little content smile as he thought of the girl who was once his friend, who went mad over her lovers’ death, whose doom was so similar to his, yet not really. he thought of dorcas and marlene when he finally reunited with evan in the afterlife. and in the afterlife, finally free, finally happy, finally not in pain, he hoped that in their next life, the doom would be fate instead.)

alright this escalated quickly, that was not the plan but eh, anyway, i’ll leave it there.

so yeah. barty crouch jr. want him in my pocket. he’s my bbgirl an i’m starting to go absolutely feral over him. hopefully i’ll be able to stop that train before it crashes, and there will be no faith for me anymore. (hehe delulu is the solulu)(i’m a lost cause already, who am i kidding)

also absolutely convinced he and sirius talked shit in azkaban. they were absolutely the prison buddies.

anyway barty. crouch… junior. (fr mr igor karkaroff had no business to say his name like that in the bloody movie) my mad crazy felon. i love him your honor.

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this. omg. this is perfection.

#i should definitely be asleep btw #dead gay wizards #barty crouch jr #marauders era #slitherin skittles

my-beloved-fandoms

Regulus “Don’t do love, don’t do friends” Black

Dorcas “I’m only after success” Meadowes

Pandora “Don’t need a relationship” Rosier

Evan “I’ll never soften my grip” Rosier

Barty “Don’t want cash, don’t want card / Want it hard, want it fast” Crouch Jr

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suddenly finding myself obsessed with this friend group

#regulus black #barty crouch jr #marauders era #slytherin skittles #evan rosier #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes

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Percy Jackson Season 1 Episode Titles!

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can't wait xoxoxo

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every single person who reblogs this

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I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET

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SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU

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I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

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there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

how

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i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago

how the actual fuck

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well

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I want a doot doot

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WHAT THE F THEY SENT IT TO ME

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lets see how this works chile

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if this works we’re sending back a “tood tood”

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let’s see if this works

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legacy of gods headers like or rt if u save

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I think I need help with all the simping I'm doing for landon king 🥵🥵🥵

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I thoroughly enjoyed every single one of these

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Me after looking at this post:

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Really, truly, the best Jily fanfiction out there.

Well, according to me. Many of the below contain adult scenes, so proceed with caution. I give the rating listed by each separate site’s rating scheme, so as usual, AO3′s “M” may not be equivalent to fanfiction.net’s “M,” and anything posted to Tumblr is listed as unrated unless given an official rating by the author.

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Favorite Characterization of James: The Last Enemy: Dark Marks by @chdarling

The entrance to Hell is hidden at the base of a large willow tree, a human-sized hollow tangled in its roots, ready to swallow you whole...

It’s 1976 and the events of the past term at Hogwarts have left their mark on all involved. But it’s a new school year now, with new teachers, new rules, and new regrets. Yet as the war clamoring outside the castle walls grows ever louder, the students inside will learn that some marks are impossible to wash away.

Dark Marks is the second book of The Last Enemy series, which follows the lives of the heroes and villains of the First Wizarding War from 1975-1981.

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Hullo, James here. Just wanted to pop in and say thanks awfully for this shiny little award. I’m not entirely clear on what I’ve won an award for — Moony says it’s for being myself, Padfoot says it’s for being a prat — but I’m fairly certain I don’t have to polish this one at least, so that’s nice.

CH is still off wandering the hills as a hermit, or whatever it is hermits do. Exploring asceticism, despairing humanity, making her own soap, that sort of thing. I think we can all agree that it’s very irritating of her, and that really she left TLE in rather a mess, and she needs to get her arse back here and fix things immediately or SOME OF US (me) are going to lose our BLOODY MINDS.

Ahem.

Anyway. Since I am a big fan of forgiveness these days, and since Evans told me I’m not allowed to hex people just ‘cause they annoy me, I shall leave CH alone and end this tirade note by saying thanks again, and see you all in the New Year. Twenty-twenty-THREE. I have a good feeling about this one.

Cheers. xx

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