Jan 19, 2025
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Books: Main characters must follow the plot.
Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?
I used to think enemies to lovers was my favourite dynamic, but after looking at my ships I can confidently say that friends who have no boundaries, are completely obsessed with each other, are basically already dating, will let the world burn down for the other, and are too clueless to realize they’re in love to actually still just friend because by the time they realized their feelings one of them has moved on/died is my favourite dynamic
“That ship is toxic ! They're so unhealthy—”
Sirius sat on the cold stone floor of his Azkaban cell, eyes fixed on the man across from him, who repeatedly thumped his head against the stone wall.
“Your father’s a right prick,” Sirius muttered.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Barty Crouch Jr. deadpanned.
Sirius let out a bitter huff. “I don’t think my own parents would’ve done what yours did.”
“No trial. Took the word of others. You didn’t do it… did you?” Barty’s tone was flat, almost accusatory, but not really.
Sirius said nothing.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Barty muttered, voice low and tense. “As soon as I get out. Moody, too, that piece of shit… killed my Rosie.”
Barty’s voice cracked.
“I’m sorry about Evan,” Sirius said quietly.
“And Regulus,” Barty added, eyes briefly meeting Sirius.
Sirius’ gaze hardened. “If I get out… I’m going to find Pettigrew. And I’m going to make him pay.”
Barty smirked faintly, a glimmer of approval in the dim light. “Revenge suits you, Black.”
regulus doesn’t knock. he stands silently outside your door until you sense a presence and open it and sees nothing wrong with this.
behind every hot girl there is unhealthy, slightly concerning, spiritual connection to harry potter’s dead parents dead friend group
barty talks to babies like they are full grown adults and when they reply with baby noises he goes “i know right?”
i don’t make the rules
rosekiller au where they dont know eachother and meet like this