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HP Tortured Poets Flash Fest
A Harry Potter mini-fest inspired by Taylor Swift's album, 'Tortured Poets Department'
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FEST RECAP
Thank you all for a wonderful flash fest!
24 fics based on 16 songs with the most popular being "The Prophecy," "Peter," and "But Daddy I Love Him." The Black cousins reign supreme over this album with Regulus (7), Sirius (6), Andromeda (5), Narcissa (5) and Bellatrix (4) being the most popular characters. 9 fics met the challenge of having a word count which ends with 13.
Thank you to all the writers, and maybe we'll see you again for a flash fest for Rep (tv). In the meantime, come hang out in @marauders-taylor-fiending discord server or participate in @thetorturedpoetsfest <3
She's the Albatross (She's Here to Destroy You) by thistlecat (Narcissa centric, 313, T)
Beautiful, poised Narcissa Black Malfoy, so unlike her mad sisters with their insistence on destruction.
Song: The Albatross
Did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust just to send me back where I came from? by @comesitintheclover (Harry-centric, 1013 words, G)
Harry wakes up from a long nightmare where he reckons with the anger of being left in an abusive home and how to feel about all that he's been through now that it's finally over and he's finally safe.
Song: Down Bad
If Only by multilingualism (Hermione/Severus, 1013, T)
Severus imagines what could have been.
A greater woman has faith by @sugarsnappeases (Lily/Sybill, 3849, T)
they're exes. they're miserable. things ensue.
Song: The Prophecy
Take the Glory, Give Everything by MidnightStargazer (Narcissa & Regulus, Narcissa & Draco, 743, T)
Regulus dreams of glory, longing to make a name for himself and be remembered. Eighteen years later, Draco does the same. Narcissa knows better.
Song: Clara Bow
The Prophecy by eggmett (Regulus/Tom Riddle, 1013, M)
The prophecy—For neither can live while the other survives. The thing that had finally sent Tom over the edge. Confimation that he would fall before he had even finished rising. But the omen sentenced us to death that day too. Tom and I would never be free of each other as long as we’re both alive. We’d never be able to live inside this toxic world we built. It didn’t stop me for yearning for it. I’ll always be desparate for his attention. Desparate for his touch.
Song: The Prophecy
Promises, Oceans Deep by @sixlane (Regulus & Sirius, 2357, T)
Regulus lies awake on the night of his 14th birthday, running through the plan over and over in his mind. He’s had years to work it out, make sure it’s perfect, but tonight it becomes real, no room for messing up. If he’s caught, he’s dead. He knows this like he knows his own name. A truth his parents have been telling him since Sirius left.
or,
Regulus executes his escape to meet his brother, but he must soon face the fact that he's been left behind. When Sirius finally turns up, he's seven years too late.
Song: Peter
A Dangerous Man by MidnightStargazer (Lucius/Narcissa, 695, T)
Lucius has blood on his hands and owes his allegiance to Lord Voldemort, but Narcissa doesn't care.
Song: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
what if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind? by @thistlecatfics (Sirius/Regulus, 1013, E)
Regulus and Sirius are brothers. Regulus and Sirius are no longer brothers.
Or, a culmination of fatal fantasies.
Song: Guilty as Sin
Peter by Faelostinwoods (Marlene & Peter, 229, G)
Peter had been angry, angry at his friends who treating him worse as the war got worse, angry at dumbledore for not protecting them, angry at whoever created his story because it was getting worse. He had joined the death eaters, in a desperate attempt to change his outcome. Yet, he didn’t expect it to go this far.
Song: Peter
my absence makes headlines by @plecotusauritus (Sirius-centric, 459, G)
the scandal was contained
the bullet had just grazed
at all cost keep your good name
you don't get to tell me you feel bad
Song: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
Forever Guilty, of Sin by @nena-96 (Hermione/Ron, 2148, M)
Hermione is alone inside the tent, as she tried to read The Tales of Beedle the Bard, but her memories blend in with the guilty fantasy that was being with Ron Weasley.
Song: Guilty as Sin
loml by @emlovessid (Regulus/James, 1013, M)
It’s only been a few weeks since he’s been able to put words to it, but the feeling itself has been there from the beginning, from the first twining of hands and hitching of breath as their lips brushed, growing and growing until–
“I love you,” James sighs, the words tumbling out as he breathes freely for the first time in weeks. “You might be the love of my life, actually.”
Song: loml
So Long, London by @tealeavesandtrash (Sirius/Remus, 1013, T)
The silence hangs heavy, dead air suffocating. The sky outside is covered in grey clouds, casting the kitchen gloomy shadows. The pathetic fallacy is well-suited at least. Sirius’ eyes burn into him, staring him down over a cup of tea. It makes Remus’ skin crawl worse than the half-healed scars that litter his arms and back. He focuses on buttering the dry toast. Three months ago Sirius would have had breakfast ready for him when he came home. Six months ago he was still begging to spend the full moon together.
Song: So Long, London
Burn My Life Down by @thecasualauthor (Andromeda/Ted, 637, G)
She sees everything about her life burn to ashes.
Song: But Daddy I Love Him
Slow Quicksand, Poisoned Blood by @nodirectionhome-ao3 (James/Lily, 913, T)
After learning of the prophecy that threatens to doom her son, Lily begs the cosmos to spare him from this fate.
Song: The Prophecy
I might just love you 'til the end by @ncoincidences (James/Lily, 1013, G)
James and Lily have been together since high school, seven years with each other. Recently, they have been drifting apart... will they make it till the end?
Song: imgonnagetyouback
These Fatal Fantasies by MidnightStargazer (Bellatrix/Tom, Bellatrix/Rodolphus, 606, M)
Bellatrix is faithful to her husband. Technically. But her heart belongs to the Dark Lord.
Song: Guilty as Sin
Mine Alone to Disgrace by MidnightStargazer (Andromeda/Ted, 474, G)
Andromeda tells her parents she's engaged to Ted Tonks
Song: But Daddy I Love Him
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by MidnightStargazer (Narcissa centric, 770, T)
Narcissa won't let anyone see her cry, even when her heart is breaking.
Song: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
but now we’ll curtail your curiosity (in sweetness) by @chemicalwildflowers (Andromeda & Tonks, Andromeda & Bellatrix, 215, G)
Nymphadora finds an old photo.
Andromeda wants to protect her, for just one more day.
Song: Robin
The Black Dog by ghstboys (Sirius/Remus, Remus/Tonks, 154, unrated)
Sirius watches Remus and Tonks from the afterlife.
Song: The Black Dog
But Daddy I Love Him by @miss-grimwood (Bellatrix/Rodolphus, 146, T)
Bellatrix tries her best to avoid an arranged marriage with Lucius Malfoy in favour of Rodolphus Lestrange.
Song: But Daddy I Love Him
said you’d come and get me but you were twenty-five (and the shelf life of those fantasies has expired) by @effiepotterisamilf (Regulus & Sirius, 295, G)
It’s Sirius’ 25th birthday and he’s not coming back for Regulus.
Song: Peter
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, The Dursleys
Additional Tags: the usual gore from the books, Vague Child Abuse, and anger about that
Summary:
A song fic for HP Tortured Poets Flash Fest - Down Bad by Taylor Swift.
Harry wakes up from a long nightmare where he reckons with the anger of being left in an abusive home and how to feel about all that he’s been through now that it’s finally over and he’s finally safe.
Also fuck JKR obviously.
Words: 1013
@torturedpoetsflashfest
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Hey
Tortured poets
Is the deadline at midnight? Asking since I’m est time zone and don’t want to miss out
The deadline is a loose midnight -- meaning that the official deadline is midnight (your time) but I will close the collection when I wake up Saturday morning EST and I'm not a particularly early riser.
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today's the last day!
writing a fic which turned into a bigger fic than you intended? @thetorturedpoetsfest sign-ups are open and they might be a good place for your fic <3
As a reminder, the deadline for fest submissions is FRIDAY and not today. With the double album, everyone got an extension because I think we need it.
Submit your drabbles, fics, and ficlets to the collection here and make sure to read and comment on any works that strike your fancy!
So far we have 17 works with the most popular characters being Sirius Black (5) (our beloved Black Dog), Regulus Black (4), and Andromeda Black (4). 5 works so far have risen to the challenge of having the word count end in 13.
Can we reach 31 works by the end of the week?
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One day left and we're at 22 works!
Regulus has taken the lead over Sirius with 7 works to Sirius's 6. Will he reign as the most popular tortured poet?
As a reminder, the deadline for fest submissions is FRIDAY and not today. With the double album, everyone got an extension because I think we need it.
Submit your drabbles, fics, and ficlets to the collection here and make sure to read and comment on any works that strike your fancy!
So far we have 17 works with the most popular characters being Sirius Black (5) (our beloved Black Dog), Regulus Black (4), and Andromeda Black (4). 5 works so far have risen to the challenge of having the word count end in 13.
Can we reach 31 works by the end of the week?
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A greater woman has faith
sybillily | 3.8k words | angsty little one-shot inspired by the prophecy by taylor swift for @torturedpoetsflashfest <3
“Do you think this is my punishment?” Lily asks, pulling back a little to speak. Sybill realises that she’s crying, tears staining her cheeks. “The prophecy, I mean, and this, and the baby, and everything. Do you think it’s some kind of cosmic retribution - a curse maybe?”
Mind still reeling from the kiss, from the conversation, hands still in Lily’s hair, Sybill frowns, “Punishment for what?”
Lily laughs, or makes a noise that could be considered a laugh; it’s weak and anguished like she’s in mourning. Maybe she’s mourning Sybill, maybe this meeting is meant as a burial rather than a revival, maybe she’s mourning herself, as if she might as well already be dead, maybe she’s always already been dead.
*****
they're exes. they're miserable. things ensue.
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She's the Albatross (She's Here to Destroy You), 313 words for @torturedpoetsflashfest
Beautiful, poised Narcissa Black Malfoy, so unlike her mad sisters with their insistence on destruction.
Based on "The Albatross" and with a word count ending in 13.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut
A rose by any other name is a scandal
The name of mad Andromeda Tonks was in the papers and on everyone’s lips at Hogwarts, and, still, Narcissa held her head high in the corridors. She only cried when she drank firewhisky with Dorcas in the dormitory, emotions anointed in burning liquor beneath the lake.
Andromeda taught the first lesson on destruction: a name change can send a world up in smoke, leaving only a burn mark on a tapestry and scars on a heart.
One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen
At night, Narcissa dreamed of Bellatrix in Azkaban. Sometimes, her ink black hair grew longer and wilder until it grew so vast it choked all of Britain in darkness. Other times, she dug her way out and emerged on the manor lawn, her hands bloody stumps and her mouth full of dirt.
It became easier to pretend she was dead. The Lady Malfoy had two sisters, deceased. How sad, how tragic. She hosted lovely parties, and she raised a lovely son.
When Bellatrix emerged from Azkaban – skeletal, darkened teeth to match dark eyes, dark hair, dark soul – she looked familiar.
Her sisters were gone, but Narcissa loved the monster standing before her.
Even as she beckoned her inside, she feared what lesson in destruction Bellatrix might teach.
So I crossed my thoughtless heart/ Spread my wings like a parachute
Her hair, the black and white of an albatross’s wings, hung down to shield the little fallen fledgling below her in the forest.
Narcissa gave the lie on her lips the flavour of truth and let it float, and she followed the Lord and the lie to the castle. Having undone an immortal man and his army, she flew away from the rocks and the rubble with her mate and her snow white baby bird in tow.
No further lessons needed.
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promises, oceans deep
for @torturedpoetsflashfest
based on peter by taylor swift
black brothers angst | 2.3k words | T
Regulus lies awake on the night of his 14th birthday, running through the plan over and over in his mind. He’s had years to work it out, make sure it’s perfect, but tonight it becomes real, no room for messing up. If he’s caught, he’s dead. He knows this like he knows his own name. A truth his parents have been telling him since Sirius left.
or, Regulus executes his escape to meet his brother, but he must soon face the fact that he's been left behind. When Sirius finally turns up, he's seven years too late.
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As a reminder, the deadline for fest submissions is FRIDAY and not today. With the double album, everyone got an extension because I think we need it.
Submit your drabbles, fics, and ficlets to the collection here and make sure to read and comment on any works that strike your fancy!
So far we have 17 works with the most popular characters being Sirius Black (5) (our beloved Black Dog), Regulus Black (4), and Andromeda Black (4). 5 works so far have risen to the challenge of having the word count end in 13.
Can we reach 31 works by the end of the week?
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what if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind? (1013 words, E) for @torturedpoetsflashfest
Regulus and Sirius are brothers. Regulus and Sirius are no longer brothers.
Or, a culmination of fatal fantasies.
Taylor wrote a song about masturbation?? still thrilled about it.
For HP Tortured Poets Flash Fest, based on the song "Guilty as Sin."
Fest bonus: word count ends in 13!
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my contribution for @torturedpoetsflashfest
Sirius Black / rated G / 459 words
the scandal was contained
the bullet had just grazed
at all cost keep your good name
you don't get to tell me you feel bad
(taylor swift: who's afraid of little old me?)
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This little Romione fic is for the HP Tortured Poets Flash Fest @torturedpoetsflashfest it’s a bit NSFW, because it’s Hermione missing Ron and the only way to cope is to indulge in self pleasure.
Inspired by TTPD: Guilty, as Sin?
Forever Guilty, of Sin <- ao3 or read below
She remembers it like it was just yesterday, she was alone inside the tent. It was a cold night, and she was sitting on the sofa while reading Beedle the Bard. Well…she was attempting to read to be more specific. It didn’t matter how many times she tried, her eyes kept betraying her. Drifting towards Ron’s empty bed, was she destined to keep on the false hope that somehow he would suddenly appear on his bed?
His departure had hurt her tremendously, but not as much as the way he spoke to her on that night. His voice had become colder than she’d ever heard before, even his beautiful eyes had shown betrayal.
It made no sense, how could he even think that she was interested in Harry? Not once had she ever thought of Harry in the same way she thought of him. Why couldn’t he understand that the reason she stayed was because they made a promise to each other. The promise they made in case either of them had doubt creeped into their minds, and caused them to believe they couldn’t continue on.
It was as if he felt she was cheating on him. Even though they weren’t together, if she had it her way they would’ve been together since the first night she went to Grimmauld.
Every time that she felt a cold gust of wind that came from the small opening of the tent flap, she’d have to restrain herself from whispering a ‘thank you’. As her mind would torture her with a moment in which Ron was still with her inside the tent. He was intent on keeping her warm…..from the horrid cold, not with…um…other ways. Not that she would’ve minded, that is.
In her memory, she was reading on her bed, when suddenly the coldness began to creep upon her skin, causing her to shiver. The plan she strategically put together was now falling perfectly into place. The moment she heard his low chuckle from his spot on the sofa, she had to bite her lip from smiling. It's a good thing it was dark inside of the tent if not Ron would probably see how flushed her face was. Would he tease her because of this, or would he find an even better way to get her flustered.
She could hear him making his way slowly to her, until she could feel the warmth emitting so close from him as he stood in front of her. Before she could say anything, Ron had taken off his jumper, that's when she glanced over at him.
Thank, Merlin, that she did because she would’ve missed seeing the thin line of red hair that would disappear underneath the waistband of his jeans, which probably went so close to his-
“Put this on, Hermione and don't be stubborn,” Ron spoke gently, effectively pulling her away from a fatal fantasy that was sure to take form in her mind and she didn’t think she could refrain from pulling a Lavender and jumping on him.
No, she wouldn’t do that because she could never be that girl that just takes what she wants, but then again why the Hell couldn’t she be that girl? It wouldn’t take much coaxing, but she didn’t want to risk her friendship because she wanted him to admit what they’ve both have been yearning for after so long.
She couldn’t confess her feelings to him, if anything Ron should be the one that makes the next move. Wasn’t he a master at chess, if so why didn’t he realize that it was his turn? Now more than ever she wishes to see his lopsided smile turn into a smirk, before saying checkmate in the most confident way possible.
That’s all she was waiting for him to do, but she wanted him to kiss her with such raw passion that it rivaled all those kisses that she’s read in those romance novels that she read. For research purposes, not like she actively read them….it was simply skimming the pages. There wasn't anything wrong with some light reading before bed. Even though she wouldn’t be able to sleep once she imagined them intertwined in such a loving and passionate embrace. Ron didn’t have to be a pirate in her fantasies, he was just fine the way he was. However, she wouldn’t mind him in his Quidditch uniform, as they sneak into the quidditch pitch and let him teach her all sorts of moves while up in the air.
Oh, wouldn't that be amazing? Yet, she could only indulge in the memories that blurred between fantasy.
Thinking about how his fingers slip underneath her skirt and trace her upper thigh, each time it would be a variation of her name. Until she felt his finger trace a four letter-word, which undoubtedly was the word, “mine”.
It was a travesty that she had to keep her longing locked away in a wretched vault when all she wanted to do was scream out his name. Was she destined to feel as if she was committing a guilty sin? Destined to be tucked away underneath her sheets, while her own hands trailed up and down her body in a practiced motion. While fantasizing that he was the one who was tracing her skin, and causing her labored breathing to increase tenfold. Having to keep herself from screaming his name, and giving in to the guilty pleasure was the most difficult thing to do. She wanted to think of something else, anything to keep from reaching the peak of her sweet but torturous release. Her body felt set ablaze and she had nobody to blame but herself, oh Merlin, she needed this but she couldn’t bring herself to say Ron's name out loud.
No.
She will not give him the satisfaction of this, he left and she wouldn’t give into this need that she has…at least not yet.
Trying to catch her breath, she tries to focus on the way the rain was beating against the outside of the tent, or the way the tent flap was starting to rustle furiously due to the wind. Anything, she needed something to distract her mind from twisting her memories of him with the fantasies that were supposed to be locked away in a vault inside of her mind. There was no use, whenever it came to him, even in her own bloody thoughts she didn’t have any control.
She was destined to this endless torture of longing for the one who had left all those weeks ago, destined to continuous silencing charms around her bed as she seeked her own relief. Destined in listening to her own labored moans while imagining that he was the one that traced her skin with his fingers.
“Fuck,” she whispered quietly, as she brought her fingers to her center, it was no surprise they were coated with her need…with her want for the one person who never managed to escape her mind. It was no use, there was no way to derail this, even if there was…she would happily be destined to this delicious torture of thinking about him.
Another memory flashed into her mind, it was a late afternoon, she was sitting beside Ron in front of the fire that he had just started, although his body gave her more warmth than the logs that were burning and crackling a few feet from them.
Was it possible that being so close to him could create a sense of calmness inside of her, it was as if everything was going to be fine. It felt like those summer nights she had spent with him at the pond by the Burrow, when nobody was around. For the time being it was as if they were the only ones in the world, that moment she knew what she was trying to deny herself for so long. The truth is that she loves Ron Weasley and there was nothing anyone could do to change her mind.
The way he looked at her, it made her feel like the only girl in the world…the only one in his life as a matter of fact. Having his full attention and not sharing it with anyone else was truly a blessing in disguise. Which is why she kept up their little game, neither of them looked away, it was like a test of wills. Who would back down first, which was difficult since they both are very stubborn and they both love a good challenge. His azure eyes would darken, and that alone would always cause a warm sensation to travel all through her body until it reached her center. Don’t get her started on the way she would get lost in trying to count the thousands of freckles that decorated his face. It was an impossible feat, but she wanted–no she needed to be the only one to know the correct answer as to how many freckles graved Ron’s face.
That thought made her wonder if she was bad or completely mad about him?
One thing for certain is that caution gets thrown straight into oblivion whenever he’s this close to her. At times even her entire vocabulary that she learned seemed to evade her mind and be replaced with just his name, Ron....nothing else, just his name and his alone. At times, it would also be her name, followed by his last name, hyphenated of course…not that she was looking so far ahead in the future. It was just a fleeting thought that crossed her mind, more often than not, if she was honest.
No matter how long they were in this stalemate, with neither of them looking away let alone moving away from one another. The outcome would always be the same, she was the first to back down from their little game. She would accept defeat with her chin raised high and make an excuse to go get firewood. When in reality she was thinking about Ron’s wo-
No. Stop.
She shook her head trying to rid the thoughts of him out of her mind. she couldn’t and wouldn’t even think of his name. Not after that night when she called out to him while trying to keep him from leaving while she did her best to not slip onto the muddy forest ground.
Yet, no matter how many times she scolds herself from thinking back to him, it was simply impossible. Once his name appeared in her mind, his silhouette began to take form in her mind…before she knew it she was fantasizing about all the ways he would make love to her…would it be love or lust? Was it a sin, if she wanted it to be both?
Was it a sin that she still indulges in self- pleasure? If so, then just add it to the list that had begun ever since the start of sixth year.
Merlin, she needed this more than anything in the world. She needed to feel his hands tracing each curve of her body, while his lips followed quickly behind. The feeling of his teeth digging into her skin, making her gasp louder than she was at the moment. Merlin, she needed Ron to whisper his own version of sweet nothings into her ear, all promises of the wicked things he would do to her. The sound of her name coming out from his mouth in a grunt or maybe a mixture of a groan. The possibilities were endless, and she wouldn’t mind taking her time and discovering all the different ways that he can call out her name.
Whether it was classified as a guilty sin, or not she didn’t care all she needed was a sweet release. Ron wasn’t here to help her come undone, so she had to take matters into her own hands…so with each fleeting memory that comes to mind she twists it to her own accord.
Blending her memories with wicked fantasies that caused her breathing to pick up again and her fingers to pump inside of her faster than before. It wasn’t until she clenched at the Weasley jumper that she had on, imagining she was clawing his freckled body as he gritted in both pain and pleasure, that she finally in what seemed like years ....whispered his name.
“Ron.”
In that moment she didn’t just see the stars, nor the constellation but the entire galaxy.
If this was a sin, then by all means she is happy to say that she would forever be guilty of indulging in her sins. Until the moment he comes back and helps her commit sin forever.
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loml
jegulus | 1k | mcd
written for @torturedpoetsflashfest <3
It’s only been a few weeks since he’s been able to put words to it, but the feeling itself has been there from the beginning, from the first twining of hands and hitching of breath as their lips brushed, growing and growing until–
“I love you,” James sighs, the words tumbling out as he breathes freely for the first time in weeks. “You might be the love of my life, actually.”
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Slow Quicksand, Poisoned Blood
After learning of the prophecy that threatens to doom her son, Lily begs the cosmos to spare him from this fate.
913 Words. Written for the @torturedpoetsflashfest
Based on the song: The Prophecy.
She speaks to the moon. She speaks to the clouds. She speaks to the rocks, the trees, the dirt that stains her dress where her body meets the ground.
“Please.”
Read here on AO3.
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Burn My Life Down
Summary:
Andromeda sees everything about her life burn to ashes.
Written for the @torturedpoetsflashfest
Based on But Daddy I Love Him
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Some 1981 wolfstar angst for @torturedpoetsflashfest
The silence hangs heavy, dead air suffocating. The sky outside is covered in grey clouds, casting the kitchen gloomy shadows. The pathetic fallacy is well-suited at least. Sirius’ eyes burn into him, staring him down over a cup of tea. It makes Remus’ skin crawl worse than the half-healed scars that litter his arms and back. He focuses on buttering the dry toast. Three months ago Sirius would have had breakfast ready for him when he came home. Six months ago he was still begging to spend the full moon together.
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Read here. Tissues may come handy.
James Potter/Lily Evans | 1013 words | @torturedpoetsflashfest
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