firefighter arsonist barty. he’s got homemade cherry bombs and out of regulation fireworks. he’s perfected fires that can’t be traced back to him and he’s always coincidentally nearby when the call comes through.
barty who stares at the flames a little too long before putting them out. barty who is always playing with a lighter. barty who hasn’t had fingerprints since he was thirteen because he can’t help but getting too close.
Rita being so jealous of Bellatrix leaving her out of the blue just to going off and marrying a man. She gets filled with such jealous rage that she goes out and kills Rodolphus on their wedding night and waits for Bella on their marital bed.
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.
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they're exes. they're miserable. things ensue.
used to self care app my friends made me download that i only use to dress up my penguin and send him on walks during a meltdown . sad to say it actually worked .