regulus, while being dragged down by the inferi, thought about the only thing that reminded him that happiness could still exist “at least james lives.”
just a little gloomy image that made him die peacefully.
he didn’t know that in 15 years he would have seen the same james potter’s child in that cave.
james, before voldemort had the opportunity to open the door, relieved his whole life in 7 seconds.
his favourite part was when he first met his best friend. his sirius.
that’s it. he’s the one in his thoughts the moment the unforgivable curse touches his chest.
“at least sirius lives”
sirius… just a moment before he was throwing charms with his godson, and in a question of seconds he was there.
in that endlessly veil, that would have kept his soul for the rest of the eternity.
his gaze fell on the beautiful moon that followed him always.
when he was alone, in his cell at azkaban all it took was for him to look up at the night sky.
his moon. his remus.
so, as the satellite stayed with him all those years, his memory would’ve lived in his mind until the end of the times.
“at least remus lives.”
remus. he sees green. but that green reminded him of the woods. of the nights he spent with his friends, or his lover only, trying to fight the beast inside him. he ended accepting it, afterwards. moony was in him for a reason. he thought he needed it to love someone more than himself. and that’s sirius.
his shiny star.
his lovely little sun.
he thought of how he would’ve reached peace, after all those years.
“at least, i lived with them”
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farmhouse sessions (1)
farm ellie x fem reader ¹⁸⁺ ᵐᶦⁿᵒʳˢ ᵈⁿᶦ
summary - you try to break up with your small town situationship, but she doesn’t take it very well
wc - ~700, bulleted
tags - plot with little smut, ellie and reader fucked once before but r longtime friends, ellie is toxic, so minor angst? unhealthy and nonstandard relationship practices bc its a farm in the middle of nowhere, top!ellie, bottom!reader, reader gets finger fucked, and a lil breeding kink ;)
loosely inspired by pearl, i took it and ran with it. i don’t condone any of this irl, but I would still let ellie do it to me. not proofread bc im headed to work enjoy!
“You still have my marks on you.” Is the first thing she says, eyeing your neck and taking a bite out of her steak. She’s completely ignored your speech that came beforehand.
“Ellie…” You didn’t want to do this. At all. But you loved her and respected her and wanted to do right by the girl you’ve known for so long. “Please don’t do this to me.” You beg quietly, tears threatening to break through the surface. You asked her to come over for dinner to let her down, but she wanted you at hers. Of course. She didn’t want you to forget about what happened here. When she took you over her kitchen counter after a night of drinking. You could barely get through the bad news with the flashbacks of two days ago running through your mind.
But stuttering or not you did it. Whether Ellie liked it or not, you were leaving.
You had seen the famous troupe many times, in the tapes your father had stored and in the ones Joel so graciously picked out of his attic for you many years ago when you asked for them. You hold them so near and dear to your heart. Not only because of who gave them to you, but you dreamed of starring in musicals and movies yourself.
You loved music more than life. So when they came through town for auditions, you were the first in line.
“You didn’t even ask me to come with you!” She scoffs, still pushing food around her plate. Ignoring eye contact spitefully.
“... You know I couldn’t do that.” You watched her father and her uncle build this house and the land up with their bare hands. Her father, Joel, who you hear used to be quiet and coarse, raised sheep. As the population and town grew, he raised different livestock and grew a variety of crops.
You and your father settled for a while. The both of you traveled together for thousands of miles, not liking to stay in one place for too long. But he thought this town was good for you. Ellie supposes that’s why you can’t stand to stay.
But her father was gone now. It shook everyone to their core. And in his absence, she turned into the person he once was. Shutting herself out from the world. Until you started coming around again.
“Ellie.” You call to her, grabbing her arm. Her gaze lingers on your hand on her rough arm before she finally looks you in the eyes. “I love to sing and dance.”
She takes a moment to breathe you in. You’re practically shaking across from her at the small dining table. Your food is left completely untouched in front of you. You don’t blink and neither does she. You’re upset, tears down to the collar of your dress at this point. But she can’t seem to care, because you look so beautiful right now. “I love you.” She says, genuinely. “I love seeing you and making you laugh. And fucking you.” And with that, you pull your hand away.
You forfeit the staring contest, choosing to look at your lap instead. This town was so small, you could feel the walls closing in on you. You try to take a deep breath so that you don’t choke on your tears. “It’s… it’s not enough for me. Since I was a little girl. I only had two dreams: being a mother or a movie star. This came first. I’m sorry.”
Being a mother? Ellie could give you that.
So she drags you over her shoulder to show you an empty room in the house.
It’s spacious, with beautiful bay windows that overlook the flower fields. And it’s just down the hall from the main bedroom.
She lets you soak it in. But not before tying you to the wall heater. (it’s off, ofc, safety first.)
“This can be the nursery,” She whispers over your needy whimpers. Biting at your neck as you squirm on her fingers. “You can decorate it however you want.”
You’ve come at least twice already. Once with a single digit in your cunt and her tongue on your clit. And once more with two fingers and her hand around your throat. All of your juices are dripping onto the wood floor and her arm at this point, the rolled-up sleeves of her shirt now a darker brown.
“I’ll give you a baby. I’ll give you anything you want.” She promises.
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