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Black Hole Fantasy (The Crane Wives) by KesKKics
Fandoms: Marauders Era (Harry Potter) - Fandom
01 Aug 2025
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The Black Family is a part of a cult called the Death Eaters of the Black Hand, where Orion is the prophet, and they're going to need an Heir to take his place once he passes away. Sirius has run away, so now everyone expects Rana (Regulus) to fill his place. Luckily, someone is able to help them out, and he finds a couple of friends along the way.
“You said you would never leave me!” Rana chased after Sirius; she wasn’t even wearing shoes, and she would get frostbite if she were out here much longer. “So come with me!” Sirius turned to look at her. She shook her head, shivering. “Where are you going to go? There's no one out there, Sirius!” Sirius looked at her with almost a sense of disgust in his eyes. “So you want me to stay!” He threw his arms up, and Rana flinched back, covering her face with her hands. Sirius’ expression dropped. “Rana, look what they’re doing to you, to me! It’s not right!” His voice lowered as he took her hands in his. “I can’t stay, I’m sorry.” Rana began to sob, shoving Sirius back further and further until he dropped into the snow.
This Fic is based on the song Black Hole Fantasy by The Crane Wives. Enjoy!
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When Regulus locks the door to the bathroom James becomes worried, he's not sure how to help until Regulus confides in him and lets him in on the truth of what's going on.
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I write poetry to get emotions out, and I thought this was a good place to share my poems because someone might like them. Ya never know. Most of the poetry has a longing feel so if you don’t like that then don’t read it. :D
I have another book that I’m probably post during thanksgiving. But I don’t have that book since I’m at college. So if you like my work expect more.
I’ll post as I write more. Also if you wanna share my work go ahead just please include the sign off “- NOFT” so people know who wrote the poem, that or a link to my work. It would be much appreciated!
Also if you do enjoy my poems, please comment want you like about them! Or if your dislike them, tell me what you don’t like. I’m open to whatever. :)
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I would have died. I would have died rather then betray my friends! by KesKKics
Fandoms: Marauders Era - Fandom
01 Nov 2024
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October 31, 1980 | Godric's Hollow
Peter knocked quietly on the door, he felt completely numb except for the lip his teeth were digging into. Never in his life would he think about doing what he was told to do. What he was about to do. What he HAD to do. “Knock again” a devilish voice spoke from behind him. A tear slipped down his cold cheek as he raised his hand to knock on the thin Barrier again. He hoped no one would open the door in front of him. He hoped no one was home. He hoped that James would figure out a damn way out of this. How could he get himself into this mess? His right hand trembled while his left shoulder was coldly stiff, a pale hand placed lightly upon it. Not for comfort or to calm the man, but to ensure he completed his mission.
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Bravery is Just a Word by KesKKics
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marauders - Fandom
18 Aug 2024
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"Remember, no matter what happens, I'll always love you". Regulus rolled his eyes "Yes Sirius, I know, now get out of here before McGonagall finds you". Sirius grinned, "Never," before removing his hand from Regulus' shoulder. Regulus swallowed his anxiety as the doors to the great hall opened and closed behind Professor Mangonel. Yes, Sirius would always love him... But what if he was sorted into Slytherin... Or worse Gryffindor?
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Regulus gets sorted into Gryffindor and EVERYTHING changes... or... at least somethings... Let's find out together! because if you know anything about my writing I love to grind for like a week and then I abandon things.... Whooooooooooppppssssss.... lets pray and hope that does not happen this time because I'm lowkey so excited to write this
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The angel tangled their fingers together, tugging Crowley after him as he walked backwards to the space in front of the fireplace.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to do a gavotte, angel.”
“Oh, no, I thought we could try something simpler.” Aziraphale flicked a hand at their record player, and the needle dropped into place as the record started to spin.
Gentle piano notes joined the crackle of the fireplace, soft and slow. Crowley’s eyebrows rose as he listened to the music.
“You know how to waltz?” he asked, surprised.
Written for the prompt "when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead"
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- Part 7 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
Bookmarked by KesKKics
20 Aug 2024
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“Tough shoot or rough night?” His gravelly voice croaked out, thick and muddled with sleep.
“Rough night.” A pause. “Sorry for the sudden appearance. I know ya like your cat naps.”
“You know it’s nothin’. Come on in.”
or: i was listening to phoebe bridgers and leith ross at 6 in the morning and they started plaguing my mind so i blacked out and wrote this
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10 Mar 2024