3 Works by electricnectar
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Choi Beomgyu listens to compilations of rain ASMR on Youtube and keeps his sheets soft and lights low to feel warm, safe, and insulated from the world. He leaves heart reacts on all of his mom’s texts and sends his dad acoustic guitar videos that he says he'll learn even though his guitar has been untouched for ages. He teases his older brother about his new girlfriend even though he won’t tease him Beomgyu back anymore.
He sidesteps his friends — another question from Kai, another careful invite from Soobin, another probing stare from Taehyun. He’s getting better at this whole avoidance thing, he thinks. He falls asleep to slow love songs about heartbreak. He has never been in love in his life, not with anyone or anything but the dark fantasies that cradle his mind and cushion his senses.
Choi Yeonjun stumbles across this portrait of dissolution. He looks, and he sees a problem with its central thesis. But it wouldn’t hurt to take another look at Choi Beomgyu. Or another. Or another…
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“I am not content,” murmurs Regulus against Remus’s lips, “to ignore the blood that runs through my veins.”
Neither am I, Remus thinks heavily. The dark creature writhes and snarls within him, baying for blood, for just a single taste of the cold, furious violence that hides behind Regulus Black’s vacant grey eyes.
I will never be content, says the monster, not until you and I are both dead.
For the Regulus Black Fest 2021.
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I’m going bonkers, Harry thinks to himself as he tears through the pile of Muggle pamphlets. He scowls at the titles, things like ‘Foolproof Guide to Losing a Loved One’ or ‘Navigating the Stages of Grief.’ Like another tasteless advert in the Daily Prophet: Muggle Therapist Version.
But what can he do? One, he’s desperate for any answer, magical or not. And, two, he’s pretty sure that it is not normal to cope with Sirius’s
deathaccident by hallucinating his dead ex-Death Eater little brother as his personal pet ghost.Which is why, as he checks over his shoulder, he’s hoping really, really hard that the problem is gone. But—
“Loath as I am to say it, Potter,” drawls the flickering, irritated spirit of Regulus Arcturus Black, “I’m inclined to believe that we are stuck together. Indefinitely.”
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( Or, a foolproof guide to mourning your dead godfather, getting haunted by his dead brother, befriending snakes, smashing lockets, and defeating the Dark Lord in the process. )