For The Wildest Mystery I Know

— for the wildest mystery i know

#MARVEY: I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY

Royal: He's betrayed you! How can you trust a servant!

Arthur: ok, hold on. There are only two things I'm absolutely certain of. A) is that I'll never be certain of anything, ever. Except B) that Merlin is the most loyal and brave man I've ever met and it would take a literal enchantment to change that.

Royal:...

Uther: Arthur! You can at least say that you're certain that I'm your father!!!

Arthur: are you tho? Because if my mom couldn't conceive and you needed Nimue to get her pregnant- is it really you who is my father? How would I know? You also lied to Morgana about HER dad!

Morgana: yeah, he's got a point

“Look what i’ve found, Haz!” Draco said as they were looking through the attic. He pulled out a box of pictures. They were old, from the 70s in fact. Draco shuffled through the pictures as Harry sat by him.

Harry pulled out a picture of his dad, James, and Sirius lying on the couch next to each other. Another one of Remus and Lily in the library. Marlene and Mary at 3 Broomsticks. James and Peter playing chess. Remus and Sirius kissing. They were all from when they were young, maybe 15 or 16.

“Your dad was fit,” Draco teased. Harry grinned at him and smacked his thigh.

Harry picked up a letter. He read through it carefully.

‘How I miss you. I want to see you. We haven’t talked. You don’t ever want to talk to me. You walk past in the halls and don’t ever say a word. Meet me in the room of requirements tonight. -James.’

We don’t talk enough, we should open up

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he gathered piles of letters that said almost the same thing.

Before its all too much

He picked up a photograph of his dad and a man he didn’t recognize in their quidditch kits. The man had a Slytherin uniform on. He was number 12, and his dad was 21. His dad had his arms around him and was kissing him deeply.

Draco looked at the picture and gasped. “Is that Regulus?”

“Who?”

“Sirius’s younger brother.” Draco whispered.

They looked at the picture, then at each other. “They’re like us.” Harry mumbled.

Will we ever learn? We’ve been here before.

They read through the letters, detailing their romances. It detailed the way they loved. The secrecy. The way James was so deeply in love with Regulus it hurt.

There was only one letter from Regulus. It said, ‘James, i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry. Please forgive me. It wasn’t my choice. It was my parents. Please, I still love you. Please James, I love you.’

Harry’s hands shook as he dropped the letter, going downstairs to find Draco’s that said nearly the same thing. ‘Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to get it. Please, don’t hold this against me. My parents made me. I still love you. Please, Harry, I love you.’

It’s just what we know.

The last letter from James said. ‘I’m here Regulus. For whatever you need. If you need someone to love i’m here. If you need someone to hurt, im here. I’m sorry.’

Stop your crying baby, it’s the sign of the times.

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Based on sign of the times

“yes, i’m afraid to fall in love, okay?

you make me feel like i’m on top of the world,

and that’s a very long way to fall.”

@ quitethefallacy (if i start loving you now, i’ll never stop)

And here’s to the fools who dream 🌌