#I BLAME MOONIE FOR THIS
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Guys sorry @moonie-cake did this I will now be revamping the AU into the Harlekitty AU now
Featuring Catni the Combat Harlekitty, Cainine The Puppermaster, and Dogatha the Ragcollie Bark-nequin
These Puppers are more touchy than usual 😊
Years of experience drawing furries clearly coming in clutch for these goddamn
#tadc#tadc au#harlequin au#tadc harlequin au#the amazing digital circus#art#pomni#caine#ragatha#caine x pomni#pomni x caine#ragatha x pomni#pomni x ragatha#Pomni simultaneously having the best time of her life and the weirdest experience ever#I BLAME MOONIE FOR THIS#YOU ALL SHOULD TOO#harlecat AU#THIS IS A JOKE BTW#maybe a recurring one#MAYBE
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The Moon Will Sing being Harry’s song
“Tell me once again
I could have been anyone, anyone else
Before you made the choice for me”
Voldemort deciding his fate because of the prophecy
“My feet knew the path
We walked in the dark, in the dark
I never gave a single thought to where it might lead”
Blindly trusting Dumbledore
“All those empty rooms”
House in Godric’s Hollow
“We could have been anywhere, anywhere else”
Could have lived in the wizarding world with his parents
“Instead, I made a bed with apathy”
Being forced to live with the Dursleys
“My heart knew the weight
Ten years worth of dust and neglect
We made our peace with weariness and let it be”
10 YEARS OF NEGLECT FROM THE DURSLEYS UNDER THE STAIRCASE ARE YOU KIDDING ME
“The moon will sing a song for me”
Meeting Remus 3rd year
“I loved you like the sun”
Remus seeing James and Lily in Harry
“Bore the shadows that you made”
Voldemort.
“With no light of my own”
Everyone in the wizarding world knowing his story before he did
“I shine only with the light you gave me
I shine only with the light you gave me”
“The Boy Who Lived.” “The Chosen One.”
“Name your courage now”
Courage literally being a trait of a Gryffindor
“We could have had anything, anything else”
He was robbed of making a name for himself because of the prophecy
“Instead, you hoarded all that's left of me”
Dumbledore. Need I say more? He kept everything from Harry and raised him as a lamb for slaughter
“Swallowin' your doubt”
Dumbledore ghosting Harry when he needed guidance the most in 5th year
“Like swords to the pit of my belly”
Dare I say the sword of Gryffindor?
“I want to feel the fire that you kept from me”
Harry’s anger towards Dumbledore in 5th and 6th year because of his absence and lack of guidance
“The moon will sing a song for me”
Meeting Remus 3rd year
“I loved you like the sun”
Remus seeing James and Lily in Harry
“Bore the shadows that you made”
Voldemort.
“With no light of my own”
Everyone in the wizarding world knowing his story before he did
“I shine only with the light you gave me
I shine only with the light you gave me
I shine only with the light you gave me
(I could have been anyone, anyone)”
^ The growl on this part specifically is so him
“I shine only with the light you gave me
(I could have been anyone, anyone)”
#harry james potter#harry potter#the moon will sing#it’s his song#are you kidding me#i love him#he means so much to me#the symbolism with the moon and the sun i’m gonna cry#i blame the marauders fandom#hjp#my love harry potter#james potter#remus lupin#moony#the moon#sun#you look just like your father except your eyes#my mother’s eyes#lily evans#moon and sun symbolism
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Something that I also find interesting that also gets glossed over a lot is that by environmental design, Cogita is very much implied to be a herbalist.
Her house is literally surrounded with drying plants and mortar and pestles, in accompany with the garden she has in the back (I imagine how this ties in with the modern day Celestic town in D/P/Pt, where if i remember correctly they sold herbs? Unless I'm confusing it for the other many towns in that game) Given all the tea she drinks I imagine she dries and makes them herself.
What I find interesting is one of the plants in the back is a lot more yellow than the others.
It's leaves are too green to be hearty grain, and I originally thought it was Silpihum, the golden plant used by the Greeks and Romans.
But looking at it design wise, it might actually be Goldenrod instead.
This might be me digging too deep into "the curtains being blue" but I got curious if Goldenrod had any symbolic meaning and, well-
And yeah- well, that's pretty on the nose isn't it? Given Cogita's canon immortality and her wearing what appears to be black mourning clothes....
#pokemon legends arceus#cogita#pla cogita#pla#headcanons#Moonie plays PLA#this is me mostly digging around for details and going; ''hey these plants look familiar''#although i was really hoping it was the silphium one since it's used by greeks.#but i wouldnt blame nintendo for not knowing what they look like since they JUST got rediscovered lol
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More Moony.. MORE!!!
MORE!
MORE.
(Also my silly lil writing thing!!)
“Mr. Lupin” “Lupin… LUPIN”
Footsteps echoed quickly toward him, but he wasn’t really concentrating.
Ah, the lake looked so beautiful, perhaps he would take Sirius this evening. They could steal away after dinner. The sunset would be nice, it usually was.
“Mr. Lupin!”
“…hm?” Remus returned to reality, a thick, putrid, burning smell creeping down his throat. He suddenly felt quite hot. What on earth? Remus looked down. Then leapt almost 10 feet into the air, no levitation charm needed. A bright green flame was rapidly climbing it’s way up his tie, and in the kerfuffle had caught his shirt on fire too.
Remus pranced around like a demented tap dancer until finally the flames were extinguished, and stood in the middle of the room in what Sirius might consider fashion statement…
Remus was now wearing a shirt that only just reached below his chest, and he clutched in his fist no more than ten centimetres of charred tie.
The classroom suddenly felt very silent, although it had been for around ten minutes now, except from the smudging and swiping of Remus’ attempts to extinguish the flames.
Professor Slughorn clapped his hands together. “Right, its half past. Class is dismissed, and I expect you to have all done the homework for next lesson.”
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“Oi Moony, looking particularly hot today…” Sirius whistled from across the hall, before he sat down at dinner.
Remus just grumbled and rolled his eyes. “Well if Slughorn had actually helped. I mean I fully believe he would’ve just watched me burn alive.”
“I don’t blame him.” Mary said from across the table. She shot him a cheeky smile.
#remus is such a daydreamer#but slughorn kinda psychotic I dont blame him#moony#remus lupin#marauders#sirius black#wolfstar#harry potter
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Gu Mang, once he gets his memories back, being unable to talk to Mo Xi without mentioning how beautiful he thinks he is every other sentence sends me
#gu mang epically failing the ‘don’t call mo xi pretty’ challenge lol#i don’t blame him if this is his choice of coping mechanism but it’s hilarious#yuwu#moonie posting
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An innocent devil 😈🥺
#fanart#my art#the who#pete townshend#keith moon#i like to draw Moonie to be innocent af and behind him is a whole chaotic mess#and Pete and Roger will blame the hell out of him#but Moonie would be forgiven anyway
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Remember that time I said "this is as much thirst trap you're going to get out of me about the thirst trap"? Yeah, I lied. 18+ from here on.
@lazyheartcomputer. You wanted to be tagged?
#ryugu phaser#a deer draws#suggestive#i blame moonie for the second batch of thirst traps ;p#the apron and pose was her idea#i learned from last time many of you like to be dominated by him...#i sadly had (have) a different vision ^^'#let's see if this is the last batch#my anatomy skills have improved since i drew these... i think... >.>
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Thinking about Remus Lupin in 1996 listening to “Black Star” by Radiohead after Sirius died
#marauders#harry potter#moony angst#moons#remus lupin#remus lupin the man you are#wolfstar#I love Radiohead#screw jkr#fanfiction#blame it on the black staaaaar#remus lupin means the world to me#wolfstar angst#listen to radiohead#listen to the referenced song specifically it’ll help a lot#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#padfoot#black dog
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I'm scared of a Marauders movie/trilogy. There I said it. Don't get me wrong, as a hardcore Marauder and Jily fan, I really, really want a trilogy, but I'm scared that they'll get the characterizations all wrong and portray James and Sirius as reckless bullies, Remus as a super calm and collected student at the top of his class, lecturing James and Siruis while they plot mischief with Peter, Snape as a misunderstood kid who did no wrong, was relentlessly bullied by big bad James and Sirius, was misguided, hence he joined the Death Eaters, how Lily was "there for Remus during a time when no one ever was" (WTF movies??!!), how James "stole" Lily from Snape (she's not a prize to win, you dumbasses), and all that.
Considering the mistakes they made in the past (looking at you movie!Hermione and movie!Snape), despite me really wanting a Marauders series (how about a Netflix series with like 3 seasons, 10 episodes each?), I don't exactly want it at the same time, if that makes any sense.
#Marauders#Marauders movie#hp marauders#James Potter#Sirius black#Remus lupin#Peter Pettigrew#Lily Evans#Lily potter#Jily#I blame Kloves#How I hate movie!Hermione and movie!Snape#Hope they don't erase Jily like they did Hinny#harry potter#Potter series#Order of the Phoenix#First wizarding war#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#Marauders map
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ponysona of demonsona. sonaception, if you will ✨
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Me? Being totally lost in the TMA fandom? Dunno what you're talking about.
No, I actually would have loved to buy even more merch but that's enough money for this month xD
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Honestly for DL;DR, I'd push back a bit on creators needing to tag in order for this to work. On AO3, for example, an author can choose "author chose not to use archive warnings" instead of tagging for death of a major character, rape/non-con, etc. If the author has chosen not to use warnings and the reader needs warnings, then the reader should nope out of that fic.
Nor do I think the author is responsible for tagging with every possible trigger that is not a major archive warning. Many authors--because they're new or neurodivergent or never read tags themselves or whatever reason--really do not know what common triggers are. (You can think that's stupid, but trust me--I did not know for many years that people expect a tag for suicidal ideation because you know what? It doesn't trigger me. Even though I've been suicidal in the past. To me, it's just fiction, just a story. Call me stupid, but sorry, I cannot read the mind of the entire human race. Now I know and I would tag if it came up in one of my stories, but we all have our own blind spots and no one is to blame for that.)
I think it's courteous of authors to tag for things they know about, but ultimately it's the reader's responsibility to nope out as soon as they come upon something that is distasteful or triggering for them and to NOT take it out on the author. If it's an author they know, the reader could privately ask for a tag in the future; or they could leave a note asking if the thing is going to be a big theme as the rest of the story moves on, so they can decide whether or not to pick up at a different point in the story--but if you're going to do either of these things, don't do it passive aggressively in a way to try to make the author feel guilty. Just be straightforward, let them know the information you're looking for, and they can choose to give you that information or not.
Fandom PSAs
Dont’ Like, Don’t Read
or DL; DR
You are responsible for curating your own online experience.
If something upsets you, makes you angry or queasy or triggers you, stop reading/looking at it. Avoid things that might make you feel that way.
Learn to use the Sort and Filter function on AO3, especially the Exclude tools.
On social media, block and mute accounts / tags / words when necessary.
If you hated something, you don’t need to tell that to the creator or start pointing fingers at them publicly.
The Back button is free. Use it.
Addendum:
Yes, for this to work, creators need to tag their works accordingly, so that people know what sort of content they are about to engage with and can nope out if necessary.
I will probably make another PSA about the importance of proper tagging later.
Ship And Let Ship
or SALS
You are allowed to ship whatever you want.
Everyone else is also allowed to ship whatever they want.
You are entitled to dislike or even hate a ship. If you want to do this online, in public, don’t use the ship tags for hate posts.
If you see someone posting about a ship they like and you don’t, there is no need for you to start arguing with them in their replies / comments / QRTs / reblogs. Don’t throw your hate in their face.
Do not harass fan creators or fans for shipping something you disapprove.
All of this also applies to liking / disliking an individual character.
Addendum:
”I agree with this, except when…”
No, then you are NOT agreeing with this.
Let me make this VERY clear. There are NO exceptions. None.
You don’t EVER harass real people over pixels.
If you disagree with this, kindly block and move on.
Your Kink Is Not My Kink
or YKINMK / YKINMKATO
The longer version is ”Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That’s Okay”.
People have different tastes. Not everything is for everybody.
Even if you don’t like a specific kink, other people are still allowed to use it in their creations.
You are entitled to dislike kinky content and think that it’s ”weird”.
Don’t kink shame or judge people based on their kinks.
This goes both ways: your kink is not someone else’s kink, so don’t push it onto those who are not into it.
Be Kind
or Don’t Be An Asshole
Focus on the things you like instead of the things you hate.
Create and unite instead of destroying and dividing.
Don’t harass real people over fictional things.
Stop stirring up petty drama just to get some attention on social media.
Stop trying to ”win”. Fandom is not a competition.
Remember that your own experiences aren’t universally shared. Your perception of things can differ from someone else’s, but that doesn’t mean either of you is necessarily wrong.
#gpoy#ao3#fandom#fanfic#long post#brought to you in part by me observing the rage of an ex-moonie podcaster at peter dinklage for his new documentary#I get why the podcaster thinks that documentary is offensive#but he was aware that it was going to be offensive to him and potentially reach traumatizing before he even watched it#so in my opinion it's not really fair to blame peter dinklage for that#ex-moonies weren't the intended audience for that documentary#the documentary was meant for a general audience to help them recognize the tactics of cult leaders and unhealthy control
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Mister pitch perfect
The perfect Gryffindor golden boy has gone off his rails to catch a Black daughter.
Warnings: James Potter x reader fanfic, James is down bad, I tagged marauders but no peter, Slytherin reader, Black family reader, reader is portrayed as she/her, reader centric, forbidden love trope, SFW, James perspective
havent done this in a while and this will be the first time im posting on this platform. im very sorry if its quite messy!
this was supposed to be a oneshot but i drag it too much. so it'll be some sort of a series oneshot? will also be posted on ao3 soon!
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It was never meant to be. James Fleamont Potter was basically molted into the perfect specimen of man and every soul who has ever walked Hogwarts knew. Sure he would cause trouble every then and again with his fellow mates. Yet of course, James would always dazzle his way out of it with a few charming smiles or reasonings to squeal his way out of being blamed.
He was confident, charismatic, spotless.
And when he meets eyes with you, it was set. James is sitting at his usual spot with the marauders at supper when the moment arrives. You were fixing your necklace to your neck at the Slytherin table, struggling with the clasps as your face scrunches in frustration. James almost walks the whole way over to you and offers his assistance right then and there.
"Stop undressing my cousin with your eyes, Prongs," Sirius brings James back to reality with a slap on the back of his head. He seems to still be having his feast so that was new of him to pick on James in that setting. Remus raises an eyebrow as he stares at the two, "Since when do you care about the other Blacks?"
"That was foul, Pads!" James yell as he rubs his head and glares at his mate, he's used to Sirius playfights but that slap seems to be sincere. He tries to focus on the conversation as he tries to find you again on the table across. You seemed to have moved next to Regulus as he helps you with your necklace. James lets out an involuntary sigh.
"She's different, Moony. She's on the edge too. Pretty sure she's going to find a way to run when she hits 18," Sirius lets out a scowl, "Heard she is to be arranged with Nott. Bloody brilliant that."
"Nott? That Nott? Surely you're joking. That bastard can't even keep his owl alive for a week! How's he going to keep a wife that young?!" Remus exclaims in disbelief. Whipping his head to take a good look at you now that you're a big deal. "I wish I was. I love you but seriously mate, don't. You're big enough trouble yourself," Warns Sirius with his fork right to to James face. A juicy piece of meat dangling right on it.
He bites it though. Sirius lets out a shrieking squeal of, "My meat!", erupting laughter at the Gryffindor table as James chews proudly with a sly smile across his face. The boisterous sound turns a few heads, including yours. Your brows raised at the sudden commotion, only to have the red of your cheeks creep in as you find one of your cousin being the center of it. He watches as you rub your cheeks to hide the tint.
James gulps the meat down. He's quite full himself but he must admit, it's nothing like he has ever had.
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The next time he sees you, you are sitting by yourself writing in parchments on a patch of grass by the lake. James is in a broom practicing to catch the golden snitch on Hogwarts grounds. Quite foolish but he's gotten bored of the arena and its currently being used by the Hufflepuff team anyways.
He's worried about you sitting all alone in this breeze though. It's quite cold and you don't seem to be wearing enough layers. He keeps a distance near a tree so as not to scare you, although he is quite discontent with seeing just your figure by the lake.
You whipped your head to the skies behind you, "Reggie? Is that you?" You ask calmly, your eyes not missing the shadowy figure blatantly hiding behind a tree, "I saw you from the reflection. Very funny, Regs."
James cracked a smile at your sarcastic tone. He even finds your voice perfect. He fixes himself a little before he reveals himself off the shade and lands in front of you, "So I'll take it you find me quite funny?"
Your eyes widened as you process the man in front of you. Why would James Potter—the Gryffindor golden boy—be here? And why is he talking to you now?
"You're not Reggie." You said still in shock, almost sounding like a question. Your brows are raised as you try to study his demeanor. He's holding his broom awkwardly in his arms, you've always thought James Potter's confident composure was permanent.
"Well if your standards of humour is a certain Regulus Black, I'm sure I'd be comical, love," He cracks a small smile and a hand extended to you, "Potter. James Potter."
You look at James like you're Newt Scamander finding a newfound beast, "I know who you are. Everybody does," You said in disbelief, finding the whole situation suspicious. The breeze of wind moves his curly hair to his face, framing it gracefully, "What I want to know is why are you doing this? We're not exactly fit to be friends."
"Why that's quite bold of you, lovely. Who said I'd like to be friends?" He said as he leans closer. You never noticed it before but his glasses are rather clean today, his hazy eyes look at you with glimmer in them you've never seen on anyone before. You think to yourself if its one of the charisma of being James Potter.
You stood your ground, you would have never thought to ever be face to face with this dazzling man in front of you. You are a Black though, your legs won't give in even if you try, "Well that's settled then. Are you here to pick a fight?" You ask him plainly, crossing your arms upon your chest.
James finds it adorable, he knows full well of his effects on people and especially of course girls. What he doesn't understand is the effect you have on him. "The contrary, darling. I have a proposition for you."
You lift a brow and yet let him continue, "I heard you're in quite the predicament with Nott. Now I know a way to get you out," His claim makes your eyes open, you let him continue. Words dripping in confidence, "A date. With me."
This time, you can't help but let out a laugh–of which James can't help but take in the sight. He's completely enamoured.
'What? Huh– Hold on. You can't be serious," You looked at him as if he had gone mad, the thought of a Black and a Potter dating is out of this world, "I don't know what kind of prank you're up to, but do you seriously think I'll fall for that?"
"Wait, I am serious! Picture this, if Nott knows you're going out with me he'd be livid, enough to break off the arrangement. I mean have you seen the way that scum looks at me? It's like he has this permanent face of eating vomit flavoured Bertie Bott's Beans!" He rants as he joined in on the laughter with you.
You are smiling as the laughter reduces to giggles. As stupid as it is, it has a good chance of actually working. You pondered, there's still one thing on your mind, "What's in it for you? Would I have to do anything?"
James let out a smile, his palms are sweating like he's deep into a Quidditch game, "Well I get to see Nott lose his bride—" He pauses, confronting himself whether to tell you the real truth or not, "I mean I'll also get a beauty on my side."
You roll your eyes at that, "Don't you try to charm me, Potter. Give me the real reason or its off. I have a feeling you need this more than I do,"
She's right, James thought. He was about to play it off if you denied it straight away, he wasn't entirely sure you would actually take him seriously. He grasps the sight of you for a bit before closing his eyes tight, "Okay, how about I tell you the reason in a week— Maybe a month. You don't have to do anything, we'd just go out like normal couples do. Sounds good to you?" He said, he extends his arms to you for a handshake. His thoughts full of prayers to Merlin so you wouldn't notice the tremble in his arm.
You grin the same one James had seen a million times on Sirius's face, the Black's grin of content. You shake his hand firmly, his big ones almost encasing yours, "You've got yourself a deal, Potter."
James is using every atom on his magical being to control his ecstasy as he smiles widely at you. Once the handshake is done he reaches for his scarf over his neck and wears it on you, "Nice doing business with you, sweetcheeks. I do hope you start wearing warmer clothes though. No snogging will be done if you're in Pomfreys care."
She looks good in my color
Well technically so is the color of a quarter of the schools because of course its a Griffyndor scarf.
"You surely don't expect me to go back. To my dorm. Through the halls, the stairs and the common room. With this on?"
Oh I won't regret this one bit, James thought. He chuckles at your words dripped in such a sarcastic tone, "Of course not, darling. Do you think I'm mad?"
He extends his arms for you to hold, "We'll go back together. Through the halls, the stairs, even the common room. I heard you folks have lovely parties there."
You let out a chuckle as you circle your arms around his, "Oh, the best ones. Your Gryffindors ass is so not invited though."
"Well at least I do have a lovely one, don't I?"
"Oh shut it, Potter!"
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Another storm of commotion is coursing through Hogwarts. A lot has played it off as a mere prank. James grins at the thought of it. He has only you on his mind lately, cherishing the bits of conversation you and him had.
He's on his way to charms class this morning, one that inconveniently does not have you in it, he checked. He checked your schedule last night sneaking through administration with the invisibility cloak.
Moony and Pads by his side as usual. Sirius seems to still haven't caught wind of it, his hair tousled from a good sleep. Apparently he was up all night helping Remus solve a 10k piece magic puzzle.
Won't be long with how loud the students are gossiping though. James let out a coherent sighs. He had an amount of grins with knowing looks from a couple male students and even a pat on the back by a random Slytherin, "Alright, what is going on?" Remus breaks first. Stopping the two boys right before the class door.
James crackles a laugh, "What's going on? Nothing's going on, mate! What?" Moony lets out a drawled scowl on him, one he makes when he pieces that they're in some kind of trouble, "Why is everybody on Hogwarts up your pants then, Prongs?!"
Sirius yawns as he hugs James by the side to lean his head on him, "Yeah... Saw that too even if my eyes were closed the entire walk. You can tell us mate, come on," He does notice the lack of scarf on his mate's neck though, none in this rapidly chilly morning? "Prongsie, where's your scarf? I could really use a pillow here–"
"Oh! Thank Merlin! One second late and I would've thrown this in the bin. Here, take this off me," There you are with James Potter red and yellow scarf on your hands, just coming out the door. All three boys were quite startled, "What? Wait. This isn't your class," said James. His eyes land on the presence of a Slytherin scarf wrapping your neck. James wishes he could take that one instead.
"Yeah... I'm sort of risking being late to Dark Arts for this but I can't take the whispering anymore. I might square the next person who even looks at me!" You told him, your grip on his scarf tightens and James wishes the fabric would stretch upon your nails.
Sirius is well awake now, his bagged eyes darting between you and James as if you're both insane, "Hold–Hold on! What is this? What is happening, Why do you have James's scarf?" He cuts, going between you and James to put a distance and blocks James view. Remus gives James a 'he did warned you, mate' face at the side.
James on the other hand, in too much of a thrill of seeing you this early in the morning, "You could also just admit ya didn't want me to get cold, love. Thanks for the thought there," He said almost shouting as he stands on his tips to try and see you from above Sirius's head.
You let out an annoyed grunt, "Ugh I don't have time for this. Here Siri, give this to that stupid friend of yours. I'd like to keep my Dark Arts seat next to Cissy and Malfoy's been eyeing it like the vulture he is," You throw James's scarf to your cousin's head not caring if it covers his vision, it earns a few chuckles from nearby students. He trashes to take it off and looks at you in betrayal.
You're about to run off to Dark Arts and leave your cousin and his foolish mates when your feet stop and turn you back, "If you still want that date to happen. Expect my owl, Potter. She's a snow named Emerald."
"Oh and it is lovely to meet you, Remus. Do take care of my sod cousin and my idiot boyfriend. Make sure they're out of trouble," You smiled sincerely at Remus, you actually do admire him a little. You love dark arts and your professor rants and rants about Remus's talents.
Remus seems taken aback, but that would make the three of them. You left after he reciprocated your smile and responded with a polite, "You too, (Y/N)."
And as such, you scurried off in a rush to go shoo away Lucius Malfoy from your seat and save Narcissa. Leaving behind a bewildered Remus, an angered Sirius, and a lovestruck James.
James keeps his eyes on you until you turn the corridor, a stupidly huge smile stays on his lips. He turns to find the reality of Sirius's wrath upon him. Remus is quite literally holding back Sirius with his whole body, it's quite an advantageous turn of events that Sirius hasn't had his proper sleep yet.
"Boyfriend! Boyfriend?! When did you even– How is this— Let me go, Moony! He's going to have an earful!"
He definitely will get that earful later. James grins an apologetic smile at Remus as he picks up his scarf that fell to the ground. He could already smell the sweet of your scent from a distance.
Remus lets out a huffed noise, "You really do always get what you want don't you?"
James doesn't reply. He wraps his own scarf on his neck, embracing the warmth it does to his skin. Your scent crashes onto him like tidal waves. A tint of rose blooms on the pale of his cheeks.
He smiles faintly at the open skies over the hall window. He wishes for an owl he hadn't even met for safe travels.
#james potter#james potter x reader#james fleamont potter#marauders fanfiction#james potter fanfiction#forbidden love
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𝟷𝚔 || 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 (PART 2)
♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: After being the forgotten one your whole life, you thought that they wouldn't forget you.
♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Angst
♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: poly!marauders x reader
♡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ : part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
The next morning, the Great Hall buzzed with the usual clamor of students, but at the Marauders’ table, an unusual silence hung over them like a storm cloud. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter sat in a tense huddle, their eyes flicking nervously toward the entrance every few seconds, waiting. Hoping. Dreading.
“We’ve really messed up this time,” James muttered, raking a hand through his messy hair. His usual confident smirk was nowhere to be found.
“Yeah, no shit,” Peter added quietly, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he avoided eye contact with the others.
Remus sat slouched over, dark circles under his eyes, his skin pale and sickly. The last full moon had been brutal, and he was still nursing fresh wounds that ran deep, not just on his skin but in his heart. He felt the weight of his own guilt pressing down on him like a vice. He should’ve been there. They all should’ve been there. And now? Now, you probably hated them. He didn’t blame you.
“It’s my fault,” Remus whispered, his voice hoarse. “I should’ve—”
“Moony, no,” James interrupted firmly, though his voice was softer than usual. “It wasn’t your fault. We should’ve told her. We all agreed on that date, but we thought you’d be fine by then. No one expected the moon to be that bad.”
Peter nodded in agreement, but his expression remained grim. “But we couldn’t tell her, could we? Not about… y’know.”
Remus flinched at the unspoken word. His furry problem. His secret. The one they all kept from you. It wasn’t because they didn’t trust you—it was because they were scared. Scared of how you’d react. Scared you’d leave. Scared you’d see Remus as a monster.
“I just… I didn’t want her to see me like this,” Remus whispered, his hand unconsciously tracing the new scar on his cheek, the fresh reminder of what he became once a month. He looked down at the table, ashamed. “She doesn’t know. She wouldn't understand.”
Sirius, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, tried to lighten the mood. “She’ll come around,” he said, forcing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “She’ll understand once we explain, right? I mean, it’s us. She knows we wouldn’t—”
But even Sirius couldn’t finish the sentence. His bravado faltered. The truth was, they had stood you up. They had left you waiting for hours, no explanation, no word. Even for them, this was unforgivable. And deep down, Sirius knew it. He knew they had hurt you, badly.
“We fucked up,” he admitted quietly, the words heavy with the weight of his own guilt.
The others didn’t argue. They knew it too.
The sound of the Great Hall doors opening made all four boys tense. You walked in with Lily and Mary, the two girls chatting lightly beside you. But you… you looked different. Your usual bright smile was gone, your eyes tired and distant. You carried yourself like someone trying desperately to hold it together, and the sight of you like that felt like a punch to the gut for all of them.
James sat up straighter, his eyes glued to you, willing you to look at them. Please sit with us, he thought, as if he could somehow send the message telepathically. But you didn’t. You didn’t even glance in their direction. You walked straight past their table, your shoulders stiff, as if you were physically forcing yourself not to look.
Remus’s heart dropped into his stomach as he watched you sit down between Lily and Mary. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, though. You looked so… hurt. And knowing that he was the reason for it made him feel like the monster he tried so hard to hide from you.
“She didn’t even look at us,” Peter whispered, his voice laced with panic. “What if they—what if she never talks to us again?”
James didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He was too busy staring at you, silently begging for you to look over. He needed to see your eyes, needed to know if there was still a chance to fix this. But you didn’t.
And then, for the first time, Sirius’s forced optimism broke completely. “We really fucked up, didn’t we?” His voice was low, defeated, and filled with the kind of despair that none of them had ever heard from him before.
Remus closed his eyes, swallowing hard against the guilt that was clawing at his throat. He wanted to run over to you, to pull you aside and explain everything, to beg for forgiveness. But what would he even say? How could he explain all the times they had lied, all the times they had kept him away from you after full moons, how they had kept you in the dark? He couldn’t. Not yet.
And so, they sat there in silence, helpless, watching the person they loved more than anything in the world drift further and further away.
You tried to ignore their stares, you really did. But you could feel their eyes on you, especially Remus’s. There was a tension in the air, thick and suffocating, making it impossible for you to concentrate on anything Lily or Mary were saying. Your heart was aching, twisting painfully in your chest, but you refused to give in to it. Not again. Not after last night.
But despite your best efforts, your eyes betrayed you. For just a moment, you glanced over at their table, and your heart clenched when you saw them.
Remus looked terrible. Pale, sick, with fresh scars on his face that you hadn’t noticed before. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, his shoulders slumped as if he was carrying the weight of the world on them. You felt a pang of guilt twist in your chest, the urge to rush over and hug him overwhelming for a split second. You loved him. You loved all of them.
But then the anger came rushing back, drowning out the guilt. If Remus had been sick, if something had happened, they could have told you. They should have told you. Instead, they had left you alone, waiting, wondering if you even mattered to them at all.
You noticed the fresh scar across Remus’s cheek, and your mind wandered back to the countless times you had questioned him about his scars before. He had always brushed it off, closed himself off from you. And the boys? They gave the most ridiculous, unbelievable excuses every single time. You weren’t stupid. You knew something was going on, something they weren’t telling you, and it hurt. It hurt so much more than you wanted to admit.
How could you be their girlfriend, but still feel so shut out? Why didn’t they trust you enough to tell you the truth? That thought hit you harder than anything. Maybe you weren’t as important to them as they were to you. Maybe you were just… an afterthought.
You clenched your jaw, determined not to let the tears fall this time. You weren’t going to let them see you cry again. You wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.
But the truth was, no matter how angry or hurt you were, you still loved them. And that hurt most of all.
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hi gorgeous!! I love your writings so much :)
I was wondering if u could request a poly!marauders x fem!reader who just loves baking so much and keeps leaving the boys little treats around the house depending on what each boy likes and they’re just so lovestruck for her, just like lots of fluff and them being the lover boys they are
thank you so much <3
this is so sweet! thanks for requesting, I hope you love it!! 💖
poly!marauders x fem!reader who loves to bake
James walked in to the flat and was immediately bombarded with the smell of freshly baked goods. One would think after three weeks of you living with them that he would have grown accustomed to it, but the expression on his face grew into what he could only imagine was pure, unadulterated bliss at the welcoming aroma that he could only describe as distinctly you.
He’d hardly gotten his shoes off and hung his jacket before Pads was yanking him past the kitchen and into the living room.
“Sshh! Don’t interrupt, just watch.” Sirius stressed and he forced James to kneel on the sofa facing the window into the kitchen. James had half a mind of squawking at him but couldn’t deny the beautiful picture this painted.
“He’s been in there with her all day.” Sirius offered as James watched Remus follow you around the kitchen as if the two of you had been charmed into magnets, and he was hopelessly drawn to you. Apparently, you were either unaware of his proximity or unfazed by it. James didn’t blame you at all, though; he often felt drunk in love when Remus was paying that much attention to him too. He also felt drunk in love when watching you do anything at all. He was sort of drunk in love having Sirius’ arm wrapped around his waist right now.
James was just always drunk in love.
“What could she possibly be making now? I’ve not even finished all the apple turnover’s she made for me!” James murmured, though his concern was belittled by the raging grin spreading across his face.
“I haven’t finished the ginger snaps she made for me either, but she’s making Rem chocolate croissants.” He stage-whispered.
“Oh my gods, that sounds heavenly.” James whispered back, watching Remus make heart eyes at you as you explained something to him; the poor sod wasn’t even paying attention to the instructions. James couldn’t blame him, however, when the instructor was as pretty as you. “Think he’ll share with us?”
“Fat chance.” Remus called from kitchen, apparently privy to the whispered conversation going on in the room next to him. You looked up surprised at Remus’ interjection, apparently not having heard the dialogue.
“What?” You asked innocently, though your brows furrowed in concern – you knew better when it came to these boys.
“Moony says he won’t share the croissants with us, dollface.” Sirius lamented, putting on his best kicked puppy impression. You seemed to melt a little bit at that, but Remus – the bastard – pressed up against you and shoved his nose in the crook of your neck, causing you to melt even more than Sirius could hope from such a distance.
“Oi – foul! Come on!” James cried at the unfair advantage Remus had.
“You boys still have your treats, don’t you?” You asked quietly, clearly more than a little embarrassed at how easily you were swayed by Remus loving-up on you. James almost felt bad about being petulant. Almost.
But not quite.
“Everything you make is so wonderful and filled with love though, angel.” He pouted. Remus groaned in exasperation, though he never bothered to peel himself off of your back.
“Fine. You sods can have some.”
James and Sirius both cheered from their spots on the couch as if they’d been watching football on the telly.
“We’re going to have to get those blood test thingies to watch our blood sugar, though.” Sirius commented.
“Worth it.” Remus and James said in unison.
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Prompt: Miss (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 476
“I miss Regulus.” James whined, turning from his back to lay on his side so he could face Sirius. His best friend was laying next to him, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. It was almost embarrassing, but the constellation Leo glowed particularly bright in comparison to the rest.
“Prongs, dating my brother is one thing, hearing you whine about him all summer is another.”
James let out a sigh. “I hear you whine about Moony all the time, even when he’s in the same room. I haven’t spoken to Regulus since the train, it’s been three weeks.” They couldn’t even send letters, but James had been writing them anyway with the thought he could give them to Regulus once they were back at Hogwarts. Regulus liked reading, so James had taken to writing him notes and letters that he snuck into his robes or bag during term. He wasn’t allowed to send owls to Grimmauld Place, so they were currently in a no contact situation. “Do you think he misses me?”
“Oh yeah, knowing my brother he’s going mad without you.” Sirius paused, twisting his lips. “Although descending into madness isn’t strange for a Black, it’s quite common. I blame the inbre—” he was cut off by a loud, quick series of knocks at James’s bedroom window.
James and Sirius shared a curious glance. “Expecting anyone?” The younger asked rhetorically before rolling out of bed, grabbing his wand and waving it to turn on the light as he went to the window. James pulled back the curtains, hazel eyes widening. “Regulus?” he immediately opened the window, helping the sixteen year old climb into his room from the outside. “How did you—this is the second floor…”
“I’m aware, James. I climbed—”
“Most people use the door.” Sirius commented, not letting his own surprise show at the sight of his brother as he sat up on the bed. His eyes darkened, gaze intense as he eyed Regulus’ body for any sight of physical injury, only relaxing when he came to the conclusion there were none.
James was doing the same, his hands roaming the sides of Regulus’ torso, still in disbelief that he was actually here in his room. “Are you alright, Reg? Did something happen?”
“No—nothing happened. I’m—I’m fine. I just… you know.” Regulus grabbed for James’ hands to hold them into his. “I missed you.” He didn’t say anything more before he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against James’ lips which the Gryffindor happily returned.
“No! No! No! NO! NOOOOO! Rule number six of dating my brother clearly states ‘no kissing in front of Sirius’!” Sirius grabbed the pillow that was beneath his head, throwing it right at their grinning faces. “You both have to put a galleon in the jar now!”
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