#and then getting the inspiration to finish a draft

[anxiouswriter0]

who is it? | poly!marauders + lily

↳wc: 3k

↳pairing: poly!marauders+lily x reader (james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, lily evans x reader)

↳Warning/Tags: War, memory of the past resurfaces, Lily cries, betrayal, confusion and guilt, not reviewed.

↳Note: I remember that I had this draft since Nov 2024. Since it’s been a while since I last wrote (due to a massive creative block that is slowly fading), I wanted to finish it. I wanted to start with something different and try not to be so repetitive with certain things, even though it’s hard for me haha. Also, I’m implementing some things like content warnings, which I might still need to work on. Maybe I should accept some suggestions because my creativity is slipping away again…

a/n: I felt inspired by those who write about the polyamorous relationship between the Marauders, including Lily or another character. (I became a fan of it, in addition to liking the Harry Potter books/movies), and sorry if it's short.

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The war was at its peak in the magical world, and the few remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix had taken refuge in the Black house. Among them were James Potter and Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, along with other members like Hestia Jones and the young Metamorphmagus Nymphadora Tonks. The Weasley family was also present, including their son Harry Potter and his closest friends, Hermione Granger and, of course, Ron Weasley.

The atmosphere was filled with tension as the members of the Order of the Phoenix prepared plans for their next confrontation.

At that moment, Harry was with Ron and Hermione exploring the house, as they were new there, and Harry had offered to give them a tour. As they went upstairs, Sirius warned them about the enchanted portrait of the Black family matriarch, who would insult and curse anyone who dared to pass by. However, he also told them to be cautious of his house-elf, Kreacher, as he was an unpleasant creature. (Or rather, Sirius was the only one who thought that way). Harry and his friends began their little adventure exploring the surroundings of the Black house, but what intrigued them the most—or rather, intrigued Ron the most—was Sirius's room. Although Harry wouldn't blame him, he was also intrigued to know what else Sirius was hiding in his room, since only on a few occasions had he entered there under the supervision of only Sirius.

Which was quite strange. Harry, always curious and mischievous, used to inspect every corner of the house without anything stopping him. However, every time he tried to enter Sirius's room, something happened. He always appeared at his side with any excuse to stop him. It wasn't just a one-time occurrence; it would happen every time someone else—be it Remus, James, or even Lily—tried to get in to make sure there were no curses or simply to inspect the place. And, although it was all supposed to be for security, Harry couldn't help feeling there was something else going on. Something that had nothing to do with dark magic or wards, but rather a secret hanging in the air. He wasn't the only one who felt it. His relatives seemed to notice it too, although no one said anything out loud. And that only fueled his curiosity further. It wasn't just a one-time occurrence; it happened every time someone else—be it Remus, James, or even Lily—tried to get in to make sure there were no curses or simply to inspect the place. And even though it was all supposed to be for safety, Harry couldn't help but feel there was something more. Something that had nothing to do with dark magic or wards, but rather a secret hanging in the air.

But he wasn't the only one. I feel like the others were hiding something from him, even though no one said anything. And that only fueled his curiosity.

What were they hiding?

The door to their room was in front of them, and upon entering quietly, they discovered it was a mess. Sirius had told him that he had enchanted the place so that nothing could move, basically a very powerful sticking charm. The room was filled with Gryffindor banners, the bed was messy, and the books were turned into a pile of pebbles, which Hermione instinctively picked up to examine. The place, though chaotic, had a cozy atmosphere and perfectly reflected Sirius's rebellious personality. Another thing that earned Sirius a scolding from Lily at the time was not only having banners and photos of motorbikes but also pictures of Muggle girls in bikinis stuck up there.

Harry was investigating the room, observing every detail with curiosity (except for the pictures of girls). He stopped in front of the Gryffindor banner hanging on the wall. The colorful emblem sharply contrasted with the rest of the house, reflecting Sirius's clear mockery of his family, who had belonged to Slytherin. Harry smiled as he imagined Sirius, young and rebellious, hanging the banner with a defiant grin, enjoying the small victory in his battle against his family's expectations. As they continued exploring, Hermione had picked up a book near Sirius’s bed, but she noticed a box sticking out from under the bed. It looked dusty and somewhat neglected. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she grabbed it, while Ron diverted his gaze from certain photos, looking towards Hermione.

"Hey, what do you have there?" Ron asked, getting closer. This caught Harry's attention as he saw his friends with a box.

"What is that?" Harry asked, curious.

"No idea, it was down there. It must belong to your parents," Hermione explained, handing the box to Harry. He took it without a word and placed it on Sirius's bed. He tried to open it, which he managed to do with a bit of effort. Inside, he found photos and... letters that, based on the handwriting and names, were from his parents.

"Harry, that’s from your parents! Don’t invade their privacy!" Hermione scolded, noticing Harry’s actions. Harry didn’t pay much attention to her words, as he saw the same curious look in her eyes.

Harry sat on the bed, prompting both Hermione and Ron to imitate the gesture. The first photos showed James, Remus, and Sirius together. It was clear they were old; their youthful features and carefree smiles. As they looked through more pictures, they began to notice the presence of his mother, Lily. There were pictures of the four of them together, sharing happy moments. But as they continued, Harry's joy shifted to curiosity when he noticed the presence of another person in some of the photos.

Among the images, there were intimate and family moments: kisses, hugs, and laughter. The presence of this person, unknown to Harry until now, intrigued him deeply. Finally, in one of the photos, Ron took one that left him not only puzzled but also confused.

"Harry, look at this," Ron said, handing him the photo. What he saw left him just as bewildered as his friend. It was the image of that person holding a baby Harry in their arms. Even the moving pictures showed them holding baby Harry, gazing at the camera with an expression of... tenderness and... love.

Who was she? Harry wondered. Why couldn't he remember her? Why hadn't his parents ever mentioned her?

After the meeting, Harry called his family to the living room for a private gathering. The fact that the Weasleys were still there didn’t make him uncomfortable, but he preferred this matter to be between them. At that moment, everyone sat in complete silence, confused by Harry’s unusual behavior.

“Harry, sweetheart, is everything okay?” Lily asked with her maternal voice.

Harry let out a sigh and slammed all the photographs onto the table. Everyone stared, shocked. Lily’s face went pale, and she covered her mouth, while Sirius shifted uncomfortably, looking away. Remus and James let out a long sigh.

“Harry…” Remus murmured, trying to keep his voice steady, “Where did you get these photos?” he asked.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” Harry replied in a trembling voice. At that, Remus shot him a stern look, noticing how Sirius seemed to shrink into the sofa.

“Who is she? Why didn’t you tell me there was someone else?” Harry demanded.

“I thought you had thrown them away,” Remus murmured, glancing at Sirius.

“I thought I had hidden them well,” Sirius muttered, not meeting his gaze.

No one responded to Harry’s sudden questions. Then, James, his father, picked up one of the photographs and looked at it with sadness. The image showed Remus, Sirius, Lily, and James together, with baby Harry in the center. Lily was lifting Harry’s small hand so he could wave at the camera, but there was also someone else there, holding him gently and pinching his cheek in a loving manner. This person was right in the middle of Sirius, Lily, and Harry, all gazing at the camera with love.

James and Lily leaned closer to the photo, their faces filled with nostalgia and sorrow.

“Can I know who they were?” Harry asked again, this time looking at his father, James. He ran his thumb over the photo, more specifically over the joyful individual in the picture.

“It’s (y/n) (l/n)… they were an important part... of our lives,” James said in a choked voice. Lily nodded slowly.

“They were someone we loved deeply, Harry,” Lily said, gazing at him with a mixture of tenderness and sadness. “They were everything to us,” she murmured quietly at the end.

“What happened?” Harry asked, his voice full of curiosity and concern. James looked at Harry, then turned his gaze to Lily. She, with a solemn expression, nodded slowly, signaling that she was ready to continue.

Lily took a deep breath, preparing to reveal more details. She glanced at Remus and Sirius, both of whom were holding a photo of (y/n) in their hands.

“What happened was... hard to accept,” she said. “They left after a fight we had. We thought they’d come back, and indeed, they did. But what they did upon returning deeply shocked us.”

“,you left without thinking about the consequences! Do you know how dangerous it is out there? Your actions put our safety and Harry's at risk. Don’t you understand that?” Sirius shouted furiously. You had left the safety of the house despite all the warnings. The decision had been impulsive, driven by your worry and frustration, but in the middle of the war, it was an extremely dangerous action.

“Of course, I’m aware of all the risks, Sirius, but do you think I could stay here knowing that the most important people in my life are out there risking their lives?” exclaimed, their voice filled with desperation and pain.

“We completely understand how you feel, but please, you need to understand that what you did was extremely dangerous. You not only risked your life, but also Harry's life, the secret of our house's location,” Lily said desperately. “What do you think would have happened if we hadn’t gotten there in time?” she added, her voice mixed with anguish and concern.

“We’re under a lot of pressure, and what you did didn’t help. All of this is for your safety, for Harry’s, for ours. Leaving the house in the middle of this chaos is not the solution,” Remus said, disappointment in his voice.

“I was just trying to help,” (y/n) said, their voice trembling. “You’re all out there putting your lives at risk while I’m here hiding, doing nothing—damn it, do you think I don’t fear the thought that you might never come back?”

“We know, darling, and we appreciate everything you do for us. But please, don’t put yourself in danger like this... okay? We’ll always come back to you and Harry,” James said softly.

“And what if you don’t?” said, furrowing their brow and looking at him. “What if you don’t come back? What if one of you gets seriously hurt, or worse...” They hiccupped in the middle of their outburst. No one said anything. (y/n) looked around, and no one spoke… no one looked at them.

(y/n) frowned and scrunched their nose, their frustration and pain evident. Without saying another word, they turned and left the room, heading toward the room they shared.

Lily closed her eyes, the sadness clearly visible as the memory faded. “It was... a difficult night, one where emotions took control and caused more damage than we expected. They just wanted to help, but in that moment, the stress of going on missions and not knowing anything about you, about both of you, not even whether we would come back or not, was so overwhelming... we didn’t know how to handle it,” Lily said, leaving the room in a brief silence.

“That was the night everything happened. We decided to wait a little to let our emotions calm down. Without saying a word, we went to our rooms to sleep,” Remus continued, still not daring to forget that moment. When everyone calmed down, no one said anything to avoid fueling the small flame still burning within them. But that flame almost went out when, upon entering their rooms, they saw (y/n) sleeping, wrapped in blankets, with traces of tears still falling onto the pillow as they slept. That image broke his heart—having made someone cry who only tried to help, even if it meant giving their life for it.

“I remember waking up with a feeling of unease, like something wasn’t right... and indeed, something had happened...” he continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia and sadness.

“(y/n) was gone,” he said quietly.

Remus remembered how fear flooded his being when he opened his eyes and realized that wasn’t by his side on the large bed where they all slept. He thought maybe they were in the bathroom or the kitchen, but something inside him told him that wasn’t the case.

Desperate, he woke Sirius, who was sleeping beside him. Sirius, noticing the concern on Remus's face, quickly looked at the empty side of the bed where (y/n) usually slept and began searching for them with his eyes across the room.

Feeling more and more uneasy, Remus quickly got up and headed out of the room. Meanwhile, Sirius shook James and Lily awake.

“Lily! James! (y/n) isn’t here!” Sirius exclaimed, standing up and rushing to join Remus.

“What?!” Lily exclaimed, panic in her voice. Both James and Lily immediately stood up, their concern growing as they searched the house. They checked room after room, even Lily searched in baby Harry’s room, knowing (y/n) loved to be there at night, but nothing. She couldn’t find that figure she cherished seeing in the middle of the night.

“We quickly deduced that they had left the house, so Sirius and I decided to go look for them,” Remus remembered. “Meanwhile, James and Lily would stay in case they came back, but Lily didn’t want us to go.”

“No, no, please, Remus, we can’t leave now. It’s too dangerous,” Lily said, worry clearly reflected on her face. “We must stay here, all of us, in case they return. We’ll be notified immediately if anyone sees them out there.”

However, the discussions led to no concrete resolution. Anxiety and fear prevailed as they tried to coordinate an appropriate response. It was in the midst of that confusion that an unexpected sound broke the silence—the sound of someone appearing outside the house. The group looked out the window. There, in the dim light, stood (y/n), motionless.

It was a moment of relief when they saw (y/n), nearly everyone rushing toward the door, but something told them to stay.

Then... it was when...

“We saw them raise their wand,” Remus said. “Before we could do anything, explosions started going off in the house. The situation became chaotic quickly.”

The spell they cast caused a violent explosion on the house’s facade. The walls vibrated with the force of the impact, and a blast shattered several windows, sending sharp glass fragments flying around.

“We saw how (y/n) was causing destruction,” Remus continued. “Desperate, we tried to defend ourselves. Lily, instinctively, went to find you to protect you, while James tried to coordinate with Sirius and me.”

The urgency of the situation forced Sirius and Remus to prepare to defend themselves, wands in hand, though their hearts ached deeply, knowing that the cause of all this was someone they had once loved. Lily, her heart pounding, held Harry tightly, determined to keep him safe. James, filled with anguish, tried to coordinate with Sirius and Remus to ensure a quick evacuation.

With a heavy heart and an overwhelming sense of sorrow, they all stood together, watching what had once been their home. That house, their refuge, where they had shared so many memories, so much laughter and so many secrets, was now crumbling before their eyes. Amid the destruction, a figure emerged from the ruins, and they recognized them instantly. Standing there, wand raised, their face was marked with a mixture of desperation and fury. But before they could utter a single word, the group… simply vanished, leaving them behind, alone.

They reappeared not far from the scene, ensuring that baby Harry wouldn’t be affected by the residual magic. Even from that distance, they could hear the terrifying sounds of their home being destroyed—the splintering of wood, the deafening crash of walls collapsing, and the fierce roar of flames devouring everything in their path.

Lily, clutching Harry in her arms, felt the crushing weight of loss. Not just the loss of a home, but something far more painful—the loss of someone who had once meant everything to them.

As she recalled that night, Lily felt her heart shatter all over again. To love someone, only to watch them betray everything they had once shared, was a wound that ran deeper than any she had ever known. Her tears fell freely, soaking her face, her hands trembling as she tried in vain to wipe them away.

Harry watched in silence, noticing the pain on his mother's face and the tension that filled the room. To him, it was baffling how a single argument had triggered a chain of events that had nearly ended in a massacre. He didn’t fully understand the extent of the conflict, but he could feel the weight of sadness and regret lingering in the air. His eyes shone with a mix of confusion and sorrow as he watched Remus and Sirius holding the photographs where they all appeared together.

Despite the pain, Harry couldn’t deny how important (y/n) had been to them. Even though he didn’t remember them clearly, he felt a connection, as if, in some way, their presence had once been significant in his life. The love and grief etched into his parents’ faces gave him a deeper understanding of the bond they had shared.

He longed to understand what had driven someone so important in their lives to make choices that led to such devastation. A pang of guilt struck him for unearthing a memory his family had tried to bury, yet at the same time, he yearned to have (y/n) in front of him—to hear from their own lips the reasons behind their actions and to find answers that could make sense of the rift and the pain that had torn his family apart.

But where… where were you?

[midnightstar789]

Erebor's Courting Auction - A Bagginsheild Fanfiction

The picture above inspired the Fic that can be Found here:

Erebor's Courting Auction

Summary of the Fic:

Even Dwarrow get antsy during the winter when they hole up within their mountains.

Worse the dwarrow get bored.

Bilbo finds out how they manage to keep the boredom away AND raise funds for Mahal's Shield (a program to help orphans, widows, veterans or those too injured to continue their previous job/craft) when he is forced by the weather to spend that first winter within Erebor after the Battle of Five Armies was completed.

Rating: Mature (Higher due to Bilbo being crass towards the end, it's short and can be easily skipped past)

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

A small section from the beginning of the fic under the Read More

“What's this?” Bilbo asked as he picked up the loosely bound parchment that was sitting on Balin’s desk. He paged through it, noting that it must be a joint project with Ori; recognizing the scribes' rough sketches from when he allowed him to look though the journal he had kept while on the road. There were portraits of every member of the Company on their own pages with what Bilbo was assuming was their names and basic information next to them as he had managed to learn a few of the written Khuzdul runes and what they meant.

“Hmm? Oh, that? Tis the ‘Courting Catalog’ rough draft.” Balin said as he looked up from the parchment he was reviewing.

“The what?? I thought that dwarrow didn't allow people to be–” Bilbo started to say, but was interrupted when Kíli slammed the door to Balin’s office open, bolting across the room and through the connecting door to Thorin’s office while shouting in Khuzdul. Fíli chased after him, his blonde hair in complete disarray, clothing rumpled and beads missing from his mustache; he was shouting, too, in what  Bilbo assumed was in an attempt to stop his brother. “Sold.” he finished saying as they stared after the princes as they proceeded to have a shouting match in Thorin's (thankfully empty) office.

“Should I get Dwalin?” Bilbo enquired after they had been arguing for a couple of minutes. Balin startled, as if he had forgotten that Bilbo was in the room. Shaking his head, he got up and closed the doors, locking the one to Thorin's office so the princes wouldn't be able to come back through.

“Nah, the lads are losing steam anyway. No need to ramp them back up by introducing my brother into the argument.” Balin said as he settled back behind his desk, tucking his beard between himself and the desk to keep it from the ink. “Now, the ‘Catalog’ you've got there is something we dwarves do every winter. It helps with the boredom of being cooped up within the mountain, and the coin raised is split between the courtee and Mahal’s Shield.” 

Bilbo looked back at the rough draft in his hands. Opening it, he gazed at the portrait of Fíli that graced the first page. Without looking up as he slowly turned the pages as he spoke.

“What’s Mahal’s Shield? And what do you mean about splitting the money raised?” 

[iamaslutforjatp]

I just wrote a fun scene and I wanted to share it. It's one of those instances where I basically wrote out the scene while I was brainstorming and I just tidied it up a bit. It will probably be changed by the final draft, considering it happens at the beginning of Act 3 and Act 1 isn't even written yet, but I really like it. And yes, it may have been inspired by this post from @takaraphoenix about Steter as cat dads.

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The second time Stiles lets himself into Peter’s condo, he’s surprised to find Peter doesn’t live alone. 

“You have a cat?” Stiles looks around the living area in disbelief, noting all the expensive-looking cat toys, scratching posts, and cat beds that hadn’t been there last time he dropped by. There’s even one of those floor-to-ceiling cat towers next to one of the bookshelves. Peter just hums absently from where he stands at the kitchen island flipping through a large book with a frown.

As if summoned by Stiles’s exclamation, a fluffy grey and white puffball strolls into the room from the direction of the bedrooms. The cat looks like a feline-shaped cloud that grew claws. Stiles crouches as it approaches and holds out his hand. 

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” Peter says idly, flipping another page. 

Stiles glances at him, offended. “I’ll have you know, cats love–” before he can finish his sentence, a sharp stinging sensation has him jerking his hand back, looking in disbelief at the twin red lines on his hand. The cat flicks its tail and somehow manages to give him such a judgemental look that Stiles feels vaguely offended. He stands back up, rubbing the scratches with a pout. 

“Told you,” Peter mutters. “She’s very particular about people touching her.”

The cat sits on the floor in front of him and blinks at him, before clearly dismissing him and starting to groom one of her front paws. The move reveals the collar around her neck, and Stiles nearly chokes. 

“Peter. Peter, tell me those are not diamonds on her collar. Peter. Tell me you did not get your cat a collar with diamonds on it.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Peter finally looks up, offended. Stiles slumps in relief. “That would be gaudy and cliché. Those are white sapphires. Dignified and beautiful, nothing less than Precious deserves.”

“Pre–” Stiles chokes. “You named your cat Precious?”

[sableeira]

please humor my self-indulgent artwork for the historical AU I mentioned like half a year ago and finally started writing. Detective Dazai and swordsman-for-hire Chuuya teaming up to solve crime cases during the Meiji period ✨

close-up because after a decade on this website I still haven’t figured out how to get images to look sharp

[overlordraax]

Fic guessing game - “bird”?

"Laserbeak."

Orion was surprised as something unfurled from Megatron's back, a tiny bird-like creature appeared and fluttered onto Megatron's arm. "Find Skywarp," he said before the bird cawed and flew through the bars of the cell.

[novakiart]

recovering from a bad sinus infection so am once again taking art prompts

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[galaxywarp]

I started working on the outline for part 2 of my fic today

[ Over these last few months, there are numerous times when Angela fears that she is seeing Mercy again in the shadows. But without any direct confrontation, she holds onto her hopeful denial that it’s just her nightmares and paranoia causing her visions. She doesn’t tell Moira about this, both not wanting to worry her and because of something even more concerning:

Angela misses Mercy. She wishes she didn’t, but she does. She misses the pain in a way that she feels deeply ashamed of. It was an outlet; a relief. Yes, Mercy often took things too far, especially towards the end. But the sudden complete absence of her was somehow even more unbearable. Mercy had awoken something inside of her; It was a constant itch now that Angela could not scratch herself — a dark urge that she was too frightened and ashamed of to confess to Moira that she needed fulfilled.

But even if she did tell her, Angela was not sure that Moira could do this for her. Only Mercy seemed to be able to. Only another version of herself had seemed able to reach deep enough down inside of her and hurt her enough for her to feel satisfied.

(Perhaps because only another version of her could understand how much she deserved it.) ]

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

one of the pigtails of a miku figure that a friend gifted me broke off 😢 so i redrew said figure as neru 🍜

[duskerot]

look at my vigilante brooo we're going to jail

[regulusdays]

Regulus, lying on the floor, with his head held back by the wall, dry tears all over his face, and a hand to his heart. Barty’s non-beating heart. That’s how Monty had found him. 

He was high out of his mind and can’t really tell what had happened in a cohesive manner – his mind holding together like shattered glass. That’s what hurts the most, he thinks. That he can’t recollect how it happened. The exact moment Barty’s heart stopped beating under his hand. 

The last days are all fuzzy and shapeless and borderless in his brain, and he can’t tell if it were really days or hours or weeks. The drugs took that away from him too, you see. Like taking Barty wasn’t enough.

Regulus had no idea who Monty was at the time, and he didn’t care. All he wanted was another shot and to feel Barty’s heart beating again. He got none of those things. What he got, instead, was hell – and a kind hand to hold him through it. 

From what Regulus has discovered so far, Monty – Fleamont, no last name – is a lawyer who mostly works paired with social workers, trying to help troubled kids. Not that Regulus has ever considered himself to be a troubled kid, he thinks of himself as a collected man actually, thank you very much. That is, if you disregard the part in which he got addicted to drugs and let his best friend and love of his life die in his arms. A well resolved man, even, if you will. 

Though there’s a loophole to Fleamont's story, Regulus considers, suspiciously. Regulus is a man. Legally, at least. What could social workers do for him? Aren’t they a few years too late? How, exactly, does he fit in the ‘troubled kid’ category? He has no idea, and it’s infuriating. 

He doesn’t know what his intentions are, and why he’s been keeping Regulus in this clinic – a private clinic, mind –, and it’s been driving him a bit mad. He’s tried to listen to whispers and interrogate his therapists but he hasn’t found a satisfying answer yet. 

Regulus vaguely, and he means vaguely, remembers the night Fleamont found him. He remembers being fussed at, like he’d never been before, and it was almost like- like Fleamont recognized him. 

He knows that’s stupid. He has never seen Fleamont in his life, and he has quite a memorable face. Regulus is good with faces and names, more than he would like, so he would definitely remember a man named Fleamont with a face such as his. 

It’s been the itch to Regulus’ ear ever since he got sober enough to get a hold of his bearings.

[todayisdeadinside]

hey guess what

fic update

i wrote today

a little bit

this is progress

[northern-passage]

i think the hardest thing for me to write is endings.... which makes sense since i've never written any 💀 

[meownotgood]

decided to make a fantasy fic so I could write about a cute and handsome prince aki, and here I am writing extensive lore about the history of magic and devils and humans / elves instead......... lord help me

[ruvviks]

i love writing

[ghoulangerlee]

its uh hmm it's not Wednesday but happy WIP Saturday (I've made that up) and here's some smut im working on

ive been writing this since kinktober actually lmao