#because Marauders is made to destroy us

[no-context-nonsense]

Pretend it’s Saturday…

It’s hockey season bitches which means it’s time to reread Sweater Weather and cry.

[sumsumstrashbin]

okay so, I've been thinking about this for a while - what about young!sev's birthday? like, some weeks later, James sadly "destroyed" his well noted Advanced Potions Making book, and he was very attached to it 🥹

so Reader, as a birthday gift, brings him back the repaired book, apologizing a little because maybe some pages aren't perfect etc., but she tried to repair it anyway 🥹🥹 and idk he's just moved because he didn't think that anyone would actually remember his birthday or do something for him?😭❤️‍🩹

feel free to ignore this or change anything if you want to!!<33

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ~ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬' 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

It was a cold January morning: the first of the month, to be exact. Most students were still enjoying their holiday break, whether that be back at home with their families or still at Hogwarts. The students that spent their holiday break at the school were either sleeping in after a long New Year’s night celebration, or down in the great hall getting breakfast to start their day.

The Marauder’s had all decided to stay at the school for their break this year, as it was their last year at Hogwarts, and they wanted to make the best of it. 

Severus, known as the quiet loner of the school, decided to spend his morning outside in the frigid winter air, scribbling down annotated notes in his Advanced Potions-Making book.

You made your way outside as well, hoping that the morning air would wake you up after the long night of partying. You spotted Severus on a nearby bench, making your way over, your boots crunching in the fresh snow.

“Good morning, Severus. It’s quite cold to be sitting out here, is it not?” You spoke, shoving your hands in your pockets to keep them warm.

Severus looked up at you, shutting his book. You were the only person that didn’t surprise him when you spoke to him, as he knew you to be the only friendly face in his life. The one person that would willingly sit next to him in class, the one person that wouldn’t make comments about his appearance or his unapproachable demeanor. 

He placed the book down next to him, crossing his arms.

“It isn’t too bad. I prefer the cold over having to be in the great hall by the time James and his irritating friends make their way down for breakfast.”

“Ah, I see.” You replied, pursing your lips. You knew of their never-ending pranks and beratement towards him, and it was beginning to make you resent them.

Just then, the Marauders made their way outside, laughing amongst themselves at one of their many inside jokes. They immediately spotted their most hated person, sitting next to who they thought to be “little miss sunshine”.

James made the first move, approaching the bench that the two of you were at. “L/n, it seems like you need rescuing. Never fear, James is here.  Is Snivellus here bothering you?”

The rest of the group snickered behind him, though your expression quickly went sour.

“Believe it or not, Potter, I’m here out of my own free will. Was there something you needed, or will you leave us alone?”

“Oh, don’t tell me Snivellus has a girlfriend.” James joked, looking between the two of you. Severus remained silent, grabbing his book to place it in his jacket pocket.

“What’s that, hm? Give it here.” He continued, grabbing the book out of Severus’ hand.

“It’s nothing. Give it back.” Severus stated, his voice clear and calm, though his hands were shaking.

James opened the book, flipping through the pages. “I can’t say I’m surprised that a loserr such as yourself is studying during the holidays.”

“Give it back, Potter. You aren’t funny.” You reached for the book, trying to grab it out of his hands, but James raised it into the air, making you unable to reach it.

“I think Snivellus deserves some kind of punishment for corrupting your mind enough to actually want to be around him.”

Before you could respond, James began ripping pages out, before tossing it to the ground. Sirius took this as an opportunity to whip out his wand and cast Incendio on the book, lighting it ablaze. You and Severus watched in horror, and the group high-fived each other before laughing their way back inside. 

“Severus, I’m so sorry–” You began, but he simply fled the scene before you could finish.

You shovelled snow onto the book with your hands to stop the fire, brushing it off and pocketing the book afterwards. You were going to make this right, even if it wasn’t your fault.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

January 9th came quickly, and you hadn’t seen Severus much since the incident. To be fair, you had spent most days locked away in your dorm, trying to salvage the Advanced Potion-making book as best as you could, rewriting any annotations that were damaged and replacing the missing pages with ones from your undamaged copy. 

Today was Severus’ birthday, and you had asked him to meet you in the Slytherin common room when passing him in the hall the previous day. You made your way to the common room, the book wrapped in festive paper with a big red bow tucked under your arm.

Severus waited on the couch, looking as miserable as always. You approached him, sitting next to him and placing the book in his lap.

“Happy Birthday, Severus.” You offered him a warm smile, your heart practically bursting with excitement for him to open his gift.

Severus stared at you, pure shock plastered across his face. “You…I…” 

“Well, go on and open it! I can’t wait any longer.” You exclaimed, clasping your hands in your lap.

He returned his gaze to the gift in his lap, his slender fingers carefully removing the ribbon and opening the wrapping paper from each taped section.

“You can rip it open, you know.”

“I’d feel terrible if I ruined all this effort.” He finishes his tedious unwrapping job, taking the book out.

“I tried my best to redo all the annotations that I could, I’m sorry if I missed any, but it was pretty ruined–”

“Y/n, it’s..it’s perfect. Thank you.” He flips through the pages, gently running his fingers over the notes that you rewrote in your handwriting. “I don’t even know how to–how to thank you enough. Nobody has ever done something like this for me before.” He speaks softly, shifting his gaze from the book over to you.

“It’s terrible, what they did. And it’s your birthday, of course I had to do something for you.”

Severus’ heart swelled at your words. He couldn’t express his gratitude with words, how much this meant to him. “I…thank you, again, Y/n. I’m surprised you even remembered my birthday.”

“I have all my friends’ birthdays in my calendar, Sev. You included. How could I forget?”

A smile crept onto his face at the thought of his birthday, his name, being important enough to be scribbled into your calendar.

“Oh, and I almost forgot. I’ll be right back.” You skittered off to your dorm before he could respond, leaving him to flip through the pages of his restored book. 

You returned a few minutes later, holding a small cupcake with a lit candle on it. You brought it over to the couch, sitting next to him once again. 

After singing him the birthday song in a playful manner, you handed the cupcake to him. “Blow out the candle, make a wish.”

He looked at you with a warm smile, before closing his eyes, swallowing his emotions as he blew out the flame.

“I hope you wished for James and his friends to get what they deserve, because they will. I may have tipped someone to toss a dungbomb into James’ dorm.”

Severus let out a laugh, slapping a hand over his mouth. He composed himself after a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “This is the greatest birthday ever. Possibly the greatest day in general. Thank you, Y/n, for making this so special.”

“I’m glad I could make it special for you.” You took his hands in yours, beaming at him. 

Overcome with many emotions, Severus leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Your face immediately flushed, and so did his. After a moment, he let go of your hands. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I–”

You cut him off swiftly by leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. You pulled away a few moments later, staring into his eyes to gauge his reaction.

Severus, a man of very few emotions, sat there with his face as red as Arthur Weasley’s hair, a dorky smile plastered across his face. You pulled him into an embrace, his cold hands finding their place on your back.

A loud voice broke the two of you from the intimate moment, a young Slytherin rushing into the common room. “Someone threw a Dungbomb in James Potter’s dorm! Someone finally pranked those tosser’s back!”

Severus and you exchanged knowing looks, laughter bubbling in your chests.

[the-magical-place-inside-my-head]

The Marauders fandom is so beautiful to me because it used to be like “We killed the author and now we dance on the grave.” But it has taken on such a life of its own that now it’s also like “The author has been dead and buried for so long that we’ve forgotten there was even a grave in the first place. The dance is unrecognizable as a derivative of the original. We have built and destroyed cities on this land and will do so again.” After all. If you’ve replaced all the parts of a boat it’s not really the same boat anymore. The ghosts that haunt the narrative are fan fiction writers themselves. Bizzarestars. MsKingBean89. Motswolo. Solmussa etc. This fandom has truly been a creation of collaborative storytelling. We are trading stories around the campfire just like how they were meant to be shared. Made with love and freely given, with no expectation of reward, just the desire to be a small piece in the everlasting, ever-changing story.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Ok, this is so fun! Congrats again!

I'll pick...Hunter (shocked, I'm sure.)

How about: "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" and "Oh, don't be cute"/"Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

Thanks!!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Thank you @clonethirstingisreal - I hope you love this Carol, it actually brought a smile to my face as I was writing it.

Enjoy, love oo.

One Meal

Warnings: knife flipping, allusions to loss, slight angst, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Hunter flicked his knife back and forth in between his fingers, as he contemplated the next mission. Things were … different, since you joined. Not good or bad … just different. It been about six months, and yes, the Marauder was cleaner and didn’t have that lingering smell anymore, and yes, the meals had gotten better too, because you refused to just eat the ration bars the GAR provided. And … okay, it was nice to see your smiling face in the morning, compared to the miserable faces of his brothers. 

Yet, he still felt awkward around you. He wanted to laugh with you, like you could so easily with Wrecker, to have deep discussion, like you could with Tech, even philosophical discussions like you did with Echo. Hell, he’d be happy if he could just do target practice with you, like you did with Crosshair, but … every time he opened his mouth, he was curt, short tempered, and on edge. 

It wasn’t even your fault, it was just him. 

He stood from his seat, heading down the ramp and taking in a breath of fresh air. You were cooking dinner, doing your best to teach Wrecker that just because salt tasted good, didn’t mean he had to put in a whole table spoon full. 

It made him laugh a little as you tried to explain in your most patient voice possible, that you’d fix the dinner and Wrecker could go help Tech or Crosshair with something else. It was your polite way of saying ‘go away.’

Hunter tried but he couldn’t stop the smile on his lips, as he walked over to you.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile" you pointed out as he walked up to you. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Oh, I just saw how you were very tactful with Wrecker. It was funny.”

You shrugged trying to fight back your own laughter as you tried to fix the stew, by adding more water, “He tried. I’m grateful he’s willing to learn.”

“Need help? I’m not completely inept when it comes to cooking.”

You looked a little surprised when he asked, not that his offering to help was a real shock, it was the fact you realized this was the first time you two had a proper conversation. “Um … yeah, if you don’t mind using your handy dandy knife there, that you like flipping around so much, to cut up some of these veggies so I can add them, that’d be great.”

Hunter chuckled at your description, as he nodded, taking a seat and getting to work, “Where did you learn to cook?” He asked, hoping to get to know you a little better.

“My mom and grandmother. They were adamant that I learn how to feed an army if I ever needed to …” you chuckled, “I had a big family, back home. Usually there would be around twenty of us for dinner.”

“Twenty? Did you have a lot of siblings?”

“No. It was just me. But I had uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, neighbours, anyone and everyone who needed a meal could always come to our place for dinner. We never turned away anyone in need of a good meal.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It was …” a sadness passed your face, as you thought back to what had once been your home, until the Separatist droid army showed up, and destroyed everything you had held so dear. 

Hunter saw your smile slip, it pained him to see that you had been through so much, although he hadn’t heard about it directly from you, he did overhear what had happened when you were talking with Tech. “Well we appreciate all your efforts, especially when you’re trying to teach us neanderthals how to cook.”

You giggled a little, pushing away the sad thoughts that had encapsulated your mind for a split second, “You’re not neanderthals.”

“We’re not exactly proper either. Couldn’t say, we’re exactly suited for a posh dinner.”

You shook your head as you laughed, “You don’t need to be suited for a posh dinner, you just need to show up to eat.” You smiled as you turned to look at him, smirking as you saw how perfectly he cut each vegetable.

You walked over and grabbed the tray of veggies, and dropped them into the stew, “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

“Why do you take care of us? I mean granted the Marauder smells a lot better, and the meals you cook are much better than the GAR rations, but … why do you do it?”

You stirred the stew as you contemplated the question, “I guess … because you feel like family to me.” You turned to look at him, truthfully, he was the only one that you didn’t think of as family, you wanted something more with him, something special, but seeing as this was the first time you two actually talked, it might be a bit far-fetched to imagine that could possibly happen. “And, I love seeing how my food makes you guys happy. Wrecker, has the biggest smile on his face, whenever he eats when I cook. Tech has this adorable blush, although he’ll never admit how much he enjoys my cooking. And Crosshair … well he always comes back for seconds; and frankly, between you and me, he needs to eat more. He’s too skinny. I could break off his collarbone if I needed.”

“I enjoy it too,” Hunter clarified as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I might not say it, but I always look forward to your cooking.” He blushed and turned his head away, not wanting you to see how much of an effect you had on him, and not just because of your cooking. 

You laughed at his reaction, "Oh, don't be cute” you teased, “I might have to walk over there and pinch your cheeks.”

Hunter started to laugh, when he realized what you said, “Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

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That Old Song

Pairing: Crosshair x Female Reader

Summary: After pining after him for months, you get the chance to see Crosshair one more time before he ships out with his squad to Kaller.

Tags: SFW. Kissy-kiss, pre-relationship, general softness, implied tragic romance

Word count: 1693 words

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This one was inspired by That Old Song from the Slime Rancher soundtrack because it gives me tragic romance vibes and even though I always wanna give Crosshair a happy ending, I really felt inspired to explore the more tragic side of canon because we all know what happens to him by this point (and season 3's not even over lol Lord help us)

The sky turned purple as the sun on Anaxes began to set. The warm toned twilight would always bring a sense of foreboding with it, but you were used to it. The hangar on Anaxes was not a front line, but it was still a warzone, and war didn't discriminate. It took away, it destroyed, it forced goodbyes, but like the stars that were rising in the ever-darkening sky, there were always gleams of hope that traced finer, beautiful shapes if you knew how to look for them.

He was such a glimmer, at least to you.

You hadn't stepped a foot inside the base since the Havoc Marauder landed. Though repairs and refueling were insistently handled by the team's own engineer, you had the honor of being the only mechanic around whom Tech would even allow to set a finger on the hull of the modified Omicron-class attack shuttle. While he was off running diagnostics and the rest of the squad loaded up on rations, you were finishing up putting away the supplies you'd needed for a standard oil change. You caught the scent of the oil coming from your gloves, which you carefully removed to reveal your hands, the skin on them soft and surprisingly well taken care of despite your profession. At that moment, you could hear the subtle pacing behind you, and a gentle smile formed on your lips. You'd had so many encounters with them that, while short, had already allowed you to recognize how each of the defective clones walked - you'd gotten the chance to know such a detail from many clone battalions, but you didn't enjoy knowing any of them as much as you did for Clone Force 99.

The steps approaching you were light as a feather resulting in lifelong training for stealth, and long resulting in a tall silhouette. Carefully paced one after the other, you knew he was already smirking at the sight of you. It was simply who he was.

You turned around and your eyes landed on the silver hair and the deep brown eyes that would reflect sunlight so beautifully whenever a golden ray hit them just right - that was the only thing that made you yearn for sunshine in the middle of that twilight. Regardless, you couldn't help but grin at the man approaching you. Being in his presence was everything that occupied your thoughts when he was gone.

"Thought you'd be here," he said while chewing on a toothpick.

The giggle that left you was just a bit too obvious for your taste, but you muscled through it. "Aren't you smart."

"I hope you haven't been here all week," he teased. "I don't tell you when I'll be here in my letters for you to tie yourself to the hangar."

"It might surprise you to know I'm always exactly where I need to be," you smirked, your hands traveling to your hips. "I just happen to be needed here right now."

Crosshair, who was always so stern and so serious, let out a chuckle in front of you. The way others talked about him, even his brothers, you were already sure by then that you were one of the only people he ever did that around, and the low sound of his laughter and the way his chest fluttered when he did made you feel your knees giving out on you. Finally, Crosshair took a couple of calculated steps toward you, decreasing some of the distance between the two of you. He looked down at you, silent for a moment, so peaceful you could hear the wind blowing at your sides. Despite the cool breeze, all you could feel on your skin was heat.

"Have you heard the rumors?" You asked him.

Crosshair nodded, the seriousness returning to his face. "Yeah. War's ending soon."

Sarcasm flooded his previous remark, and you gave him a bittersweet smile. "You don't seem all that happy about it."

"It's not that," Crosshair replied. "I'm not in a position to assert or expect anything."

"Right," your mind went back to your initial pondering on the cruelties of war, but you decided to focus on the man in front of you. "Will you be headed to Coruscant?"

Crosshair shook his head. "We're needed on Kaller."

"Oh," you said. "I see. Kaller... snowy, full of clankers."

"My specialty," Crosshair purred.

You giggled. "So... maybe it's safer to say that I'll see you again soon?"

As you were talking to him, you inched closer to Crosshair. Your hands were down at your sides, but you couldn't help but notice how close his hands were to yours, and how easy it would be to reach out and touch his gloved fingers with your bare ones. What you hadn't realized up until that moment, even with all the letters and the hours you'd spent thinking about Crosshair, was how desperately you needed to hold him, and to be held by him.

But Crosshair sighed, hesitant. "Darling..."

"We haven't been sending each other letters for months now just because," you whispered. "Have we?"

A faint smile appeared on his thin lips. "No."

Your own smile, though soft, grew at him, and your eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Crosshair..." You sighed, the dreaminess finding its way into your voice.

He couldn't help but laugh again. "Well, damn. You really are smitten."

Flustered, you looked away, but Crosshair reached out to gently hold your chin and have you look up at him again. He took in the way you were looking at him, with sparkling eyes and an adorable smile, your cheeks warm and your silhouette glowing with hope, like a girl first entranced by puppy love. Your hand went up to perch itself over his wrist, but as you did, your romantic heart stilled itself when the thought of him leaving soon bled into your mind, forcing the smile to slowly disappear from you.

"What is it?" He asked.

You chuckled bashfully. "I just..."

You feared the effect of your words, you feared that it would put a pressure on him that he didn't need, one that no soldier deserved to be burdened with. But inside you, a flame burned, one that prompted you to simply speak now, to not hold back, to not reduce yourself and your feelings to letters and comms. Crosshair, the man of your dreams, finally stood before you, his hand on your skin. You would never forgive yourself if you wasted this opportunity now that you had it.

Because how in the world could you have known what happened next?

"I just don't want you to leave," you whispered. "I never do."

Crosshair gave a soft exhale as he rolled the toothpick to the opposite corner of his lips and spat it out to the side only to look at you again, his gaze turning gentle on you. His other hand traveled up to your face, and now he cupped your cheeks with a steady, soft grip.

"Would it help if I told you I don't want to leave you here either?" He asked.

You smiled softly. "It's nice to know that."

Your eyes met, and you were overtaken by the desire to collapse in his arms and become one with him. You valued each second you'd been gifted to look at his face; your gaze traced the tattoo over his right eye, memorizing the little textures where the ink seemed to falter - you'd never noticed it wasn't a solid line, it looked like it'd been drawn over the artisanal canvas of his skin. You basked in his warmth as your hands reached out to his waist, and you pulled yourself closer to him, and while you did, part of you wanted to curse and lash out at the fact that you hadn't done this sooner.

But you were there now, and that was enough to calm you. And if the war was ending, you wanted to cling to the hope that you'd be in the arms of your beloved again soon.

"Crosshair?" You asked.

With his gaze, he prompted you to continue.

"I..." you said. "I want to kiss you."

Crosshair didn't wait longer, and he slowly lowered himself to gently press his lips to yours. You felt as if every star in the sky above you would explode at that moment, and your arms slid up around Crosshair's shoulders while his slid around your waist. A kiss that started out softly didn't hesitate to become what you could only describe as romance itself, fully engulfing you both in one wavelength as your lips danced together, timeless in your own right. Softly, you moaned at his taste, and you vowed never to forget the sensation of his lips on yours, warm and intoxicating, like it would give you everything you'd ever need for the rest of your days.

You never wanted it to end, but the time came for Crosshair to set you down again. You hadn't even noticed when you'd started to stand on your toes, but when the soles of your feet were back on the ground, you looked up at him with hope, with love, and with the unspoken desire to scream "don't go" building up and eating you up inside.

With all those feelings in your gaze, looking at you nearly broke Crosshair's heart.

Your hands gently traveled to Crosshair's cheeks and you felt his stubble growing in beneath your fingertips. You gave a light chuckle and added that detail to the many you'd remember from that night, and finally, you smiled brightly at Crosshair.

"Let me know where you end up after Kaller," you said.

Crosshair smiled softly. "You know I will."

You knew it would be time for him to leave soon, so you resolved to be with him in the time you had left. You threw your arms around Crosshair and held him tighter than you'd ever held anyone. You didn't mind the armor under your soft body, all that mattered was you were holding him.

And fervently, during those last few moments, you prayed neither Kaller nor whatever came after it would take him away from you.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

[theemporium]

secret relationship with regulus pls !!

If someone told you that you were going to fall in love with Regulus Black, you would’ve laughed in their face. 

You knew about the Black family long before you went to Hogwarts, everyone in the Wizarding World did. The family was well-known for mostly wrong reasons and you had heard whispered rumours about just what sort of family they were. The things they did, the things they believed in. It was never a philosophy you ever thought you’d align yourself with.

When you enrolled in Hogwarts and were sorted into Gryffindor, it was shocking enough that you found yourself in a buddying friendship with one of the Black sons—though Sirius always was the anomaly, nothing quite like the rest of his family. 

He spoke about his family quite a lot. He would tell you about the kinds of things they’d say, the way they would sneer at him when he went home for the holidays. And the stories he told you were enough to confirm that outside of Sirius, there was a fat fucking chance you’d be civil with any of the other Black family members if you knew better. 

As it turns out, you clearly didn’t know better because by the time you reached 6th year, you somehow found yourself in a weird dynamic with none other than the younger Black brother. 

What happened to be unfortunate circumstances that put you together (younger students trying to pull a marauders-esque prank gone wrong that somehow led to you both in detention), it ended up being for the greater good that you were forced to spend the next few weekends with Regulus because it gave him a chance to show you that he wasn’t like what others or even his brother assumed. 

And whilst it took you a while to warm up to the younger Black and see past your prejudices, Regulus was quite the opposite. The boy was enamoured by you from the second he laid eyes on you and was honestly looking for any excuse he could to spend time near you. The detention just so happened to work out in his favour, and the rest was history. 

Well, not really. 

Because despite the fact Regulus—much like his brother—didn’t care about the Black morals and philosophy, he still didn’t want a target on your back. Things had been tense since Sirius practically ran away and tension was high in the house, pressure even more pressing on his shoulders. The last thing Regulus wanted was to drag you into the matter for his parents to use against him. 

It was why, for now, he wanted to keep your relationship a secret even if it killed him to have to wait until you were hidden in the shadows to kiss you. 

“What I would give to kiss you like this every day whenever I please,” Regulus whispered against your lips, lips drawn in a soft smile as he continued to peck your lips as you giggled against him. 

“You’d be insatiable,” you muttered in faux annoyance but the thought made your heart swell nonetheless. “I would never get away from you.” 

His hands tightened their grip on your waist. “Is that such a problem?” 

“Hm, maybe I’m sick of you, Black,” you teased playfully, fingers playing with the messy black curls at the name of his neck. 

“Yeah?” His voice was low and husky, breath fanning over your heated skin as he dipped down to press a feather-soft kiss on your pulse point. “It’s funny hearing you try to act all nonchalant when I know for a fact you’d let me ravish you on this sofa if I wanted, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched. “And do you want to ravish me?” 

“Hm,” the boy hummed, dark eyes glimmering with amusement and his lips twitching upwards as he pulled you towards him, destroying any distance between your bodies as you fell onto his lap. And his smirk only widened when you let out a soft gasp at the bulge in his trousers. “Take a fucking guess, sweetheart.” 

“Guess you really missed me,” you breathed out with a small laugh, hooded eyes focused on the way he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. 

“Like a fucking hole in my chest,” he muttered before leaning forward to kiss you, hands holding you down on his lap as he made up for the lost time between your meetings. 

And maybe, just maybe, one day you wouldn’t have to wait weeks in between your nights with him.

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[punkeropercyjackson]

My 2000s/2010s kid medias wisdom:

Azula deserved a redemption arc and Ty Lee is the girl who got shafted by not being Zuko's love interest

The Soul Society is a military state and Ichigo was a good person for never joining it and Orihime was the best Bleach character

Sasuke was right and Kishimito made him an extremist as ableist victim blaming propaganda and Sakura and Hinata are equally good

Ben 10,including the sequels,is better than Danny Phantom

Flynn Ryder was a creep and a dickhead who didn't deserve Rapunzel

Hiccup was trans but so was Astrid,only transfem instead

Teen Titans is a beyond good show but the influence it's had on DC's comics is bad and Young Justice Animated should've never existed

The Hunger Games and Chronicles of Narnia derserve better than to be grouped in with Harry Potter because Thg is an anti-bigotry story rather than liberal bs and you can actually pull 'Death of the Author' with the problematic elements of Tcon because C.S Lewis is actually dead

Adventure Time is an almost perfect show and so're it's comics and sequel miniseries' and you can't pull 'It's bad because it got too serious in later seasons!!!' as a fact because that was the point,that it was trying to be different from most kids cartoons and it not being your thing dosen't mean it's not good writing

Winx Club,W.i.t.c.h,Totally Spies,The Powerpuff Girls,Kim Possible and MLP are feminist even if they have their flaws and they're brought in a girly packaging because they're meant to be heroes for little girls

Johnny Test is fine and y'all are weird fow visceral your reaction to it was

Percy Jackson and the Olympians dropped the ball by having Percy end up with Annabeth because they're 'destined to' since the point of Percy's story is that he never gets to choose what they actually want and they should've either ended up with Rachel or stayed single to work on character development and healing,Luke never actually cared about other demigods and was only using them as ammo against the gods because if he actually cared he wouldn't have abused them,Toa should've instead been a third Percy series of them destroying Olympus' corruption because they've had enough of the gods and replacing it with an actual good societal system and Percy is a super cool autistic Team Parent who'd be femme and kidcore if Rick bothered to develop their interests

Star Vs The Forces of Evil should've made trans Marco and autistic Star canon,endgamed them with Tom and Janna instead of eachother,made Jackie an mc and done none of that 'no magic' shit

Gravity Falls,We Bare Bears and Undertale/Deltarune's icon status are well-deserved

Craig of the Creek only gets ignored because it's a black show that's good

And She Ra and the Princesses of Power is called cringe nonstop because it's fanbase is largely wlw and trans women who're loud and proud with their queerness and the creator at the time of it's airing identified as a nonbinary lesbian and people hate female queerness while hyping up male kinds that play into stereotypes(Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf,Magnus and Alec from The Mortal Instruments,the Shiro/Keith discourse,the Boyfriends Webtoon,Marauder's Era even being a thing,etc.Note that i am not calling Stevenson female but rather saying he knows what lesbophobic experiences are)

[maul-of-shame]

"𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥" 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

🌿✨ A Corner of Rivendell: An Elrondriel/Galrond Haven Is Now Open! ✨🌿

Greetings, fellow travelers of Middle-earth! Whether you’ve sailed from the Grey Havens or come straight from the libraries of Imladris, I’m thrilled to announce that A Corner of Rivendell has officially opened its doors today!💫

This is a dedicated space for the lovers of Elrond and Galadriel (yes, we ship them, we know it's canon in our hearts 💕). This corner of the world is for Elrondriel/Galrond enthusiasts only, where you can indulge in the most heartfelt headcanons, share your art, writing, and theories, and celebrate these two incredible elves without judgment, interruptions, or snide remarks from antis!🏹🌿✨

Why did I create this space? Simply because it felt like it was time for a cozy, open, and respectful community where we could express ourselves freely and shower our ship in the love it deserves and because I finally made my mind about it, talking with a friend and her repeated "GO FOR IT GO FOR IT" convinced me! XD💙 And also because, even if I love Tumblr with all my heart, I had to block a bunch of people because of responses over Elrondriel/Galrond stuff like if you don't like it that's fine, no need to use the "it makes me nauseous", "it destroyed LOTR" your entire personality 😭😭

So if you’re here because you have a soft spot for Elrond/Galadriel (and who could blame you? not me that's for sure XD), this is your new virtual home in Rivendell. Pull up a chair, grab a cup of tea 🍵, and get ready for heartwarming fic discussions, brainstorming ideas, stunning fan art, and even some healthy debate on Elvish lore!

NSFW content? If you have some spice in your quiver, it’s welcome! Just make sure it stays in our specially designated Mirkwood Marauders chat, where all elves over 18 can safely engage in their more mature fantasies. I trust everyone will be honest about their age, but in the interest of safety, if I discover any dishonesty, I will have to remove the cloak and swiftly ban those responsible—just like a true guardian of Imladris would!

What to expect here:

- Creative spaces for art, fics, headcanons, and theories! - A place to brainstorm your Elrondriel stories and lore ideas! - Fun and interactive events like writing sprints and group discussions!! I also have a nice sweet event planned as well and I'm sure you're (probably) going to like it! - A healthy balance of fun, fluff, and NSFW content in their respective sections—no crossing the streams! -All the Elven love and respect you deserve!

This is a place of mutual support, where respect and fun come first. If you have any questions or want to invite a friend to join or just simply for you to join, send me a message, and I’ll see if we have enough lembas to share! Invites are only handed out via DMs. This is to ensure we can safely check ages for access to our +18 areas and maintain the cozy, respectful vibe we’re aiming for!🍂

[expectopatronum18]

It's so important to me that the marauders, lily, Snape, regulus, Barty Crouch Jr and everyone from that era who joined the war are dead. It really shows the impact of the war; that entire generation was destroyed in one way or another. Harry at least had adults to support and guide him (aka ppl from the first war gen), to tell him what the war was going to be lyk and at least inform him on what to expect to some degree. The first gen had no one like this tho, everything was happening for the first time, no one even knew about something as basic as the existence of the dark marks on the DEs! They were outnumbered 20:1 and had no proper idea of what they were doing. PPL were dropping around them like flies, no one could trust each other, there was panic and fear all around, and ur loved ones could be controlled and could hurt u if they were under the imperius curse by the DEs. And all of this after they'd just graduated from high school. It's worth noting that even voldemort's indoctrination campaign was seen for the first time ever, it capitalised on pre-existing hatred and divisions in the wizarding society, thus ideologically appealing to a huge section of the society, and created a fascist movement out of it. Naturally, it's a lot for impressionable youngsters without a proper support system or any guidance to understand (tho it obvs doesn't excuse their actions, tht goes without saying). The kids who were just out of school had to be the adults there because there was no one else they could rely on; that whole generation joined to fight in the war at 17. James and lily died trying to protect their baby boy, Sirius was wrongfully convicted and chucked into azkaban, Remus lost all his friends and was all alone in the world, and Snape, despite being a literal DE at first, became a double agent....all of them were 21. Regulus died at 18 or 19 trying to bring voldemort down by discovering his horcrux. Ofc Harry was a child who was thrust into the war too, but like I said, he had adults (no matter how flawed) all the way along to love him and guide him in the right direction, so unlike the characters mentioned above (even James's and Lily's parents died before they were 21). The first generation had to face not just one but 2 wars in their lifetimes, in both of which they were principal actors. Ultimately it's important that none of them made it out alive (if u ignore characters like avery or muliciber who are mentioned only a couple of times). The war was already going on (not on a large scale yet) when they were in school, they practically grew up with it and died because of it. Unlike with Harry's generation, the war completely wiped them all out. Imo Rowling really toned it down in Harry's generation coz the books were written for children, but she pulled no punches with the first war generation, which is probably what makes their story so much more interesting to the majority of us.

[keencroissantgardenflap]

DUMBLEDORE RANTS

I've thought that witnessing Marauders fans blame all the deaths on Dumbledore is annoying enough, until I saw DRACO fans blame Dumbledore for all the wrong choices and stupid decisions that DRACO made HIMSELF????!!!

That person said it was Albus's fault for ignoring Draco's issues, for turning a blind eye on whatever happened to Draco in HBP and only lend a helping hand at the end of HBP.

And I was like???? 😦😦😦🤡🤡🤡??? Seriously???? Can you use your brain? At that time of the story, Dumbledore was a leader of an army and he had a mf WAR to deal with, he had plans to complete and had many other people (children, women, men) to protect. He needed to find out what was happening between Harry and Voldemort and turned that information into something useful that could make his side win the war.

He was old as fuck and still had to worry about several things, he sacrificed himself to make a way for the other, for a ray of hope. He was weak, sick and injured after destroying a Horcrux and coming through all the things in that full-of-inferiors cave. Yet he still made an unsual effort to control the situation and did his best to save as many people as he could. And you still think that he had any free time to worry about some brats putting himself in a fucked up position?

I don't say that everything happened to Draco was all Draco's fault. I know he's just a spoiled child who became cocky, rude, selfish and rac*st because of the environment he grew up in and a secret desire to satisfy his parents's expectations. I know he isn't evil at all and didn't deserve all the bad things happened to him. BUT Draco wasn't the only one who was in danger. Every other students, other children were also facing the same war. Did you see what happened to Dean, Seamus, Nevellie and their families? Did you see what happened to other creatures like the elves and goblins? Did you see what happened to Order and Ministry members when Voldemort chased after them and tortured then killed them brutally? Dumbledore was losing HIS PEOPLE one by one, the war became very dangerous for his side and he couldn't hesitate anymore, he must do something, anything to make it better.

And despite all of those terrible things, Dumbledore still cared for you all precious Draco 😀. He had a plan for saving that boys soul, soothe him with warming advices while Draco's wand was still pointing at his neck. All the things he told Draco at the moment before his death are to make Draco not feel guilty about his actions. What else do you want Dumbledore do to help Draco? How else could Dumbledore help him if Draco rejected even his favourite teacher, the one he used to respect - Snape? Things happened to Draco wasn't only because of his fault, but it also was NOT DUMBLEDORE'S.

You think they would win the war without Dumbledore? You think your favourite character died because of him? Shut up you idiot 😊😊

I'm not even a Dumbledore defender, I know that old man also made mistakes in his life but I swear those ppls and their Dumbledore slander start being annoying as fuck. NOT EVERYTHING is his fault ok???? Urrggggg I'm going to get mad because of those ppls, they start losing their sanity for real 💀💀💀, they should be banned from social media for the peace of the world 🫂🫂🫂🤗🤗🤗

[omegafett99]

Whumptober day eight

Whumptober 2024 - day 8 - Prompt: “Leave the lights on”

this is definetly one of my worse works, but a fan-fic is a fan-fic

It was exactly 1 year after the empire was defeated, and with all the time to herself, the pilot decided to try tracking down some lost brothers 

“Omega?” She heard her best friend, Hera, walk into her room with 2 glasses of some unknown liquid, probably alcoholic.

 “Hm?” Omega hummed, not paying attention to the Twi'lek

“Omega, what are you doing?” Hera joked, used to her friend going through phases like this, entranced in her work until someone stopped her.

“I am doing something i should have done a long time” The not-so-young Clone grabbed a datapad and started furiously typing.

“Which is?” Hera pried, peeking over Omega’s shoulder to look at the datapad “ERIADU?” she yelled “No no no no no no no NO” she snatched the dad from her friends hands “when you joined your brothers made me promise to not let you do anything dumb, and that IS!” 

Hera tossed the pad onto Omega’s bed, grumbling, “why do you need to go back there anyway?”

Omega looked at the ground, face red “you Know why” Hera shook her head “Omega im sorry but He’s Dead” she said forcefully 

“No! Listen, every time i’m near general Skywalker i feel the exact same way Ventress said i would 

“Okay so you’re gonna let some Ex-Assassin tell you what's true and what's not?”

“No! But listen, even if he’s NOT alive i NEED to go, t-to get his armor, his tools, His Datapad! He LOVED that datapad! And i already let the marauder get destroyed, i need to get his stuff”

Omega grabbed the broken goggles, waving them in the air “Because of his sacrifice, we were able to free Dozens of clones! And I want something for people to know him by! To see his armor! To make sense of the sacrifice he made” Omega dropped on the bed next to her friend “okay” Hera sighed, taking the bottles, “Clearly you’re set on this decision” as she walked out to leave, she called “But go to sleep!” 

“Yes Ma’am” Omega chuckled, laying down “but” Omega hesitated, face turning red “Can you please leave the lights on?” 

Hera had to laugh “sure ’Meg” she smiled peacefully as she strolled away from her Friends room.

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@kybercrystals94 @dreamsight73 @heidnspeak

[manageablemischiefs-blog]

Remus Lupin Headcanons: Childhood - 7th Year (no particular order)

He bites his nails

From third year onwards, you would find ink stains all over his fingers

Remus loves his books; they were sometimes the only escape he had ever since he was a child, and they helped him cope with the loneliness and awkwardness of life.

The spine of his favourite books are destroyed. Non-existent, even.

He also makes annotations.

He is sarcastic but only under his breath.

He doesn't really raise his hand in class often and comfortably until sixth year.

Before, his voice would always sound hoarse and he would fidget with his fingers under his desk.

He would often find himself loosening his tie or collar when he's anxious even if they weren't tight to begin with.

First year was the hardest for him because he missed his mum.

He always speaks in a soft voice.

Has a hard time looking at people in the eye for more than five seconds.

After he went to Hogwarts, Lyall and Hope would always send a howler singing Happy Birthday to him. He would open the letter alone in his dorm-room and would keep them safe in his trunk.

He would listen to Glenn Miller's records with his parents every night before going to bed.

At Hogwarts, he would hum the melodies unconsciously.

He likes dark chocolate and strong coffee. Only drinks tea if he has a headache or feeling too sad.

Neither him or his father are good at sports and always bonded over that.

Lyall and him used to go for walks near a lake or prairie before dinner – not necessarily talking much but rather enjoying each other's company. Remus looked up to his father a lot.

They shared the same humour.

Remus never found out about the comments his father made about werewolves before he got bitten.

He sucked at potions.

A habit of his was rolling up his sleeves elbow-length but then unroll them since he was self-conscious of his scars.

Out of all the people working at Hogwarts, Remus got along with Madame Pomfrey the most.

He likes corduroy and wool.

His favourite non-magical creatures is a sheep and his favourite magical creature is a Demiguise. He finds both of them adorable.

After The Prank, he never stopped talking to the rest of the marauders. He kept pretending everything was alright, even though he was deeply hurt by Sirius's actions and by James and Peter's immediate forgiveness of him.

He would feel nauseous for weeks and pull his hair lightly out of anxiety but never say a thing.

Eventually, he got a buzzcut.

People made fun of him but he actually liked it.

He loves going to the beach when it's cool enough to wear a t-shirt. He finds the sea soothing.

He likes coconut tarts yet hates coconut scented things.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 12 – prompt 12: Bombardo – word count 682

Bombardo - Creates an explosion

James was worried. Not because they had run into Snape and his minions in an empty corridor, or because they were now dueling with all the knowledge of their Sixth Year spells, or because all of that could lose them so many points Gryffindor would be out of the House Cup race until the year 2000. No, James was worried because Snape was hurling insults at Sirius while he was dueling against him and Remus. None of them ever listened to what Snape said usually, but James had just gotten his friends back on a talking basis after the awful event of the previous year and their relationship was so fragile anything could shatter it again. Snivellus, who was not stupid, as much as it pained James to admit it, had picked up on that and was trying to use it to his advantage.

“Nice one Black, did your mum teach you that? Oh, wait!” Snape shouted as he dodged Sirius’s spell.

James parried the spell Mulciber had aimed at him as he watched Remus try to disarm Snape to no avail.

“Well, despite all she might still be proud of how her son behaved, won’t you agree, Lupin?”

James moved Peter away from Avery’s range and cast a stupefy, hoping it would stun the two goons enough for him to deal with Snape himself.

“Look at him now,” Snape sneered. “Looking at you with sad dog eyes, all worried you’ll stop talking to him again.”

Mulciber was down, but Avery was raising his wand again and James had to focus away from where Sirius was stumbling back, a stricken look on his face while Remus stood motionless, looking at Snape. With one look to Peter, they managed to coordinate their spell and got Avery, sending him on the floor by Mulciber’s side. As they both whirled around, ready to help their friends, Snape laughed.

“Oh, we all saw that,” he said. “The Marauders broken up and Lupin wandering the castle with the girls in your year or even with the less likely group you’d think he would like! What was worse, Black? Seeing him with girls or seeing him with your own brother?”

Sirius’s face was crumbling, his wand now pointing at the floor. Rage filling his stomach, James made to jump forward but a hand on his arm stopped him.

“Pete, what-”

“BOMBARDO!”

The explosion almost made him fold in two, and when he looked up again Remus was standing wand in hand pointed at a knocked out Snape on the floor and a half-destroyed wall behind him.

“Moony?”

Sirius’s voice was little more than a whisper. James, arm still in Peter’s grip, watched Remus turn around to face Sirius, his eyes dark. And then Remus marched up to Sirius, all but crushing him against the nearest wall, kissing him hungrily.

“No one,” Remus growled after a while, his hands framing Sirius’s bewildered face. “No one can say things like that about you and not face the consequences.”

“Moony…” Sirius whispered before grabbing Remus’s hair and pulling him into another searing kiss.

James smiled, ignoring Peter who was poking his side. His friends were okay. Well, more than okay, judging by the way their hands had started roaming on each other. Peter was poking him again, but he just felt happy and so relieved and almost (almost) not uncomfortable at the way Sirius was currently moaning. Peter poked him again.

“What?” James finally looked at him.

Peter stared back, moving his arm to take all the scene, three knocked out students and one knocked down wall, in.

“Get the bloody cloak out, Prongs” he hissed. “We’ll get expelled for this!”

“Shit,” James muttered.

The cloak was fished out of his pocket and the happy couple covered and ushered away along with Wormtail riding on James’s shoulder just as Professors Flitwick and McGonagall rounded the corner.

“Oh dear, what do you think happened here, Minerva?” Professor Flitwick’s squeal echoed down the corridor as the Marauders made their hasty retreat.

“Whatever it was, they probably deserved it,” Professor McGonagall’s exasperated voice answered.

[ladyknight33]

Severus Snape, The Lost Lily, and A Certain Kind of Courage

Not enough credit is given for the type of courage that allows an insecure boy to stand in enemy territory and apologize. It is the same type of courage that has allowed him to behave as a spy in the most dangerous situations of the story. The books inform us that Severus has insulted Lily multiple times, perhaps indirectly, when in conversation because of his constant acquaintance with Slytherins who referred to her as a Mudblood. In order to maintain relations with his Housemates, he needed to use the same vocabulary otherwise they would ostracize him along side the rest of the school. The books also say that Lily forgave him frequently for these transgresses and even defended him to her friends. Because of these references, she might not have had the slur directed at her from Severus’s own mouth. Only in passing in referring to the Muggleborn population. This could explain her outrage at the callous behavior Severus gave her following the “Worst Memory” incident and why she never forgave him.

To better understand why Lily took the derogatory slur so harshly, one needs to understand why Severus would have lashed out in such a horrid manner. Many readers insist that there is no forgiveness for this behavior, but circumstances pushed him into a no win situation.

First of all, the Marauders attacked Severus unprovoked. (This isn’t say that Severus never attacked first, but in this instance he was the victim) James Potter’s attacks were less harmful in the physical sense, but emotionally they caused embarrassment and lasting mental damage to Severus from the inability to defend himself.  Second, Lily attempted to call James’s off no less than six times (HP OotP, Ch. 28). Fueling Severus’s embarrassment to have a girl defend him yet again when James actually relented. 

“There you go,” he said, as Snape struggled to his feet again, “you’re lucky Evans was here, Snivellus –“

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”

Lily blinked. “Fine,” she said cooly. “I won’t bother in the future. And I’d wash your pants if I were you Snivellus.” (HP OotP Ch. 28)

There was a moment hesitation in Lily’s response that suggests surprise and shock, inferring that Severus had never referred to her directly as a Mudblood. Lily not one to be insulted returned in kind which no doubt destroyed Severus’s heart. His one friend and defender had abandoned him. This was likely the moment when Severus knew he had made the most grievous error of his life.

This error was fueled by years of influence by Slytherins such as Malfoy, Nott, and Mulciber. Severus had grown accustom to the slur’s constant use in casual reference and was expected to use the term without hesitation. By this point in his schooling years he was probably having to hide his interest in having Lily as a friend publicly in order to stay friends with his Housemates. 

The stress and embarrassment of the situation in such a public manner likely did cause Severus’s vocabulary to slip out the insult. He needed to appear as the consummate Slytherin in the eyes of his racially bigoted friends and he had to appear self reliant in terms of the stereotypical male who does not seek protection from women. Most all cultures have this image of a strong male and seem to indicate that needing a female to fight his battles is considered weak. Given the home life of Severus Snape he likely learned this behavior from a strong willed Tobias Snape. 

While no one is free from fault, circumstances, stress, embarrassment, shame and anger do cause people to say and do things they would otherwise not do. This combination of emotions does cause people to act irrationally. Teenagers are the best examples of people making irrational decisions. Everything from trying illegal drugs, drinking and driving, and defying a parent because of a simple misunderstanding are examples from real life. Granting another chance to people who do make horrible decisions while stressed is up to the victim of the attack. In this case, Lily decided that there could be no more chances.

Now with the emotional state of Severus Snape explained, it is time to talk about the courage it took to stand in front of the Gryffindor Common Room demanding to see Lily. He threatened to sleep there which meant he did not care about the rules or how the students of Slytherin would laugh at his decision. At that moment in his life Severus cared about nothing more than apologizing and seeking forgiveness for what he had done. Admitting fault is a difficult thing to do at the best of times, carrying with it the shame and humiliation all its own. Doing so publicly takes great courage. This is the courage of doing what must be done. 

Severus Snape, who is not like by many people, influenced by hatred and bigotry, and faces ridicule for his choices, is able to swallow his pride and do what he knows is right. Argue that this is only because he does not want to loose Lily Evans and that would be correct. At this point in his life he has very little support in the social structure. He needs all the friends he can find. At this point in his life sexual interests have not been revealed. There is no evidence that he sought after Lily for anything other than a friend. 

The courage it took to stand there and listen to Lily reject him while trying to apologize is breathtaking. This is the courage that allows him to stand before great evil and not waver. He has already felt the guilt of being unable to save what is lost. So he tries to salvage what he can. At this turning point in his life he is crying out for help but is unable to express himself. He wants to do right but his only outlet pulls him deeper into Voldemort’s grasp. With his last bridge of friendship with Lily burned, he likely had no more strength to resist the inclusion he felt with his Death Eater friends.

He still had the strength of mind to feel concern for Lily’s safety. Keep in mind that when the prophecy was first heard and reported no one knew who the child was. Severus had made the only choice he felt was left to him by becoming a Death Eater and in his mind getting even with Dumbledore by reporting the prophecy would have been high on his list of priorities. It was not until Voldemort chose his victim did anyone know who was in danger. Severus probably felt extreme guilt at passing the information, but he could not have known that Voldemort would choose the Potters as the most dangerous. 

To his credit, Severus had the courage to ask the Dark Lord to spare Lily’s life. Many people, including Dumbledore, ask why ask for only the woman’s life. The reason is clear. Voldemort had chosen his victim and if Severus Snape had ask for the family to be spared then he would appear to be a traitor and destroyed. He could get away with asking for a woman he had loved since childhood. Voldemort knew of sexual desires and assumed Severus asked for a woman because he desired her. This is where the sexual definition of love started to develop. Severus never claimed it was true only that Voldemort made that assumption. Severus allowed the assumption to stand because it shielded him from suspicion. 

When he begged Dumbledore for Lily’s life, Dumbledore accused him of only caring about her. Given the known history that would be a safe assumption. Of course Lily is Severus’s first thought. She was his first and only best friend. There would be some resentment over James Potter putting her in danger. But notice that it was not Dumbledore who insisted on protecting the family. Dumbledore asked “why did you not ask Voldemort to save the whole family?” which is a ridiculous thing to ask the man trying to kill said family. Severus was the one to volunteer the request to save the family. Yes, he wanted Lily safe and understood that to do so would require saving her family. He would not see James and Harry killed for the sake of one person.

Severus made a dangerous choice in seeking out Dumbledore. He is shown to be afraid during the confrontation, starting out by begging, “Don’t kill me!” Severus knew this meeting could easily end in his death or imprisonment and Lily was more important than either. His courage was fueled by fear at this point, but he still knew what had to be done and was willing to face the consequences.

During the Voldemort’s second rise to power, Severus hung between trust and traitor. He walked in two worlds where people refused to believe he was truly on their side. Constantly having to put up with the comments and insults. He bore this as best as his bitterness allowed him. But when faced with the task of killing Dumbledore, the courage needed to complete it was overwhelming. From Severus’s own memories it is known that he did not want to do as ordered. As shown with Draco Malfoy, killing is not so easy a task when one’s heart is not evil. This again is the courage of what must be done. Not because it is right, or because it is glamorous. But because it is the only option to reach the end goal. 

Traditional heroes would have balked at killing a friend who would otherwise die a horrible death. Readers curse Severus for this action, one among many. If this horrible decision had not been made, then the ability to protect the students at Hogwarts and pass along vital information to Harry at the right time would never have come to be. 

No matter how furious the Order of the Phoenix was at Severus’s actions, they needed him to do the dirty work of spying for them. With the information he brought them, they could then be the heroes everyone expects.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Not Ready - Part Three

Summary: Making your way back to the Marauder with Hunter and Omega

A/N: Hello lovelies,

In case you didn't realize, I should probably mention this is all set in the time of Season 1 but I'm sure you guys realized that. Also had a half day today because half our patients cancelled, love days like that, got a lot of stuff done and still had an evening to relax.

Love oo.

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Angst, irritations, yelling, lack of trust, fluff, running, evading capture, forehead kiss, feelings of guilt, fear, guilt, feelings of cowardice, I think that's it. Let me know if I miss anything.

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Now that you thought about it, those moments of you yelling at him probably weren’t the most productive moments between the two of you. You reached out and grabbed Omega’s hand when she slipped, as the three of you made your way back to the Marauder as quickly as you could, “You okay, M?”

“Yeah, my foot just slipped.” You watched as her whole body twitched, she was nervous. You kneeled down in front of her, while Hunter took a chance to scout out the way ahead. 

“Look at me sweetie,” you tucked her hair behind her ear, something you’d done numerous times. She slowly met your eyes, the two of you had gotten closer ever since you joined. In a way, she was the daughter you always wished you could’ve had. She had your love and devotion, without even a second thought. All you wanted was to protect her, and make sure she was loved and cared for, you cursed your heart. It wasn’t supposed to get attached, that was the agreement you had made when you initially went on the run, it was safer for everyone. You let out a soft sigh, as you offered her a reassuring smile, “It’s going to be okay, love. I promise.”

“I know. It’s just … do you think Crosshair is okay? What if he’s hurt?”

“M, it’ll be okay. If he’s hurt, he’s got people to look out for him. It’s us we should be worried about, we still have a myriad of stormtroopers to avoid.” She nodded, not quite able to forget about Crosshair, you pressed a kiss to her forehead, “It’ll be alright.” You held out your hand to her, “Come on, sweetie.”

Hunter hated how much his eyes kept following you, it didn’t matter that half the time, you argued with each other, or that you frustrated him so much sometimes all he wanted to do was shut you up with his lips pressed against yours. However, watching you with Omega, how motherly and kind you were to her and the others, even if you couldn’t stand him, you certainly were able to get along with everyone else. Sometimes the way you acted, reminded him of a rancor, fiercely loyal and protective of those it loved, but ready to destroy anyone who even dared to hurt you or those you loved. Maybe that’s why things had always been difficult between you two? Because he put you in danger from the word ‘go’. 

He let out a sigh, whatever thoughts or desires were confusingly roaming around his heart, weren’t likely to come to fruition. You both needed to keep your distances, and focus on the one thing that mattered the most to the both of you, Omega. 

“We should keep moving” he called down to you and Omega. You nodded and helped Omega up the slope. 

You watched as Hunter held out his hand for Omega helping her along the way. Despite his faults, of which he had many … okay maybe not that many, maybe a few. Okay, one. He had one fault. He thought he was always right. And sometimes he was … but a lot of times, he wasn’t. However, there was one thing that always pulled at your heartstrings no matter how annoyed you two were at each other, and that was how he looked after Omega.

Everyone was asleep, as you sat in the cockpit. You tried to sleep, but running into the two sisters who were actively fighting the Empire, made you begin to question everything. Here they were putting themselves in jeopardy, to do something to help the galaxy. Meanwhile, all you’d ever done was hurt it, and now you were trying to actively hide from the Empire like a coward. 

You rubbed your forehead letting out a sigh, when you heard shuffling behind you. You turned to see Hunter tucking Omega in, making sure Lula was close to her. After having to run away from Wrecker when his chip activated, you weren’t surprised to see her fall asleep as quickly as she did, the stress and adrenaline from the day definitely wearing her thin. You watched as he brushed Omega’s hair off her forehead, making sure she wasn’t having trouble sleeping. You let out a sigh, why did he have to be so sweet? Why did he have to do things that made your heart flutter?

You turned away, shutting down the feelings that were trying to brew. You closed your eyes, resting your head against the headrest. You weren’t meant for a life filled with love, sweetness, and comfort. It was never in the cards for you, and you weren’t ready for how your heart kept pulling and clenching. It was time to seriously think about leaving, you were getting too comfortable and too attached. 

“You alright?”

Hunter saw how meeting the two sisters threw you, it wasn’t just them though. It was hearing Rex’s account about what happened to his brothers, the chips that were in the clones brains; then the Jedi cruiser on Bracca, or more specifically the lab on the cruiser that made you uncomfortable. Something about being in a lab made you jumpy, made you nervous, he could smell your anxiety the moment you saw the lab. 

“Hmmm?” You turned to look at Hunter, not quite hearing his question.

“Are you okay?” Hunter took a seat in the chair directly behind yours, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees, his bandana covering the patch on the side of his head, as his eyes found yours.

“Why do you care?” You followed his movement leaning forward, resting your own elbows on your knees. You didn’t mean for your words to come out as rude as it sounded. It was a genuine question on your behalf, why would he care about you after all the hassle you gave him. 

“You’re part of this crew, of course I’m gonna care regardless of how much you irritate me,” he smirked, “and you do irritate me.” You were thrown off by the fact he cared … the fact that anyone cared.

Hunter wasn’t blind, he could see something was bothering you, ”Butterfly, I … I don’t know what’s got you so shaken, but you can talk to me.”

“You’re better off not knowing.”

“What if I want to know?” He leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing against your own, almost by accident.

“Hunter, you can’t help me, and when you do one day find out what’s going on, you may not want me around anymore, and I’ll accept that. But not today, I - I don’t want to talk about it.”

He took a deep breath, as he reached his hand forward tucking your hair behind your ear, it always seemed to be unruly, sticking out the side of your head or clinging to your cheek, “You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

“It’s not about being strong…” you leaned away from his hand, not wanting your heart to thump any harder or hope for more than it was. You let out a sigh, “Never mind, I should go rest.” You stood walking away from him burying the warm sensation in your heart deep down. As you walked past him, he reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it softly in his hand, getting you to look at him one more time.

“We’ve all done things we might not be proud of, doesn’t mean you’re alone. We’re here for you.”

You took in a deep breath as you looked at him, giving his hand a squeeze, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

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[starless-gaze]

for trans day of visibility, here are some of my marauders hcs (spoiler alert: all of them are trans)

james

demiboy

he/they pronouns

crop tops give him gender euphoria (plus they make reggie blush so...)

thought they were cis, wore a flower crown once and immediately thought "yup, not a man"

reg helped him pick a label

sirius

genderfluid

any pronouns but mostly they/he

one day they're wearing the fanciest most dramatic gown and the next the chunkiest leather jacket and remus' jumper

full face of makeup at all times

wears colour coded bracelets to let their friends know what pronouns to use when the gender flows

remus

transmasc

he/him pronouns

came out at the age of 5, hope and lyall did everything in their power to make their little rem rem feel comfortable

chose the name remus for the irony

when asked abt his gender his responses are "old libraries" "a full moon" "earl grey"

peter

agender

they/he/she pronouns

thinks neopronouns are so cool but doesn't know how to use them

calls herself a "triple a battery" (get it? cause they're agender, asexual and aromantic)

would absolutely verbally destroy anyone who dares misgender his friends but can't stand up for themself

lily

polygender

she/they pronouns

is completely ok with being called she but absolutely lights up when ppl use they/them to refer to them

started wearing pronoun pins on her uniform after pandora gave them one as a gift and never took it off

no one dares make fun of them bc the first (and last) person who did it got hexed so hard they ended up in the hospital wing and lily got her first detention ever

marlene

genderqueer

they/she pronouns

loves skirts but hates dresses because she can't bind

didn't understand why it was so uncomfortable for them to wear dresses until pete came out

closeted with their family but out to everyone else

mary

demigirl

she/her pronouns for the general public, she/they pronouns for close friends

tries to incorporate her flag on every outfit, either a pin, a bracelet, graphic liner or just wearing the colours

isn't uncomfortable with being called a girl but doesn't really sit right with them either

prefers to be called "lover" rather than "girlfriend"

regulus

trans man

he/him pronouns

taught sirius how to do makeup in exchange of them cutting his hair

tattoed waves over his top surgery scars

has an inhumane amount of knowledge about microlabels and niche identities

pandora

transfem

she/her pronouns

flowy dresses give her the biggest gender euphoria

thought she was a straight guy but didn't feel right about it, when she figured out she was just a trans lesbian it all made sense

really into greek mythology and picked the name pandora because of the myth

dorcas

genderfae

they/them pronouns

has so many pronoun and flag pins in their bag at all times and gives them away to anyone who asks

constantly has to correct teachers on their pronouns

hyperfemme gender expression at all times because "fuck gender norms, my skirt doesn't dictate my gender, you know my pronouns so fucking use them"

barty

bigender

he/she pronouns

saw dorcas doing panda's makeup after she came out, asked them if they would do hers and felt so insanely happy looking in the mirror after they were done

black eyeliner in his bag at all times

her gender could better be described as "skate park"

evan

"no clue but definitely not a cis man"

they/he pronouns

uses "girl" as gender neutral

doesn't want to label their gender, bangs on about it being a social construct and "can't be arsed to define it"

when the gender dysphoria hits, he draws on their arms with a felt tip pen, barty started noticing this pattern and ever since then, evan asks her to draw on them instead