#marauders fandom makes me angry

[mikalilys]

I absolutely HATE when people see their favourite character making a bad decision/messing up/having questionable morals in a fic and go

“that’s not my sweet little -name- they’re perfect and can’t do any wrong and this fic is now horrible because I don’t agree with how you wrote the characters”

like your right that’s not your sweet little -name- it’s theirs!! It’s the person who wrote the bloody fics characterisation and if you don’t like it then don’t read it omg

[remusawoooo]

why do some of you post like it's remus' (a fictional character) fault that sirius is misinterpreted in fandom?? 😭😭 both of them are getting shat on, it's just interesting that some of you don't think that the alpha imposition is as demeaning as a feminine interpretation.

not that people don't make fun of the alpha remus tag, but somehow it's seen as "remus is made better than the pathetic loser that he is" while some even argue that sirius is the real alpha dom with his cigarettes and bikes. can we hit the brakes before swinging too much to the other end of the spectrum. if you still want a f/m dyanmic with sirius and remus roles reversed, how much credibility does your argument really have lmao.

[sleepiexx]

Something He’d Overheard

James Potter x fem!Reader

Note: I’ve been in the marauders fandom for over 7 years now, I think it’s high time I write a fic for it. Part of my efforts to branch out into writing for more fandoms than COD.

Summary: James finds himself head over heels when he sees you defending a first year student.

Warnings: some curse words here and there, bullying mention, overall rlly soft

Word Count: 1151

After countless fictional characters and random strangers on the street with pretty faces catching his burning ire, anyone who knew James Potter knew good and well that he was a lover. He had long believed in love at first sight, merely seeing someone eye-catching often sparked thoughts of budding romance, fantasies of how they would love and what their relationship would look like amongst other things. Soulmates and fate were a big concept to him too, for example his favorite book character, a headstrong witch who was kind and brilliant, well James had a hunch that in another life they were lovers.

He’d fallen in love just about a million times, and yet something about you was different.

You had caught James’ eye one day as he made the trek to the library to collect his good friend Remus for their group’s usual night’s worth of mischief. Your beautiful eyebrows were pinched together in anger, a sneer on your pretty lips, your voice was loud and firm as you scolded one of the usual culprits (a death eater in the making) for bullying a defenseless first year student.

Your hand clutched your wand intently as you damn near hissed the words, “you wanna try picking on someone who can actually fight back?”

They let out a scoff and left the scene, leaving you, the first year, and unbeknownst to you, James.

The switch between standoffishness and caring came like whiplash. Your tensed frame relaxed as you knelt down in front of the first year (those eleven year olds seemed to be growing shorter and shorter every year). Your dominant hand reached out and gently wiped away the younger child’s tears.

“Everything he said is bullshit,�� you began, “he’s angry at the world, looking for someplace to fit in, and unfortunately it’s really easy to fall into the wrong crowd. You haven’t, and he’s jealous of that.”

The kid sniffled, pout still indented firmly on their little lips, “who would be jealous of me?”

You shook your head in disbelief, “plenty of people! You have a gift that a large part of the world’s population doesn’t possess, that’s something to be proud of no matter what other witches and wizards try to tell you. Heck, I’m even jealous of you.”

As you spoke a smile crept its way on the first year’s face, “you are?” They asked.

“Yeah, I am!” You nodded, “you’ve got six and a half more years left at Hogwarts to have fun and run about the castle, I only have another year and a half.”

“This place is pretty cool,” they muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your face lit up and you stood to your feet, offering the small child your hand so you could walk them back to their common room. You’d never seen the awe-stricken onlooker, but the scene was now burned into James’ mind.

It followed him to the library, where he convinced Remus to follow him to their other friends, a long walk that Remus spent listening to James drone on and on about you. It followed him to his dorm that night, and every other night for weeks leaving the marauders to know every single detail about you. And it most especially followed him to each of the classes you had together where James would stare at you and admire your appearance while daydreaming about you.

It was the third time that week that the scene had followed him to the lunch table when Sirius slammed his palms on the table, “I’m putting an end to this nonsense right now. You either talk to her, Prongs, or I will. And trust me, you won’t like how in depth I will go about those daydreams you’ve been having where-“

Sirius couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast James jumped in, “alright, alright! I have potions with her next, I’ll talk to her, I swear.”

The statement leaves the marauders satiated in conversation as they finish up their lunch and head to their classes.

In potions, James nearly decides to abandon ship, facing a new anxiety he’d never experienced before when dealing with a girl. He decides that maybe it would be best to keep to himself, too afraid to stumble on his words and make a fool of himself in front of such a pretty girl. All this is until Professor Slughorn proclaims that today’s assignment requires a partner. If there ever was a time to shoot his shot, it’s now.

He takes deep breaths, adjusting his posture and forcing his every step to radiate confidence before he reaches you, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to be my partner?”

You smile, “I’d love to! Fair warning, though, I’m not the best at potions.”

James bursts out into a giddy grin, “I’m willing to pick up the slack.”

“Unfortunately, I bet I’ll make you eat your words,” nonetheless you collect the ingredients as James collects the supplies.

When everything is together, James reads off the instructions. You follow them with great care, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your new, devilishly handsome potions partner.

You make to slice open one of the ingredients, as the instructions called for, but your knife slips, sending the damned thing hurdling straight towards your face. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for an impact that never comes, reopening them only to be met with the sight of the back of James’ hand.

“Holy shit,” you curse, “did you just catch that?”

James nods, almost surprised at himself.

You shake your head in disbelief, “if you weren’t such a good chaser, I’d suggest you take up seeking.”

Your statement renews James’ confidence, so you’d noticed him too?

“Can I show you how to cut it?” He asks, a smile on his face.

You nod, watching his hands intently, confused when he disappears behind you. You quickly piece together what’s happening when he grabs your hands with his own, handing you the knife and positioning you so that you slice through the ingredient like it’s nothing.

“Great job!” James praises, even though it was him that had done all the work.

You still take the compliment, grinning from ear to ear as he tosses the final ingredient into the potion, creating the rich purple color you were striving for, “we make a really good team, Potter.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, “well what do you say we see if we make as good of a couple?” You feel blood rush to your cheeks, James further clarifies “Hogsmeade this weekend? Just you and me?”

And you nod eagerly, “I would love that.”

If Sirius thought James asking you out would be the solution to him raving on and on about you all hours of the day, he was sorely mistaken and he was about to figure that out as soon as James stepped into the common room.

[thistlecatfics]

Snape Fic Recs for the Sneptical & Snurious

I mostly run in marauders-centric circles where Snape is largely ignored or treated like an incel, and eventually it gets boring. Boring! The worst sin in fandom! He's an interesting guy and there are SO many amazing fics featuring him.

(That said, I do think that Snape, James, and Sirius would all be thrilled that their beef has continued onto the internet in 2025 and that thought delights me even as the discourse grows tedious.)

These are just a few I've enjoyed in the past couple months as someone who doesn't generally read a lot of Snape-centric fics and who has zero tolerance for Lily bashing. (Sorry this basically became a @saintsenara rec list because I've been binging)

i hope this comes back to haunt you by humanveil (29k, M)

Severus Snape, from first curse to first kill. Or: The making of a Death Eater.

The first Snape-centric fic I read in years, and it's such a good starting point for my fellow Snurious Sneptics. Snape's voice shines through -- resentful, angry, hungry, curious, brilliant -- and his relationships with so many other characters (Lily, Narcissa, his parents) are just brilliantly portrayed.

Scylla and Charybdis by Asenora (64k WIP, E, Severus/Voldemort)

Severus Snape is looking for somewhere - anywhere - to belong. He makes the wrong choice.

The political worldbuilding! The politics! The humanity! The snarky, darkly hilarious Snape voice! This is a fic where the first war really feels like a war with complex politics -- while also completely avoiding that boring trope of 'what if the DEs were right actually??' Everyone is a human, politics is about material reality, and Voldemort is awful. Snape's desire to belong is so physically palpable as you read that it's almost painful.

The War of the Roses by Asenora (51k WIP, E, Sirius/Severus)

Sirius Black does not die. But this does not mean that it is easy for him to live. Or: a butterfly flaps its wings and Sirius does not go to the Department of Mysteries. What follows from that twist of fate is a story about the long, destructive shadow of a schoolboy rivalry; a story about surviving, and how surviving is sometimes more difficult than dying; a story about the fragility of beauty, the gentleness of hope, and the value of choice. It is also a love story.

The fic that made me start binging all of Asenora's work. It's Sirius POV so perhaps a good place to start for my fellow Sirius-obsessives, and the way his experience in Azkaban both haunts him and has deep, real physical ramifications is so painful and compelling to read. Plus because he lives he gets to have a more complex relationship with Harry! Snape has very nice hands and Sirius's fantasies about him are definitely not sexual at all nope nope nope.

Two Boys Kissing by Writcraft (7k, M, Sirius/Severus)

Sirius goes to a gay bar and meets the last person he expects. Under cloudy skies, two boys kiss and that one moment comes to define generations of want, need and hope.

Bittersweet and darling.

A Yultide Tradition by kelly_chambliss (300 words, G, Severus & Minerva)

On Christmas night, Severus Snape relies on tradition.

A mournful bite of a triple drabble.

Plus: bonuses all the way from 2006 Livejournal!

Five Fragments of an Obsidian Heart (Severus/Regulus) & the entire 7Spells series

Reading these fics as a teenager genuinely saved me I think. Very dark and includes a lot of Blackcest and sexual violence and written pre-DH as a heads up. I remember being so invested in this particular version of Snape, and then DH came out and promptly lost all interest in him when his backstory wasn't as interesting as the ones I read on LJ. There's a real old school feel which I can't quite put my finger on, but I definitely recommend them if you like dark and if you like fandom history.

[fandoomrants]

If you asked me about The Prank Angst™️...

I'd say I hate it...

But if you asked me on a deeper level...

I'd say I really hate the focus the fandom puts on this single event, mentioned only once in canon, almost in passing, just because it's one of the little crumbs we've gotten about their school years. It irritates me how 80% of the wolfstar at Hogwarts fics revolve around this one event, and the unnecessary angst and drama that's created by it. It's nothing original, and there are just not many angles the situation can be looked at so it gets pretty repetitive. Plus, it sort of contradicts the whole point of shipping the two characters if the whole focus is put on the nasty thing one of them once did.

I'd say that some of the 'hot takes' taken by it are a bit of a far stretch (e.g. Remus not daring to confront Sirius or the other Marauders because they'll stop being his friends or expose his secret further).

All of this being said, yes, I am well aware why it's used so much (this fandom loves angst and suffering), and how it is quite the event for the two, especially in a scenario where they are portrayed as a couple. Yet we've also seen Remus's reaction to the mention of the Prank, and considering all else that's happened since, it sounded like something long forgiven and forgotten.

Just because we have two canon evidences of the things James and Sirius have done suring their school years (the other one being Snape's worst memory), it doesn't mean they haven't done countless of things like that. They weren't making the mostly-harmless pranks the Weasley twins did, they've done pretty nasty stuff. And Remus had been there to witness (probably take a big part) in all of it. He must have known very well what his friends were like but he must have also known it wasn't personal or with the intention to hurt him, or expose him. Is it an excuse? No. But it is probably true. So had he been angry and hurt? Most definitely. Yet he had also forgiven and seen it as it what it was - a mistake. And most importantly, it's something both of them have moved on from, no matter if as friends or something more.

[maxdibert]

I know this might be more aggressive than I usually do, but I'm honestly tired. I can't help but believe that the marauders fandom lives in a completely different reality than mine.

They love to force how good James Potter was, but this same James exposed Severus' intimacy. “He had no intention”, if a person takes the life of another without intention, does that change that a person died? It doesn't change. But they love to say that because there is no intention, there is no guilt, when that's not how it works. Besides all the repetition of how Severus was an incel and James was the one who sincerely loved Lily. The epitome of agape, they say, when in reality, he was just a spoiled little rich boy who can't hear "no" from a girl and get on with his life and instead he... *checks notes* threatened and blackmailed their supposed “love” in addition to chasing his best friend with his gang of idiots and, at the same time, leading the other to hell, even though said boy heard the girl’s “no” and disappeared from her life as she asked.

They act as if Severus being a spy was no big deal and it was his obligation to do something to defeat Voldemort, when it wasn't, he had already done enough by going out of their way to give a warning about the Potters' safety. Aside from the stilted speech that "he did it for the girl", when, amazingly, said girl, at this point, is already dead, he would have gained nothing by doing what he did for the wizarding world. It seems like a competition about who objectifies Lily the most in Severus' life, when Severus: never said anything negative about her, never assumed anything about her sex life or even said that she deserved to die for not choosing him, on the contrary , he blamed himself and wished for his own death. "But, look, he bullied the son of the woman he said he loved, that's definitely obsession," his character flaws in relation to Harry were never about Lily but about old memories of his bully. His problem was always unique and exclusive to James Potter. Every time he insults Harry it's always "you're like your father", but never once did he say anything even remotely negative about Lily or blame her for cutting off her friendship with him. But still, the fandom loves to spew nonsense about how he "wanted to get into the girl's pants and got angry when he couldn't."

I vented, sorry.

That’s why I genuinely think most Snaters are just kids—they see everything in black and white and don’t understand that life doesn’t work that way. Severus didn’t owe anyone anything. The fact that he felt bad about Lily wasn’t an obligation; he could have not cared and it still would’ve been fine. Lily cut ties with him. Lily married his bully. It would’ve been completely justified for him to see her as a piece of trash after she ended up with James. Honestly, I would’ve seen her as trash. If a former friend of mine pulled something like that—ending up with someone who had physically and psychologically tormented me for years, knowing full well what I went through—they’d be lucky if I didn’t burn their house down for being such a piece of work.

But Severus's relationship with Lily carried an enormous emotional weight because she had been his attachment figure for many years. So it makes sense that he ended up feeling so guilty, especially since he was the one who told Voldemort the prophecy. But again, even the prophecy wasn’t something he shared with malicious intent. Severus was doing his job as an agent in a war (even if he was on the "wrong" side), and it just so happened that his work unintentionally affected someone he cared about. Of course, he felt guilty afterward—it’s completely understandable. Anyone in his position, with his life experiences, would.

If I were in his place, though? I would’ve ignored Lily completely. Let her and her bully of a husband die, honestly, LOL.

One thing I find fascinating about Severus is how much things actually matter to him. He cares about repaying his debt to society. He cares about redeeming himself for what happened to Lily. He cares about doing the right thing to atone for his mistakes. And he doesn’t have to care, because all the people he sacrifices himself for are people who treated him like garbage at some point.

He didn’t have to be loyal to Dumbledore, especially after Dumbledore forced him to stay silent when he was almost killed as a teenager, made him keep that secret, and left him out in the cold. He didn’t have to be loyal to Lily either. No matter how their friendship ended, I think it’s indefensible (and I’m sure others would agree) for her to get involved with a spoiled rich kid whose whole reputation was built on tormenting others. He didn’t have to risk his life for the Order when most of its members openly despised him his entire life.

He didn’t have to do any of it. And honestly? It would’ve been justifiable for him not to, given his context and his past. But he did. He did all of it because he wanted to be a better person.

Sure, his personality doesn’t always reflect that, but let’s be real—that’s the personality of someone who never stops suffering. His reactions aren’t strange—they’re the normal reactions of someone with unresolved trauma who’s reached adulthood without the chance to fully develop emotional or social maturity because of that same trauma.

And of course, he didn’t need to beg for James’s life. If I were Severus, I wouldn’t have asked Voldemort to spare James. I’d have asked him to inflict the worst possible torture on James before finishing him off. But then again, I’m Spanish, and we Mediterraneans have hot tempers and always choose violence, LOL.

But seriously, I’m so fed up with the endless whining about why Severus did this or that. It doesn’t matter why. The fact is, he did it. The important thing is that his actions contributed to a cause, and thanks to him, the world was saved. Everything else is irrelevant because, let’s be honest, many of us would’ve walked away from saving a society that judged, mistreated, and condemned us without a second thought.

[r0tt3n-soul]

Hello y'all! Since im quite lonely and would want to date someone or at least get to know them, here's my application to be your boyfriend! In case you see yourself there, you can dm me and we'll get to know each other! (don't be shy i dont bite without consent)

1. How do you know if you're my type?

I also dont care about looks that much but im not physically attracted to chubby people so much, i love y'all but thats just not my preference :) <3

2. How do you know if I'm worth it?

I will be completely honest about the bpd thing and tell you when something is going on, for example when i start to split and get angry for no reason I'll say "im sorry for that, this doesnt have to do with you i dont want to hurt you and i love you, my brain is making me think/say stupid shit". I'm really trying to deal with it somehow and regulate my mood swings but it can be quite hard sometimes.

3. Anything else?

I'm an anarchopunk, but if youre for a different type of society im okay with it, as long as its nothing politically right (like a monarchy or a dictation).

I'm also a trans guy that is not yet medically transitioned meaning I dont have top or bottom surgery and also not gotten testosterone yet. I am working on changing my name though so there's a start!

I like most music genre except for rap and techno (there's good exceptions but mostly its not really my thing). My favourite movie is dead poets society and my favourite show Doctor Who, I love horror and also read thrillers from time to time. I'm also a member of the marauders fandom (subfandom of the harry potter fandom).

[honey-sweet-poet]

Okay nobody send me death threats. It's not that serious! Here are my Marauders Hot Takes:

• Jily and WolfStar are the best ships

• I love Jegulus but it doesn't make sense in canon, but almost nothing else does anyway so who cares

• The marauders would've bullied people in real life because they bullied people in canon- I do think they also would've grown up and apologized for it (except maybe Sirius)

• Snape is a flawed complex character but he bullied children and that will never be okay. He's also literally racist and misogynistic so..

• Harry is a better person than James. He wasn't perfect, but he didn't bully anyone (only had petty rivalries) and was angry when he found out how James treated Snape and that Sirius still thought it was funny. Harry also literally payed for Fred and George to start their business. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL HARRY IS JUST BETTER

• I will never read All The Young Dudes. I'm sorry. I just don't want to read it

• Rosekiller is a fun ship but you cannot make them good people. Barty literally killed his father in cold blood. Headcanons are fine, but it's just better and more likely that they chose their side of the war knowingly and willingly.

• Sirius is an asshole. He has so many good qualities, but he's an asshole. When he's watered down to just sad, or just fun it's never as good. He needs flaws. That goes for all the marauder

All this being said, write what you want. Read what you want. Enjoy what you like. It's just fiction and fandom and I really don't take it as seriously as this sounds

[lonelyroommp3]

There is a video essay called “I have problems with the marauders fandom” that has a section that gets into how the marauders fandom kind of conflates fandom with activism, which leads to these rigid structures where adhering to fanon suddenly becomes a question of morals/politics (not headcanoning certain characters as gay would be seen as homophobic, etc.). I personally try to stay away from that fandom as far as possible, but I found the video super insightful regardless, because it feels like this is kind of what happens in all very fanon-heavy fandoms. Especially the idea of fanon having a simplifying effect and thus erasing the complexity and originality that made the canon compelling to begin with. (bonus for you as a former snirlie: the essayist uses the erasure of the bullying snape faced as an example for this)

i absolutely loved this video (found myself yelling EXACTLYYYYY out loud when she made the final point about the simplifying effect of fanon and how it makes a lot of fan content Boring As Hell) and will definitely be checking out more of her content, you've actually sorted my afternoon plans perfectly

(also stoppp when the video showed That Screenshot i actually got so angry i had to shove my laptop away from me so i NEEED to actually stop discussing snirlie nostalgia on here before this becomes a present day problem for me again)

[hp-confessions]

I want to preface this by saying if you are going to get upset about a discussion of canon material and me picking apart fanon, just don’t read this lol. You’re entitled to enjoy whatever you like. I’m not saying otherwise, I just want to rationally discuss this.

I really dislike the fanon characterization of Sirius and Regulus and how the marauder’s fandom largely portrays their relationship. I see countless of posts about Sirius being a bad brother because he “left Regulus.” All I have to ask is why we’ve come up with that and treated it as canon? Why is the eldest sibling characterized as a person who is selfish for leaving his abusive household? Don’t get me started on people who deny that he was abused lol do you think she treated him kindly, based on the way she spoke to him in her portrait, disowned him, and burned his picture from their family portrait? Sirius is 3 years older than Regulus. Sirius is a child when he leaves, as Regulus is a child when he is left. I am not saying there is not nuance to Regulus being in a house where he is groomed to become a death eater and left with parents who abused Sirius and may or may not have abused him. But we don’t know that much about Regulus. We don’t know how he was treated, what beliefs he truly held, or if he wanted to leave with Sirius. You can spout what you’d like about whatever headcanons you have, but at the end of the day, almost nothing about him is canon besides the fact that he took the dark mark and made a righteous decision at the end of his life, for whatever reason.

So why exactly is Sirius to blame? Regardless of how Regulus was treated, regardless if Regulus hypothetically had a “right to be angry with him,” why is Sirius at all in the wrong for leaving a family who abused him? I understand that this is fictional and that it “isn’t that deep,” but it absolutely makes me ponder how people see situations of real life abuse. Why is there so much pressure and shame on people who leave abuse, even portrayed fictionally? In any case, if you need someone to blame, why not blame their parents? The actual abusers in this situation, you know.

~

[thegreymarveljedi]

Mistress Please!

Sub! Hunter x Soft Dom! Reader

(It’s currently 2:09am where I am and I can’t sleep so here, Have smut.)

Here is a SPICY fic for you all😈!

It’s been a while since I wrote a true spicy smutty fic but I had some inspiration from a previous fic I had in my drafts for a different fandom that I no longer write for. I also wanted to write for Hunter because I love him a lot and he’s just sexy as hell. Sue me (please don’t lol).

This is a pre! Order 66, pre! Echo fanfic. I love him but this story makes a little more sense if it’s set before season 7 of the clone wars.

Warning: SMUTTTTT, soft Dom! Reader, strap on use, anal fingering/sex (m! Receiving), Hunter using a buttplug😳, mentioned/ use of sex toys, slight cum eating, handjob, bandana as bondage, edging, use of mistress, pet names, praise! kink, ONE term of degradation used in explanation, aftercare, Hunter is sexy, man in lingerie, little bit of self doubt Hunter, lots of FLUFFF, let Hunter be taken care of.

(I didn’t realize how much I wrote or much kinky stuff I included but I hope you enjoy reading it😈)

Words: 3.8k

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“You look so pretty baby, so hot and sexy,”you said as Hunter sat in front of you on his knees, thighs spread and cock an angry red.

The two of you were alone on the Marauder, Wrecker, Tech and Crosshair having gone to 79’s on one of the very rare shore leaves that the squad gets. You were going to follow until Hunter gently took you hand and gave you those eyes that told you he needed you.

You could never deny your handsome Sergeant anything which is what led to this scenario.

“Please mistress, please,” He begged as he watched you walk around him, admiring the view.

“Hush, I’m admiring you,” you said and ran a hand down his face then back up and through his hair. Hunter’s bandana gone from is head and being used to hold his hands together in front of him.

“You look beautiful too…” Hunter said quietly and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He was admiring how beautiful and commanding you looked in your Jedi robes. How you felt like a predator circling your prey. You smiled and kissed his temple, continuing to run your hands over his lingerie covered body. He had been so receptive to wearing it, the black and red set accentuating his muscles and how hard and red his cock was.

“Thank you baby boy, but that’s not going to get you anything right now. Right now, I’m admiring how beautiful you are in these garments,” You teased and reached down giving Hunter’s ass a good smack. He moaned and braced himself on all fours before sitting back up on his knees again.

“I’m all yours,” Hunter moaned as he looked up at you with glossy eyes, cock red and dripping for attention. The anticipation had been building for the last hour and Hunter was teetering on the edge of climax.

“You’re damn right about that baby~” you said and held his face, leaning in and giving him a sloppy kiss. Hunter relinquished control and let you control the kiss, just enjoying how your lips and tongue felt against his.

“So hard and dripping for me baby,” You said and kneeled down, grasping his cock in your hand, giving it a squeeze and a few teasing pumps. Hunter moaned, his head falling onto your shoulder and his breath ragged.

“Only for you mistress,” Hunter whimpered and his cock twitched with need, wanting more of your touch to be on him. You shushed him quietly, kissing his neck and giving it teasing little nips. Hunters hips bucked softly, not being able to resist your warmth.

“Mm I’m glad,” You smirked and ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, more precum dripping down with the movement. You smiled and brought your thumb up to your lips, moaning dramatically as you sucked your thumb clean. Hunter watched with doppy eyes and sighed at the sight

“You taste so salty baby. Dripping so much for me,” you taunted teasingly, watching as Hunter took a deep breath and let it out shakily. Even with him on his knees for you, his heightened senses were working overtime.

“I want you so bad Mistress,” Hunter whimpered and bucked his hips up slightly again before you halted his movements with a small smack to his thigh. You gave him a pointed look and he immediately stopped, knowing that he should be staying still.

“Patience baby boy, I want to soak in this view, you in red and black lingerie, you look so hot,” you said sensually and ran a hand over his body again, squeezing him in all the right places.

“I do feel really sexy in it,” Hunter said and gave a small innocent smile, sighing as you continued to touch him and run your hands and fingers all over his body. Hunter started panting again as you touched him, his brain foggy and mind falling.

“As you should my sexy, beautiful boy,” You smirked and laid on your stomach, taking his raging red cock into your mouth, sucking harshly making Hunter moan loudly.

“Fuck!” The curse came out loud and Hunter had to do everything in his power not to fall forward. He held his bound hands up to his chest to give you more room to suck him off, his body trembling at finally feeling some relief. Hunter dropped him head to his chest but that was a huge mistake. When his eye met yours he moaned.

You were looking up at him through your lashes, eyes big and lips swollen as you sucked his cock. Your left hand came up and held his balls, giving them a firm yet gentle squeeze as your other hand made its way into the waist of the panties he wore. You lifted the waist band and pulled before letting it go, smacking his hip and making him yelp.

Hunter’s eyes closed as he tried not to cum in that moment. You could tell by his expression and the way his balls clenched that he was holding back. Your right hand came up to his cock and pumped it, your left squeezing his balls a little harder.

“Cyare,” Hunter whimpered and you lifted off of him with a pop, lifting onto your knees and coming to be level with his face. Hunters eyes were glossy and face flushed, his lips were quivering and body twitching. You smirked and kissed him, biting his lip and moaning into his mouth.

“You’ve been so good for me Hunter. You’ve been such a good boy for me,” you whispered and rested your forehead against his, your hands halting their movements on him for a moment. Hunter closed his eyes and relished in the intimacy of the moment, soaking it all in.

“I-I’ve tried,” he whispered back, knowing that he just needed to be balanced again by the love of his life. You smiled and kissed him softly, removing your hands from his body and making him whimper. You slowly brought your hands up and removed the bandana from his wrists, massaging them gently and allowing him to work them out.

After another minute or so, you stood up and helped Hunter up, holding him tightly as his legs shook. His knees were red from sitting on them and his cock was still weeping for attention, hard and dripping with precum.

“You’re such a good boy. Such a good listener and so good at following instructions,” you said as you shed your rode and hung it up on the rack next to the bunks. Next was your belt, then your top and bottoms, the articles of clothing hitting the floor one after the other.

Hunter stood there mesmerizing watching you undress, his hand itching to reach out and touch you. But he held back, not wanting to disobey you now. The change in pace and power was exhilarating for him, allowing you to take care of him and dominate him.

Once you were left in just your matching undergarments, you looked back at Hunter to see him already looking at you. You smiled and stepped up to him, grabbing his cock again and giving it a few teasing strokes. The contact made Hunter throw his head back with a moan, the pressure feeling really good on his aching cock.

“Please mistress, need you so bad,” he panted out and you smiled at him again.

“I know baby. You deserve a reward for being so good for me,” you said and reached around his body, giving him ass a firm squeeze. Hunter groaned at the contact, his head falling forward into your shoulder once more.

“How would you like it baby?” You asked him, bringing your fingers under his chin and making him look at you. Hunter’s eyes met yours before they looked down to avoid your gaze. You lifted his chin a little more and forced him to meet your eyes again, making his eyes widen.

“Hunter,” you said sternly and he sighed before meeting you eyes again.

“I-I want you to fuck me. Please mistress I need you so bad,” Hunter pleaded wantonly. You smiled and nodded, giving him another sloppy kiss and pumping his cock a little harder.

“Of course baby boy. You’ve been so good,” you said and pushed him back a little until his legs hit his bunk.

“Umm..” Hunter hesitated and placed his hands on your hips and squeezed twice, a sign that you both developed that meant to stop. You stopped immediately and pulled away slightly, pushing his hair from his face and waiting for him to speak up.

“What is it Hunter? Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, holding his face very gently and kissing his cheeks lightly.

“I mean actually fuck me,” he said quietly and hesitantly. It took you a moment to process what he was asking before a huge grin broke out on your face.

“Ohhhh. You mean FUCK you,” you said and grinned as Hunter’s check turned pink before he nodded. “Of course I can do that for you baby. You know how much I love that tight ass,” you continued, reaching around and grabbing his ass again, giving it a good squeeze and smacking it. Hunter grunted and jumped at the contact, leaning into your hand that was still wrapped around his cock.

“Yes please, please mistress I need it,” he whimpered.

You smirked and stepped back and away from him, moving over to your bunk and opening the hidden compartment at the head of the bunk. Inside, there was a strap-on, a bottle of lube and a few other toys for your own personal use. You took out the strap on and slowly put it on, making a show of pulling it over your ass and tightening it. You gave Hunter a show as you did, making his mouth water. Hunter watched with wide eyes and a watering mouth. He had been fucked by you before but it wasn’t something he asked for often. He didn’t know why because it felt so good when you fucked him.

You turned to face Hunter once the strap on was secured on your body, pumping your cock slowly and spreading lube around it. Hunters eyes were glued to it as you stroked it, his own cock weeping even more.

“You ready for me baby boy?” You whispered huskily, voice dripping with lust. All Hunter could do was nod as he stood up and turned around, bending over the edge of his bunk and discarding his panties. You moaned loudly at the sight that awaited you, something you had completely missed as the night had gone on. Protruding from Hunters tight hole was a shining red butt plug, one that you had bought for him a while back but had not seen him use. The fact that he had taken the time to use it tonight made you feel wet through your own panties.

“Fuck, look at you baby boy. All plugged up for me. You look so sexy like this,” you said, moving closer to him and running a hand over his round cheeks. You gave his ass another couple smacks making him moan, his head falling forward a little and his hands bracing on the bed.

“You must really want me to fuck you. So desperate for my cock in you,” you said and leaned over his back, running you hands up and down his sides. You could feel a shudder run through him as he nodded.

“Yes. I need you so bad. I want your cock so fucking bad it hurts, please cyar’ika. Please fuck me like a good boy, remind me that I’m still human,” Hunter whimpered, his words coming out slightly jumbled and slurred as you continued to touch him in all the right places.

His words made your heart break a little, knowing that as the leader of the squad, he had a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Sometimes it was hard to let go of the battles even if they were successful, the stress of keeping his brothers safe made him feel trapped.

“Of course my dear. Of course I’ll fuck that tight ass of yours.”

“Thank you mistress.”

You slowly moved your hand down his body and firmly took hold of the plug, twisting it a little bit. Hunter groaned, his eyes closing tightly at the feeling of the plug finally moving. He had had it in for a good few hours before he pulled you aside after the others had left. Slowly you took the plug out, watching as Hunters ass protested and stretched around it as it came out. Hunter bit down on the back of his hand as you pulled it out, moaning as it fully left his body.

“Fuck,” he let it out, looking at you over his shoulder. You only smiled at him as you through the plug beside him on the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring a good amount over his ass. Hunter moaned again at the cool feeling of the lube on his ass, the sensation soothing is over stimulated ass.

He moaned again as you spread it around his hole, dipping your fingers into him to coat the inside. Hunter groaned at the feeling of your fingers inside him, stretching him out and preparing him for the main event.

“You’re taking my fingers so good baby,” you whispered in him ear. Hunter moaned in response, having a hard time keeping his hips still as you slowly fucked the lube into him with your fingers. You pulled them out after another moment and used what lube was left on your fingers to stroke your cock, Hunter’s eyes following the movement of your hand. You stepped closer to the bed, lining the strap-on up with Hunter’s hole before slowly pushing in. He moaned at the stretch, his head falling back down onto the mattress of his bunk.

His cock was weeping, precum leaking out like a faucet. He had a hard time controlling his hips, wanting so badly to push back against you and have himself filled all the way.

“Patience baby, give me a sec,” you said in a hushed whisper, adjusting the strap on slightly so that it pushed right against your clit in the most delightful way. You moaned at the feeling, knowing now that you were ready to fuck Hunter the way he needed.

“You ready for me?” You asked, reaching around to grab Hunter’s cock, squeezing it before beginning to stroke it lightly. All Hunter could do was moan and nod at the stimulation, his legs shaking with anticipation.

“I need works cyare, use your words,” you said and gave his ass a firm smack. Hunter’s hips jerked at the impact and another moan left his lips.

“Yes yes, yes, please fuck me, fuck me please I need it so bad,” he whined, words slurred and voice raised an octave.

“That’s my good boy,” was all you said and slowly pushed into Hunter. His eyes went wide before they slammed shut and a relieved groan left his lips. His face was pressed even further into the mattress as you continued to push in until you were fully sheathed inside of him. You moaned at the feeling, the dildo of the strap rubbing perfectly against your clit.

You could feel Hunters precum leaking down your hand, the sticky substance making for good lube to use on his cock.

“You’re so hard for me baby. Dripping and tight for me. Ready for me to fuck you huh?” You said and Hunter only nodded, words failing him at the unbelievable feeling of being so full.

“Please mistress,” Hunter whined and that’s all it took for you to break and finally give him what he wanted, you slowly pulled out before pushing back in quickly, setting a rough pace all while checking in and making sure that Hunter was okay.

He was in heaven, being taken care of, fucked and made to cum like a little whore was all he needed right now. He wasn’t the sergeant of clone force 99 right now. He was your good boy and he felt so good. You continued to fuck him, thrusting in and out of his tight ass while pumping and squeezing his cock.

Hunter moaned each time you thrusted in, his hips moving back to meet yours and pushing the strap even harder to your clit. You moaned with him as you fucked him, praising him for being so good and patient, for being so strong and caring. Hunter couldn’t take much more, the teasing and the build up of the last hour, or was it more? He couldn’t even think now.

“Please mistress! Please I need to cum, I want to cum so bad,” Hunters voice was strained his legs and arms shaking with how hard he was refraining from cumming without permission. You could feel him shaking, the effort and strain he was putting on himself in order not to cum was something you felt so proud of him for.

Once more you squeezed his cock, thrusting into him a little faster and faster, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Hunter let out a screaming ‘Yes!’ As he felt it, his mind going blank and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. All he heard next was a strong yet gentle voice in his ear telling him too…

“Cum.”

Hunter moaned loudly as he finally let himself go, cumming so hard he forced you out of him. His cum came pouring out, stream after stream of it landing in the bed, the durasteel floor of the ship and all over your hand. You moaned at the feeling, your own orgasm following as you watched Hunter let go, his asshole clenching and unclenching with every squirt of his orgasm.

Eventually he came down, the seemingly endless streams of cum stopping and before he knew it, he was laid on your bunk, cleaned up and wrapped him a warm, soft blanket with a loose black shirt and a fresh pair of boxers. His mind still had yet to fully comprehend what had happened. He turned over slowly, watching as you cleaned the floor while simultaneously striping his bunk and throwing the sheets in the corner to be washed later. That’s when he noticed some pain killers and a glass of water sitting in the open cubby of your bunk along with an extra ration bar. Hunter blinked a couple times, a soft groan leaving his lips as he finally came back down to earth.

Hunter’s groan alerted you to him being awake and you smiled at him as you finished cleaning up. Hunter smiled back a little and tried to sit up, wincing a little at the slight pain in his butt. You quickly came over to help him sit up, putting a few pillows under his back to support him. You held out the water and the pain killers for him, encouraging him to hydrate. He smiled and leaned his head onto your shoulder, no words needed to be exchanged between you two.

Aftercare was always a big part of your bedroom life on both sides, both of you needing a little extra support after such activities. Hunter took small sips of the water and downed the pain killers, his throat feeling relieved as the water went down. You held one of the ration bars up to his mouth, encouraging him to take a bite little by little. He did so without hesitation, trying hard not to scarf it down in one go.

You smiled as he ate, running your fingers through his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him. Once he was finished with his water, rations and settled back into your bunk, he made grabby hands to you as you stood up.

“Give me a second my love, I just have to finish cleaning up,” you said quietly and kissed his forehead, going back to cleaning and using the force to your advantage. Hunter nodded and watched as you finished, making sure to leave no trace of your explicit activity. Once you were finished you made your way back over to your bunk, lying down next to Hunter as he moved the blanket away for you to get beneath it.

“How’re you feeling darling,” you asked quietly, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position and holding onto Hunter, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.

“So good,” he mumbled softly into your neck, giving a small kiss to your collarbone and nuzzling his face further in. You giggled at him and ran a hand up and down his back, giving it a scratch making him groan in pleasure.

“That feels good,” he slurred out quietly.

“I’m glad my dear,” you replied before holding him closer, giving him kisses and soothing touches.

It was quiet for another few minutes before Hunter slowly pulled away from your neck and looked at you properly, his eyes scanning over your smiling face. Your smile was contagious and he smiled back at you, reaching a tender hand up and cupping your cheek. You nuzzled into his hand, taking in the warmth of it and the soft feeling of his skin.

“Thank you. For everything today.”

“Always my dear. I’m always here to help you in anyway you need.”

“I appreciate that a lot more than I let on. You help bring me back down to earth. You make me feel more human than just a soldier.”

You looked at Hunter with adoration, reaching up to mimic his hand on your cheek, running your thumb lightly over the tattoo on his left cheek. Hunter nuzzles into your hand, turning and kissing the palm lightly.

“I love you so much,” Hunter whispered and leaned forward, giving you a sweet kiss. You smiled into it and reciprocated the kiss, thumbing at his cheek a little more before pulling away.

“I love you too Hunter. So much.”

“How long was I out?” He asked, his voice nothing but a whisper.

“Only for about ten minutes. You came a lot,” you giggled and Hunter sighed, snuggling back into your neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter said and you pulled back a little confused.

“What are you sorry for?”

“For not helping to clean up…”

“Oh stop you silly man. You have nothing to apologize for at all. Tonight was for you and I wanted to take care of you.”

Hunter found your eyes again and saw only love and truth in them, his eyes closing as you gave him a kiss to the forehead.

“I love you Hunter. I always will.”

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Thank you for reading! Comment if you’d like to see more spice fics!

[sweet-s0rr0w]

day 7 of @hprecfest - the best of your OTP

What We Pretend We Can't See, by gyzym - M, 131k, 2017

Summary: Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Excerpt:

“It’s only,” Ron says, and takes a long swig of his wine, clearly to brace himself. “You — well. You know how you can get, Harry. About Malfoy.”

“What?” Harry says, staring at both of them. “Sorry, what ? No, I don’t know how I can get about Malfoy, what are you even talking about?”

“Oh, Harry,” says Hermione, sounding very pitying.

“Mate,” Ron says, in the same tone. “C’mon. This is a safe space.”

“Also, we were there,” adds Hermione, with a heavy sigh. “Remember in sixth year? When you were so obsessed with him that we weren’t allowed to talk about anything else?”

“He was doing evil,” Harry protests, outraged. “And I was doing my best to thwart evil! That’s not obsessive, that’s — that’s — civic-minded!”

“Civic-minded, was it, to sit up all night watching his name move around the Slytherin common room on the Marauder’s Map?” Ron does not sound convinced. Also, he sounds like maybe he thinks Harry has suffered some sort of traumatic brain injury in the last ten minutes; it’s not a combination Harry enjoys. “I swear, one night we were down in the common room and I said, ‘You coming to bed, Harry?’ and you said — ”

“Oh god, I remember this,” Hermione interrupts, and groans. “You said ‘I won’t rest until Malfoy does!’ Then you threw a paperweight at the wall, and it exploded.”

“I loved that paperweight,” Ron says mournfully. “It died too young.”

&

Modern Love, by @tackytigerfic - E, 61k, 2020

Summary: Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

Excerpt:

"This is exactly what I'm talking about, Potter. You think I'm happy without magic. I'm happy despite not having magic, you twat. Sometimes it itches under my skin until I think I'm going to go mad. And you show up like this—" he gestures wildly at Harry's Wizengamot robes "—and you Apparated here, didn't you? I could smell it off you when I opened the door, Potter." He sways closer to Harry, and he looks angry again all of a sudden. "You reek of magic, Potter, and you don't even know it. And it's so hard sometimes, being around that. It's just as well you didn't take me up on the offer of a fuck, I suppose. I’d probably have been able to feel your magic when you were inside me. Pretty hard to go back from that."

Harry, having never been in love properly, wonders if this is what it’s always like—feeling simultaneously pissed off and turned on and, through it all, endlessly fond—but suspects it might be just down to it being him, and Draco, and how they are together.

There are loads of fics I could have picked for this prompt. I considered Heal Thyself by astolat, and of That Old Black Magic, by bixgirl, for example, which are both all-time favourites of mine. I've been trying to rec less popular fics, because to me that's part of the fun and the challenge of recfest, and because I think we're so blessed to be in a fandom with such a wealth of talent going back twenty-odd years. But these fics were the very first two to pop into my mind when I heard the prompt, and I kept on coming back to them both, and it feels only right to rec them - and to rec them together - because I do see them both as the very best of Drarry. Both authors' words feel so truly full of love for the characters, and the world, and the ship, and both authors write Draco and Harry so convincingly and unequivocally as two parts of a whole. WWPWCS, of course, so witty and clever, has the amazing scene above so early on, where Harry's just appalled to learn that anyone might have thought he was at any stage obsessed with Draco Malfoy - and then he proceeds to demonstrate how completely and utterly obsessed he is with Draco Malfoy throughout the entirety of the fic. And then there's ML, such a brilliant, complex, emotional piece, with its Harry who begins to find unexpected joy in the little things as he spends more and more time around this fascinating, self-sufficient Draco. Of course, both fics then have their own excellent OH FUCK moment, the moment the dam bursts and Harry realises what we've known for ages - that he's so completely in love with Draco that there's no way back, and what the hell's he going to do about it now?

Neither fic's a quick read, but both are spectacularly written, with such delicious denouements that they are SO COMPLETELY WORTH IT, and if you're getting to read either of them for the first time - god, I envy you!

If you read them, and if especially you love them, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

[lilium-major]

lately i’ve been seeing a lot of criticism of fanon remus’s characterization, specifically in all the young dudes and after it blew up. like, specifically, that he was too mean and angry and masculine, or that he got a lot of sirius’s canon traits (smart, likeable, mean, etc.). when people read atyd, did they not think remus was pathetic? because i always thought he was a little loser-y. pulling up to the train with his new docs that he bought with his drug money, but the matron shaved his head? yeah he’s fourteen he probably looks kinda stupid unfortunately. “he’d never sell/do drugs” it’s the 70s. also if you think a fourteen/fifteen year old selling drugs to buy his friends christmas presents is “bad ass” or makes him tough, who are you. that’s sad. it’s so sad, there were no adults in his life that loved him and prevented him from getting caught up in that. atyd remus always felt like he had nothing going for him. he thought sirius was into him and not james just because remus “let him” and didn’t even consider the possibility that sirius could like him back. that’s! sad! remus had some wins post summer 1977, but after a whole 300k or so words of being an outcast thinking he was unworthy of friendship or love.

and you don’t have to like atyd. i love it, it got me into the fandom, so it will always have a special place in my heart. but if it’s not for you that’s okay! so many people treat it like it’s this canon bible but it’s not. everyone is into different stuff. i just think people missed the point with remus a little bit… his characterization in atyd to me is really beautiful because i think it’s fleshed out and realistic given what canonically happened to the marauders. but you can disagree, and you don’t have to like it.

[mymoonss]

⟡ ݁₊ . jegulus exes to lovers fame au - marauders setlist breakdown :)

you’re gonna go far - noah kahan

JEGULUS JEGULUS JEGULUS, “we ain’t angry at you, love; you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.” those 2 verses sum up this whole fic. ALSO any noah kahan song just gives me james vibes :)

i can do it with a broken heart - taylor swift

“i’m so depressed, i act likes it’s my birthday everyday” GIVE JAMES A PERSONALITY THAT ISNT JUST HAPPY/SUNSHINE BOY. “im so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague” regulus “introvert” black “‘cause im so miserable and nobody even knows” james who puts his feelings aside to focus on his friends 🥲

casual - chappell roan

i don’t think this one needs an explanation… every ship in the marauders fandom fits under this song. no one can fight me on this

the greatest - billie eilish

james… my shaylaaaaa “all my love and patience” 🫠🫠

so long, london - taylor swift

“i didn’t opt in to be your odd man out” regulus not telling james why they broke up :’)

alley rose - conan grey

would i be mean if i said “i swore lips were made for lies” ?? tbh yes BUT fr tho my reggie stayyyy lying to james (doesn’t rlly make since until later chapters ;))

best- gracie abrams

there rlly isn’t one lyric that sticks out.. this whole song is toxic jegulus coded tho

loml - taylor swift

“you said im the love of your life” regulus fs said this to james at some point in their relationship in ANY universe. random take: anytime i hear this song i think of james being one of those: if we break up it isn’t going to be because i broke up with you boys, but he actually means it.

l’amour de ma vie [over now extended edit] - billie eilish

sirius being petty about remus’ (cheating) exes… SIRIUS BLACK IS THE MOST PETTY MF TO EXIST

bonus track:

tv - billie eilish

JAMES AFTER REGGIE BROKE UP WITH HIM CAUSE WE ALL KNOW HES DRAMATIC AS FUCK

[birdiebirdjay]

controversial opinions on characters? (specifically harry potter)

hi anon! thanks for the ask :)

hmmmm i have quite a few

i don't like luna lovegood. i think she's very irritating as a person and i would absolutely go batshit if i had to interact with her in real life. she is the wizard equivalent of a flat earther and an anti vaxxer, not a spiritual guide. hermione wasn't narrow minded for doubting her and xeno, they were the narrow minded ones for never questioning their beliefs despite the MOUNTAINS of evidence against them. rahhh she makes me so angry. (i hate that i have to specify, but this isn't misogynistic, i would feel the same if she was a guy.)

lucius malfoy is a relatively harmless guy, he's just slippery. he gives me such peacock vibes. he just wants to show off and look rich and not be questioned. (also he def dotes on narcissa and draco which is adorable to explore in fics <3 i think he would be an amazing father to a little girl and would have loved a daughter which i like exploring in my fics, but that's just a headcanon)

draco is the same way, i feel. iirc he's usually too scared to start shit unless crabbe and goyle are there, he just makes me laugh tbh. of course he does do and say some shitty things but i am just. unable to take him seriously. this may be because i haven't thought about his character in a while, but as of right now, i don't really see him as evil OR a sympathetic little boy. he's just. a little dude. (he is more dangerous than his father though, i'll give him that.) i mean if marauders stans are allowed to glorify james potter and put him on a pedestal, i'm allowed to have this.

percy weasley! i love percy so much, i think this is an uncommon opinion but i don't really know. i think he's amazing, i've already talked about him a lot on my blog so ye :)

i think the weasley family is dysfunctional asf. i don't think i personally can explain it, but this post by @/arkadijxpancakes does a great job of comprehensively analyzing their history and dynamics as well as showing why each weasley is the way they are. super good read!

albus dumbledore: i don't know why this is controversial but i actually think he was a good character, all things considered. yes, he did some bad things, but they were to help save the wizarding world in the end. he set it all up.

severus snape: i think he's awesome, deserved WAY better, and was a traumatized character who is severely overhated. please don't try to fight me on this, you'll just give me a headache.

lily evans: this is a very new opinion of mine but... i don't think she was a great person. i used to wonder 'how could james potter, a shitty little twit twat, end up with such a wonderful and kind and amazing person?' but i've come to realize, she's really not those things. she was kind of a bad friend from what we know. i still think she's very interesting, but not necessarily a good person.

harry potter!! i want to include him because i think that quite frankly he is an awesome little dude but is super underrated and borderline disliked by a big part of the fandom. though i personally feel like he could have been written better in some ways, i still love him tons and i think he deserves more appreciation <33 (also i adore the idea of an oddly specific au where percy and oliver team up to take care of lil tiny first year harry)

neville longbottom: this may be the most controversial one yet but i just don't feel the hype. i feel like he was largely unimportant in the first six books besides as a side character (but it's been a while since i read most of them, so correct me if i'm wrong) and yeah he was cool in the seventh, but like... i still don't feel it. he was pretty boring imo. i think i logically understand why he's loved, but i don't personally relate :/

(canon) james potter: hate him. -100000000/10. he can go die. (OH WAIT HE ALREADY DID!) i'm sorry, i just cannot like him. fanon james is awesome and super cute and lovable, but fanon james is a whole different person than canon james. if we compare young severus to harry, james is dudley dursley in literally every way. rich, privileged, gets away with everything, and loves picking on powerless and vulnerable people for fun. the only difference is that james potter tended to do it with a partner/group, and dudley could do it on his own. oh, and dudley apologized, i guess. it was pretty half assed but we did see him trying to be better with the teacup and stuff. they both suck, obviously, but at least dudley had a slight turning point. maybe i just don't like james because we never saw him be apologetic or regret anything in canon? idk.

cho chang: i honestly really liked her! i thought she and harry could have been super cute ever since i read the third book. now obviously valentines day of 1996 was a disaster, but i still think that if she and harry had met up again after the war and after they had figured themselves out, they could have sort of talked and apologized and moved on and possibly rekindled. idk, this isn't really as ~controversial~ as some of the others because i feel like cho chang is just more forgotten than unpopular or controversial, but i don't see a lot of charry content out there so i'm putting this here :]

one last thing i almost forgot, VIKTOR KRUM IS A FUCKING CREEP!! i used to be more hesitant about voicing this opinion because he's so loved in the fandom, but GOD DAMN he's a creep. as a famous, rich, popular adult, he asks out a 15 year old and is super nice to her and appreciates her intellect and is generally very sweet to her, but that just. that literally just sounds like grooming to me?? wtf?? i mean if i was asked out at 15 by an 18 year old, i would be VERY creeped out. also he comments on how attractive ginny (15 at the time) is at bill's wedding when HE IS IN HIS 20s. he then makes a comment along the lines of 'what's the point of being famous if all the good looking girls are taken?' HEY HERE'S AN IDEA, FIND A WOMAN INSTEAD OF A GIRL??

there's gotta be more controversial opinions i have but no one else comes to mind right now; feel free to request opinions on specific characters! i have a lot of those :]

[de4thbycre4tion]

I feel like the only character we see being depicted as having an ed in the Marauders fandom is Regulus (and sometimes Sirius) because of the way they were raised, but the girls are never struggling with it. Which is completely irrealistic, since girls are very very often the victims of eds (not saying that men are never affected by them, but it's less often).

I have an eating disorder myself, I've had both binge eating disorder and anorexia (currently recovering from the latter) and it just makes so much sense to me for girls to have/have had an ed.

Writing eating disorders can be very complicated, especially if you've never had one, but even if you have, capturing the complete obsession that food becomes through words can be very hard, but I'm still disappointed that I've never read a single fic in which it's even mentionned. I get that it's a sensitive subject, but like... Not even a single hint at it is very disappointing to me

Here's some of my fav hcs:

I've always pictured Lily as having binge eating disorder, I can see so much of me in her, (craving academic validation, overworking herself, feeling like a burden, sibling issues, etc) and to me she binges as a form of comfort, whenever she feels sad or angry or just a little down she binges on anything she can find. She binges until she feels sick and sometimes throw up because her stomach just can't take it. She always feels guilty and always tells herself she'll stop but always comes back to it all throughout her (sadly short) life.

For Mary, I feel like her family has always taught her to love her body and that size doesn't matter but she still fell in the trap of anorexia in her teenage years (another thing I can relate to lol) and she feels so bad for telling people to just accept themselves and eat as much as they need when she herself starves herself and hates her body. She cries over not having a thigh gap and oversexualise herself to get compliments because let's be honest, when you have anorexia you live off of other's perception of you. She feels validated and happy when people tell her she looks worrying.

Marlene, to me, does have a weird relatonship with her body, but she never had an ed. She plays quidditch regularly and has a pretty fast metabolism, so she's naturally skinny compared to Lily or Mary, so weight isn't a problem to her. Her biggest problem is that she has the biggest case of body disphmorphia. If she closes her eyes she couldn't picture herself in her mind even if she tried. She's always wearing oversized clothes and avoiding mirrors because looking at her own body is confusing, if not even scary to her. She doesn't have a clue what she looks like and she hates when people comment on her looks, positively or negatively.

This is getting long so I'll stop here but part 2 about the Black sister is here!