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How about Fleamont X Reader X Euphemia, I don't know what you do, just domething for my two cuties and I need Jamie boy as my baby! I imagine that since Fleamont was phenomenal in potions and effie was great at charms, he and Euphemia worked a lot to include your DNA in Jamie as well, and he's just the cutest little thing!!!
:: Through the years...
Now calling....Author: "Hello? Yes!! Okay, so, this is a amazing request, thank you for requesting!! I hope this is good, I basically rambled through this!"
Now calling....Synopsis: "Through the years from Hogwarts to having James, Euphemia and Fleamont had their sweetheart beside them, You. They can personally never get enough of it and while cleaning the attic, Fleamont found a old journal he kept and they refresh their memories while you're away to visit family."
Now calling....Warnings: "Personal headcanons (Effie was a Slytherin), due to their intelligence, Jamie also has your DNA in him. Drinking? Idk, I'll see|| They might be OOC because I honestly have no idea what their personality is like..Self made lore, cause who is going to stop me?? And many self-made characters. Minerva is a boss bitch."
Euphemia sighed and wiped her wet hands on on her dark grey apron, staring at the upside-down wet dishes in the metal-grate tub she left to dry after washing them.
She looked around for Fleamont, not seeing him anywhere as she let out a tired sigh. She would look for you next, but you were gone back to your family to visit them, leaving the three of the Potters alone.
She warmed up James's milk bottle and walked up the stairs to her bedroom, opening it to her room. Walking closer to James's bassinet, which was bouncing on it's own due to magic. Baby James was apparently founding it extremely amusing since he kept trying to stand up and then would fall due to the bouncing and laugh and babble out as Euphemia smiled, picking him up in her arms.
James softly whined wanting to go back in his bed, as she sighed and placed him back. She softly handed him the bottle and let him lay down, before she went around the house looking for Fleamont, he was home, she knew it, just where in this goddamn mansion was he?
As she walked around the whole house, before going back to her room and sitting on the bed, watching James quietly. Before Fleamont came through the door with a bright smile,
"Look what I found!!" he said throwing a heavy journal on her lap as Fleamont took James in his hands and threw him in the air gently, before setting him in the bassinet again as he sat on the bed,
"I was cleaning the attic and found it. I bet you miss sweetheart and I miss them too.." he said snuggling close to Euphemia who sighed and opened the journal to the first page of you, very young btw, sitting on your house's old breakfast chair, pouting while holding your then pet cat, Mittens.
The magical photos moved to show Mittens running away and you crossing your arms and looking away from the breakfast made for you, your cheeks honestly matched James's chubby ones and so did your temperament over food you both didn't like and Euphemia giggled at it softly.
The next was you looking out from the Hogwart's express window, waving to them, Euphemia's head popping out with her large braid, a tiny bindi on her forehead as she smiled cutely. You, her and somewhere in the back Fleamont's fluffy head came out, pulling away from a kiss by his mum as you three vigorously waved to the camera, the train moving away. Euphemia smiled, how sweet it was to meet you all on the first day on the Hogwarts express.
The next was you taking one on your face and placing it somewhere and it looked as if the camera was placed somewhere high, Euphemia fighting with Fleamont over something.
A box of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans in her hands, her Slytherin tie and Fleamont's red one being limelight as it showed they were a bit skittish since they were from rival houses.
The picture moved to show Euphemia seeming shoving a ugly brown-grey bean in Fleamont's mouth which made him gag from disgust. It must have been the puke one as you turned to stare at them, Euphemia remembered that, arguing over who got higher marks...
The next one was maybe in second year? But it was moving to show Fleamont and Minerva jumping in the black lake, his fluffy hair turning straight and sticking to his face and covering half his head as Euphemia laughed, picking up her skirt to walk into the shallow side of the lake as she took your hand to help you in as well.
Another one was Minerva holding the quidditch trophy and laughing as Euphemia smiled and patted her back with a bright smile as Fleamont kept pouting in the back and it showed to Minerva throwing her shoe in his face after he said something to her much to Euphemia and your shock.
Next one was in your house, everyone around the fire. You with your friend group; Euphemia, you, Fleamont Potter, Minerva McGonagalll, Alphard Black, Aurelia Hillard, Pamona Sprouts, Celphius Warrington, Damien Rosier, Poppy Pomfrey all sitting around. A group mixed with students from different houses, and one thing was for sure, you were a crazy bunch.
All sitting around, Euphemia could see Aurelia, Alphard and Damien severely bruised in the picture, most likely since they had just escaped from their parents and it did not end well cause Walburga found out, but you all were safe. Aurelia and Alphard had just inherited the stuff they had gotten in their will, while Damien was torn apart after the crucio he'd received from his father. Thank god, everyone was safe though...
Another was Aurelia, Alphard, Damien, Euphemia, Minerva, Celphius, Poppy and Fleamont cuddled into a large cuddle pile, one with you and Fleamont painting Euphemia, another of you and Euphemia kissing with Fleamont's hands travelling under your shirt
Another was at a Indian marriage, with Euphemia dressed up in a gorgeous lehenga and Fleamont in a salwar, with you in between looking as pretty as always. One was Fleamont experimenting with some potion to include all three of your DNA to form one kid, which ended up working and next photo was of Euphemia's pregnant belly as Fleamont and you slept against it.
Another was of you softly nibbling a very chunky baby James' cheek, how cute was he, such a cute smile and he was so chubby, my goodness...
So many memories this one journal held, as Fleamont held James against his chest, calming him to burp and sleep as Fleamont got into bed with Euphemia, opening one side of James' crib and lowering it's height so the crib was at same height as their bed and put the bassinet right against the bed, so James could sleep in his own bed, but both him and Euphemia could have contact with it.
Now they needed one more, maybe with a sibling for James, James did seemingly miss you..God, how much Euphemia loved you and Fleamont even through the years..
© rxsilabeth--er. This writing work belongs to me, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine, kiara. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!
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Can I request something with remus for kinktober? Maybe you're a slytherin and you don't like each other. The kink being hatefucking
if someone asked you who's the worst person in all of hogwarts you'd be able to answer automatically, remus lupin, the bane of your existence. that gryffindor prefect who you always get paired up with on night duties as you're a prefect too.
"just piss of lupin," you hiss at him for the millionth time. even his breathing annoys you.
"oh don't get your knickers in a twist princess," he replies fed up with you.
"don't call me that." you hate when he calls you that, all because you're a slytherin pureblood.
next thing you know he's grabbing your tie pulling you towards him and kissing you, "shut the fuck up, god you're so fucking annoying." he mumbles angrily against your lips.
you want to stop and want to hate his lips against you, you hate him but you can't say the same about the way his lips are pressed against. you kiss him back with just the same passion as he's kissing you, his lips are slightly chapped and you can smell his sandalwood shampoo, making you heady. you bite his lip, making him groan and push you against the wall.
he tilts your head with his fingertips under your chin to look at him as you see pupils filled with lust. "i'm going to fuck you. hard. and you're going to take it," he says harshly and with his hands still on your chin he moves your head up and down.
"there's no way in salazar that is ever going to happen." you reply defiantly, not wanting to give in to him, not wanting him to get his own way.
remus chuckled darkly and looked down at you with dark eyes, almost like you were prey. "no? are you sure about that." you don't answer, you really do hate him. you pull his hair and pull him down as stand on your tippy toes meeting him half way and smashing your lips together again, giving him the answer he needs. he smirks, grabs hold of your hand and pulls you into an empty classroom.
one second you've walked into the room, the next he's lifting you onto a desk, surprising you with his strength. he doesn't talk and keeps silent as he shoves down his trousers just enough to be able to pull his dick out. you look at him in a daze, thinking that you've never been with someone as big as remus before and you're finding it hard not to stare. when remus notices it makes him cocky but his irritation for you and need to dominate you overshadows it.
"what are you waiting for?" he spits out venomously. you rush to take of your underwear, just wanting him in you. as he looks down at you, he grabs your throat, not choking you just putting his hand around your neck. "i'm doing to fuck you so hard you won't even be able to talk."
"that's a lot of talk lupin." you snap back at him.
he grins darkly and it makes you shiver, "oh princess, it's not talk." he thrusts into you, pushing into you without stopping before pulling out and setting a brutal pace, hard and fast. you wince at the sudden pain and remus groans at how good you feel wrapped around his cock. the pain quickly subsides to pleasure and you start moaning loudly.
"tsk princess, don't be so loud. do you want the whole castle to hear you?" he says condescendingly. you moan louder. "fuck, you're such a slut." he forces two fingers down your throat he's about to tell you to suck them before you do it yourself, moaning and sucking around his fingers causing him to get closer to his finish. you grab hold of his arm, trying to stabilise yourself, remus is thrusting into you so hard the table is shaking and you're nearly falling off.
you're crying constantly, the pleasure overwhelming. "lupin. pl- plea- pl," you're trying to get the words out but you can't through his fingers down your throat.
"pl.. plea.. pl, what? what slut?" he mocks you. the next thing either of you know is that you're pushing your body against his, arching your back and cumming hard. remus groans and leans down in the crook of your neck before your own orgasm triggers his. he pulls out and flops down on the table next to you, placing his arm on his forehead, "i hate you," he says breathing deeply.
"likewise," you say controlling your breathing and wiping the tears from your face.
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“SILENCE SPEAKS THE LOUDEST”
[not proof read - just forewarning you LOL goodluck,, there's likely many mispellings and inconsistencies in structure and past/present tense]
“silence speaks the loudest.”
a phrase that the boy had never fully understood. how could the lack of noise ever make comment? ever express itself? [he was never one to enjoy symbolism – preferring the objectiveness of facts. unfortunately, symbolism was something he needed to know for his final assessments. when one does not understand, they can do nothing but learn. alas, he had to try.]
sitting together in the common room one late night, air weighed down by the pressure of the upcoming O.W.L.s - silent, still; thinking. him, gaze fixed straight ahead, enraptured by the glowing fire in front of him, parchment and quill long abandoned and spilling in waves onto the cold floor below. [his hand aches, as does his head. unintelligible words bounce around, vaguely connecting to others before disappearing. he can’t remember anything he’s read in the past 2 hours.] you, tucked away in a corner, scribbled work illuminated only by a curtain of reflected moonlight creeping through the alcove windows and the lone candle melting above. drip, drip. the flame almost tickles the end of the wick – forewarning of the late hour. but neither of you make any sudden movement that suggests the intention of leaving anytime soon.
the room had once been full, bustling with frazzled teenagers and their shared confusion. shouts of questions juxtaposing aggressive hushes for silence. his friends had once been there too, now long retired to the comforting confines of their bedsheets. he cannot help but be jealous. [but a small part of him is guiltily glad to be away from them. don’t get him wrong, he loves his friends and fellow housemates, but sometimes he just needs space.]
seconds pass. minutes pass. wax drips to the floor one final time, announcing light’s departure. his eyelids struggle to remain open - fighting a losing battle - but his hands are still. his gaze is finally torn from the hypnotic fire, lethargically flicking around in a half-hearted attempt at waking himself of the enticing trance that orange light brings. they eventually reach you. you, now staring back at him.
the two of you had never been particularly close. it was no personal slight against one another, of course. you were friends of friends - skirting the edges of one another’s social groups, but never each other. there was simply no need to. no magical spark, no unexplainable invisible might bringing you together, no forced proximity in classes – he didn’t think he’d ever even accidently locked eyes with you before this.
silence. a heavy sigh escaped a pair of lips [he couldn’t tell if it had been yours or his, mind too fuzzy from hours of memorising equations, wand movements, and literary techniques.]
no words passed through that night air, but the message was still clear.
you looked away. so did he. movement ensued once more; quills flicking lethargically, eyes hesitantly blinking, the crackle of the fire filling the air.
silence, silence.
time had continued to run its course.
the night (or morning, as the faint light of dawn had replaced the moonlight) had ended with you suddenly rising from your chair, startling the boy from the half-asleep daze he hadn’t even realised he had slipped in to. upon realising that you were leaving, he too clumsily collected his things and stood. by the time he was done (which, admittedly, took an embarrassingly long amount of time. but who could blame him? he was attempting to function off less than an hour’s worth of half-conscious sleep) you were long gone. the sound of the common room door thumping gently behind you, paired with your fading tip-toed footsteps were all that reached him.
in the hours, days, months after that moment of eye contact, that moment of mutual understanding, nothing eventful followed. there were no sudden deep discussions, there were no shared inside jokes – but there was that passing moment. there was that presence. there was that tranquillity. there was that shared struggle of staying awake. there was the recognition of unspoken words; “i’m glad was not alone. i’m glad it was you. no expectations, no forced discussion, no preconceived notions. just two people, sitting, experiencing; living. normal, together. thank you.”
no words ever of acknowledgment of that moment ever cross either of your lips – no one admits the comfort of that silent scene. [but there are now locked gazes. there are now small smiles shared. there is now proximity. the social circles you two skirted are now closer, closing in on one another.]
but you both know. you know, he knows.
he thinks he understands now.
#okay i actually had no intended character in mind when i wrote this#*pretend i put that one awkward standing guy emoji here*#i was sort of thinking harry?? or remus?? maybe?? just bc i mention social expectations and preconceived notions#but that can pretty much apply to anyone so wtv ig LMAO#go wild#this is so vague and terrible im sorry in advance#i was just rambling#does this count as romantic?? or platonic??#tbh i view it as pre-romance#but feel free to interpret however you want#hp imagines#hp x reader#hp headcanons#marauders era x reader#marauders x reader#harry potter x reader#harry potter imagines#draco malfoy x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#ron weasley x reader#okay maybe not him#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#q's journal
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hello miss jade ily! since you’re feeling the marauders right now, may i request something with any of the boys, pre-relationship and too lovestruck to speak? reader has done something innocuous, or she’s literally just standing there, and he can’t not break and smother her?
hello lovely, thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k
modern au
You let yourself in quietly. Remus can tell without raising his eyes from his laptop that it's you. James would shout hello, Sirius would beeline for the downstairs bathroom. You close the door with care and leave your shoes under the stairs; Remus can picture you turning your head to one side gently, listening for signs of life.
"James?" you ask.
"Just me," Remus says.
You come around the doorway, beaming at him like he's the one you were looking for the whole time. "Hey, Remus. Don't suppose you know when James is back? He's going to take me to the garage so they don't rip me off."
"Uh, no, but– but I could go with you?" he suggests. Remus isn't your boyfriend, but he wishes desperately that he was and he thinks that's a boyfriend's duty to perform, right? "I'd be happy to."
Your phone dings. You pull it out with a smile. "Oh, it's James," you say, "he's still coming, but he's late. That's fine, I didn't have an appointment or anything. I'd love for you to come if you want, though, baby."
Remus chokes on nothing, clearing his throat and sitting up to not seem so pathetic. "I'll come." Because baby? Baby?!
"Brilliant. How's you writing?"
"Uh, it's, you know, happening. Slowly."
Remus is admittedly much more collected regularly, but your sudden arrival, your smiling, and now your pet name, you've thrown him for a loop. He's doubly thrown when you sit down on the sofa beside him, no polite space, thigh to thigh and close enough to smell the oils in your hair.
"I'm not looking, I promise," you say.
Writing is a raw process. Knowing someone else's eyes are on it magnifies the flaws, but he realises with certainty that he doesn't care if you see it, flaws and all. "That's fine. I don't mind so long as it's you."
"Lucky me," you say.
You take your phone out. Remus doesn't mean to pry but you're right there, and your phone screen brightness is high. The text thread between you and James is open, your thumbs penning a quick response.
Hey James, are we still meeting at the house? I'm omw. 2:17PM
yeah of course, remus is there so go have a cup of tea ill be there soon 2:30PM
ok 2:31PM
sorry running late !! Promise I'll be there, have remus make you a scone :) 2:40PM
I like him too much to have him act like my serf, you can buy us both big salted pretzels on the way home to say sorry for wasting his time 2:45PM
I'm sure he's just gutted to spend time with you 2:46PM
Nice one, James, Remus thinks incredulously. That's exactly what Remus needs, more evidence that he fancies you. You don't seem to have noticed either way, swinging a leg over your knee and finishing another text to James.
I hope not, I love spending time with him 2:48PM
Remus turns to his computer screen, elated and guilty at once. He was not supposed to see that, surely.
"Your word count is really climbing," you say, tucking your phone away. "A hundred and fifty thousand. I can't imagine writing so much… will you have to cut that down?"
"Yep. Much more chance of being published if I fit their standard count. It'll need at least forty thousand words shaved off."
You shake your head. "I can't imagine putting in all that work and then having to put in more work to get rid of it."
"Think of it like refining, instead," he suggests, his fingertip sliding across the laptop's space bar. "I'm making sure nothing is boring."
"I doubt it's boring if you're the one writing it." You stand to his surprise and stretch, a slice of your waist appearing as you twist away from him, an audible click emitting from your back as you roll your shoulders. "Can I make a cup of tea, please?"
You've had a hundred cups of tea in this house.
"You know you don't have to ask," Remus says.
"But it's always nice to ask first," you say as you leave.
He suspects you were talking more to yourself than him as you occasionally do, and he pays little mind to your movements in the kitchen. He has a lot of work to do and not nearly enough time to do it, and editing isn't as simple as cutting away. It's not obvious what needs to go. Remus has to have a deep think.
He gets distracted. When you return he barely notices, busy rewriting a clunky sentence. It's not until your pinky finger brushes his arm that Remus remembers you're here, emphasis on you, and that he's besotted.
When he looks up, he doesn't suppose he'll ever forget again.
You're at his side neatening a plate of biscuits and toasted scones, the very tip of your tongue peaking between your lips in concentration. It's a simple thing, some might even find it unattractive, but you're totally focused on the plate of biscuits, your lovely eyebrows tightly pinched.
You seem upset, for a moment.
Then you meet his eye and any trace of unhappiness vanishes. You're smiling again, eyes alight with something he can't name. "I got you a couple of biscuits and stuff, hope that wasn't too forward. You never remember to eat when you're writing."
"Oh, sweetheart," he says unbidden to himself, hands paused at his laptop, "that's not too forward."
He sets his laptop aside and stands. There's nothing for it, no hold to bar —Remus steps forward to kiss your cheek and squeeze the top of your arm, the kiss swift and the squeeze less so.
"Don't set up around me," he continues fondly, "we'll go have tea in the kitchen with the window open. You can tell me about your day, please. I should've asked you earlier."
"Don't worry, there's nothing important to share," you say, and to Remus' delight, you've visibly flustered.
His hand slides down the length of your arm to your hand, where he holds your fingers in his palm. "If it's about you, it's important. Mm?"
You stare down at his chest and laugh softly. "Okay."
It's a credit to his self restraint that he doesn't kiss you then and there.
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Guess? - Sirius Black
Summary: Sirius loves to guess the color of his girlfriends underwear
Warnings: suggestive, allusions to sex but not the actual act (foreplay), drinking, female reader
Word count: about 1500
A/N (Please read!): Hello!! Okay, I haven’t written anything in close to 7 years and never on this blog so fair warning for everything that follows. I’ve also never written anything smutty before so again, sorry if this is terrible🤍 I would like to continue with writing on this blog but would love to hear any thoughts you have when reading this! English isn’t my first language so warning for that too.
Again, I haven’t written in several years so preemptive excuses for any mistakes. I’ve just been listening to Charli’s guess a lot, and the marauders are my current muses so🤷🏽♀️, enjoy I guess!
(This was also written on mobile so again, again, again -Sorry!)
It’s unlike Sirius to be so disenchanted with the lively atmosphere of Londons nightlife. but on this specific outing he can hardly be at blame for the daze clouding his mind.
There’s a step down from the bar area to the dance floor, giving those lingering by the bar an overlook of the crowd dancing the night away. Sirius takes a sip from the bottle he ordered from the bar, the fizzy liquid does little to quell his racing pulse.
His eyes scan over the crowd for a short instant, he didn’t need to search particularly hard before he zeroes in on one person in particular. Your hair catches the color changing lights as it sways with your carefree movements, the pinstripe pants clings to your hips and bottom in a way that makes Sirius’ mouth dry up quickly despite his attempts to water it with the bottle in his hand, a hand coming up to tug a lock of dark hair behind his hair.
The black vest you recently purchased clung nicely to your body, accentuating your chest in a way that made his jeans tighten.
Sirius’ eyes swept over your frame several times before they once again focused on your hips. The pants were a favorite of his, and although floor length pants in any other circumstance may be a more modest clothing item, the pinstripe pattern stretched deliciously over your ass making Sirius tighten his grip on the bottleneck.
Sirius was enchanted with the sight on the dance floor, your hips swaying to the beat of the music. Despite the wonderful sight in front of him, Sirius couldn’t help his imaginative mind from wondering what might hide beneath those pants he was so infatuated with. The longer Sirius’ eyed your dancing form, the further his mind wandered from the London club. If you had gotten ready at your shared apartment he would have had the luxury to participate in your pre-party routine. Your usual shared routine having been passed over in favor of you getting ready at Marlenes, the birthday girl having summoned her closest girlfriends for pregames at her apartment.
Sirius was obviously no stranger to the body beneath your clothes. Much to the annoyance of the rest of the marauders who had been forced to listen to him wax poetically about your legs, the curve of your arms, and that oh so pretty neck of yours. No, Sirius was no stranger to your body. But standing here in this nightclub, Sirius liked to imagine what you were hiding under your pants.
Was it the pretty pink pair he had picked up a few months back? The ones with the matching bra? He recalls how your face had flushed when he held up the magenta colored piece of fabric, and how you had tried to argue that you were in no need for even more clothes, but had shut up when he so easily countered that “darling, I’m a selfish man, if anything this are more for me than they are for you”. And true to his words, Sirius was more than satisfied with the way the pretty pink had laid against your skin. His hands had mapped out every crease and crevice of your lingerie clad body later that night.
The jeans he had chosen for tonight suddenly felt even tighter than they had a minute ago. His eyes still never leaving his dancing girlfriend. But ones again they drifted down to your ass. Maybe you had forgone the pink pair today, he can recall that you wore them not too long ago to a date night. Perhaps you had decided on the nude colored ones, the ones that give the illusion that you weren’t wearing any at all?
Sirius thinks back to several weeks ago, on one of those odd mornings where he had been up with the sun, leaving you to rest for a little while longer. He had sat by the kitchen window sipping his morning coffee and looking out onto the street below, anything but envious as he watched passersby fight against the cold winds of a rainy morning. He had greeted you with a smile when as you joined him in the kitchen, the pajama pants you’d borrowed from him hung low on your hips. Sirius eyed you with that same easy smile as you walked over to the counter to get your own cup.
His breath had however caught in his throat when you had reached up into the cupboard for your favorite mug. The simple t-shirt you were wearing rising up. From where he sat a couple meters from you it appeared that you had forgone wearing underwear under the borrowed pajama pants. The image had had his boxers tighten slightly and distracted him enough to the point where he barely noticed that you had turned around to lean against the counter, your coffee mug nestled in your hands.
His attention drew back to your face as you addressed him by name, “hmm what was that darling?“
“oh nothing Siri, you just seemed distracted“. Sirius licked his lips, his own mug long forgotten on the kitchen table. His eyes drew back to your face as his lips curled into a confident smirk, “You know I’m always distracted when you’re around love“ he spoke lowly as you hid behind your coffee mug, “did you forget your underwear this morning darling?“ he had continued in an attempt to fluster you further. Your brows had furrowed, “what do you mean?“, you lifted your t-shirt to above your bellybutton reveling the skin colored sheer pair you were wearing, Sirius’ eyes darkening at the action. “I guess they kind of look see through“ you had chuckled before taking another sip.
Your brows had furrowed when your usually talkative boyfriend hadn’t answered with a quip of his own. Your mug lowering to reveal the hungry look in his eyes, the tight fabric around his crotch indicating that the otherwise quiet morning wouldn’t last very much longer.
“Careful, anyone who doesn’t know you might think you’re an ogling creep“ Sirius couldn’t have hindered how his body jumped as Lily appeared at his side, a self-satisfied smirk taking over her face at having successfully frightened the otherwise confident man. “har-har Evans, I happen to know someone even worse than me“. Lily chuckled as he tried to divert the attention towards James and away from himself, “She looks good tonight” she continued, ignoring his attempted diversion.
Sirius’ attention returned to your smiley face, your body swaying with the music as you and Marlene serenaded each other the song currently playing from the speakers, your hands outstretched towards one another. Even if he had tried to, Sirius doubted he could’ve stopped the genuine smile that stretched wide over his lips, pointedly ignoring how Lily muttered a short ‘whipped’ before leaving him alone once again, that previous smile never leaving her own lips. Sirius could barely wait to get you alone, suddenly thankful that the taunt fabric of his jeans hid at least some of his growing affection.
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Later in the evening, as Sirius has you laid out in front of him on your shared bed, your heaving chests pressed tightly against each other as you seem to breathe in tandem. Sirius’ lips briefly leave yours in favor of roaming your neck, leaving teasing nips at your skin. Your heavy breaths intermingled with soft moans when bites down particularly hard at the junction between your neck and shoulder. The sounds are music to his ears as he works your pants zipper down, the buttons of your vest top already having been worked open in the hallway, a darkening mark just above the cup of your bra replacing the fabric that had previously covered that spot.
A particular high moan pulls Sirius away from your neck, admiring the tiny bite marks he’s left behind. He straightens up between your legs at the foot of the bed. Sirius looks at your face, the adoration in your eyes make him simultaneously want to melt through the floor boards and scream at the top of his lungs, happiness radiating off of him in waves.
His eyes travel down your body for the millionth time today as his hands finish pulling down the zipper, a gentle pat at your thigh signaling for you to raise your hips as he works your pants down your legs, they’re discarded in a pile on the bedroom floor as his attention once again this evening returns to your hips, this time unhindered by any fabric as he takes in the lacy black material of your underwear. Trailing his fingers along the waistband and over the little bows sitting at both sides just above your hip bone.
The soft wine of his name finally pulls Sirius’s attention back to you. The pupils of his eyes having nearly taken over that lovely shade of grey you’re so used to. His grin widens when your eyes meet, you beckon him back up to your lips, desperate to feel the closeness he’s depriving you of.
But you can’t be to upset when instead of crawling back up to your lips he sinks to the floor on his knees, his hands and eyes once again returning to your underwear.
Perhaps he was wrong in his guesses at the club, but Sirius can’t seem to pay any mind to that right now. Not when your breathy calls of his name intermingles with the soft moans of earlier.
#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius orion black#harry potter#marauders#fan fiction#sirius black x you#marauders era#self insert
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WOAH CAN I REQUEST LILIA X AN NPC THAT HE GROWS ATTRACTED TO (romantic) AND THOUGHT SOME USE OF MAGIC THEY GET TO HIS WORLD?! AND THEY GET TOGETHER? PLEASE
Lilia Vanrouge x NPC! Reader
thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3
Lilia Vanrouge is an old fae who has seen many things in his long life. He has fought in wars, ruled lands, and babysat a dragon prince. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the strange obsession that takes over him the moment he picks up a copy of the hottest new game in Twisted Wonderland: "Kingdoms & Chaos: Celestial Knight's Quest."
It starts innocently enough. A little late-night entertainment to pass the time while Silver is napping (read: fainted from exhaustion), Malleus is out being mysterious, and Sebek is… well, Sebek-ing somewhere.
But then you appear.
As the Commander of the Celestial Knights—an NPC of all things—you steal Lilia’s heart without even trying. Not only are you charming and competent, but you also manage to dish out some fantastic one-liners as you lead the virtual army across the battlefield with a grace that’s almost unmatched.
"Ah, what a lovely evening," Lilia hums, as the glow of his screen reflects off his ever-youthful face. “So peaceful, so quiet… Oh look, an army of marauding orcs attacking the village!” he says gleefully, mashing buttons with expert skill.
Then you arrive on the screen. Your character, standing tall, sword drawn, voice commanding: “We shall protect this land at all costs!”
Lilia gasps softly. He’s heard you say this line a dozen times, but for some reason, tonight it hits different. You’re so determined… so strong… and that armor—why, it looks splendid on you!
“How intriguing” he muses to himself with a teasing grin. “If only you were real, darling Commander. I’d have such fun seeing how well you could lead in the real world… Imagine, conquering lands by my side…”
Suddenly, an idea forms in Lilia’s mischievous brain.
Never one to back down from a challenge (even if it’s entirely self-imposed and objectively absurd), Lilia decides to play around with some light magical experimentation. After all, what could possibly go wrong with trying to summon a fictional character into reality?
"Just a harmless spell," Lilia assures himself as he draws up a complicated sigil on the floor of his room. He’s chanting in ancient fae tongue, eyes gleaming with excitement.
For a brief moment, nothing happens.
Lilia huffs. “How disappointing… Perhaps I’ve—"
POOF!
Before him stands… you. Armor and all.
You blink in confusion. One moment, you were standing on the battleground, barking orders at your troops in a rather intense cutscene. The next moment, you find yourself standing in what appears to be someone’s bedroom, staring at a very smug-looking man with fangs.
“Where am I? What is this place?!” You exclaim, grabbing for your sword instinctively.
Lilia claps his hands together, delight shining in his eyes. “Welcome to my world, darling! Oh, I knew that spell would work eventually. You’re even more dazzling in person!”
You gape at him. “What… how did I—what kind of magic is this?!”
“Oh, just a little something I whipped up,” he says nonchalantly. “It’s all very simple, really. Though, now that you’re here, I suppose I should give you a tour of the place! Maybe a drink? A lovely stroll under the moonlight?”
You eye him suspiciously. “You… summoned me? But I’m just a—”
“NPC?” Lilia interrupts with a smirk. “Not anymore! You’re free to do as you wish here. Consider yourself the main character now, hm?”
You lower your sword slightly, starting to process what just happened. This man is utterly insane…
And yet, there’s something oddly intriguing about his carefree attitude. And he’s undeniably… attractive?
Adjusting to life outside of a game isn’t easy. For one thing, you have to deal with all these strange, non-player characters called “people,” who seem to have minds of their own. You no longer have the comfort of pre-determined dialogue options either, which is quite jarring.
The most bizarre thing, though, is that Lilia keeps flirting with you.
At first, you try to ignore it, chalking it up to the fact that he’s just messing with you. But it’s hard to ignore when he leans in close to you with a teasing smile every time you so much as yawn.
“Tired, Commander?” Lilia whispers in your ear one evening, his breath tickling your skin. “You should rest… After all, we wouldn’t want you collapsing in battle.”
Your cheeks flush red as you stammer out a response. “I-I’m not tired! And there’s no battle! This isn’t the game!”
He chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you’ve become. “But of course! How silly of me. Though, you should know… you’ve already won this battle.”
“What battle?!”
“The battle for my heart,” Lilia says smoothly, winking at you.
Your face burns hotter, and you try to hide behind a pillow. “What kind of nonsense are you even talking about?!”
Lilia just grins and pats your head fondly. “You’ll understand soon enough, my dear Commander.”
Days turn into weeks, and while you initially found Lilia’s antics annoying, you start to realize that he genuinely cares for you. He’s always looking out for you, guiding you through this strange new world with a patience you never expected from someone so chaotic.
One night, while you’re sitting outside under the stars, you find yourself staring at him longer than usual. He’s so carefree and confident, yet there’s a softness to him when he talks to you.
And that’s when it hits you.
*Oh no… I’m falling for him.*
Lilia notices your staring and smirks. “What’s this? Are you finally seeing my charm, darling Commander?”
You groan and cover your face. “Why must you always be so insufferably smug?”
“I can’t help it if I’m irresistible,” Lilia teases, leaning in closer. “Tell me, do I make your heart race?”
You try to deny it, but you know it’s true. Your heart is racing, and it’s all because of him.
Finally, after a long pause, you sigh in defeat. “Alright, fine… maybe you do make my heart race a little.”
Lilia’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before a genuine smile crosses his lips. “Is that so? Well then, I suppose I should reward you for your honesty.”
Before you can respond, Lilia leans in and presses his lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss. It’s nothing grand or dramatic—just simple and sincere.
When he pulls away, you’re left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.
“Well,” you mumble, still dazed. “I suppose this means I’ve won.”
Lilia chuckles softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Perhaps… But you’re not the only one who’s victorious tonight, darling.”
Masterlist
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#lilia x reader#lilia#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader
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Happy Marauders Headcanon cuz someone needs to make some...
Imagine Regulus joining the Quidditch team pre-transition and he was hesitant to stay on the team after his transition cuz insecurities and all that. But his teammates reassure him that they'd be more than happy to have their best player stay on the team.
After a match they won because of Reg, they chant his name like a cheer. And he just feels so fucking happy to hear people call the name he picked for himself.
#harry potter#marauders#the marauders#regulus black#trans reggie#trans regulus#trans#transgender#harry potter incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#marauders incorrect quotes#marauders era
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Warlord Ratchet: A Fascinating Concept
“And to think, the Doctor of Doom’s mad quest for power continues...! His marauders pursued us to this planet’s orbit.”
What gets me about Megatron telling Orion Pax that the current dilapidated condition of Cybertron was brought about by the Warlord Ratchet, Doctor of Doom (aside from the concept in and of itself) is that he also states that Ratchet has a legion of marauders who carry out his bidding
and because marauders are raiders, and Megatron states they were “pursued by marauders” to Earth, the implication is that Ratchet is not on Earth himself--
-- which is smart on Megatron’s behalf, because this would deter Orion from potentially attempting to leave in order to confront Ratchet and instils a concern that perhaps marauders may appear at any time (at this point, Orion Pax does not yet realise that he is armed and is operating under the belief that he is still an Archivist and therefore not Warrior Class)
but also, this gives us the incredible mental image of Ratchet milling around in some kind of rusted fortress made from the remains of several different Cybertronian buildings, quite possibly the remnants of Iacon -- maybe even the central hospital there, converted into a hive of terror
still living on an otherwise uninhabited planet, with a loyal band of raiding troops who scavenge the remains of their world and possibly other planets as well (as we know these marauders supposedly have space capable vessels), quite possibly doing so in order to source spare parts and other various salvage -- Ratchet is a medic, who knows how he’s been having to piece together his army, repairing them from the remains of random citizens?
and he supposedly, presumably either from his makeshift base in the shadows of Cybertron or from a war ship of some kind, commanded an army of raiders to chase Megatron and his followers as far away as Earth
“I cannot imagine Ratchet capable of such horrors!”
I can only guess at what Orion Pax was thinking in this moment, aside from his immediately stated disbelief: What drove Ratchet to such lengths? What happened to turn his compassionate, caring friend into a warlord capable of carrying out inconceivable destruction? How could such a thing occur, especially at the hands of a respected medic, someone he thought he knew so well?
Would Orion Pax start to blame himself, for what was clearly the brutal decline of one of his greatest friends? I can imagine him starting to wonder if there was anything he could do, any signs of discontent, any indication that Ratchet was headed down a violent, dark path.
And I’m sure he would be concerned about Ratchet himself, as well. How is Ratchet faring, nearly entirely alone on their planet save for his loyal bandits, as aged and worn as he ever has been, possibly accepting a lonely inevitable death on an already dead world?
Or does Warlord Ratchet have yet more plans in store, his instruments of destruction poised to afflict themselves upon other worlds as well?
The Doctor of Doom: How Could This Happen?
It’s somewhat easy to dismiss the idea of Ratchet being this “Doctor of Doom”, because it so wildly opposes what we know of the character and what we know actually occurred with the war.
But when you think about it for a little bit, an unhinged Ratchet would very much be a formidable opponent, especially with his social position in pre-war Cybertron giving him more immediate access to higher class/caste areas than many others would have been able to reach...
...Perhaps this Warlord Ratchet was able to work his way into the Council’s good graces, possibly after attending to one of them after an injury and restoring them to health, gradually manipulating the Senate from the inside in order to secure more power, resources, allies, and ultimately the whole of Cybertron for himself-- Leading to a violent conflict which resulted in the destruction of their world?
With his medical knowledge, even if he started out with a fairly small number of followers and whatever troops he could finesse away from the Council, he may very well have “built” some himself-- We do see in TFP that protoforms may be possible to manipulate into certain frame types, or some types of “cloning” may be possible.
Any version of Ratchet without morals (or at the very least without any medical ethics) is a very dangerous Ratchet.
Repairing the injured via patching them together with the remains of fallen comrades, creating a “zombie” army. Ghoulish, lumbering soldiers, marauders held together with armour designed for other frame types. Instructing his former colleagues (who would likely have at least started out with some inclination to follow him) to carry out “repairs” in such a way.
Warlord Ratchet himself may have chosen to ingest dark energon much like Megatron actually did, perhaps out of a desire to create a new fuel source once Cybertron began to go dark and natural fuel sources began to dwindle. We already know that our actual Ratchet wasn’t afraid to test synthetic energon on himself, with similar motivations.
His base of operations would quite possibly be Iacon’s medical centre, turned into a horrific hive-like structure, some wards actively still in use for repairs (at least for his own followers) and other areas dedicated to terrifying research, with supply basements full of experimental tech and defensive weaponry.
Ratchet’s more support class (as opposed to warrior class) approach to things may well carry over to Warlord Ratchet’s approach to war-- An emphasis on intelligence ops, R&D, indirect and direct manipulation, initial political manoeuvring from within the existing system, and defensive systems to counter any munitions etc. that may come his way from opposing forces.
His initial goals may well have genuinely been intended to improve Cybertron, to help people. Much like Megatron, back when he was Megatronus and wanted a more egalitarian, fair society.
After working on lower class/caste bots who were nearly offlined from a lack of maintenance, poor to no access to healthcare prior to being dragged to him, etc. it may have been the catalyst for his decision to start using his upper class social contacts in an effort to change things from the inside out.
Unfortunately, in this universe in which Warlord Ratchet rose to power, things may have derailed just as severely as they did with Megatronus and his initially well-intentioned efforts.
The longer you think about it, the more plausible it could be.
It would be easy for Megatron to build further upon this idea to manipulate Orion Pax, that Ratchet truly could have done this.
I’m sure Orion Pax did not recharge well, his first night on the Nemesis.
Where did things go wrong? What happened to his friend? How could he do this to their world, a world that Ratchet loved so much?
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IDK I just think “Warlord Ratchet” is an incredible idea, and I would have been totally fine if they did a whole season of TFP with the Orion Pax concept lmao
also holy shit Ratchet in a built up fortress of a former hospital with a band of marauders under his command is such a powerful mental image
[Screenshot: TFP Episode - Orion Pax, Part One]
#tfp#transformers prime#megatronus#megatron#tfp megatron#tfp orion pax#orion pax#tf ratchet#tfp ratchet#maccadam#maccadams#warlord ratchet#me thinkin out loud again#long post
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DESI JAMES POTTER HEADCANON
Disclaimer: this is not era-typical. this is strictly subjective, this is my way of projecting my delusions and hoping I meet someone like James Potter some day!!
James craves parental and academic validation.
Now before I get jumped, lets all be real for one second. You are telling me James Potter is a desi first gen NRI and he does not crave validation? I refuse to believe that!! And it was not that Effie and Monty pressurized him... it was the opposite actually. they did not say a thing and my boy just felt he had to be the best because he has such nice parents who never ask for anything how can he ever live up to it??
He was the kind to lose sleep before important days. Right before the big matches and papers you would find James F. Potter roaming the halls of the school in the wee hours of morning, hands tightly clutching onto a mug that says, "You are ENOUGH" (his parents gifted him this in 3rd year when they noticed he was not doing well). The mug is obviously filled to the brim with either masala chai or cold coffee (the indian one).
2. He smelled like cloves
now this is something I have observed in my day to day life and feel like James too, would partake in. He would be the kind to use "spicy" toothpaste. simply because he thinks they last longer or smth. Effie also makes him homemade oil that has cloves (idk what they do I just associate the spice with him OKAY?) So basically when his partner(s) kiss him, they taste and smell clove. And it is not a comforting spice like cinnamon but imagine a whitewashed Regulus getting used to the sting of cloves and the horrible dant kanti-esque taste because the boyfriend uses them. There is a point when Regulus just starts carrying around a small bottle of clove oil or a box of clove and elaichi daana because James smells like cloves and Sirius like cardamom (FIGHT ME.)
3. Resident Problem Solver
Was he mischievous? Hell yes. Did he still make efforts to make sure everyone was okay? Duh.
James would be the kind to ask everyone about their day at the dinner table and be actually interested in what they have to say. He would notice when one of his friends were having a hard day and just drop a ladoo on their plate or ask them if they would like "non-spicy" chai. He would be the peacemaker. ALWAYS. He DID not like conflict. It hurt his soul to watch his friends fight or give each other a cold shoulder.
4. He LOVED being Desi.
he had the diaspora issue, obviously. But Effie and Monty came from the pre-partition India and tried to hold onto their country as much as they could. So James was super used to all the desi things. He had a head full of thick luscious curls because his mother massaged oil and gave him champi every week. When he moved to Hogwarts his hair suffered a little before the Summer when Sirius visited the Potters. Effie taught both of them how to apply oil onto each other's scalps and then it became their tradition at Hogwarts.
5. When Sirius returned bald.
there is a very popular HC that one year Walburga shaved Sirius' hair off because he was being disrespectful or smth. That year, James developed a variant of Indulekha x Parachute Coconut Oil (come on Desis i know you know what I mean) and made sure Sirius had his long hair back before Christmas. He would personally look after his diet, forcing amla tea down his throat or making sure he is eating 3-4 meals that consist of healthy things and not just meat as Sirius would otherwise have it.
Regulus fell in love with James around this time because he did smth he could not, protect Sirius. He went as far as daring Walburga to try to do it again, James would make sure Sirius grows his hair longer than ever.
ps. he was the one who came up with curl-care routine for the marauders and all of them had PJO cast like hair it was so cute jadfiqgfuiwgiuu okay
6. He did not practice any religion
James was not religious, he was spiritual. He did whatever his mum, who herself practiced two religions, told him to do. Both Effie and Monty believed in giving back to the society more than giving to some religious institute, so imagine a first year James rushing into Poppy's wing with an injured bird in his hand begging her to save it.
7. He was the people's princess.
fight the wall. everyone, even the slytherins, secretly LOVED him and the gulab jamuns he would give out on Diwali every year.
8. Enjoyer of classical music.
I have said it before, I will say it again. MY MANZ LISTENED TO GHULAM ALI. idc if he was muggle or what, he loved his music, language be damned.
he enjoyed urdu ghazals more than anything else tbh.
9. TRAINED CLASSICAL MUSICIAN
he was trained in sitar and he could sing as well. he was basically an in house singer. He learnt electric guitar in his 2nd year and then there was no looking back. If he would not have been a professional quidditch player he would have been a musician or a music teacher or smth.
10. he was a STEM student.
okay this is non-canon but comp sci major James? who also happens to enjoy botany? yes. just the best.
11. James who would slip into Urdu when he was overwhelmed, who loved when people played with his hair. James who wrote letters in Urdu or Hindi or whatever regional language his parents spoke and wrote.
12. James potter who hated how his eyes were brown, just brown, growing up. but then one day his mother told him it is what she loves the best about him.
13. James Potter with bitten lips, he does that whenever he is nervous.
14. James Potter who was born during sunrise, his mother believes he is the sun.
15. James who would lay his life for his friends. James who loved hugging Peter, James who committed crimes for Remus.
16. James who adored and admired Minerva so much that he would try everything to get her attention, except he was her favourite student after Lily and Remus (Sirius was her son, let us all be honest).
17. James who played Carnatic Music while studying.
18. James who would wear short kurtas. james who is obsessed with shawls.
19. James who carried a bag full of supplies his friends might need. Like imagine a pouch filled with hair elastics for Sirius and the girls, painkillers for Remus, fidget toys and stress ball for Peter, and cloves for Regulus.
20. James WHO FOUGHT THE AUTHORITY!!!
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#desiblr#desi stuff#desi tumblr#marauders#james potter#the marauders era#dead gay wizards#desi james is my love#desi james#desi james potter#james x regulus#james and sirius#jegulus#baby james potter
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This is gonna seem random but did you grow up with completely different ideas on what the characters in the HP universe look like?
Cause I every time I see what the characters looked like in the movies I’m reminded on how I completely disregarded their character descriptions and created my own. Like for some reason I thought Pansy had blond hair and pigtails?? And to this day I still imagine McGonagall looking like that secretary lady from Miraculous Ladybug. Dumbledore was just Gandalf. Don’t get me started on Lupin. My heart genuinely broke seeing what he actually looked like. Idk just a penny for your thoughts?
Growing up, I never imagined Harry as half Indian or Hermione as black, but I'm absolutely besotted with the headcanons and totally embrace it. Harry and Hermione's skin colours were never really specified in the books, so the world's your oyster 🤷♀️
Also, I was born in 2004, so 3 out of 8 movies had been released, and I had the film cast to consider in my tiny, pre-adolescent brain. Like you said, though, the movie portrayals were never quite... up to scratch. Hermione’s hair was never bushy enough, the Marauders were too old, Harry didn't have green eyes, etc etc...
Jason Isaacs as Luscious Lucius though?
✨️Perfection✨️
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My favorite fanfics!
Loki Friggason [Marvel]
Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]
Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]
Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]
Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]
I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]
You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]
Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]
Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]
Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]
Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]
Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]
Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]
Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]
Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]
Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]
Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]
Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]
Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]
Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]
Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]
There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]
Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]
Peter Parker [TASM]
Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]
Sirius Black [Marauders Era]
I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]
Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]
For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]
Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]
Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]
Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]
Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]
A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]
James Potter [Marauders era]
Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]
First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]
Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]
Regulus Black [Marauders era]
Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]
Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]
Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]
Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]
Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]
Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]
Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]
Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]
Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]
Second son by @fayes-fics
Druig [Eternals, Marvel]
Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]
Stephen Strange [Marvel]
July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]
#Loki x reader#Tom Hiddleston#marauders era#remus lupin x reader#andrew garfield#Sirius black x reader#ben barnes#james potter x reader#Moon knight x reader#marc spector fluff#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#oscar isaac#kaz brekker x reader#freddy carter#regulus black x reader#benedict bridgerton x reader#timothee chamalet#tasm! peter x reader#marvel#grishaverse#bridgerton#enya talks
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Idk if literally anyone else thinks about this, but I’m also always thinking about Harry being all sad because people don’t really see him when they look at him, they see the bwl or his parents
And yeah there’s a ton of people who do see Harry as just the bwl, but like,, outside of like,, the order and a couple of others, most people probably aren’t seeing Harry’s parents in him, like Lily and James weren’t famous till they died (outside of James being the sole heir to an old line, although it does raise the question of if people took issue with him marrying Lily since she was a muggleborn, anyways how many people would care that much about James being the last Potter outside of other old family lines?) so outside of the people they personally interacted with, most probably didn’t pay that much attention to them, whereas Harry is hella famous and has been that way for most of his life
Idk if I can actually articulate my point but anyways once again thinking about a lot of people from the marauders generation ending up in the hp generation, and Harry’s all worried about no one caring about him anymore because he thinks most people only care about him as a replacement for his parents, but a lot of the people from his generation are only excited to meet them because they’re Harry’s parents
Idk it’s also funny to me to think about it being like still in the middle of the war and the order really caring about Lily and James being back and feeling more confident, and outside of like Snape, most of the death eaters and Voldemort aren’t fully sure who they’re looking at for a few seconds, like they’ve just been so focused on Harry for so long, only caring about them when that prophecy came out
(and considering it had to have come out around when Harry was born because due dates are so fickle and he was 1 when they were killed, it had to be max a year till they were found, not too long in the grand scheme of things)
Also I’m imagining that this is more teenage James and Lily, so it doesn’t help that they don’t look exactly how they did before dying
(My reasoning for most death eaters not caring about James and Lily before the prophecy is that I believe the theory that most order members weren’t public knowledge, they didn’t have to go into hiding until the prophecy was made (if DE’s cared about them, no way they wouldn’t have been in a protected house from the start), we don’t really know what defying Voldemort means so it could’ve been anything, doesn’t necessarily mean it was in a way Voldemort would’ve cared about till he sat down to figure out which family the prophecy could be about and was like “oh wait”, and some other reasons that make sense only to me and idk how to word them)
(Like I really think they’d be in the same amount of being famous as Tonks would be pre-prophecy, she’s an order member, she’s an auror like James who probably doesn’t take shit from all those death eaters who should’ve been in Azkaban and are now living normal lives, and she has a dramatic family history, her mom was completely disowned from a very well known family for marrying her dad, when they didn’t even completely disown Sirius!! And then she had a baby with a known werewolf, yet there’s not ever really a sense that she’s that famous or that death eaters care that much about her)
#hp#harry potter#the order of the phoenix#death eaters#voldemort#lord voldemort#james potter#lily evans#lily potter#severus snape#and yeah James was apparently a good chaser#but still#there was probably a lot of good chasers in history#but Harry was the youngest seeker in a *century*#the point isn’t Harry being better than them#(although I am biased in that I do think he was magically stronger than them)#the point is that to a lot of the Wizarding world population they don’t see Harry as a replacement for his parents#they probably don’t even think about them a fraction of the amount they think about Harry#sirius black#nymphadora tonks#remus lupin#teddy lupin#I know some of this can be summed up by ‘because it’s Harry’s pov’#but actually because it’s his pov I’d expect more references to his parents being famous or infamous to death eaters#more stuff than ‘your dad was good at quidditch’ or ‘your mom was good at potions’
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When We Are Worms.
Pre-Order-66!Crosshair x F!Reader (No Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, because Crosshair. Sleepy-Grumpy Crosshair. I can't imagine Crosshair being a lovey-dovey guy, so he's awkward and kind of a grumpy bitch. Sorry not sorry.
Summary: Crosshair and his lover talk about their theoretical life as worms instead of getting much needed sleep.
A/N: Yes I did just write a one-shot where worm-life is a metaphor for freedom. I hate how proud I am of this.
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Being a clone was a shitty way to live. Being an experiment was even worse. From the moment Crosshair was "born", he was raised on the expectation to be perfect. He was never allowed privacy, or a good meal, or even the chance to choose his own passions. He hated it. He hated that no matter how much he hated it, he couldn't imagine what else he could do. He wasn't exactly fit to be a cook, or a mechanic, or any other boring civie job. He had come to accept that no matter how much he wished, he could never be anything but a clone. A soldier. Property.
But not to her. To her, he was everything. A loving man who was good, smart, and funny. A man who she could imagine loving in any galaxy. A man who, if not for their unfortunate circumstances, she would have already married and taken far from this war.
Moments like this made it all worth it. Moments where his brothers were out, and it was just the two of them alone on the Marauder on a cool night. Where she lay next to him with her head on his chest, resting quietly while his hand stroked her bare arm. Moments where, for a second, they could be a normal couple. No war, no politics, no intruding-brothers. They were just two lovers, enjoying the presence of each other and the comfort their silence provided.
They were both beginning to drift into much-needed sleep when she broke the quiet.
“I just thought of something.” She said, lifting her head off his chest as if she had reached a brilliant conclusion.
“How unfortunate.” Crosshair mumbled. He didn’t even bother to open his eyes.
She thought for a moment, and then settled back onto his chest to look into his eyes. “Cross?” She asked quietly.
She only received a sleepy hum in response.
“You love me right? No matter what?” This finally got some of his attention. His eyes opened and met her own with confusion.
After a moment to come up with a sarcastic comment, he settled for, “It would appear that way, mesh’la.” He seemed satisfied with his nonchalant answer and laid his head back on the pillow, allowing his eyes to close once again.
“What if I was a worm?”
By now he accepted that he wasn’t going to sleep for a while. His eyes snapped open, with a furrowed brow and confused look in his eye. “What?”
“Would you love me if I was a worm?”
“Why the fuck would you be a worm?”
She couldn't help but giggle at his response to the illogical question.
“I dunno, weirder things have happened.” She thinks for a minute, trying to imagine a plausible scenario that involves turning her into a slithering creature. “What if one day I’m cursed by an evil witch, and I’m condemned to worm-dom for the rest of my life?”
Crosshair hums sarcastically, as if what she’d suggested was just as likely as getting an ingrown toenail. “Depends. Am I a worm too? It’d feel kind of zoophilist if I were still human.”
Despite the absurdity of the conversation, his words made her heart swell. She lifted her head from his chest and propped herself up on her elbows. “You’d want to be a worm with me?” She gasped.
He found it odd that such a conversation could still leave her enamored with him. He swore he could say anything and she’d still find the sweetest meaning behind it. Then again, she saw the good in everyone.
“I mean.. I would prefer it to being a human in love with a worm. What if I stepped on you?” She was sure she’d never been more in love with him.
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.” She whispered, placing a kiss to his nose.
“Clearly I need to step up my game, then.” She settled back onto his chest and continued imagining their lives as a squiggly object. As Crosshair finally allowed his eyes to drift shut..
“Where would we dig our hole?”
A sigh. “Seriously?”
“I’d want to dig it by the lakes on Naboo. Peaceful, moist..” While she was in dreamland, he grimaced at the repulsive ‘m’ word.
“Naboo would be a horrible idea. Tech told me Gungans use worms as garnishes. Alderaan would be better. It’s easier to raise wormlets when they’re not being eaten.”
She could have sworn she felt her heart stop beating for a few moments. "Wormlets?"
He shrugged. "I dunno, whatever the fuck baby worms are called."
He turned his eyes from the ceiling to look at her. To his surprise, he could spot tears in her eyes. Immediately, he thought he had overstepped. "I-I'm sorry. I know kids aren't.. can't happen for us."
She shook her head and blinked her tears away. "No! No, I'd love that. I just.. Well, I didn't know that was something you wanted.. Do you?"
A sorrowful sigh escaped his lips. "Maybe one day." He stretched his neck to place a chaste kiss to her hair. With as much love as he could muster after the exhausting events of the day, he whispered to her, "When we're worms."
He never thought he would say that to his lover..
"When we're worms." She repeated with a smile on her face. Satisfied, she snuggled closer to his chest and allowed herself to sleep.
Crosshair, on the other hand, found himself too pleased with the thought of the future to allow him to sleep.
One day, when the war had ceased to exist, or at least ceased to involve them, they would become worms, and dig their happy hole, in the softest of dirt, and safest of fields. Someplace where they could have as many wormlets as they want, and where no crow or gungan could disrupt their peace. One day, when they become worms, they would live as the happiest worms that ever squiggled. He was sure of it.
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| :: Masterlist |
The "Pre-Marauders" Era:-
Tom Riddle:
:: Scarily cute Boggart:: Tom Riddle with a reader who likes to sneaky up on him (drabble) :: Sub (ftm)! Tom Riddle being eaten out drabble
Euphemia Potter:
:: Through the years...
Fleamont Potter:
:: Through the years...
The "Golden Trio" Era:-
The end?
The "Marauders" Era:-
James Potter:
:: Back to us again.. :: Dressed for the special occasion...
Remus Lupin:
:: Hickeys and a Slytherin that's tricky...
Regulus Black:
:: Please be with me tonight, Mr.Ghostface!! (male! reader) :: Detective! Regulus NSFW drabble (male! reader) :: Detective! Regulus NSFW drabble (fem! reader) :: Eating out Regulus drabble ::1 ::2 :: You're worth a shot! :: (Detective) Pregnant! Regulus NSFW Drabble (male! reader) :: Regulus with a mommy kink :: Regulus mommy kink + vibrator imagine :: Tit for tat
Ships:
Wolfstar:
:: The sick and the dicks
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Hi, ok hear me out. An arcane AU with marauders characters. Black brothers angst, etc.
(Just an Idea don’t feel pressured to write anything at all I just really love your style of writing and if anyone was to write an arcane au, I would want it to be you that’s all ily bye bye now)
NO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YES
i actually have an arcane au just for me that’s centered around regulus and mariela (my oc jegulus’ daughter) with mariela as jinx and regulus in silco’s position. it’s mariela’s pov so i won’t be publishing it or anything since it’s just a silly OC story, but god it’s. So important to me.
in terms of what i would publish though🤭regulus as jinx has always been so deeply felt as Canon in my heart and soul. like. oh the youngest sibling curse is REAL and the thought of him being Haunted his entire life, alone and abandoned, raised to be more weapon than person OH I JUST AHHHHH GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE.
plus we all know i’m a slut for transmasc genderfluid regulus, so imagine a pre-transition regulus in powder’s position, and then once he reunites with sirius (who’s in vi’s position — bro gets falsely locked up in every universe lmao), there’s a whole other layer to the “refusing to call jinx by her new name” thing because regulus is trans!! he’s trans and it’s Not Who Sirius Remembers and it just furthers regulus’ mentality that he’ll never be accepted as he is.
OH AND IMAGINE THE BLACK BROTHERS ANGST AT THE DINNER SCENE.
“i thought…maybe you could love me like you used to. even though im…different…”
AND SIRIUS. DOESNT. RESPOND. LIKE??????????
i’m not sure whether i’d want to play into the exact dynamic of jinx and silco, in which case i’d have bellatrix be in silco’s position, if i’d want to play into the softer parts, in which case i’d have narcissa be in silco’s position, or if i’d want to play into the fully toxic and manipulative parts, in which case i’d have tom riddle be in silco’s position.
and okay hear me out: pandora as viktor. LITERALLY OPENING PANDORA’S BOX HELLO!!!!!!!! pandora as viktor, and i can’t decide who would be jayce, but im thinking maybe barty?? the Diplomat’s Son dabbling in forbidden sciences only to discover something genius (mr twelve O.W.L.s over here).
with mel (side note she looks so good in season two promos im SWOONING) i could see her being lily or dorcas. i’ve wanted to write bartylily for a while but never got the chance to, so lily in mel’s position would be the perfect opportunity for their twisted little dynamic, but dorcas’ slytherin cunning up there running the council?? that’s also just. too good to pass up yk??
i’d probably combine elements of both lux and ekko for james’ character. i’m a lightcannon girlie through and through, but for this fic id defo make an exception for jegulus <3 KISSING ON HOVERBOARDS YES PLEASE <3
but yeah a regulus-centric arcane au has been On The Brain since i first watched the show. just. the dinner scene plays over and over in my head, and i just think, what if that was regulus? what would she do? who would be his silco? it’s absolutely a concept i intend to write, hopefully sooner rather than later.
also “if anyone was to write an arcane au id want it to be you” is probably one of the most flattering things anyone has ever said to me thank you so much??😭
#astraeus’ asks#arcane#marauders#regulus black#lily evans#arcane au#jegulus#marauders fic#marauders era#arcane fic
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How tall do you imagine the Black family, Voldemort, Marauders and Snape?
Depends on the footwear!
Maybe with the exception of Andromeda, the Black women probably wore similar shoes as Walburga, who wore boots according to Kreacher. Her robes were described as old-fashioned and she wore bloomers so her boots must have been old-fashioned too.
Wizard clothing might be said to be frozen in time, harking back to the seventeenth century, when they went into hiding. - Pottermore
Most old fashioned women's boots had high-heels. In the books, quite a few witches and wizards wear high-heeled boots and they seem to be a unisex Wizarding World tradition. In my headcanon, Bellatrix, in particular, loves Victorian-style high-heeled boots. Her movie boots are gorgeous and one of my favourite costume choices from the movies!
As far as their actual heights go, I prefer my imagination to be as close to the source material as possible so to answer your question, I had to go through the books again. This is what I have inferred. Some of these are slightly headcanon based, like Voldemort and Andromeda, but I tried my best to keep it as accurate to the books as possible.
Voldemort
Very tall, especially post rebirth. Pre-rebirth, 6'4" (193cm) and post rebirth 6'6" (198cm).
The Black Family
Bellatrix: She is described as tall, so I imagine her natural height to be 5'9" (175cm). With boots, she can go up to 6' (183cm). When Hermione transformed into her, she was described as being taller than Harry, who is canonically moderately tall. Since Hermione got her robes from Grimmauld Place (most likely Walburga's robes) I imagine she would have stolen Walburga's boots too and they would add to Bella's height.
I don't think she is 6' or taller because Harry describes over 6' as 'very tall' even for a man, so if she was that tall, it would have been mentioned. Also, Narcissa is shorter than Harry and Bella's height is never contrasted with Narcissa, even though her colouring is, so I always pictured them being close in height. Being sisters, that's very likely.
Andromeda: 5'8" (173cm) barefoot. She wasn't described as tall but since Bella and Narcissa were, it's safe to say she is tall as well. I don't want her to be as tall as Bella because I want Bella to be the hottest sister in every way lol.
Narcissa: 5'7" (171cm) barefoot. She is supposed to be tall, but by HBP, she is shorter than Harry. She is canonically shorter than Bellatrix, but still tall enough for Harry to notice her tallness every time he sees her.
Walburga: 5'8"-5'10" (173-178cm) Since Hermione most likely stole her robes when she transformed into Bellatrix and they fit her just right, Walburga's height must have been close to Bellatrix.
Sirius: 6'2" (188cm) barefoot. He is supposed to be tall like the rest of the Blacks and is described as taller than James, who is moderately tall himself. He is also described as 'rather taller than Snape' but Snape is never described as short. Where did the Marauder's fandom get short Sirius from??? 🙄
Regulus: 6' (182cm). He was described as smaller than Sirius, but then again, not many people are as tall as Sirius. He must have been tall enough still since he was a Quidditch player and a Black. 5'11" is the shortest I can see him as.
There isn't enough information about the rest of the Blacks, so I am not including them, but I personally headcanon Alphard as 5'8", the only short Black.
The Marauders and Snape
Sirius: See above.
James: 5'11". He is supposed to be the same height as Harry in DH and Harry is under 6' tall. We know this because he describes Runcorn, who is over 6' tall, as so much taller than him that he couldn't wear his own clothes when he transformed into him. 5'11" is still taller than the average man so when James gets described as tall, I take it to mean above average.
Lupin: 5'9" (175cm). Since his height is never remarked upon, he is probably average.
Wormtail: A head shorter than Sirius, so around 10 inches (25cm) shorter? 5'4" (163cm) seems appropriate for him.
Snape: 5'9"-5'10" (175-178cm). A couple of inches shorter than Sirius but his height isn't mentioned, so he is most likely average in stature. I'd put him at 5'10".
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