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Whenever I see seer!Pandora headcanons the only thing that I can think of is the fact that Sybil Trelawney is RIGHT THERE. She has good lore too !!! She was a seer who wasn't taken seriously but whose visions held truth.

One of my fav ships for her is actually with Peter, especially if it includes her getting a vision about his betrayal. THE ANGST POTENTIAL PEOPLE !!!

Yet I barely see her getting utilized in fanfic !! Justice for my girl !!!

[japepperony]

Can we please stop making peter acearo just because you ran out of an idea? Or whatever. I love marauders celebs fanfics. And I found one with all of my favorite ships. Jily, Dorlene, Emmary, and wolfstar. But peter was acearo and I didn't get it. I mean if you genuinely hc peter as acero. Period. I love that. But if you do that cause you don't like him, and he don't deserve love because of what he did. Or because you're just too lazy to look up ships with peter. (Because he has ships. My personal one and favorite is with sybil. Which can be searched with Pebill or Seerstone.) Stop making young peter suffer cause of future actions. If you can ship Barty with people. You can ship peter with people.

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[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

sybill, who's always the odd one put. the one often overlooked. the one always getting made fun of. the one no one actually pays attention to

then one day she gets paired up with peter pettigrew, who she views as so cool, and she rambles on abt something cuz she is nervous. at the end of the day, she's in her bed and thinks abt how he must think of her as super weird too, which is terrible bc she likes him sooooo much

then at some point they get paired up together again and sybill is worried abt what he might think and then they have to talk abt nifflers (or something) and peter is like "oh, you like those right?" and sybill dies inside bc he listened to her rambling.

[nevvaraven]

Peter Pettigrew x Sybill Trelawny

(I blame @messrfeli for making me become obsessed enough with this ship to actually write something for them and am also crediting them for inspiring the entire damn thing.)

Summary: Peter Pettigrew, seconds after the death of James and Lily, and minutes before he’s caught by Sirius Black, runs into one Sybill Trelawny, the woman who saw this all coming and the only person he’s ever truly loved

Only moments after the deaths of James Potter and Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew runs, it’s not a very well thought out plan or a particularly good one but he’s improvising. Through a mix of fear and desperation, he apparates without a destination in mind but rather a thought, a word really. Home.

So it’s no surprise he ends up here. She brought him here that one Sunday morning, the sun had barely risen and Peter had been complaining about wanting to go back to bed, but allowed himself to be tugged along to a suburban looking street with fancy Georgian houses and wide front lawns, all manicured to perfection, slightly concerned as to whether or not they were about to break into someone’s house, you never really knew with Sybill, but if she said jump Peter would ask how high. They stopped in front of the house with red bricks and white shutters with multicoloured tulips planted along the walkway, Sybill looked as though she wanted to run up the driveway and hug the damn thing, eyes bright and running all over the exterior, curls blowing about in the morning breeze, and glasses perched crookedly on her nose, Peter honestly couldn’t have cared less about the house, in that moment, Sybill was truly the most breathtaking individual he would ever lay eyes on. He remembered pulling her into his arms and snogging the daylights out of her after she told him that this was the house she wanted them to live in, how warm he had felt inside with their foreheads pressed together, muttering promises about their future they couldn’t even fathom wasn’t guaranteed. It was truly one of the happiest days of Peter’s life. 

So it’s not a surprise at all to him that when thinking of home, it led him here, in his head this is where he was always supposed to end up. 

What is a surprise however is the sight of bright blonde hair and vivid green eyes behind wide familiar glasses, that block his view of the home the minute he lands. Even here, under the torrential rain, and dimly lit street, with the weight of what he’s done suffocating him to the point of there being no breath left in his lungs, the sight of Sybill Trelawny still manages to take his breath away.

It’s ridiculous really, they haven’t spoken in months, the last time they were together was the night she had confronted him about her visions of his defection whilst Peter had begged her to join him. She called him insane, a traitor, said he’s chosen the wrong side and that she didn’t recognise him anymore, he told her she was naive and a fool, a martyr for a cause that wasn’t worth fighting for. They had both screamed until their throats had been sore but he’ll never forget what she said to him after he told her he didn’t have a choice anymore, the memory coming back to him like punch to the chest.

She looked at him with the kind of anger you can only really have for the people you love, it was withheld, contained, blocked. No matter how bad it got, it was never real anger with them, because it was mixed in there with all that love and desperation and hope, but that night it was the closest Sybill had ever gotten to having nothing but pure anger, maybe even pure hatred, towards the man she loved. It was laced within her words when she spat them out to him with tears streaming down her cheeks, and hands resting above her chest,

“You had a choice Peter. You had me!” She slammed her hands against her chest again and cried impossibly harder, her words seeming to cause her just as much pain as they were causing him, but as her breath hitched in her throat, she slowly straightened up, looked into his eyes and uttered the words that would haunt Peter until his own last breath, “and you chose wrong.” 

So despite their bitter ending and the memory of Sybill’s cries as he walked out the door, he can’t really help himself now, not when he’s scared and alone and James and Lily are dead, and it’s his fault, and he’s lost and cold, and it’s Sybill, she’s here, she’s home. As much as he doesn’t want to be right now, he’s weak. And she’s not looking at him like he’s a man who just murdered his best friend, so he runs to her. 

He doesn’t expect to and it’s clear she doesn’t either because she opens her arms for him like she’s forgotten she would ever choose not to. It’s like muscle memory for them both, a routine so easy to fall back into, that they feel like matching puzzle pieces when he reaches her.

Even now, on a nearly deserted street, in the pouring rain, where the echo of another life of him running into her arms after a long day of work laughs at them, he stands there shivering from the rain but warm in her embrace, he lets himself cry over the finality of what has just occurred, hoping foolishly that if he could just stay here nestled between her arms then he could pretend like everything is still ok and that James isn’t dead. That Lily isn’t dead. That he didn’t just do what he did to them.  

But war is rarely fair, and because of Peter, war is over. 

And he chose wrong. He chose wrong.

So when Sybil nudges his head and asks him what’s wrong, he clings to her for a little while longer, delaying the inevitable, keeping her for just a few more seconds, please forgive me, he thinks as he raises his head and stares into those familiar green eyes, eyelashes wet from the rain but forever feeling an invitation calling him home. She asks him again, hand coming up to cradle his cheek,

“Tell me Peter,” her voice as soft and lovely as it always has been, saying his name with the kind of tenderness he hasn’t felt for months. Oh I’ve missed you. Let me stay here. Despite her vision likely obscured by the raindrops on her glasses she stares straight into his eyes and draws the words out of him.

With the minimal amount of bravery he has left in him, he takes a deep breath and tries to go home. “James and Lily are dead.”

He knows there’s no beating around the bush, so he just says it, he plans to explain himself more, how he was just following orders, how he didn’t think it would end like this, that he wants her to know he’s ready to fix this for her now, that they can run away somewhere, start fresh, but as soon as the first words are out of his mouth it feels like a vinyl scratching to a stop. Like the rain has just halted and the droplets are holding still in the air, the people aren’t moving, the world isn’t spinning, all the air has been sucked out and for just a second, Peter isn’t sure his heart is even beating, because Sybill’s hand drops from his face and she steps back, she’s not looking at him like he’s a man who just murdered his best friend, she’s looking at him like he’s a man she doesn’t even recognise, and oh it is so much worse, as if he’s dangerous, as if he’s going to hurt her, oh no, no, she’s looking at him like she’s scared for fucks sake. Which is just ridiculous, he’d never hurt her in a million years, a fact he’s about to remind her of when- 

‘You need to go,’ Sybill spoke like she had just seen a ghost, face pale, voice all shaky and panicked, it reminded him of the way she’d get after the comedowns from some of her more invasive visions when they were young. He tried to reach for her as he’d done a million times before, offer her the safety and comfort of his hands, the place she always goes to for refuge, only this time she steps even further away from him. 

Peter stares at her, feeling slightly betrayed, eyebrows furrowed, hand left dangling in the air, it’s even colder now, though it has less to do with the rain and more with the emptiness of Sybill’s eyes as she looks frantically around the street. Like she’s thinking of a million things all at once, she probably is.

Peter wants desperately to just hold her and go back to that Sunday morning, before it all went to shit, when they were laughing and kissing in the morning sunshine, not falling to pieces in the midnight rain, ” Look I know you’re upset, but what’s done is done, we ca-“ 

He doesn’t get to finish before she’s grabbing him by the collar of his coat, eyes wide and manic, wet hair stuck to her cheeks, lips turned blue from the cold, merlin she’s gorgeous, even when she’s shaking him like a crazy woman.

“You need to go Peter don’t you understand they’re gonna come for you any second now you need to go!” Her voice was turning higher with every word, practically begging him at this point. And he knew she was right, it wouldn’t take long for Sirius to connect the dots once he sees the wreckage of the house, if he wanted to get away he’d have to go now. 

So he grabbed her hand and got ready to apparate them. He closed his eyes and imagined his uncles house in Germany, the one his mum had taken him to when he was 12 in the summer, it was in the countryside, surrounded by acres of fields, blue painted walls and a brown picket fence, he’d explain to his uncle that he needs a place to stay and then he and Sybill could plan where they could go next or maybe they could settle there even, who knows, they can discuss it later. 

The memory of the house is hazy and the distance was sure going to take a lot out of him, especially doing side along apparition, but as he’d begun to focus his energy, he felt Sybill tugging away from his hand. He turned to look at her and found her no longer staring at him with that panicked look in her eye, but with something much more devastating and reminiscent of that night everything fell apart for them. 

Sybill looked him dead in the eye, no longer inviting him home, but banishing him with 5 simple words that felt like daggers in his chest, “I’m not coming with you,” her voice wasn’t shaking anymore, it was assured, but Peter knew her well enough to know her calm demeanour was always a mask for the things she never believed herself capable of handling. This time he wasn’t sure if it was anger, or fear, or heartbreak, or all of it, but whatever it was, it was enough for Peter to know that he wasn’t going to be able to change her mind.

And there it was, life singing that familiar old tune it had been playing since that first day James Potter sat down in the same train compartment as Sirius Black, as Peter had watched from behind the door, when two became one. Peter Pettigrew, always the fool. 

And now Peter watches again, this time as Sybill Trelawny, his Sybill, his heart, takes more and more steps away from him, every step making the air around him seem as though it’s getting thinner and thinner, until he’s not sure he can even breath. And like that day on the train compartment, watching what he thought was his future move out of reach, he feels as though he’s been left with nothing. 

It’s that same song playing, and those same images Peter sees, when later that night Sirius Black finds him, in the middle of the street, with murder in his eyes and with an audience worthy of the spectacle, it’s as he cuts off his finger, mutilates the part of himself his lover found solace in, chips away at the part of himself that allowed him to connect to his one source of happiness and love, that he feels as though he’s finally living up to only thing he was ever going to be, giving up on trying to be anything better. 

I’m setting you free, he thinks, as he carves through skin and bone, transforming into a version of himself he would not dare to escape for another 12 years, time in which he will spend, pondering over who exactly he was referring to when he made that Final Cut. 

Peter Pettigrew, always the fool.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

he would get so nervous abt asking her out that through all that worrying he forgets to ask

Peter is wearing fancy clothes

Sybill: I see you have a date. Who's the lucky girl?

Peter: ...

Peter: I forgot to ask you, didn't I?

[anew-jackson]

all homestuck shit reads as “is Mcgoober’s child Zimbabwe’s or Leukemia’s?? Hopefully Gerald uses his Seerstone to voidsurf next chapter, otherwise we might have to wait until Plorf realitywipes again to find out 😬”

[cosmicanger]

Yea this is anon because they know they would never say this to my face and probably cannot even sew. Like what do they say Robert Rauschenberg or any nonblack collage/assemblege artist is doing? Don’t see em saying all this about collage artists. There are literally multiple nonblack artists, who caught onto Black artists like me using imagery we find online in work, who literally just do inkjet prints on canvas like the recent show from Dena Yago or work from tumblr darlings Sara Yukiko (she literally just finds images on tumblr or online and prints them in canvas but she is nonBlack so…) or @seerstone on instagram. Also my work is literally about how nothing is original in 2023 and how cheaply inkjet printing an image I found online disrupts the forced hierarchies in art. Also, my practice is more than just my quilts and this anon coward doesnt know that a lot of my image works blends found imagery and photography I actually took like if you are antiBlack and dont have the range to crit my work, just say that. NO ONE HAS “ORIGINAL” IDEAS IN ART, NO ONE.

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[japepperony]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marauders - Fandom, Marauders Era - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Interviews, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Marauders are a Band (Harry Potter), Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Modern Marauders (Harry Potter), The Marauders are Celebrities, I am american, I do NOT know British lingo, so I’m not even going to try and embarrass myself, Pansexual James Potter, Bisexual Lily Evans Potter, Mentioned Dorlene, Mentioned Wolfstar, Mentioned Seerstone, Mentioned Emmary, Sunflower, flowerpott Series: Part 1 of Celebrity Marauders AU Summary:

James and Lily agrees to do an interview, and they play Ten Questions; testing their knowledge about each other.

Let me know if you want to see other stuff from them in this series

[epellucid]

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[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Love love all your different ships but what about Sybil x Peter x Pandora it could be so cute. His girlfriends doing witch stuff and he’s just like can I help you? I can grab the sage or make sure those candles will burn long enough. pamdora and Sybil always coming back to him at the end of the day because they don’t judge each other for being a little different yknow.

also trans! Sybil who would see scenes of her future and be so confused on why she was a girl in the future but than hitting puberty and being like okay that makes sense I hate my body and knowing she had always known she was meant to be woman yknow.

the hole threesome 🙏🏻🙏🏻

you kmow that one meme of the guy being sacrificed by his witch gf, and he's all supportive? yeah, that's pete

he literally loves his weird girls so much. will go to hell and back for them. don't insult them. he will kill you (it might just take a bit. rip james)

pan and bill definitely love him just as much. they all mean the world to each other

trans!sybill??????? yes omfg yesssssss

she'd be so confused growing up. she doesn't think she has the sight for a majority of her life simply bc she's a girl. she just assumes she either sees a different universe or she just has very weird (and oddly correct) dreams

the day everything clicks is simultaneously the worst and best day of her life. she finds out she's a girl... and that her boyfriend will become a murder and her girlfriend marries a different man and dies

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