#they make my opinion on the marauders look like pure love

[starchaserdreams]

I "love the marauders" but I actually vehemently hate canon Remus "Harry abandoner" Lupin, vehemently hate James "incel but it's okay because he's hot" Potter and vehemently hate Peter "at this point what didn't he do" Pettigrew

So what I'm saying is the part of me that loves Sirius Black runs so so so so deep that even despite all of that I love the marauders.

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Sev's fandom is so vast that it’s incredibly rewarding to feed my obsessive hyperfocus on him. I discovered that he has many ships, which was surprising but not unpleasant. Snulciber, Snegulus, and Snetunia were the ones that caught my attention the most as a newcomer, especially Snegulus and Snulciber. I love the idea of chaotic Slytherins starting a relationship based on mutual misunderstandings and actually gaining something meaningful from it, but unfortunately, I’ve never found anything along those lines.

What do you think about Severus and Regulus or Severus and Mulciber? Do you think there’s good potential there or not?

I also came across Severus ships with the Marauders, and although I don’t personally like them, I still find them unsatisfying. I hate how, in long fanfics, Severus’s trauma is never properly explored. It feels like he always has to swallow everything that happened to him in favor of the couple’s development. I wish there were more angst, self-hatred, and revulsion, both from Severus and his chosen partner. It feels unrealistic when they don’t allow his character to carry his trauma and deal with it at his own pace. Not to mention the half-hearted apologies I’ve seen from the Marauders in some stories. What do you think about that?

I also came across fem!Severus tags, and I must admit I’m hooked. It’s a shame I haven’t found any good fanfics about it. What’s your opinion on that?

As I said, the fandom and the ideas people have surrounding him are so fascinating to me. There’s so much potential to explore.

The Severus/Mulciber ship is as old as the creation of the continents hahaha. Look, I’ve always been fine with bisexual Severus, especially with that line Rowling mentioned about Severus wanting Lily but also wanting Mulciber. It has potential, and canonically, they got along, and Severus saw something in Mulciber that he desired — however you choose to interpret that. So, honestly, I don’t think it’s a crack ship at all!

I find it curious that people in the new Marauders fandom assume Regulus would have gotten along badly with Severus, when it’s far more likely they had a cordial relationship. Maybe Regulus was even nice to him just to spite his brother. Honestly, I can totally see a scenario where, after Sirius ran away from home, Regulus confronted him at some point when he was bothering Severus — just for the sheer pleasure of annoying him. I’m pretty sure nobody could handle Sirius Black, but if his brother stepped in, Sirius might think twice, simply because Regulus would know all his weaknesses.

It’s not a pairing I’ve thought much about, but hey, why not? It makes a hundred times more sense than Jegulus, and in the end, they were only a year apart, shared the same house, and probably had mutual friends. And Sirius would have had an aneurysm if he ever found out they were or had been involved — which is a bonus for shipping them, hahahahaha.

Severus pairings with any of the Marauders seem problematic to me for obvious reasons, since shipping a victim with their bully isn’t something I’m particularly fond of. That said, I understand Snirius because they have a lot in common while having diametrically opposed personalities. They love in very similar ways, and both have explosive tempers in their own ways, so the dynamic could be really interesting if handled well. My issue with Snirius is that the fics I’ve read don’t really explore Severus’s trauma or the consequences it would have on a relationship. If I were to write about that pairing, it would be a long fic where 60% of the plot is pure drama about how Sirius’s past as Severus’s bully is the main problem in the relationship — because it should be. The few fics I’ve read have left me pretty unsatisfied in that regard because Sirius repents way too quickly, and everything is resolved as if nothing happened, or the issue isn’t even properly addressed. Sorry, but that’s just not realistic.

I can’t see Snupin, though — I have something personal against Lupin, ironically, because he’s the one people have been headcanoning as queer since the dawn of time. But to me, he’s the most straightforwardly, absolutely, and completely heterosexual character because there’s nothing more straight for a man than leaving a pregnant woman and running off. For that reason alone, I can’t see him with anyone but a woman. Sorry, he’s the Ted Mosby of the wizarding world.

And with James, it’s just a no. Like, absolutely not. If you want an enemies-to-lovers dynamic, you already have Sirius, who’s at least mentally unwell and deeply depressed. James and Severus have nothing in common personality-wise — they’re completely incompatible.

[arliedraws]

What's your opinion on Snape? The "poor little meow meow that was //forced// into the role of a Death Eater by those awful monsters that were the Marauders!"

Because I'm kinda fascinated how in fanfics, Most people turn Snape good by early on showing he's sad that Lily is dead. And him being obsessed with Harry's eyes. I don't think I have ever read a fanfic where Snape starts as the canon one but then grows up and sheds his Death Eater beliefs.

I looooooove Snape.

He’s a horrible person. No, he’s not a poor little meow meow, and that just wouldn’t be interesting! Look, the ONLY poor little meow meow in HP is Harry himself. That’s it. Maybe Neville.

I love Snape because we do get to see an arc of his character. I wish we weren’t meant to admire him for his bullshit though. He is soooooooo obsessed with masculinity. Snape is so fixated on what makes a man a man—for many men, that can be attractiveness, athleticism, and intelligence. Welllllll, he’s got at least one of the three, but guess who’s got ALL three? James Potter, of course. Boy, I love toxic masculinity in fiction!

Young Snape? Insufferable, terrible little ghoul. He tries to make up for being powerless during his potentially abusive childhood by joining in on the pure-blood rhetoric to gain social capital, and by doing so, betrays his oldest and dearest friend.

Adult Snape? Insufferable, slightly less terrible ghoul. But still fairly awful. This is a guy who knows he’s fucked up, and honestly, I do think he has a tiny ounce of caring about students. In his own, ugly way. He is a horrendous: Kids don’t learn when they’re terrified—they only learn to be afraid of school. But Snape does, I think, care a bit for students. For example, he does try to save people if it won’t blow his cover. I can acknowledge that.

He’s not evil, but he’s also not a good guy. I would not be excited to read a redemption fic about him, but I WOULD like to see him say nasty things to my favorite characters and then they FIGHT.

[questforgalas]

Who are your favorite clones and your top headcanons about them?

Oh my god. Is there a character limit on this? This is the topic I could give a 2 hour presentation on with 5 minutes to prep

Ok so if I had to be really honest with myself, there is really only one TCW clone who is my favorite (others I like, but none have latched on the way he has) and that's Rex (if you know my blog, this is probably the least surprising thing I've ever written). Fives, Wolffe, and Gregor are honorable mentions, but Rex had me since second 1 of his screen time in the TCW movie.

Then came along the Bad Batch, but again, if I'm being honest with myself, I like the batch as a whole, and they're definitely my comfort squad, but only one has truly been my favorite since he walked off the Marauder in their intro arc in TCW, and it's Crosshair (I know, another shocker here)

Thanks for the ask!! Flood my inbox with asks if you so please 💖💖

I'm putting my HCs for them under the cut because I have no control with these two and this will be long lol

Rex

First things first, Rex is the definition of "work hard, play hard". Not that he's out partying all the time - I don't see him as a 79s frequenter at all actually - but that when he's off duty or the 501st actually have some time to relax, he's laughing and joking with his brothers and COs. He's not a stick in the mud at all, and he gets involved in pranks just as often as Fives, he's just better at avoiding the paperwork.

Ahsoka is like a little sister to him, and those two are best friends. When she left, it was the first time the 501st ever saw Rex unable to speak after a debrief and have to walk away to find somewhere private to grieve. He took it just as hard as Anakin to watch his little sister walk away, but unlike Anakin, he understood her reasoning and as hurt as he was, he was proud of her for sticking to her honor and to herself

Cody is the commander he's closest to, but Wolffe is the one he looks up to the most. Wolffe's pack instinct and drive to rescue all in need resonates with Rex and how he leads the 501st.

He's one of the most socially awkward individuals to ever come off of Kamino. Put him in a strategy briefing or in the middle of battle, and he's as calm and collected as a Jedi. Elevator ride with a CO and needs to make small talk? Absolute disaster. Obi-Wan picks up on this and purposely seeks out to stick himself in small talk situations with Rex for pure entertainment

Rex's favorite missions are relief missions because he loves seeing his brothers get to interact with the locals. He's a huge softy for kids, especially ones in war torn areas, and as soon as he's done with his duties, he'll organize a pick up game of anything between the local kids and the 501st. It distracts the kids from their situation and lets his brothers let loose. He's easily goaded into joining, usually by Jesse or Echo (before the citadel)

Crosshair

In my opinion, he's the most misinterpreted clone in the Batch, possibly of all the clones, but I digress

His relationship with the batchers: Tech: I'm not fully onboard with the "Tech and Crosshair are tube twins HC", but I definitely see them as very close. Crosshair is able to give Tech something the others can't which is someone who can sit for an indefinite amount of time and just listen. I think especially when they were cadets, Tech was easily excitable about new discoveries or new tinkerings, and Crosshair - being literally trained to sit in a sniper's nest for lord knows how long - would happily plop down and listen so Tech could exert the energy. Sometimes he cleaned his rifle, sometimes he just sat and listened. This extended into later years, and even though Tech didn't need to talk so much, it became a comfort to have each other sitting next to the other Echo: They didn't have as much time to bond, but I think these two bonded very quickly after Echo joined up. Similar to how Crosshair and Tech bonded, since Echo hates being alone, Crosshair was able to ease that panic by just sitting with him. Not necessarily talking or anything, just sitting and being; however, the comfort of it often eased Echo into telling stories of his days from the 501st, especially of Fives, and when he did, Crosshair would put down whatever he was doing (let's be honest, probably cleaning his rifle) and listen intently. Crosshair was also the most observant and sympathetic to Echo during his recovery. It would be quiet actions, but he'd check in with Echo more frequently than the others and make sure his new bro was doing ok Wrecker: Ohhhhh baby do I love their dynamic. Crosshair is the emo kid who adores his family but never wants to show it while Wrecker doesn't know how to interact without showing emotion, and Crosshair's warning glares mean nothing to him. These two were Hunter's #1 headache cause as cadets because Crosshair would encourage Wrecker into whatever crazy idea he had Hunter: The closest. All of the OG batchers are very close, but Hunter and Crosshair are another level. 1. They bonded over their enhanced skills (enhanced senses and enhanced eye site require a special kind of understanding) 2. Crosshair challenged Hunter as a leader and strategist not to be snarky, but to make sure their family always got out. He'd grill Hunter on strategies and the holes in each of them until they were perfect 3. Their closeness was very evident to me during their TCW arc with how often Hunter and Crosshair silently communicated with each other. This bled over into TBB E1, but those interactions were obviously short lived. They seek out each other's gazes the most

He sleeps on his stomach. It's second nature to him as a sniper, and even if he falls asleep on his side, he will 100% of the time wake up on his stomach

He and Tech were the pranksters of the group. They were nightmares as cadets, and when Echo joined them, their pranking ways picked up again as he taught them a few new ones he and Fives deployed on the 501st a time or two

He will be the first to die for his family. Hunter would work to get everyone out, but Crosshair would be the first to sacrifice himself so Hunter's plan had more time. He would've jumped after Tech out of that cable car if he didn't already have him with his rifle attachment

His giving love language is acts of service, but his receiving love language is physical touch/words of affirmation. The guy just needs to be reassured ok??? Wrap him in every blanket imaginable, he'll purr like a cat

Thank you for the ask!!

[suncchaser]

The Jegulus fans on the Marauders sub-Reddit constantly crying about how non-Jegulus fans are ruining their fun are driving me up the wall. Like, I swear that at least 50% (if not more) of the posts on that subreddit are people raving about Regulus and Jegulus fics and people looking for Jegulus recs, and nobody is going into those posts and telling them that they shouldn’t like Jegulus. Nobody is ruining their fun.

The only time the Jegulus-haters come out and argue is when the Jegulus shippers start posts claiming that Jegulus is “canon compliant” or “Jegulus could have been canon” or “this is a realistic take on Jegulus” or “we don’t know enough about Regulus to say that he willingly became a Death Eater” or “we don’t know enough about James to say that he would never date Regulus”. Posting that kind of stuff on Reddit is opening a discussion. It’s asking for arguments. If the only interaction you can handle is praise and agreement, then Reddit is not the place for you.

Sometimes I feel like they should just rename it the “We love Jegulus” sub and call it what it is, because it really does not feel like a community that is open to all Marauders’ fans and opinions.

THANK YOU!!

I do not understand why is it so damn difficult for them to accept Jegulus is a crackship, a fanon creation that could never, under no circumstance happen in canon and, at the same time, continue to enjoy their ship and the copious amount of content they currently have on it.

However, they constantly feel this need to argue with people who don't like Jegulus, to make these ridiculous attempts at explaining how Jegulus could have been canon, just this overwhelming need to shove it down everyone's throats. And then play the victim when people, mostly older fans who lean more towards canon-compliant content, call them out on their bullshit. This relates to what I have said time and time again, which is the fact this fandom has a gigantic problem with separating canon from fanon and are constantly engaging in canon-related discourses with their headcanons and fanon ideas.

"James would have empathy for Regulus' situation and would have tried to change him." Now, this is my personal opinion based on what we know of these characters in the books but Regulus would be probably one of the people James would have the least empathy for. At least during his teens, James sees the world as very black and white. Good vs evil. He's openly against the dark arts, blood supremacy and has a distaste for Slytherins from the start. James is best friends with Regulus' brother. Sirius was raised the exact same way as Regulus and yet, at age 11, when he meets James, without any outside influence, we see that Sirius already realises his parents' views are bullshit and is starting to go against. James has first-hand experience with someone who was raised in the same household as Regulus, the exact same way and yet he knows that being a pure-blood supremacist and a DE wannabe is wrong. This would probably make him think even less of Regulus. Because if Sirius can see through the bullshit on his own, why can't Regulus? Why does Regulus need someone to hold his hand through unlearning is bigotry? He has a functioning brain AND two examples in his brother and cousin. Let's be serious...

[darkcrowprincess]

Fair warnings to Harry Potter fans that follow me:

I'm a snape and marauders fan. I like both get over it.

I hate Ron and Ginny Weasley as characters and love interests.

I'm very anti jk rowling but still a harry potter fan. I just the series is my everything.

I'm a drarry fan with a soft spot for harmony/harmione. But overall drarry is my otp

I'm a slytherin on the inside while looking like a hufflepuff on the outside.

Slytherin and proud of it. Just because your a Slytherin doesn't make you dark and evil and I'm living proof.

Dumbledore was the real villian all along but I appreciate his character. Have a love hate relationship with Dumbledore. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes I love him. But one things for sure he's got style and terrible taste in men.

Luna Lovegood is my spirt animal.

I love Emma Watson version of Hermione more so than the books. Just Emma is such a wonderful actress and I love her. Her version of Hermione feels more true to me than Jk Rowlings, which basically feels like a self insert version of herself looking back now. Overall Emma is and will always be my Hermione Granger.

Reminder, again drarry is my otp, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope.

Reminder I love Severus Snape. He is one of my favorite characters.

Reminder I also love the marauders.

The gryffindor and slytherin feud is so stupid and I headcanon that Salazar and Godric were lovers.

Dracos dad was an abusive asshole.

Draco deserves a redemption arc.

Draco is a mama's boy, and has a badass mom.

Narcissa and Lily probably would have bonded over their firce love and protectiveness over their sons, that's my headcanon and I'm sticking to it.

I ship jegulus.

I also ship snily.

In general I just love gryffindor x slytherin forbidden love pairings. Give me that romeo and juliet level drama bullshit that I'm always a sucker for.

I'm all for the family drama that is the Nobel and most ancient house of black. It's fucking hilarious and gives me vc andrews vibes and I love the drama. Wizards witches magic and old money family drama! I love it!

I love Voldemort as a villian. He is the best villian ever. I headcanon him as not believing in the pure blood bullshit though. Voldemort hates muggles of course. But he doesn't buy into that bullshit. Plus Voldemort only cares about power and himself. Easy way to get followers, pretend to care about those beliefs. That's my opinion and how I see the character.

I hate the Christian religious symbolism in harry potter that I can spot now that I'm older. And 100% ignore it. Love aus that explore into dark and gray magic. Bringing pagan or other other Wiccan type magic beliefs into harry potter aus to explore is always my favorite.

All witches and magic movies, cartoons and shows are just all connected to me in the harry potter universe. Its a multiverse of witches and I'm loving it.

[rollercoasterwords]

Top 5 unpopular opinions you have (about fanfic or about something else)

giving me license 2 be a hater i see....ok i'm gonna do marauders fanfic bc that's what this blog is centered around lol but u guys have to PROMISE to be cool abt it we're all just having fun here

1. possibly my most unpopular opinion in this fandom: i do not like timothee chalamet 😐 every day u all terrorize me with him and i am forced to look at his face one million billion times knowing that i would be crucified posthaste if i were to ever speak a word against him. but u know what!!! breaking my silence i just Don't Like Him. and i do not see him as regulus

2. remus isn't a model he's weird looking and that's what makes him so so so unbearably sexy and hot. every time i see him fancast as a chiseled perfectly symmetrical man a little piece of me withers up and dies.

3. i like "toxic" relationships in fics 😐 like obviously there are caveats to that but i prefer to read about characters who are struggling to love and understand each other in ways that don't hurt each other more than characters who are constantly using therapy-speak to communicate

4. personally i don't have an issue with including homophobia + internalized homophobia in fics as long as it's tagged properly. like...i know some people want straight escapsim, but i like having the option to read stories where i can find my own struggles realistically represented and reflected back to me.

5. lesbian relationships are not inherently more healthy or pure or morally good than any other kind and acting like they are is not a progressive take....lesbians are human not gods on pedestals i fear

ask me top 5 anything!

[bellatrixscurls]

"LOVEMAKING" WITH THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS

marauders era

golden era (boys edition)

golden + marauders era (girls edition)

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Remus John Lupin

• a fucking dom and i'm not taking 'no' for an answer.

• takes punishment very seriously. like he would do anything just to teach you a lesson and you can't fool him into letting you off easy.

• every full moon, remus gets rougher so that's why he tends to keep you away. and let's be honest, sex with remus is always amazing, but it gets even better near and on the full moon.

• will make you ride his thigh if you act bratty and interrupt him while he's doing homework.

• is very possessive but will share you with james and sirius from the to time (only if sirius agrees to be a sub).

• library sex!! plenty of it, and you have to be quiet or you'll get punished really badly.

• !!suck on remus' fingers if you need him and absolutely can't wait!! it'll make him go feral and he'll be pounding into you in a matter of seconds.

• is into light degrading (when you're being bad), praising, voyeurism, bondage, gagging, spanking.

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Sirius Orion Black

• a switch.

• will probably make you gag on his cock as a form of punishment (but in reality, he does it just because he loves the sight).

• will go to the end of the world to assure you that you're the prettiest little thing alive. even in bed, all the time.

• will give you lots of nicknames, but i feel like his favourite one is 'puppy'.

• this man can literally praise you now and then degrade you like a few seconds after.

• is a sex god. i know it, you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it.

• aftercare with sirius is the sweetest thing that'll ever happen to you. he is so gentle, drawing you a warm bath, bringing you snacks (etc) even if he overstimulated you to no end just a couple of minutes before.

• sirius bites. and he bites hard. he will bite your cheek, shoulder, jaw, chest - literally every piece of flesh he can find. he likes to call it 'cute aggression'.

• has the biggest breeding kink. like, you completely melt when he tells you that you're the only person he's ever done this with.

• he's also into : a mix of praise and degradation, collars, cuffs, hair pulling, choking, gagging. has a major daddy kink.

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James Potter

• cutest sub.

• most of the time, he's very obedient and will do literally anything you tell him to.

• loves when you peg him, but loves it even more when you touch him, his cock, his body in general.

• when you're ridding/pegging/giving him a blowjob, he'll ask for lots of kisses. it's something that assures him that even if you're being rough/edging him, you still love him and are there for him.

• will cry if you don't give him kisses. with like, real tears.

• has an obsession with your tits. like, he'll always beg you to sleep topless so he can suck on them and rest his cheek upon them.

• tip : don't degrade him when he's being good, only do it when he's not behaving.

• CALLS YOU MOMMY.

• corruption kink, choking, cuffs, dom/sub, public sex.

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Regulus Arcturus Black

• DOM.

• has lots of rules and if you even dare break any of them, you're fucked.

• won't let anyone join, you're his and only his. sirius is an exception though.

• likes when you call him 'my prince' and 'sir'.

• he'll let you take control from time to time, but not full control.

• breeeeding. everywhere, anytime.

• likes to tease you in public places and see you squirm and buck your hips for him. but don't even try to do the same to him - he'll just keep a straight face the whole time and your punishment will be bad.

• loves to fuck you in front of mirrors, against the walls and pretty much anywhere but on beds. regulus thinks that 'fucking in bed is overrated'.

• will degrade you all the time, only a light trace of praise every now and then.

• has a sir kink.

• is into all the freaky stuff. like all the freaky stuff.

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Lucius Malfoy

• hard dom. like, really hard dom.

• will fuck you bloody, because he adores seeing you struggle to walk to your classes. and will even give your arse a few innocent slaps every now and then, until you're falling into his arms.

• kinkiest little shit out there. has all types of toys, vibrators, cuffs, collars. and he will use them all.

• give him a reason to be mad, i dare you.

• punishments with lucius are really bad, sometimes even worse than the overstimulation.

• likes to suck harshly on your clit because he knows it brings you both pain and pleasure, which, in his opinion, 'are the perfect combination'.

• likes to fuck you on his lap, with your skirt on. not only because he likes to have you close, but because, in case anyone walks in on you, they won't be able to see what's his.

• he'll leave bruises everywhere, and i mean everywhere.

• sex with cissy and lucius. pure heaven.

• makes you wear his clothes all the time when you don't have classes, because 'you just look so cute like this'.

• will treat you like a literal puppy - when you behave - like, he'll pet your head, rub under your chin and up and down your back.

• lucius fucks and he fucks hard (like father, like son) and this man lives for overstimulation.

• he's into everything but foot fetish. like, he often compliments your feet (and every other part of your body) but he is simply not into it.

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Can you tell us YOUR TOP 3 favorite harry potter couples and why?

This is such a nice question, I love it.

#1 Harry and Ginny

I mean guys are you really surprised here? 98% of my posts will tell you why I love them to death. But I'll give you a little summary.

First, some technical reasons for why I love them. They are just so well crafted into the story. One perfect example of a soulmate's dynamic and it merges together so surprisingly well with Rowling's scientific writing style. I love the way it relies without reservations on subtext, symbolism, and callbacks to famous love stories in literature. I love that they don't really fit into just one specific trope. I love how the fact that their story is from Harry's point of view was used to build them subtly, like this mystery that Harry's brain finally solved in HBP.

Now, about the characters specifically. Harry and Ginny have these two very chaotic lives and personalities and I'm absolutely in love with how they find this peace, this strong sense of belonging in one another. I love that they are equals, I love how gracefully they treat each other. And also how fun they are together.

Harry and Ginny are two people who went through a lot and they are a tad fucked up because of that, so it would have been reasonable for them to have a fucked up relationship. Instead, they give us hands down one of the healthiest portrayals of a romantic relationship that you'll find out there. They love each other so selflessly and there's just this deep acceptance of the other at their complete worst. They are amazing and so criminally underrated.

#2 James and Lily

I've already mentioned this a couple of times... until a few years ago I was really deep into the marauders' fandom so, well the thing is... I have basically the entirety of James and Lily's story (and the rest of the marauders) written in my head.

There's just something about James and Lily that always pulled me in. I mean, come on, the arrogant guy who also happens to have a heart of gold, is super smart, but also an athlete, has charisma to sell, is extremely privileged, and yet fights for who isn't? Paired up with a girl who takes no bullshit but is also incredibly kind? And they are both academically driven? This is so much my jam.

James being desperately in love with her but Lily hating him because she doesn't really know him? But also being pulled to him anyway and refusing to admit it? Come on! Gold, pure gold.

[I really have to do an analysis of Snape's worst memory one of this days]

Plus the symbolism here too. The stag and the doe. They are the parents of the guy who saves the world with the power of love.

I do feel like my characterization of them is different from the one of the current marauders' fandom because I do this very rare thing called "respecting canon".

#3 Ron and Hermione

I have mixed feelings about Hermione and there are some things about this couple that are questionable, like the canaries episode that I will never really forgive Hermione for and the fact that, while Ron's insecurities were his problem, in seven years of friendship Hermione never managed to make him feel secure enough to get over at least his insecurities about her.

But I like reading about them while I read the books, I think it would be very difficult to like this saga without rooting for them. It's undeniable that they love spending time with each other. Hermione spends more time at the Burrow than Harry, with the exception of Christmas of '96. They are best friends, which is a thing that people forget a lot. If we actually look carefully, Ron is closer to Hermione than Harry in friendship terms. I like how Hermione takes notice of Ron's insecurities regarding his family, and how maybe he opened up about them to her. I like how Ron pays attention to what goes on with her and worries about her like in PoA. I love when they co-parent Harry and that they trust each other's opinions on important matters. And even if all their bickering would be exhausting to me, they clearly enjoy it and wouldn't want it in any other way.

I believe there's a rough honesty to them. One that probably wasn't meant to be there, otherwise there would have been some strong acknowledgment of Hermione's flaws from the narrative and not just from Harry and it would've been followed by a deep growth like with Ron. But what I mean to say is that they are very normal. They really are just two best friends in love with each other, who have been in the other one's life for nearly a decade and shaped each other into who they are at the end of the books. And judging by the epilogue they made it work. They are not done with the material appropriate for the main characters of an epic story but they would fit quite nicely as the main characters of one of those books that have the goal of talking about normal people and relationships, without talking about great unbelievable loves (you know like love at first sight, those kinds of things).

I've never had the need to read fanfictions about them though. In a way I already know enough about what happens with them, in another, I don't know enough for my imagination to be stimulated. And the fanfictions that I tried reading were honestly terrible, they are never in character, especially Hermione.

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☘️peter pettigrew

Hii! Like my other nsfw alphabets, this is a bit choppy and horribly edited. I hope you enjoy, mwah.

Peter Pettigrew Nsfw Alphabet

Reader: tried to make it nb as much as possible

Warning: pure smut and no editing.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super sweet and gentle, definitely encourages you to take a nap and he'll bring you a snack or get you some water. He’ll rub your back and kiss your hot skin to cool you off. He definitely loves giving you praises and he’s spoil you rotten with his words.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands, for some odd reason he just finds them so cute whenever you grip his hand for support as you climax or hold his cock.

His favourite body part on himself delphiers between days, but he’s usually very fond of his eyes. He’s very fortunate that he can look at you in such a lewd manner.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He usually always cums in a condom, but he loves cream pies. He, not so surprisingly, likes giving you oral for the exact reason he can taste you, he actually thinks he’s addicted to it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s ashamed to admit, but once he was talking to James about a certain time when he fucked you in the library and James got a hard on. He swore he wouldn’t tell and it’ll be their secret, but he always felt guilty for sexualizing you like that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s okay, he knew some of the terminology due to the other Marauders but with actual hands on experience; he had no idea. He felt a bit nervous during your first time but he didn’t need much help, he’d just pay attention to your reactions and get a clear view of what you’d like and focus on that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you ride him, he likes to hold your hips and just let you use him for your heart's desire. If he had to choose another, doggy would be his favourite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Peter doesn’t know he’s being funny until you have to stop and laugh, he’ll be confused on what he’d say and get a goofy smile on his lips while watching you laugh. Sometimes just the first awkward start of sex and the small giggles feel better than the serious times, but Peter can be really gentle and intimate if he wanted to be.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s somewhat groomed, he doesn’t necessarily care for your hair down there or his own. It’s a bit darker than his head hair, but he trims it sometimes just to keep it neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Lots of neck kisses, he needs to constant “I love you’s” during sex even if it’s rough. He’s actually pretty gentle during some moments and cares about your pleasure over his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He actually never liked it, he likes your mouth a lot more even if it was just for cock warming. He’d enjoy your hands better than his, but he also has a somewhat size kink and seeing your much smaller hands take his cock please him a lot more.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There isn’t necessarily a set number of kinks, he’d love to try anything that isn’t too “weird” as he would call it. He never really likes to stick to one kink, more like spreading them out depending on his mood. One day he’d want to tie you up and the other he’d let you do whatever you wanted. He adores pillow prince(ss) though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, he’d fuck you in honey dukes, the three break sticks, closets, near the black lake, behind trees and bushes, his bed, your bed, his friends bed, shower, desks, professors desks, anywhere anytime.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Feminine clothing, something about it makes his head spin and he just loves fucking you in dresses. He also has a clothes kink, he’d love to fuck you in his clothes. Don’t even get him started on if you ever decide to wear sexual clothing, it’ll drive him crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Major dom and sub roles (like day to day life style) feels him out, he can’t distribute or give out rules, he doesn’t like that type of control over someone or giving someone that control of him. He likes some parts of d/s and he’d definitely be comfortable with some aspects, but not full on life changing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving oral sometimes, but he doesn’t expect it everytime. He loves giving, since he feels like it’s the only thing he’s good at. He’ll run his tongue and suck your sensitive flesh until he’s satisfied, giving you oral is more of a pleasure for himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Peter’s sex is soft yet rough, sometimes he just takes his time with dragging his cock deep inside of you and pulling it out. Others he just likes to bend you over and fuck you till your dumb. Sometimes he lacks compassion for how you’d take his cock, yet after he’s careful to check you over and soothe out any aches.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only thing he looks forward to on school days. He’s already emotionally tired but getting a good fuck in a empty classroom or a bathroom stall always helps him get through the day, especially if you tell him you’d wait for him in his dorm later that night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

It depends what the risk is, Peter likes to fuck you all over the place if he can. He definitely been given warnings by prefects way to many times.James and Sirius always say his animagi should be a bunny with all the fucking they catch you guys doing. Greatest risk he ever took was fucking you during a quidditch game behind the bleachers.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a couple of rounds, depending if it’s just oral or penetration. He can spend hours just focusing on you, exploring your body and roping out orgasm after orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely likes using a vibrator, dildos aren’t really his thing. He does have a few anal plugs, but he doesn’t use them as much as he would like too. He usually uses them for your pleasure, but he wouldn’t be opposed to having a cock ring on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s actually a huge tease, he likes to place his hand on your thigh during class and just mindlessly rub his thumb right near your goods. He gives a dumb look like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his smirk whenever he catches your heavy breaths are apparent he knows exactly what he’s doing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The whimpers are the best part, he rarely moans, just mumble’s of “oh fuck” and heavy breaths. Especially the early morning sex, because his sensitivity is heightened and he’s just making gurgled whined and deep groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly, he’d probably want to fuck you infront of his friends. Especially the days when they flirt or tease you, he’d just get this immediate thought to show them that he isn’t sharing you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d estimate a good 7-9 inches, the exact number isn’t known but all I can say is the girth is the best part.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s in and out, most months it’s normal for a teenage boy but other months he can go days without it, sometimes even weeks. But on the months he’s active, sex is a pretty regular thing everyday to day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter is nocturnal, so it rarely depends on what time of day you guys had sex. If it’s on the weekends during midday, he probably will take a nap until dinner. If it’s in the morning… I don’t even think he could stay awake long enough to finish. But late at night it’s a whole new thing, he would probably cuddle you for a few moments until he knew you were asleep and work on his assignments and homework.

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Remus image - angst & fluff

*mostly angst with a tinsy bit of fluff

*forced marriage trope

summary: you're a Slytherin pure blood dating Remus Lupin, but your family has other plans

TW: none

A/N: any thoughts and opinions are welcomed. I'd love your reviews. Requests are open, too, if any of you are interested in that

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You're staring at the high ceiling, wide awake and way past the middle of the night. In your hands, an envelope is twitching with every move of your fingers, twisting its corners anxiously. You received it at dinner that night, the letter from your family. And wisely waited until the privacy of your room to open it. Around you, pure bloods Slytherins were sound asleep. You made sure not to let any emotion show, on your face or voice. Something everyone in between the walls of the Slytherin residence could most likely do.

You read it once. Then again and again until each word, each letter carved its mark in your brain. Carefully, you folded it back, wrapping it in the thick layer of the envelope. Despite having stopped reading it, the news your family dropped on you kept on repeat in your mind. Over and over and over. Marriage. They found you a perfect, pure blood spouse to marry. No matter that you were still in school. And only sixteen. And already having a boyfriend.

But of course, that last part might be exactly why your blood supremacist family decided to take your love life in their hands at last. For you were dating Remus Lupin, head boy of Griffindor. Involuntarily your lips moved upward at the mere thought of him. The way his soft brown hair feels under your palms when he lays his head in your lap in the afternoon – that is when you convince him to take a break from learning for a change. Your smiled deepened. The way his scarred hands stroke your face right before he leans in to kiss you. You blushed in the dark. The way his eyes sparkle after one of the Marauders notorious pranks. The way he rolls his eyes and leave a snarky comments to any Slytherin who mock your relationship and how it only masks his own fears and self doubts.

Now you were crying. You'll have to break up with him. You'll have to break up with him without bringing the marriage up. You didn't want him to think back on what could have been years after. It's better if he thinks there is no chance anymore to be with you. And you had to do it quick. News spread in the pure blood community and risking lying about your parents intention only to fool yourself a bit longer with stolen happy times was as self destructive as it can get at this point.

You slipped your body on one side. And tossed. The envelope fell off your bed. You didn't bother to pick it up. But someone did. You felt it rather than hear it, someone picking it up and placing it on your nightstand.

" 'Morning," that sweet voice you loved so much whispered. And you snapped your head towards it in shock. Only to find a very uncomfortable Remus Lupin, switching from leg to leg, smiling awkwardly at you.

"It's five in the morning." He stated before you could find your words through the foggy veil of your thoughts. "And the sunrise is about to start..." Remus went on, looking anywhere but at you.

More tears sting your eyes, threatening to slide down your cheeks and getting completely out of your control. Here he was, your perfect boyfriend, sneaking in your bedroom to take you to see the sunrise. For you, this boy defined romance and no amount of scars, secret disappearances on the full moon and mysteries surrounding it could change that. You were more than willing to give him time, let him open up to you when he feels like it. After all, he has great friends to share secrets with and you wouldn't get in between them.

Biting your lips, you closed the distance and hugged him tight. After less than a second of hesitation, Remus put his hands around you as well. You needed it, the proximity, the safety, the warmth and love. When you were sure your voice won't break, you breathed a question to him. "And how are you planning to sneak me out?"

Remus saw right through your attempt. He pulled back a little, enough to brush his fingers over your swollen face. "Have you been crying?" Worry clouded those beautiful brown eyes. You shook your head, snatching yourself from him and desperately wiping your tears. You should do it now. Tell him it's over. Spare him – and yourself – for the pain and torture of stretching it longer. It was time to face it: your relationship was doomed from the start.

But you couldn't. Not yet. Just a little more time, you bargained with yourself. Just that sunrise together. One last date. You promised to no one. So you made yourself swallow and said instead "My family," dismissing any further remarks.

Remus pulled you back into his lean body, long arms the only thing holding you together. He needed no other explanation. Thanks to that friend of his, Sirius, Remus knew exactly what those two words meant coming from a pure blood kid. He pressed a kiss on top of your head, caressing your back in soothing large circles. Voice dipped with concern, he asked "Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to distract you?"

"What about taking me to see that sunrise you mentioned and we'll figure it out from there?"

He nodded, led you to the now slightly opened window and motioned for his broom flying within reach.

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The sun beamed from between rare clouds, spread amongst a royal blue sky. Orange light crowned the ascending golden disc, fading into a soft purple and light pink at its edges. The curtain of morning mist broke the rays in matt bliss, wrapping around your entangled figures.

A wet coldness flew on with the tentative mist, but Remus planned everything ahead, it seemed. He had a wool blanket at ready, different bits and pieces of clothing, threads and patches sewed together.

"Don't tell me you picked up knotting, Moony." You didn't know when it happened, but you had taken on calling him by the silly nickname his friends did.

"No. My mother made it, actually." The scar on his lip pulled up as he patted the spot next to him. He had laid a blanket on the freshly cut grass near the Black Lake and held his mother's gift in a silent invitation.

You snuggled in, circling his waist with your arms and nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck. "Y/n!" he exclaimed, a shiver running through him at the contact with your cold skin. You sent him a grin that had nothing to do with apologies and you both snickered before turning awe filled eyes to the sunrise.

Remus let his own head lean down on your own, brown hair slightly brushing your forehead. His hand found its way to yours and as your fingers laced together he rubbed his thumb on top of your palm.

Content silence settled in. Only birds dared sing a sharp note once in a while. Your boyfriend knew how to choose a date spot, you were more than happy to give him that. The marvelous sight the sky presented doubled in the lake's still waters. Calmness washed over you. Here and now, with Remus' hand in yours, your head resting on his shoulder, everything pieced into place.

You turned your face, meeting the warn off material of his shirt and placed a kiss there. Lifting your lips upward, you kissed his exposed neck as well. Then his cheek, lingering close to his lips before stopping to murmur "I love you, Remus Lupin! So, so much."

He met your lips with his own and you were thankful he said nothing about the pang in your voice. "And I you, my darling." His glittering eyes, filled with adoration and care, were too much for your heart to bear. It was all you could do to close your eyelids tight and press into his side even more.

"Is something wrong, y/n?" Remus asked, shifting his arm to welcome your new position.

"No. Nothing. Just overwhelmed by everything I feel for you." And in a way, it was true. Not the whole truth, but as you couldn't give him that...

An unsure smiled played on your lips. He brought your face to his again, laying a kiss on your nose. You scrunch it up and made a face at him. He tried to bit back his laugh, but failed as a bundle of it escaped in a soft breath, tingling your flushed cheeks.

Remus kissed you again, this time on the bridge of your nose. Which earned him a giggle and a wide smile. Bringing your hands to his face, you cupped his cheeks and touched your noses together.

"We're missing the sunrise. And you put so much effort in this."

"Hmmm," he mused, leaning in your touch. "The sun does much of the work, to be fair." You burst in laughing at that, shaking your forehead against his.

You two traded more kisses – and then some more, bathed in the dawn light of a new day.

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"Where have you been?" You heard James Potter asked your boyfriend when you bumped in him and the rest of the Marauders in the hall.

Peter waved at you, while Sirius gave you a knowing smirk at which you rolled your eyes. Truth be told, their demand wasn't misplaced. You and Remus didn't show up at breakfast, and run late for the first class.

"Down at the lake, Prongs. I should know better than to ask for notes, right?"

"Not to worry, Moony, you didn't miss much."

You left Remus to his friends, brushing your lips to his as a form of good-bye. You headed to your room. Thoughts swirled in your mind, flying by so fast you barely registered them. You passed Narcissa and Lucius on your way. They have been married since year four, something you found very unsettling. At that time, you belittled Narcissa for not fighting off her families wishes, like her sister and cousin. But now, that you found yourself in her place? You started to understand. To understand that courage is not so easy to haul up from whatever pit it lays dormant in one's being.

So lost in thoughts, you haven't noticed the guy sitting on your bed until he spoke, voice laced with disgust. "You better kick that sorry excuse of a wizard away before we make our engagement public, honey."

You startled. "Who...?"

"Why, your new husband, of course."

"Future husband. And Remus is a fine wizard, greater than you could ever hope to be."

The stranger only rolled his eyes and huffed. "Whatever you say, honey. Just make him gone by noon. I have plans for us before the ceremony."

A ceremony that would take place in a few months, once summer blooms, you realized, dread chilling your blood in your veins. The tight line of your lips followed your betrothed until he left and swiped the door close.

Noon. Break up with Remus by noon. Make it look like it's over because there is no love anymore. Let him think you choose this smug, full of himself, brainless, boorish brute over him. It's the right course of action. So you told yourself. And so you did. Any hope for standing up against your family gone.

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Wind howling outside, rain pouring, you thought the weather mocked you. It just happened to turn gloomy and morbid all of a sudden, when you were about to break the heart of the most precious boy in the whole school. And yours too in the progress.

"Remus, can we talk for a second?"

"Sure, what is it?" He turned his whole focus on you, dropping mid conversation with his mates about whatever prank they were up to next.

"Moony!" three offended sighs followed you as you dragged Remus to a more private spot. The way he no more than waved at his friends, giving all up for you, knowing you had a bad day, strung a painful chord in your soul. You did not deserve this boy. Maybe the wedding was a good thing after all.

"Hey, y/n, talk to me," Remus whispered when you came to a halt. His fingers searched for yours, trying to turn you around to face him. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you. We'll fix it."

"No." You said, and cursed your weak voice. You still didn't face him. "No we won't fix this." You spoke again, this time with more surety, allowing a sharp edge to it.

Bless his too kind soul, he didn't balk away. Instead, he took one stop forward, resting his head on your spine and bringing his long arms around you. "Everything's gonna be fine, y/n. I promise."

It took a superhuman effort to break free of his embrace. And you finally swirled to meet his soft brown eyes. Tears rolled down, dripping from your chin, but you didn't let him comfort you. Shacking your head, you took another step back, building distance between you, as if the following words would hurt less that way.

"Everything's not gonna be fine, Remus. Not with us. Not anymore."

For a couple seconds, he stared at you, confusion painting his beautiful features. Then, realization sunk in. And in that moment, you were sure nothing could ever hurt you as badly as his pain struck expression. His parted lips, moving in vain to form words that doesn't exist. His frenzy eyes, looking all over yourself, searching for any sign of a cruel joke. For a trace that you weren't being serious. Eyes that begin to water when he found none.

But he refuse to let the tears flow. Remus led his stare to a dark, far away corner of the empty hall. Heat colored his face, a light shade of pink that not even the cool from the open window couldn't beat down. "So that's why you were distant this morning?" Your boyfriend asked, bitterly even as his voice was small, lost. "That's why you avoided me all day and didn't look me in the eye once, more than a passing moment?"

You knew better than answer. You had nothing to say anyway. "I'm sorry, Remus. I've been meaning to tell you earlier..."

A razor sharp laugh bit your words off. "But you took pity on the poor half-blood."

No, no it wasn't like that, you wanted to say. Those remained only thoughts as you wiped your face and crossed your arms to keep them from reaching out. Reaching out to him, reassure him, hug him. Whatever he believed, you'd roll with it. If he thought you an evil pure blood, then fine! You'll be that.

An image of your mother's face, lips curled in disgust at the last Quidditch match when Slytherin lost again in favor of Gryffindor, served as model for the expression you forced your own face into.

"I didn't want it to be like this. Goodbye, Remus Lupin."

You turned. And left. Just left. You kept your back straight as you walked away from the boy who tickled your heart. Who placed feather light kissed on your cheeks, and nose and forehead for days into your relationship, too shy to initiate something more without your worded agreement. The wizard who helped you with assignments, not thinking anything less of you when you weren't perfect. Who let you fall asleep in his lap at Hogwarts' few parties that you couldn't stand due to your family. This guy who gave you everything you were too afraid to dream of. And you just walked away, as if couldn't be bothered to care.

His fist thrumming once on the hallway's wall filled your ears, a sound forever carved in your brain. The thud that followed, of him sliding down on the floor you guessed, printed an image in your mind you'll pray to forget. Remus' silent sobs, though, almost made you turn around and run towards him.

You didn't so much as cast a glance back, knowing what you'll see and too much of a coward to bear it. His body shaking with crying, knees cradled to up to his chest where his chin digged in, covered by lean arms with palms crossed over his head.

His friends would find him. They'd help him. Remus will move over and forget you. Each sentence was another step. Each step, another crack in your heart. By the time you reached your room, collapsed in your bed and twisted in a similar position to your boyfriend's – ex boyfriend. It made you understand, showed you far too clearly why he'd sit like that. The pure devastation and despair, the attempt to contain a hollowness within, to replace a part where a whole, happy heart used to beat.

You broke Remus Lupin's heart. And yours was just as shattered. And there was no going back from it now.

PART 2

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Why do I think Lily Evans (Potter) was not a good friend?

Until recently, the general opinion of the fandom was that Lily Potter was a good girl, deified and the representation of purity and goodness. But, doing a more exhaustive study of the character, we can get to see how Lily evans maybe was not so holy and made mistakes due to her education and, possibly, depending on the stage of her life where she found herself when she made those mistakes.

In relation to Severus Snape, I think she was not a good friend. Regardless of his age, which we all understand that we do not see friendship in childhood, adolescence or adulthood, she also had defects that compared to other characters in the saga, they were not a role model.

Starting from the little we know about her through the worst memory and Snape's memories, we are going to take some situations into account to assess her defects:

She blamed Snape for the letter Petunia sent to Dumbledore.

She got mad at Snape for dropping a branch on Petunia, even though he did so unconsciously and Petunia was rude to him.

The discussion with Snape about what happened with Remus (werewolf accident), his distrust of who was her friend and believing others before, not caring about Snape.

The lake scene, where she never addressed Snape once, as if he didn't know him and was just another boy to help.

The same lake scene, where she taunted Snape after he called her "Mudblood".

Now, let's talk about the problems at different levels (social, emotional, mental, physical and cultural):

Social: Snape comes from a lower social class than Lily and, although at first the girl Lily did not see the difference, I suppose that as time passed she realized that it did not look good for Snape to wear second hand clothes (surely ), he had serious problems in the family sphere, Snape's own unsociable nature that did not allow him to have a larger group of friends. In childhood we do not usually take into account the social variable when making friends with other children (pre-Hogwarts), but as she became related to the peer group at Hogwarts, she surely could not help feeling somewhat ashamed of the friendship with Snape . Let me explain, in Snape's adulthood it seems that no one knew about Lily and Snape's friendship, so it would be a secret friendship (and we all know that shame towards the other is what leads to secret friendships and relationships).

Emotional: Lily quickly connected with Snape because there was something she needed from him, and it was the knowledge and the desire to be accepted in a place like Hogwarts. Hogwarts was a new world that she did not know and Snape could offer her the security of knowing that world ... But, when she knew what she had to know, Snape had nothing more to offer her, but a clandestine and unrewarding friendship for her. It is not a mistake to think this, but it does show that she deliberately used Snape and that their friendship deteriorated over time. I think she might have felt friendship for Snape in a pure way, but when she began to be friends with the marauders, her emotional level turned towards these guys and she began to move away from Snape. I think the dark arts were an excuse to end the friendship, wanting to get away from him in an interested way ... it's easy to think that, when you really feel empathy for someone, you try to make the effort to understand that person, to know why him he likes the dark arts. However, she Lily was not able to understand him, understand his fears, his insecurities and the need to flee from the hell where he was stuck.Referring to the lake scene, I think Lily had a complete dissociation from Snape by now, she didn't defend being his friend, she didn't speak to him directly even once, and when he made a mistake due to the situation, she scoffed of him and "flirted" with James.

Mental: I think Lily never understood the true meaning of friendship, not at least as she later taught us Harry by understanding Ron and Hermione and accepting his flaws, even when this child was only 11 years old. I think that Lily, as soon as she could, got rid of Snape because she no longer wanted to have an uncomfortable friend, a friend who surely helped her for years in her studies at Hogwarts (I mean surely potions). Snape was like a teacher for Lily in her access to the magical world, he helped her in the study and knowledge of the magical world and I think that Lily stopped seeing usefulness when she already found in Gryffindor and the marauders the way to go her way . I mean, I think she coldly weighed whether or not she was interested in staying friends with Snape and she conveniently cut off the friendship when she got the chance. Lily showed herself to be a cold person who did not understand what Snape was in her whole and who did not appreciate all that he had done for her.I know that calling her "Mudbloods" was not right, but instead of trying to understand the shame and harassment that Snape felt at that time, she broke off the friendship and remained friends with the stalker, the one who emotionally blackmailed her and who continued to be a bully. No one can convince me otherwise.

Physical: here we will talk about the implications of a person who is not really physically attractive. There are studies that determine that people who do not fit the standards of beauty tend to have fewer opportunities in social relationships, love relationships or even find a job. With all this I mean that, when we are children, we do not care about anyone's physical appearance, but when we reach adolescence, our group of equals teach us the canons of beauty, which is considered handsome or what not. In this case, I think Lily was superficial. That is to say, Snape was not physically attractive, surely he did not look comfortable being with him because she was a popular, pretty girl, and he was attracted to a boy who was much more attractive than Snape (even though James was, in my opinion, uglier emotionally and disrespectful to others, adding being a bully). Lily preferred to go for the handsome boy rather than choose a loyal friend who was unattractive.

Cultural: At this level many factors enter, but here I will choose to talk about the differences of ideologies and different culture between Slytherin and Gryffindor. As we know, both houses were enemies, they were the contrast between good and evil in the Harry Potter saga. Slytherin represented everything bad and Gryffindor everything good. Here we also talk about the peer group (that is, a group of people that we consider our equals and from whom we learn cultural, social, emotional and behavioral factors), where Lily in the end ended up choosing to choose Gryffindor and be immersed in ideas prefabs that already existed about Slytherin even though, surely, many ideas were not true. Some of these ideas were hatred towards the "dirty bloods", defending the purity of blood, ambition as a negative element and cunning as if it were something bad that always leads to cheating.Where I see these preconceptions most clearly is in the scene where Lily argues with Snape for defending Mulciber, etc ... in this scene it seems that Lily puts the marauders before (she is supposed to talk about them) because they are from her house and believes that what Mulciber does is worse because he is in Slytherin. Being in Gryffindor, she is believed to have the moral superiority and the right to claim Snape to choose a position, when obviously Snape, like Lily, will choose their peer group. The point here is that Lily prefers to believe the marauders and put Snape in the guilty position, without even asking if his friend is okay or asking him what he saw ... Lily is not interested in knowing what happened because surely he was content with James's version and would always doubt any version Snape could give it.

Up to here, I did my study. It is a bit lazy, I wrote it on the fly and remembering some of the knowledge I acquired when I was studying Pedagogy. But, in essence, I hope you have understood. In the end, Lily opted for what she considered to be okay based on ideas and beliefs that she ended up having with her peer group. She put her friendship with the marauders first and decided to coldly and selfishly eliminate her friendship with Snape. In the end, we have all had friends from whom we have moved away because they no longer shared things with us (although I can presume that I never alienated anyone for thinking differently or liking things that I did not like), but also friends that we have from all our lives, with those of us who do not like things about them, but accept them and try to understand them, where the company of that person is valued more and we do not care what they tell us. It is true that the "peer group" exerts a lot of influence on us, despising those who consider strange people or have unusual habits for the majority of the population. But Snape and Lily met in childhood, this factor should not have been decisive for their estrangement and, I am afraid, that in the almost of Lily, he ended up accepting the conditions of his peer group to the detriment of maintaining a friendship that so much contributed. I don't hate Lily, I have no problem with her, for me she really is a flat character, too overrated and that only has a few three lines in the entire Harry Potter saga. It is impossible to empathize with her as we would with other characters and she hardly has any development of her. The most remarkable thing about her is that she gave her life for her son, otherwise she showed us a girl who had a strange friendship with Snape and who married the popular boy of her time.

[starilicious]

ishq wala love (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader comforts an insecure echo after the end of tbb episode 4 "cornered" about having mechanical parts as part of his body.

》 word count: ~2.2k

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》 warnings: slight sensory overload, mild panic attack (i think it could be classified as relatively vague in regards to the description), insecure echo about his body, a teensy bit of in universe swearing, lots of flufffff and a dash of angst here and there, no use of y/n [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: extremely mild ones from tbb episode 4 "cornered"

》 a/n: hello! this is my first tbb fic, so i really hope i do the show, the characters, and the fandom justice hehe ^_^ over the past few days, i've become obsessed with tbb fics, particularly the echo x reader ones bc my GOODNESS this man is such a soft bean who deserves all the love in the galaxy. as a result, please enjoy this sleep-deprived frenzy of a fic that i wrote at 1 am and let me know your thoughts! :)

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "ishq wala love" from the film student of the year. i've linked the song (in blue) with some pretty good english translations in case you would like to take a listen, but it isn't necessary for the fic–i just thought it fit well!

• i kind of got way too invested in building up the environment at the beginning, so apologies if it seems like a slow start! i just had to indulge in having the other characters there too <3

• please ignore the inaccuracies of the havoc marauder. i don't really know what the ship looks like, especially the living quarters, so i unintentionally ended up using the ghost from swr to guide my writing for that part.

• what the reader says at the end about the word in love in her native language is true. the language i'm referring to here is hindi, and we have several different words for love. in my very humble opinion, i think it’s one of the many characteristics of the language that makes hindi so sweet-sounding and poetic :)

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After Tech piloted the Bad Batch away from Pantora and safely entered hyperspace, you all decided to turn in to get some rest–or at least attempt to. With the bounty hunter scare, you and the boys figured it would be best to discuss what to do tomorrow morning, for Omega’s sake.

You tucked Omega in with her doll and offered her a comforting smile. “Don’t worry ‘Meg,” you said softly, running a gentle hand through her cropped blonde hair. “You’ll be safe, I promise. You’re stuck with us for life.”

Omega smiled sleepily at your teasing and held her arms out for a hug, one which you gladly indulge. “Sweet dreams, love,” you murmur as you let go. You shut off the lamp in her makeshift room and closed the curtains as you climbed down the ladder.

You turned around to find Hunter looking at you from his seat in front of the blinking controls. You raised an eyebrow as you plopped down in front of him unceremoniously, the exhaustion of the action-packed day catching up to you.

"You're good with her," he murmured as you both glanced at the light beige divider and you shrugged in response.

"Just looking out for her. Besides, you're not so bad yourself. She mimics your every move," you grinned. Hunter chuckled fondly as he recalled the memory where they were all stuck in the Kaminoan prison cell and Omega copied his every gesture.

The two of you lapsed in a comfortable silence as you mulled over the day's events, the hum of the ship thrumming beneath your feet.

"We'll be okay. It's tiring and difficult and none of us know how to raise a child, but we'll be okay," you said, breaking the quiet with optimism. You placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder and smiled. "Crosshair will be okay too. Have faith."

Hunter sighed but nodded in agreement as he put his hand over yours. "Goodnight," he said as he stood up, stretching his muscles.

"Sleep well."

You sat at the small table for a few more minutes to think before standing up yourself. You quickly checked in on Tech in the cockpit since he was on watch, and he immediately shooed you away, insisting you get some sleep. You had a feeling he only did so to optimize the ship in peace without distractions.

Nevertheless, you obliged and left him alone. Walking to the back of the ship, you completed your rounds. Wrecker was snoring loudly and you stifled a laugh. At least he was sleeping well–it was all you could ask for really. But frankly, you had no idea how Crosshair was ever able to sleep through it. Thinking about him and seeing his empty bunk made your heart pang in loss, but you were as determined as the rest of them to somehow bring him back. You had to.

You opened the door to Hunter and Tech’s shared room to find Hunter already sleeping soundly and you quickly left. With his enhanced senses, he was already a light sleeper, and compounded with his responsibilities as a leader, he rarely got any rest. You worried for him.

Last stop was your and Echo's room. You stepped in to find the light still on. Echo was sitting on the floor in front of your bunk, staring at the ground.

"Hey there handsome," you joked lightly in an attempt to get his attention and mask your unease. Echo usually only came near your bunk when something was wrong and after everything that happened today, it was safe to say you were concerned.

Echo didn't respond. Did he hear me? You make your way over to your lover and sit down in front of him. You place your hands on top of his.

"Echo, honey?" You said softly and finally finally he looked up at you. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Oh, darling," you breathed and you moved to his side to envelop him into a hug, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. You didn’t say anything more–you saw the deep pain swirling in his eyes, the grief, the loss. The anger. You let Echo take the lead; you knew how difficult it was to wrangle raging thoughts and muster them into words.

You didn’t know how much time passed of you two sitting on the floor, breathing each other in before Echo spoke.

“Today… when we went on the supply run, I was dressed as a droid.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where this was going. But you didn’t interrupt, letting him continue. Your thumb rubbed absentmindedly on his arm as you listened.

“That vendor we were talking to wouldn't take what we had. And then he saw me,” Echo took a deep breath. You stayed quiet, holding his hand in a manner that you hoped soothed his anxieties at least a little bit.

“Hunter sold me as a droid to him. I-I know he doesn’t see me as a droid. I know that. But–” Echo’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat of the emotion building up. Echo didn’t know how to express what he wanted to say. He didn’t even want to speak it aloud–that would make it feel too real. And Echo severely doubted he could handle the heartbreak. Can I do this?

“Cyar’ika,” he murmured and you hummed in response. Echo pulled away from you, his hand still in yours. Now or never. “I need you to be completely, absolutely, 100% honest with me,” he whispered. Echo steeled his expression, doing his best to hide how terrified he truly was.

You nodded because of course you would be. When were you not?

But the way Echo gazed at you threw you off. Something was wrong, very wrong. You were almost scared of what he would say next, but you made a gesture for him to say what was on his mind. Clearly, this was important.

“Do you really want to be with me when I’m just–” Echo struggled with the last few words and you strained to pick them up with how they caught in his throat. “–a pathetic, disgusting, hybrid machine?” It’s out, I said it. I said it. Echo felt like he couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his chest too much, too much. He stared down at the floor, face flooded with shame.

You stared at him in blatant disbelief, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open from a shocked laugh. No no no Echo. You’re nothing of the sort. You didn’t move. Echo’s breath hitched as he looked back up at you, broken and open and raw.

“Don’t lie, please don’t lie to me. I know there's no way you could ever love me when I… when I look like this,” Echo whispered, but he may as well have shouted with the way the blood was rushing through your ears.

And then something in you snapped.

You removed your hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, pulling him in until your foreheads were touching. “Echo, you need to listen to me,” you instructed and heaved a breath as you tried to sort your own rushing thoughts into articulated words. But the effort was futile as your careful speech turned into a haphazard and passionate stream of consciousness.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears and your heart broke into pieces. Echo gave you all of his attention. What are you going to say? He didn’t want you to agree, but he would understand if you did. Echo felt disgusted with himself. The walls were closing in on him. Breathing was getting harder.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t give one flying banthashit about any of your mechanical parts. If anyone ever says anything about them, they’re di’kuts and you can send them my way because I will not hesitate to punch some sense into them,” you spat with pure determination, not even noticing the Mando’a slip. After being surrounded by clones for so long, you absorbed bits and pieces of the language. You didn’t even register how Echo picked up on the word, much too focused on getting your point across. You were a person on a mission and nothing would stand in your way.

The knot in Echo’s stomach was loosening a bit, the storm in his mind beginning to break. The walls were a bit farther from him. He wasn’t drowning in his own presence anymore.

“Because you know what? You’re still my Echo. You’re a man, my dear. Not a machine. You never were, and never will be. These parts?” you gestured to his scomp link, his legs, the cybernetic implant in his head. “They mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don’t focus on them.”

You smiled sadly as you rubbed your thumbs gently on his cheeks. “I fell in love with you, Echo, not your body. I love the way you make me laugh, the way you comfort me, the way you cry with me. As much as I kriffing hate that you have been through so much pain because of those damned Separatists, I’m grateful for the fact that I’m in love with a man who would do anything for his family, for his brothers.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you remembered Fives coming back home from the Citadel but no Echo in sight. You would never admit it to anyone, but you swore a piece of you had died that day.

Echo felt like he was going to cry. The pressure that had been building up in his chest was releasing. He could breathe again, slowly, slowly. His only focus was you, was your words. The artificial lights didn’t seem to be as glaring now. They were softer, calmer.

“Echo, my love, even through it all, you not only survived, but you came out on top, victorious,” you paused, briefly overcome with how much love and gratitude you had for this wonderful man. “You came back to me, Echo, and you’re as handsome as ever. I have never stopped loving you, and never will. Don’t you ever forget that darling.”

Echo drew in a shaky breath. The harsh cold of the floor grates was biting into his skin, but he didn’t care. It grounded him as much as your warm touch on his face. He could breathe again. My cyar’ika.

Your fiery and passionate emotional speech came to an end as you stared into your lover’s eyes. There was so much more you could say, but you feared words would not be able to convey it all. You hoped your eyes would be enough to soothe his pained and tired soul.

Silent tears trailed down Echo’s face and you gently brushed them away as you pulled him into a tight hug. It was all you could do to not cry yourself. Echo was always so strong–you admired him for it.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice thick with appreciation and love. You didn’t say anything. There was no need to. The charged air between you both was enough. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence on the floor of the Havoc Marauder, deep in your own thoughts.

“Ishq wala love,” you muttered fondly after some time, still caught up in your own mind.

“Hm?” Echo questioned, curious as to what you said. The soft sound gently pulled you out of the clouds and back to the man in your arms as you attempted to explain.

“There’s a phrase in my native language, ishq wala love. You see, in Basic, there’s just one word for love, which is love. But back home, we have several different words for love, each with their own subtle, but distinct meaning,” you blew out a breath as you tried to figure out what to say. Echo was hanging on to your every word.

“There’s… there isn’t really a direct translation, but the best I can come up with is that the love that we have, ishq, is much deeper than just romantic love. It’s deep and strong and pure and unyielding. It–it reminded me of us,” you admitted, a bit sheepish. Your fingers dance along Echo’s scomp link, nervous.

Echo took a moment to process your explanation before smiling. You felt your heart stitch itself back together again after seeing that beautiful smile. You would do anything to keep it on his lovely face.

“Ishq wala love,” he echoed, his pronunciation a bit off. You giggled in response. “Close enough,” you teased and Echo simply beamed. You leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his soft lips, rubbing his metal arm gently.

Echo stood up then, offering a hand to you to help you up. You took it and he led you over to the bunk you shared together. You both quickly climbed in, relaxing in the warmth of the well worn blankets and the other’s presence.

Your head was near his chest and you could hear the soothing dull sound of his steady heartbeat. Your arm curled over his waist protectively and your head rested comfortably on his flesh arm. Echo shut off the light and you were ensconced in black velvety darkness.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

“Sweet dreams, Echo. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

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[lyallblacklupin]

My Truth about you.

Remus has a tendency to practice self-deprecation after full moon when he gets new scars. This time it is a big one on his face. He thinks that he looks hideous, but Sirius is there to tell him otherwise. 

Remus smacks the book on the table so loudly that even students sitting at the ends of the table jerk from their seats.

The marauders are staring at him with hanging jaw and bulging eyes like hawks.

“You okay there, Moony?” James tentatively asks.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” Remus glares at him, aiming his index finger towards the bandaged wound on his cheek. It has been three days, and everyone is steering clear from Remus’ way. The last full moon was a disaster that mostly did damages to his face and neck. He hated facial injuries, not because they were difficult to heal but they made him look ugly—considering the fact, his boyfriend is ten times beautiful than he could possibly imagine himself to be.

The silence settles, tinged with discomfort.  The marauders go back to their lunch before they are running to their classes. Throughout the whole day including the supper, Remus’ mood was at the same foul place. Sirius is trying hard not to step on his nerve that might trigger and eventually cause Remus to curse and boycott everyone and everything. Remus can see it but pretends it to be unacknowledged. He knows that Sirius is the only person he can be himself with, but not with the others because, James and Peter included, everyone is eyeing him with weird looks on their faces that mostly blooms one thing: fear.

They all go to their dorm, and begrudgingly Remus flops on the first bed. He remains there with his chest glued to the soft sheets, his face buried too, sniffing a strongly familiar scent. Before he processes the picture of the person in his head, a voice calls him out.

“Moony?” It is soft like the petals of a fresh white flower and silky like chocolate. He doesn’t open his eyes. He can feel that the exhaustion of the day is dumping out of him, dissipating into thin air.

“Moons?” This voice is much clearer but he doesn’t dare open his eyes again because there is something on his head, brushing his hair. He can picture it. Long, slender white fingers are spreading and fisting his golden curls.

And then, a kiss. On the temple. So gentle that he wanted to sink into its holiness. He groans with the felicity of experiencing such celestial intimacy.

“Wake up, Moons. Just for a moment then you can go back to sleep, love.”

Remus opens his eyes because this time he is shaken by the figure that is intoxicating him with their presence. And there he is. Grey eyes like silver orbs staring at him with such solace and the rippling dark hair are let down. The sight is scenic. Remus asks himself why didn’t he just look at his boyfriend the whole day. He know if he had, his day would’ve been spent much better. The regret is not strong but sweetly painful because Sirius Black is the foremost person in his life and being ignorant to his presence is nothing but ungratefulness.

“Sirius…” And he smiles. Sirius Black smiles his delicate smile which is only reserved for him. He hums in response. “What are you doing here?”

“The question is, my dear Moony, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is my bed.”

“So? This is my bed, too.”

“Okay, okay, this is your bed too, Mr. Grumpy.” He chuckles but Remus continues to glare at him, “What!? Okay at least get up and take off your school robes. I’ll lend you my pajamas.”

Remus doesn’t move from his position because he knows if he surrenders, he will lose the chance of Sirius undressing and caressing him. There is always something ethereal about Sirius’ touch. He touches Remus like he is made of delicate glass.

And then it starts happening, Sirius is getting him out his school robes and shoes. The moment is pure bliss and dreamy. Once Sirius was done, Remus looks up to witness him staring at his face with an intense yet unreadable expression. He reaches out to cup Remus’ cheek, and then suddenly Remus flinches away. He hasn’t forgotten it. The ugly feeling started assembling back to him, making him feel all blue and dejected instantly. Sirius has caught that look on his face.

“Hey, don’t…” He whispers.

“Why not!? I’m hideous!”

“You are not hideous! You’re not even close to hideous! You are very attractive and beautiful—“

“Stop! Just stop. I don’t want to hear this, Sirius.”

“Moony…why? Why do you think like that?”

“I-I never had a scar on my face…before it used to be like the tiny ones on my nose or jaws or my lip or eye or…dammit! Everywhere! They are everywhere!”

“Shh…” Sirius draw close to him and made him sit up. He laces his arms around Remus’ neck, forehead pressed together, breathing each other in.

“This one is the worst, Sirius…my life is the worst! I mean if I was meant to be cursed with this physical affliction, the least God could have done was to spare me with its brutality! I don’t just go through this physical pain, it is the mental pain too! Where I have to stand before this bitter truth that tells me that I have no future. No job, no living, no healthy relationships, fuck! No health at all! I can’t pursue my education because I’m not a human. I can’t have a family of my own. There’s nothing I can have that a normal person does.”

And then he feels lighter. His heart is not heavy anymore. But tears are streaming down his face, wetting his hands in his lap. The most remarkable thing is that Sirius is still breathing him in. They are in the same position. But he doesn’t look up to hold Sirius’ gaze. Sirius is quiet like an obedient cat.

Remus’ hands move, as if they are automatically functioning, and clutches the fabric of Sirius’ shirt on his chest. He still doesn’t meet his eyes. He just clings himself to him. His head resting on his shoulder, and Sirius holds him by his waist.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius whispers in his ear, “I’m sorry you have to go through all of this. I know you said that you don’t want to hear it but it's the truth and you deserve to know it. You are perfect to me. And I don’t think I can be more honest about that. Look, Moony,” He pulls away gently to meet Remus’ eyes.

“Do you care about others’ opinions about you?”

“No—“

“Do you care about our, me, James, Lily, and Peter’s opinion about you?”

Remus knows what answer Sirius expects, but today—at the moment—is Remus’ truth day, he cannot say things that he meant half-heartedly. The truth is and has always been this: He only cares about Sirius Black. It is a mad truth but it is what it is. He was mad. Madly in love with Sirius Black.

“Moony?” Sirius’ eyes narrow down on him skeptically.

“I care about what you think. I care about you, only. It’s strange and weird and insane but it is…it is my truth.” Remus has said it, and there is no turning back because Sirius is looking at him blankly. His face is flushing, his mouth is in a thin line. He presses harder. His lips become thinner, his jaws clenched and his nostrils flares slightly. It is not anger. Remus can tell. He knows him. More than he knows himself. He is trying not to cry but then there are tears floating in those eyes and then fell simultaneously. Then they are falling.

“I just…can’t see you like this…” Sirius says, and Remus knows he is struggling with his voice.

“I’m sorry—“

“Are you mad? No, you don’t have to say sorry, you idiot.” It makes Remus smile because they conversing in whispers and it feels so beautiful, “Of course, you can say all those things to me, you know vent out, don’t keep it inside you. I just…get you know, anxious. I want to make your pain easier for you. I know how much you suffer but I can’t feel exactly how you do. And it makes me feel indebted, I guess? I don’t know…I just want you to be happy.”

Remus tugs a lock of Sirius’ dark hair behind his ear. His index finger still lingering there.

“Remus,” Sirius continues, “I can’t promise to fix all of your problems, but I promise you that you will not be alone in dealing with them. I’m gonna be here as long as it takes, no matter what and how. I love you, you know that right?”

Remus nods at him, blinking away the tears. Sirius leans into Remus’ left and plants his lips on the cheek which has the long jagged scar. His lips are there for longer than they should have been. He is kissing the scar as if it is something sacred.

And just like that, he uses Remus’ position as leverage to make him fall on the bed. And Sirius lays his head on his chest as he grips his torso. Remus can smell the coconut shampoo from his hair.

“You’re beautiful. And that is my truth.”

Remus hears Sirius say before the sleep drifts so quickly by the aid of each other’s warmth and love.

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SFW Alphabet with Severus

Requested by Anon: ‘Hi! Firstly I’m obsess with your stories!! Do you think you could do both a fluffy alphabet and smutty alphabet headcannon’

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Words: 1.6k

[pt ll]

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affectionate)

Severus doesn’t show affection like the average man. He prefers subtle things, like leaving a cup of tea for you before he goes to teach his class. Or he’ll discreetly hold your hand when he thinks you’re stressed

Regardless on how well he shows it, you’ll always know and feel it

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s definitely one of the most caring friends you’d had, he always makes sure that you’re feeling well and that you’re in the best mood. He loves seeing you happy when you speak with him, so if somethings wrong, he’s quick to fix it

You helped him after one of his Marauders incidents. He accused you of being part of their plan, to act like you were there to help, and he angrily stormed off. After you caught up and assured him that you meant no harm, he’d started to acknowledge you. From then, the friendship blossomed more than either of you thought it would

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You’re more of a cuddler, so if you ask, he’ll be more than ready to pull you near him and keep you as close as possible

He usually keeps you up against his chest with his arms around you, engulfing you in his warmth while you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

After gaining his trust completely and assuring him that you were going absolutely nowhere anytime soon, he decided that he was more than ready to not only live together, but also get married. A thought he never thought he’d have.

He wasn’t the worst cook, he knew how to do the basics well enough so he could survive. But you did help him to better his culinary skills, introducing him to different dishes and hidden family recipes. Cleaning was never a problem, he’d just cast a spell on the cleaning products and have them do all the work

E = Ending (If they break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Although he’d been adamant on his decision to be with you for life, he couldn’t risk losing you to something purely evil and dangerous as the Dark Lord or his many followers.

He’d start to distance himself from you to a point that not even you could handle, eventually you’d tell him that this was going to have to either be fixed or severed. He’d heartbreakingly chose the latter

F = Fiancé[e] (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He never had the best chance - or any chance at all really - for a relationship, so he was very wary and very careful with how he spoke and cared for you. He didn’t mind being committed to you and secretly he loved it, it was more the thought of losing you that scared him

He knew from the very first moment you’d given him the opportunity to have an actual conversation with him, one that didn’t make you grimace at him or give him a look of pure disgust. But it’d been cemented on your first date to Hogsmeade, sharing a warm drink together so carefree and openly in front of the patrons there

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Severus isn’t really a gentle man physically, unless he’s catering directly to you; then he’s the softest man you’d ever known. Soft touches here, light touches there.

Emotionally, he has a hidden layer of sensitivity, not to others, but specifically when it comes to your opinion. He always asks for a second pair of eyes or hands on any decision he made, especially when it would affect the two of you. Two heads were always better than one.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sev’s not opposed to hugs when they come from you and you only, he welcomes it with open arms

However often as you’d like which was nearly every day when it came to making him feel better when he looked like he desperately needed one

His hugs are so warm and inviting, always making you feel safe and secure while you’re shielded in his cloak, figuratively hidden from the world

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L word)

You were quicker to say it than he was, that was for sure. But you hadn’t pressured him, telling him that he could say it whenever he was ready (and he was more than thankful for that)

Almost exactly a month later, he’d said it to you while you both relaxed in a warm bath. It flowed out of his mouth involuntarily and when you asked him if he was sure, he nodded and smiled, saying it again for further confirmation

J = Jealous (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He can get very jealous, partly due to his many insecurities, and it’s never a fun time

He’ll usually stick close to you, making sure you’re in his line of sight and clinging to him so no other man can speak to you. It can get quite annoying having him as you’re second shadow, but you always reassure him that there’s no one else for you

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where they liked to be kissed?)

Severus’ kisses are full of love and admiration, that’s one of his best ways of showing you just how much he loves and appreciates you

He loves kissing you on either your lips or your hands, he loves to feel you shudder from happiness

He doesn’t really care, as long as you’re kissing him, but he sometimes prefers his chest when you two are tangled together in bed

L = Little ones (How are they around little ones?)

Nowhere near nice. His irritation is so obvious and his words are harsher than they should be, sometimes he’s quick to hitting them over the head regardless of it being warranted or not

He swears he’ll be nothing like that should you two ever have children

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Quiet. And those are his favorites kinds. He enjoys the serenity and normalcy that your comfortable silence brings him; it’s his calm before having to leave his warm bed, leave you, and go teach the lot of dunderheads that are his students

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You make sure that whenever he comes back stressed from teaching during the day, that his nights are spent relaxed. He usually vents to you after you ask how his day had gone, and it’s always the same rant most of the time

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s a conserved and reticent man, so his “secrets” don’t get revealed to you as quickly as you might’ve liked

He has a lot of skeletons in his closet and he doesn’t tell you everything in one sitting, if he did, you’d both be sitting for a long time. The closet door to his life is always slowly opened more and more to you bit by bit

P = Patience (How easily angered are they)

The man has an excessive amount of patience for you but even some things are too much for him. On the rare occasions he loses himself to his anger, he’ll leave and take time to himself so not to say anything he’ll come to regret once his vexation dissipates

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Absolutely everything. You find it almost frightening just how much he remembers about you.

He remembers you once telling him how you broke your pinky on your left hand one day in the spring when you were the age of four, and sometimes he can tell the story even better than you. No detail gets past him

R = Remember (What is their favorite memory in your relationship?)

One day, you’d surprised him with a plan to take him on a trip to a secluded place in the Galápagos Islands... it had gone completely wrong and you’d felt horrible. So instead of making him feel better, he actually made you feel better and you’d both spent the entire day away from everyone in a spot Severus had kept hidden from you up until that point

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely. You both know the evils in both the muggle and wizarding world

With that being said, he always makes sure that you’re safe wherever you go. Whether that be teaching you stronger spells or helping you defeat him in duels

He’s accepted the fact that no matter how strong you’d get, certain things were stronger than both you and he. Nevertheless, he still appreciates when you reassure him that, should anything happen, you’d defend him with your last breath

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Since Severus remembers every detail of your every word, he makes sure to incorporate that into anything that pertains to you.

If it’s a date, he’s trying his best to decorate the scene to your liking, adding in flowers, candles, and cooking a meal that he’d learned for you. Anniversaries are spent either lounging or dressing up to do something you are excited about. Gifts are meaningful and sometimes luxurious depending on what you’re interested in at the moment. And everyday tasks are no problem if it helps you to decompress

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a nasty habit of shutting you out when things become too much for him, particularly after one of his death eater meetings.

He also fidgets a lot, discreetly though, and you always catch his hands twitching against his will, thumb smoothing over his opposite hand

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Before you had gotten together, he could give a rat’s ass about how he looked; no one had the balls to say something against him anyway

But the more he’d started to like you, the more he paid attention to every little detail of himself, wanting to perfect his looks as much as possible for such a beautiful person such as yourself

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Without a doubt. He’d gotten so used to your company that he’d find himself yearning for your presence whenever you were gone or busy

X = Xtra (A random head cannon for them.)

Severus had a tendency to sometimes skip dinner, despite your complaints of him needing to eat, and you’d always bring him an extra plate full of his favorites. He’d insist that he wasn’t hungry but his stomach would always argue against him, making him blush in embarrassment when you’d raise your eyebrow, forcing him to eat

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hated when you ignored him because of an argument you two had had. He didn’t like that you’d brush him off or walk past him, not acknowledging him whatsoever, and going to bed angry. It always left a hole in his heart until you two made up again

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

It’s more like a lack thereof. Severus can go days on end without sleep or a decent amount of rest. You’d usually make him go to sleep, and when he did, he’d wake up in one of his best moods

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Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine @snapefiction @lizlil

[darthzero22]

A moment of peace

Crosshair x Neutral Reader 

For a moment you find a moment of peace, but that wasn't going to last much longer, whether outside or inside the ship.

You decided to leave the ship to get some air, since after being inside for about an hour waiting for orders, it was already boring. The planet was nice, there was vegetation and the sky was light blue with beautiful white clouds. You found it hard to believe that it was in the hands of the Separatists, but that was war.

You didn't stray far from the Marauder, you had to keep an eye out in case you were called, and so you lay down on the grass. Being like this you appreciated much better the sky and the air that the planet possessed. Everything was pleasant and that's why you close your eyes. You inhale a good amount of that pleasant air and then exhale.

You remained like that for a few minutes, with your eyes closed, until suddenly a shadow covered a large part of your face, preventing daylight from reaching you. That shadow was not from a cloud, earlier you managed to hear footsteps against the grass coming towards you, but now you didn't hear them because the owner of the shadow had stopped next to you. You open your eyes and smile when you see who it was.  

“That cloud has a strange figure, but it is a very attractive figure” you said.

Crosshair was the owner of that shadow. From that perpesctive you could tell how tall he was. He was looking at you standing next to you, and just as you said he looked very attractive in that pose, with one hand on his waist and a toothpick in his mouth.

“A cloud? Really? That's your idea of flirting?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Your hair looks like the color of clouds, maybe a little grayer”

“It sounds as ridiculous as before, even more so”

“Well, I can see a little blush on your cheeks. It didn't seem so ridiculous to you then” you were smiling.

“You imagine things. So what are you doing out here? We're not on a beach”

“Oh, it's just that this planet is pleasant to me. We have seen few planets as nice as this one, so I wanted to take advantage of it”

Crosshair rolls his eyes and moves the toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

“I guess it sounded too corny to you”

“What does it matter? For me all planets are the same” he looks at you.

“But, Cross… Imagine this, almost all your life you lived and live on a rainy planet with gray skies, isn't it nice to be on one that doesn't have any of that?”

“No” he didn't take a second to answer you.

“Come on. Really?”

“I told you, all planets are the same to me. I'm only here for the missions, not to enjoy the scenery… Besides, I've gotten used to a planet like Kamino, so I don't find another planet pleasant”

“You would have to try. Kamino has its touch, but sometimes I'm a bit sad about its rainy and wet weather. Here, on the other hand, there is a blue sky, a soothing wind, not to mention that the grass is pleasant to the touch”

Crosshair sighs and leans down a little, now covering your whole face with his shadow. Now you could only see his face and not the sky.

“You are aware that a droid could appear at any moment, right?”

“I am” you smile.

Your smile was calm, which was very beautiful to Crosshair, but he wasn't going to admit it so easily. He straightens his back and looks at the sky, now allowing you to look at it as well.

“You definitely can't tell if a droid shows up around you. You are vulnerable” he lowers his head and looks at you again.

“You can't know that because you're standing”

“I'm not going to lie on the floor”

“Are you afraid of grass?” you now put on a smirk.

Crosshair frowns, then he pulls the toothpick out of his mouth to throw it in your face and you give a slight laugh at that. Your smile gets bigger when you see him sit down and then lie down on the grass next to you.  

“That wasn't too difficult, was it, Cross?”

“I don't know how you convince me to do this nonsense”

“Perhaps because you love me?”

“Hmmm”

“You don't deny it, so there's your answer. So, opinion?

“Of what?”

“Wasn't it that you lay on the floor to see if I could see if a droid appeared?”

“Right now if a droid appears, you are unable to react in time”

“So I would be dead”

“In short, yes”

“At least I would die seeing a beautiful sky”

You turn your head to the side to look at him, and Crosshair did the same to look at you.

“Sometimes you are ridiculous” he said.

“You already said that” you smile.

“Because it's true” he turns his head to look at the sky again. “But I guess that's one of the many reasons I like you”

“And even though you're a grumpy on many occasions, that's one of the reasons I like you too”

You see him smile and laugh, without opening his mouth. You smile and turn your head to look at the sky again, and remain silent for a few moments.

“I admit, this planet is nice” he said finally.

“See? I told you”

“And that's annoying”

You sigh, but keep smiling, and grab Crosshair's hand, crossing your fingers with his. Again you and he stare at the sky in silence, and being like that with him gave you more peace than being alone. The reason was that you felt at peace being with him, sometimes you forgot about the war, like now. Although he would not admit it so easily, the same thing happened to him, and it was that with you he felt peace, something extremely strange because he was trained for one purpose, but with you that purpose was forgotten to him.

You decide to straighten your back and grab Crosshair's rifle that was resting near you, as he was hardly ever separated from it. You rest it on your knee and point it in a random direction to look through the scope.

“I think I can now watch to see if a droid dares to approach”

Crosshair was still lying down, but decides to tease you, so he raises his arm to caress your ear with his fingers, and even squeeze it a little, tickling you. That's why you raise your shoulder on that side out of pure impulse, as well as lowering your head on that side.

“Cross!” you push his arm with your elbow, and you hear him laugh.

“What?” he was smiling.

You decide not to answer him, so you again look ahead and again take aim with his rifle. It was to be expected that he would annoy you again, but now he scratches your neck with his fingers, obviously tickling you. You managed to laugh, but shut up after a second and  you lower your head to stop him from continuing.

“Hey! Stop! I almost pulled the trigger!”

“It has the safety on, so relax" he smiles. 

You look at him with narrowed eyes, but then you look forward again and again aim the rifle. What you wanted was to look through the scope, to see what was beyond. It looked like Crosshair wasn't going to bother you this time.

You were so innocent to think that. Crosshair finally straightened up, to be next to you, but you didn't notice, and he brings his mouth to your neck to kiss it and instead of giving you pleasure he wanted to tickle you.

“Crosshair!”

This time you couldn't find a way to stop him, the tickling diminished your strength considerably, and he knew it, that's why he continued kissing your neck and even added kisses to your ear. Hearing you laugh only kept him going.

“Crosshair! Really, stop!” 

“You didn't say the magic word" he laughs a little mischievously.

You put the rifle aside, you were trying to stop Crosshair, but he kept tickling you with his kisses, and you kept laughing. All that made you end up lying on your back on the floor again, with him on top of you now, and that made it more comfortable for him to continue his kisses. 

“Fine, fine!” you were still laughing. “Please stop!”

“That's better”

You start to gasp when Crosshair pulls his mouth away from your neck, because you had actually laughed willingly, and he looks at you with a somewhat smug smile.

“You always have to be on the lookout for everything, Y/N"

“Idiot” you give him a gentle push to his face, causing him to look to the side.

Crosshair laughs without opening his mouth and looks back at you. You had your cheeks a little flushed, perhaps because you were embarrassed to have lost your strength like that. He noticed it, so he lowers his face again to bring his lips and yours close together. 

“It's not my fault you get distracted so easily. By the way, nice laugh”

“Sometimes I really hate you” you smile. 

You break the little distance there was between your mouths and bring them together in a kiss. You start caressing his face, and he caressed your waist with one hand. The kiss was loving, and you did not separate, every time you did the distance was minimal and after a second you were united again in another kiss.

You decide to end the kiss by separating, so you grab his face with both hands, make him look up to free his neck and you place a few kisses there. You hear Crosshair moan a little as well as grunt, unlike him earlier you wanted to give him pleasure with those kisses, and it was working. 

“We are not... especially in private, Y/N” he said.

“I know. It's a little payback” you finally give his neck a lick and then go up to kiss his ear.

“Great...” he lets out a sigh of pleasure. “Now it will be hard for me to concentrate on the mission"

“You’re welcome” you smile. 

You raise his hand and start caressing his face again, and he moves his face a little to kiss you on the palm of that hand.  

“You really make me forget about the war... Thank you" he said. 

You didn't expect that to come from him, so your smile gets bigger.

“Cross, I love you...”

“I love you too, my heart”

You kissed again, and the kiss was only affectionate, you just wanted to enjoy each other's closeness. You felt him squeeze your lower lip with his mouth every time you broke away from the kiss to catch your breath, and you start stroking his hair with one hand.