#vaguely golden trio era

[daegutowns]

svt as your hogwarts boyfriend

tags: hogwarts au, gn!reader

gryffindor: seungcheol, hoshi, chan 

seungcheol: quidditch team beater, quidditch team captain

prepare to be sick of him!! 

very competitive, so match days are always so big for him

if you’re not dripped out in gryffindor colors (regardless of which house you’re in), it’s over. he’ll be so pouty and whiny

“baby, it’s match day. why are you not wearing your custom made quidditch jersey i made for you?”  

“don’t talk to me, you’re wearing [house other than gryffindor] colors. nope, obviously you don’t wish me good luck.” 

big bad quidditch team captain has nothing on his lover 

says he plays better when you’re cheering for him 

claims he’s mcgonagall’s best student

he’s actually very good at transfigurations

he wants to be an auror one day, so this is just a step in the process

mcgonagall actually does adore him

very protective of his quidditch team members and would gladly start a fight to defend any one of them (hot-headed but won’t admit it) 

always says he’ll buy you anything, no matter how many galleons he has to spend

actually gets upset if you try to pay for your own chocolate frog on the train

the type to always want to sit next to you if you share a class together (except potions)

hoshi: quidditch team chaser 

he is mr. horanghae…. mr. quidditch is in my blood…. mr. tiger chaser 

his plans are to become a professional quidditch team player

the british national quidditch team coach has already scouted him out

genuinely a quidditch prodigy, since he’s a muggleborn wizard. just picked up a quaffle and was an instant baller 

mcgonagall’s pride and joy…. she lives and breathes quidditch 

he has nothing else going on for him academically, really -- just trying to pass and that’s it lol 

snape hates his guts. didn’t even have to do much, really 

only asks for quidditch stuff for his birthday

he loves when you shout out nonsense stuff like “get ‘em tiger!” or “horanghae!” or “tiger’s gaze!” during the quidditch match. it’s soooo embarrassing for you but it actually gets him fired up 

the type to fall asleep in class and then ask you for notes afterwards 

chan: 

he wants to be on the quidditch team starting line so bad, but he’s been benched… then injured… then benched again… 

but he’s, like, lowkey highkey very good at defense against the dark arts??? 

like, conjured a patronus at the age of 12 kind of good

comes from a family of aurors (his dad’s side), so this kind of just runs in his blood 

he offers to tutor you in it because it’s his greatest passion in life 

of course, he’ll need some tutoring in all the other subjects…. snape has lit his ass on fire (metaphorically, for legal purposes) due to many badly made, strange potions he’s made 

hufflepuff: dk, mingyu, seungkwan, vernon 

mingyu: quidditch team beater 

of course this big puppy is a hufflepuff! but, he’s the most gryffindor-like hufflepuff ever

even the sorting hat had trouble placing him in the correct house, but ultimately chose hufflepuff 

he honestly didn’t even know if he should be trying out for the quidditch team, but dk brought him there and he barely even had to struggle at tryouts

his big frame and strong arms make him an excellent beater

he still has a fear of heights, he just forgets about it during quidditch (like what)

he loves when you praise him for his quidditch skills, especially after a particularly hard practice or grueling game 

he just wants to be held in your arms near the fireplace, is that too much to ask for ?!?!?!!?!!

surprisingly very smart at most subjects too, especially potions

the only thing he struggles with is herbology (like wtf would he be doing near all these screaming plants or oozing flowers????) 

kind of based for a hufflepuff to not be good at herbology bc of professor sprout but alas…. 

he loves care of magical creatures, because he’s like a dog -- just friends with everyone 

he’s kind of like the cedric diggory type ngl -- well liked, friendly, athletic, smart 

the type to want to walk around the castle holding hands all the time 

deekay: quidditch team chaser 

the most stereotypical hufflepuff ever 

so kind, so loyal, so hardworking, so….. 

the happy virus, sunshine, rainbows shooting out of his ass kind of guy

seriously, there’s not one hufflepuff that doesn’t love him 

he plans on becoming a charms professor at hogwarts one day! 

he’s soooo good at charms 

so much so that girls around hogwarts giggle and call him a charmer

like he got people blushing n shit 

turned down the offer to become captain because it was a lot of pressure! he is still going to be the next quidditch team captain next year. 

he simply did not have a choice in this matter 

loves going to hogsmeade and sitting in the three broomsticks with his friends laughing because it’s so cozy. he wants to live in that feeling forever 

the type to send you a love letter by owl on valentines day to watch your reaction while you sit with your friends 

seungkwan: hogwarts choir soprano 

he is THE boo seungkwan of the hogwarts choir! 

professor flitwick (the conductor of the choir) is always amazed at his performance ability. seungkwan has never Not had a solo in the hogwarts annual christmas choir performance 

likes to watch quidditch practices while he does his divination essays 

he feels like it gives them a certain vibe while he makes up dreams about his imaginary rabbit dying for trelawney 

if dk was everyone’s crush, seungkwan is everyone’s friend

there’s no table he’s not welcome to sit at, and definitely no house that would turn him away

the most social butterfly in hogwarts, even more so than the weasley twins

his networking capabilities is insane, but necessary for his life path 

he wants to work in the ministry of magic, close to the minister of magic 

this requires lots of connections! he wants to collect those wizard society inductions like pokemon cards 

the type to ask you to come to his birthday party as a special guest but he actually invited half the castle and dumbledore 

vernon: 

he’s just here for the vibes 

very seriously collecting all the chocolate frog cards. if you see one, please check with vernon to see if he has it or not. he’ll give away the ones he doesn’t need and is always willing to trade

please help him. this is his life’s goal right now

is really good at quidditch but doesn’t really vibe with organized sports, so he just comes to tryouts to play with other people

tried to start a recreational interhouse quidditch team to play outside of the house matches but it turned messy so he gave up 

really good at herbology and care of magical creatures! he just understands 

not sure what he wants to do in the future, but he’s honestly down for whatever

the type to ask you if you’re free for a date and then forget, so you both end up just asking the house elves in the kitchen for food 

ravenclaw: jun, wonwoo, woozi

jun: quidditch team chaser  

another person who is just here for the ride

just naturally gifted at a lot of subjects, so he doesn’t really study that much for the exams either. it really makes other people mad

once you asked him for help in a class (“jun, why is this the right answer?”) and he just gave too vague answers (“that’s just the order the things are put in.”) that you just kind of gave up 

will definitely be asleep in class if you let him 

history of magic is spent 90% of the time with his head on the desk sleeping away zzz

sometimes just gets really sleepy, what can he say???

a really good chaser, but just plays quidditch because it’s fun

he goes to practice because games/matches are more fun when you’re actually good at playing 

self-dubbed “arthur wen of quidditch”

what does it mean??? you will have to ask him yourself

the type to sneak you into his bed on friday nights so you can spend all weekend cuddling together

wonwoo: prefect  

what an absolute heartthrob

he’s not really a man of many words, so he was genuinely surprised when he became a prefect for his house 

is actually a very understanding and caring prefect

he doesn’t really like taking points away from other houses or giving out detentions and only uses it as a last resort 

you can usually find him reading novels/writing essays in the library (madam pince is very enamored with him) or playing wizard chess in the ravenclaw common room

he’s VERY good at wizard’s chess

if he could be a professional wizard’s chess player, he would.

ron weasley has nothing on jeon wonwoo

a lot of younger ravenclaws like asking him questions because he always explains things so thoroughly and patiently

tutors younger students in other houses for extra money -- fellow ravenclaws free of charge! -- and sends it to his family 

wants to be a professor at hogwarts but still isn’t sure which subject he wants to teach. he figures he could be a librarian like madam pince if he were allowed to be

the type to gift you a new book on christmas every year and highlight/annotate things that reminded him of you 

woozi: 

also legendary in the hogwarts choir

he arranges all the pieces for both the choir and band

wants to be a professional wizard producer and music writer

once got to meet the weird sisters and got a random muggle t-shirt signed by them that he carries like his most prized possession

other than that, he just like hanging out with you, his friends, and going to the quidditch matches whenever ravenclaw plays 

he’s not really that interested in other house matches unless it’s an important one that affects ravenclaw 

he tries to be interested in your house’s matches too (if you’re not a ravenclaw) but you can tell he would rather not 

tends to befriend a lot of gryffindors (like seungcheol and hoshi) for some reason unknown to even himself 

the type to write poems to you when he gets bored in class 

slytherin: jeonghan, joshua, hao

jeonghan: prefect

oh, don’t even try to mess with him, because he will get you back and worse 

definitely takes advantage of his prefect status way more than he should, but rules are meant to be bent 

sneaks you into the prefect bathroom because “you shouldn’t have to take a bath with the rest of the normies” or so he says. 

likes pranks and practical jokes, so he often turns a blind eye to the weasley twins when they stir up trouble 

they have an unspoken partnership

weasley twins don’t prank him, jeonghan doesn’t snitch on them 

it’s honestly a win-win for both of them. 

he’s really good at charms

this is mostly because it teaches you shortcuts of how to do everyday things but just faster and lazier with magic 

his favorite is using the duplication charm to make copies of polaroids he took with you so both of you can have a copy of it 

he likes messing with the younger students and getting them to loosen up (like what are they always so serious for?) with him + reminding people when to have fun (but also when to buckle up!) 

the type to ask you on a date to three broomsticks and then prank you into thinking he forgot his wallet in his room 

joshua: head boy 

classic head boy vibes from a gentle sexy. jk he is so chaotic, but no one really expects it from him until after he gets all these privileges 

you want a permit to paint a brick pink? just a single brick? okay done.

you want to rearrange the quidditch trophies by most to least impressive accomplishment? okay done. 

you want to take a date walking around the castle while he patrols the hallways? okay done. 

he lives for the things that are ambiguously not breaking the rules but definitely not abiding by them either 

kind of athletic (grew up playing quidditch in his neighborhood around the other wizard children) but never liked it enough to actually play for the team

it’s way too competitive + he wants more time for you. it’s already hard enough with all the head boy stuff 

also was in the hogwarts band but then it was too much work so he only did it for a year 

very gifted in potions and transfigurations! 

he always wants you to teach him the more boring subjects like history of magic since he always finds himself doodling instead of listening or dozing off in that class

his dream is to become a healer at st. mungo’s hospital for magical maladies

likes to tease you that you’re mrs. head boy 

he treats you like you’re the first lady and he’s the president. it’s a very american way of thinking, but then again, he is american. 

if he catches you doing bad stuff, you’re legally required to write him a love letter. it’s the rules. no detention, no points taken away from your house. just a nice love letter. 

the type to let you dress/style him for all your dates because he wants to have matching outfits always

hao: quidditch team seeker

he’s actually one of the most popular people in slytherin house due to his insane skills as seeker

his catch rate is insane, like he can sniff out the snitch on the field

he’s already set to play for the national team in the U20 league and for the montrose magpies (the british-irish quidditch league team with the most wins)

his knack for flying was discovered during their first year flying class with madam hooch. after the class, she spoke with snape and set him up to shadow the quidditch team to be on the starting lineup starting his second year

he pretends like he doesn’t care if you come support his matches or not but is always visibly happy when you do

the times when you can’t because you’ve got a big essay due the next day or you’re sick is when he pretends he doesn’t mind (because you gotta focus on yourself too!) 

his favorite subject is divination (because he really vibes with the tea leaf readings)

but, his best subject is astronomy. he’s the best student as has been the best student in astronomy out of your entire year (all 7 years!) 

the type to ask you if you want to share your scarf while you walk around the castle together 

[stardust-kenobi]

Borrowed Potion

Remus Lupin x F!Reader x Sirius Black

Summary: After a long day, Remus suggests using the veritaserum he borrowed from Severus in a game of truth or dare with you and Sirius. You aren't able to hide your feelings any longer after just a few drops of the potion.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT, piv sex, mfm threesome, fingering, oral, drinking, tipsy sex, friends to lovers, platonic wolfstar

A/N: I’m a golden trio era gal for Sirius and Remus (older men are my weakness) but details are left vague enough to be read as mauraders era if that’s ur cup o’tea (no mention of age, etc). Also this is Remus x F!Reader x Sirius but no Wolfstar (sorry). Enjoy!

P.S -- happy holidays! <3

Read on AO3

You’d barged into Sirius’ apartment like you owned the place. Remus sat in the living room, his eyes locked onto you the moment the door swung open, seemingly startled but happy to see you. Sirius was leaning against the kitchen counter, a pleased smirk plastered on his face at the sight of you.

“It’s been an awful fucking day” you groaned, a frown falling upon your lips, heading straight to the fridge to grab a drink.

“Hello to you, too” Sirius raised his brows at your sudden entrance. Despite his apparent tone, he was amused, not annoyed.

“Sorry…thanks for the spare key. Normally you know I would’ve called ahead but I just came straight here from work” You countered.

“It’s no trouble, darling. That’s why I gave you the key in the first place” Sirius approached you, setting down his drink and wrapping you into a friendly hug, “I’ll make you a drink, what would you like?”

Sirius smelled of oak and musk, which you held on to as you pulled apart from the embrace.

“Surprise me” you smiled back to him, “Hi, Remus” You smirked shyly, turning to look at his sweet face.

“Hello, Y/N” He began, offering a warm smile, “y’alright?”

“I’m fine. Just need to decompress” You sigh, slumping into the couch cushion beside him. It felt normal and right as you rested your head against his shoulder. His scent differed from Sirius. It was masculine, still, but with hints of sandalwood and linen, you admired the aroma with your head buried in his sweater.

Sirius came to the couch, handing you a glass filled with a strong drink. As you grabbed the glass, Sirius' reassuring smile made you feel warm and fuzzy.

Remus and Sirius were your dearest and closest friends and you loved them so much. But although the friendly nature of your relationship was clear, you couldn’t help but become mesmerized over their good looks any time you were near them. The way they took care of you and the way they talked to you would make any woman buckle at the knees.

You told yourself they probably didn’t feel the same way about you, although this was more of a delusion than anything, considering you frequently noticed their wandering eyes. You couldn’t deny that when you’re alone at night and your wandering fingers find their way to your clit, it’s Remus and Sirius you thought about. It’s the fantasy of them fucking you senseless that dances in your head even right at this moment as you rest next to Remus.

They’d never actually touched you or even made a move on you before, though. They took you in when you became friends many months ago, during a low point in your life, and took care of you. They always took such great care of you.

“So what we were you guys up to before I barged in?” You pondered, shaking the image from your head.

“Just a few drinks, nothing interesting” Remus shrugged while holding his attention to you for a few seconds longer than he should have.

You sulked a bit, which Sirius took note of.

“What the matter?” He pondered, his furrowed brows indicating his attempt to read you.

“Can we do something fun?” You asked insistently.

“Like what?” Sirius responded curiously.

“Dunno…Anything” You shrugged your shoulders in almost a juvenile way.

“I’ve got an idea” Remus smirked.

Remus pulled a small dark green vial from his coat pocket that held a clear liquid. There were maybe only a few drops that lingered in the bottom of the container.

“And what might that be, Remus?” You cocked your head when you asked, a curious little grin creeping onto your face.

“This little number…” Remus paused as he handed it to you, “is veritaserum. Courtesy of Severus Snape”

You gasped and snatched the vial of truth-telling liquid from Remus.

“No way he gave this to you” You shook your head in disbelief.

“I may have borrowed it without his knowledge” He chuckled.

“Oh sure, you ‘borrowed’ it” You teased, nudging him with your arm playfully.

“Well, he was likely trying to discard it, but I found it and…you only need a few drops for someone to start spilling their secrets” He reminded you. “So, how about a good old-fashioned round of truth or dare?” Remus suggested with a heavy emphasis on the 'truth' part.

“But you just said there’s only enough serum for like...one person” You realized, frowning a bit.

“Well, you wanted to do something fun. How about you drink it?” Sirius suggested, "besides..that small amount won't last long anyways, so, what have you got to lose?"

You bit your lip, knowing the consequences of what could happen. You were practically in love with both men, and it was bound to come out if you were under the effects of the veritaserum.

You didn’t let yourself think about it much longer before throwing it back and letting the spare drops trickle down your throat. Perhaps this would be a...good opportunity.

It was instant. Such an overwhelming urge came over you to tell them things you wouldn’t dare think of sharing before. Thankfully, you were able to hold it back by slapping a hand to your mouth. It felt like being drunk, but the effects lived solely in your mind, leaving your body sober.

Sirius threw back his drink carelessly, and Remus followed suit. You looked at their empty glasses and decided you better catch up. If you’re going to spill your soul, you might as well be actually tipsy. The liquor burned down the sides of your throat, as you swallowed quickly and covering your mouth once more.

“This should be fun” Sirius chuckled as he leaned back in the couch on the opposite end of the room.

“Alright darling, truth or dare?” Remus began.

“Truth” You quickly blurted before returning your hand to your mouth to control your potential outbursts.

“Tell us one thing you’ve never told anyone else”

“Mm hm mm hmm” you mumbled through your hand. Oh god, you thought. The words you tried to push out were shocking.

“Without your hand” Remus laughed, pulling your hand from your lips. His fingertips were delicate against the skin of your palm.

“I touch myself thinking about both of you” You blurted quickly. Your cheeks burned cherry red.

You could’ve heard a pin drop with the silence that followed.

“That was not what I was expecting to hear” Sirius began sadistically chuckling, his gaze dancing between you and Remus.

"Oh my god I cannot believe I just said that" You gasped. "This is so not fair" You scoffed playfully and threw your head back.

Things were going just as it always went when the three of you drank. Veritaserum or not, a little bit of alcohol in your system and you always talked about sex. And lots of it. It always created such indescribable tension between all three of you, and you had to admit, it lit a fire in you.

Usually you'd exchange stories of your sexual experiences, and you couldn't help but notice they were always overly-eager to hear about yours.

"Do tell us more, dear. We would love to hear it" Remus's cheeks grew red as he looked over to you curiously. Although he sat beside you, his figure felt as though it towered over you.

"I fantasize about it...a lot" You continued, swallowing your nerves. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, even considering how embarrassed you were.

“Well…Pads…that is interesting isn’t it?”

“Certainly is” Sirius, being the sly man that he is, cared very little to dance around his desires any longer, “Have you ever had a threesome?” He smirked, sipping his refilled whisky once more.

“No, but I'd love for you to both fuck me at the same time” You expressed casually, as if this was normal conversation to be had with your friends.

Your eyes grew wider and you blushed, reacting to your own words as if someone else had spoken them. But no, it was just you and your deepest desires coming to light.

You barely hid your devious smile as it disappeared behind the cover of your hand once more. The only threesome you’d ever wanted was with the two men staring at you like you were their next meal.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a wordless message to one another, using the subtlety of nods and raised brows to understand what they were going to do next.

Remus gently rested his palm on your knee before leaning over to plant a soft kiss upon your neck. You breathed out delicately into a small moan. You locked eyes with Sirius across the room, who devoured you with his gaze while he shifted in his seat on the sofa.

Remus worked away at trailing kisses up your jaw and onto your open lips. You moaned softly into him as you brought your hands up to his face, pulling him into you.

The small amount of liquor you drank danced in your veins, making you warm and fuzzy with desire. That mixed with the serum to give you the confidence you needed to act on your fantasies, now that you were given the opportunity.

You allowed Remus to explore you with his hands, which first landed from your collarbones down to your breasts. He was gentle, at first, before giving them a firm squeeze. His lips left yours, inching down your neck once more. Remus' hands found the bottom hem of your top. You eagerly assisted, letting him pull it above your head.

Sirius had remained quiet until that moment. You could hear the deep breath that he sucked in with the view of your bra that came into view. It was evident that he was dying to get his hands on you, but took just as much pleasure in watching Remus get you hot and bothered only a few feet away from him.

"Is this what you want, Y/N?" Sirius purred, watching as Remus laid you down on the couch before hovering above you. You snapped your attention to him, catching sight of his devious smirk.

"More than anything" You whimpered.

Kisses continued to be planted across your bare skin. As Remus hovered above you, you could feel the bulge that pressed firmly against the cloth of his pants brushing against your leg. You moved your leg to rub against it. Remus's brows furrowed in response as he looked deep into your eyes. His hand quickly found its way between your legs, applying pressure to your aching nerves.

God…Oh, god how did you end up here? Only moments ago you were casually spending time with your best friends, and now here you were...your mind in a daze of ecstasy and excitement.

Sirius stood to his feet, slowly walking over to the other sofa where you lay. Remus looked up at him and nodded, as if they had some sort of way to communicate telepathically. Sirius knelt beside you, caressing your face.

"Let's move this to the bedroom, yeah?" Sirius suggested, lifting you into his arms as all three of you moved into the next room.

After he placed you in the middle of the bed, Remus removed your pants. Your matching bra and panties came in handy today. The black lace accentuated every curve just perfectly, making their mouths water at the sight.

“Oh my darling, look at you” Remus’ voice trembled despite his best efforts to compose himself in the moment. They both hovered over you on their knees. It was deliciously overwhelming.

“Such a pretty little thing aren’t you?” Sirius smirked before gritting his teeth, his frustration building so much inside him.

“P-please” You whimpered pathetically.

“What is it? Tell us what you want” Remus teased at a whisper, pressing his lips dangerously close to your ear. Chills shot down your body. He began rubbing you again through the fabric of your panties.

“Both of you” You muttered, your body involuntarily rolling against the gentle touch of their fingertips exploring every inch of your skin.

Sirius and Remus didn’t anticipate the night ending like this. It all happened so fast. They’d wanted you so badly, for so long. All it took was a few drops of veritaserum and a dangerous game of truth or dare to put you in their grasp.

Only in your dreams had you seen this. Both of them hungry for you and only you. Their full attention all on you.

Thank Merlin for liquor and a careless Professor Snape, you thought. The liquid courage you knew you needed to finally act on your urges was aiding your actions and your every thought. You were sober enough to make your decision, but just enough careless to not hold back. The fuzziness that made your mind float felt so right.

So here you were, being ravaged by the hands and mouths of the most breath-taking men as they worshiped your still partially-clothed body.

“Hold her, Moony” Sirius instructed.

You were at their mercy. Whatever they decided to do with you was their call. You’d let them do whatever they wanted. Anything.

Remus shifted himself beneath you, laying against the headboard, holding you with your back pressed into his chest. The bed in Sirius’s flat was soft and inviting.

Sirius moved to the edge of the bed, bringing his mouth to your aching heat.

“Let’s get these out of the way, yeah?” He pulled at the delicate fabric, moving your panties to the side, instead of removing them, “they just look so good on you, baby”.

The cool air blew over the wetness already glistened on your pussy. Sirius groaned lowly with hunger for what was laid out in front of him.

A strangled whimper fell from your lips as Sirius pressed his tongue against your throbbing clit. Remus began kissing at your ear before trailing pecks down the side of your neck. You’d never been so turned on. This sort of attention was like nothing you’d ever experienced.

Remus hands worked to pull down your bra gently, revealing your breasts.

“You are so perfect” Remus whispered to you admirably. You looked back to him and pressed your lips upon his, shooting sparks between you two. Moans slipped into Remus’ mouth as Sirius inserted two fingers inside of you to heighten your pleasure.

“Is he making you feel good, love?” Remus purred in your ear as you pulled away from his lips to watch Sirius. His tongue worked fervently at your clit.

“Uh-huh” you desperately breathed.

“You’ve got to taste her, she’s a dream” Sirius groaned as his face revealed your slickness coating his mouth.

Remus reached from behind you, bringing his delicate fingers to your wet and swollen bud. He rubbed you gently and you curled your hips up into his touch.

He quickly pulled it away, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal.

“You do taste sweet” he praised, placing his finger in your own mouth to allow you to taste yourself, “here”.

“Shall you do the honors, Moony?” Sirius nodded, moving himself off the bed for a moment.

“Ready for me to fuck you, darling?” Remus whispered softly, pulling your hair away from your neck to plant gentle pecks along your shoulder.

You nodded in approval. They both worked quickly and eagerly to remove their clothes. You unhooked and removed your bra, freeing your breasts. At the same time, Remus pulled your panties off your body and swapped places with Sirius, positioning himself between your legs. Sirius rested on his knees next to your face on the bed.

Sirius stroked himself softly while he watched Remus line himself up with your entrance.

"You okay?" Remus asked, his gentle smile warming your heart as he checked on you before he pressed the tip of his cock right between your legs.

"Yes...please fuck me" You begged him desperately, earning even more of a precious grin on his expression.

"You sound so sweet when you beg, darling" Sirius purred, hooking his finger beneath your chin to bring your lips to his. He devoured you, slipping his tongue over your lips. Your brought your hand to wrap firmly around his cock, replacing his own hand.

Just then, an overwhelming sensation of fullness came over you as Remus buried himself fully inside you. You gasped, breaking away from Sirius' lips.

"Fuck" You whined. Watching where your bodies connected so beautifully. His lustful expression made it appear as though he was in heaven, holding himself fully sheathed inside you.

Sirius pulled your face to look back at him while Remus began thrusting steadily.

"Look at me while he fucks you, baby" Sirius insisted, whimpering softly while you stroked him.

"You take me so well" Remus moaned between each passionate thrust.

You wrapped your lips around Sirius' cock, lowering all the way down and taking him completely. Tears welled in your eyes as his length pressed the back of your throat.

"Ah, fuck, baby, that's it" He praised while gripping the back of your head. Before you could pull back, Sirius began fucking your face.

The way they handled your body as you were fucked from both ends showed the built up tension they were unleashing upon you.

As Remus fucked you hard, his hips slapping firmly against yours, Sirius cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.

The curling of Remus' hips brushed your most sensitive spot. Along with the motions on your clit pushed you near the edge.

The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of Remus' thrusts, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Sirius to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.

"Oh my god" You cried out, feeling your shaking legs tremble beneath Remus. He slowed to allow you a moment to catch your breath.

"You're making me jealous, Moony. I think its my turn, yeah?" Sirius teased.

"You gonna let Pads have your pussy, too?" Remus smirked, gently pulling his length from you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness and nodded your head, "You dirty girl" he teased.

Sirius motioned for you to turn around. You obeyed, getting on your hands and knees and arching your back for his ease of access. You needed to be filled again...you needed it so desperately.

He wasted no time as he quickly got behind you, slamming his full length into your aching cunt. You choked on your moan, feeling so wonderfully overwhelmed by it.

"Oh, Y/N" Sirius breathed out, letting the euphoric feeling of being inside you overcome him.

Remus allowed you to adjust to Sirius before placing the tip of his cock, still wet with your arousal, on your swollen lips.

"If your mouth is even half as good as your cunt, I won't last much longer darling" Remus said softly before you took him entirely onto your tongue.

"Yeah, that's our good girl...letting us fuck you like this" Sirius praised you as his thrusts became brutal and quick. You could tell from their sounds of pleasure the motion of their hips that they were both close to their release.

"You both fuck me so good" You whimpered pathetically, taking a breath and pulling away from Remus.

"Your ours. All ours" Sirius groaned, his tone was possessive and rough.

Sirius was ruthless the pacing of his thrusts. He fucked you like he missed you. Like he'd waited forever to feel you.

"Suck my cock, darling" Remus instructed, guiding your mouth back to his length, "Yes, that's it" He threw his head back, enamored with the pleasure you brought him.

Remus and Sirius were in a continuous state of euphoria. Neither of them thought they'd ever have you like this. They'd dreamed of it, but never thought it would ever be real.

They both found perfect rhythm, fucking your pussy and your mouth at the same pace.

"Come for him, Y/N...come on his cock like you did for me" Remus encouraged you.

"I can feel her, she's close" Sirius gripped your hips, using them as leverage to deepen the swing of his hips, causing your ass to slap against his thighs repeatedly.

It was all too much, in the best possible way. Their praises did so much to push you over the edge.

As your second release built within you, your body grew tense, which they both noticed. It tightened up inside you, threatening to let loose any second. All it took was one final thrust from both ends to unravel the tension.

Your orgasm overtook every fiber of your being, radiating further than your first. A mess of profanities and whimpering filled the room as stars danced in your eyes.

"Good girl" Sirius praised you, slowing his thrusts while he allowed you to ride through your high.

Both men must've exchanged an unspoken message to one another once again, because they both pulled their lengths from you at the same time, leaving you terribly empty. You whined in disappointment.

"Lay down" Remus instructed. You did as he asked, laying down on your back. They both sat back and stared you down.

"You said you touch yourself thinking about us" Sirius began, "Show us…show us how you do it"

Your heart began beating even faster. How erotic it felt to pleasure yourself while they watched. They stoked themselves, admiring you so carefully.

You smirked, parting your legs and bringing your fingers in between your trembling thighs.

Slowly, you rubbed circles on your clit, hesitating at first to look them in their eyes. Even though they'd just fucked you senseless, something felt so much more intimate about this and you felt almost...nervous, but...you loved it. Their moaning indicated their edging nearer the release they craved.

You rubbed yourself faster now, finally finding the confidence to look them in the eyes, shooting your gaze back and forth between them. They looked at you as if you were the only woman in the whole world. You wondered how many times this very fantasy had danced through their imaginations. Finally having the opportunity to admire their impressive sizes, you were so turned on by the way they pleasured themselves while enjoying the sight of you.

"That's our girl...keep going" Remus begged.

You shut your eyes and threw your head back, feeling your third orgasm approaching quickly.

“Oh yes, just like that” Sirius encouraged you, enamored with the way you worked your fingers on your clit and bucked into your own touch.

Once again, that familiar tingling made itself known at your core. Your whimpering moans grew louder as you picked up the pace and focused on your pleasure.

"Gonna c- fuck...gonna come on you baby" Sirius growled.

You spilled over the edge, letting your orgasm pulse through your veins and overtake you. Just then, as your pleasurable cries fell from your lips, both Remus and Sirius' motions faltered in their weakness as they came on you, their release coating your tits and stomach.

"Fuuuuck" Remus cried out, followed by Sirius' intense moans of approval as you all three came together. It was the most erotic experience you'd ever felt

You chest rose and fell with your heavy breathing, trying to catch your breath as you floated down gracefully.

Sirius and Remus did the same, falling to either side of you on the bed. There were several moments of blissful silence, allowing you all come down in peace.

"Y'alright, Y/N?" Remus spoke softly, pulling a stray strand of hair from your cheek.

"Never ever been better" You chuckled.

Sirius grabbed a towel and wiped your body clean of their release before cuddling back up next to you and Remus.

"I do hope your bad day is a little bit better now, dear" Sirius teased.

"That was certainly long overdue wasn't it?" You sighed.

"Shall we thank Severus next time we see him?" Sirius proposed.

"I don't think that's a good idea" Remus laughed sweetly before you all three fell asleep together.

[thebibutterflyao3]

A friend of mine is trying to drag me into the Drarry/Dramione fandom. As a Marauders girly, I can see some parallels between Drarry and Jegulus, so I am intrigued. Pandalily and Linny have similar vibes too.

Dramione though…gives me Snily vibes and I just can’t. It sort of sucks because I’ve read some beautifully written fics with great banter, but either one or both are taken so far out of character that they might as well be someone else entirely, or there is zero chemistry and the whole thing feels forced.

Perhaps it’s because I know so much about these characters. I think it’s easier to suspend disbelief with the Marauders because a lot of what we know is vague and could be interpreted multiple ways, while Golden Trio era really isn’t.

Or maybe it’s the fact that the burden of Draco’s redemption is usually put on Hermione’s shoulders, or isn’t triggered until she gives him a reason, that makes me cringe. It’s the same vibe I’ve seen in posts from Snily fans and it disturbs me.

As a Jegulus fan, obviously the redeemed death eater bit doesn’t bother me, but I don’t love the “James is the only reason Regulus changes” trope either. My conclusion thus far is that Dramione is too big of a leap for me and I prefer Linny to Drarry.

I will say that the Ginny/Pansy fics (not sure of their ship name) give Dorlene vibes, which is wild.

[clownakai]

Bleh. Pinned post time 💥

Hi! I'm Atlas and this is where I'm very neurotypical about DetCo :)

Here's a helpful guide to the things I will probably talk about the most:

☆ My favorite clown in the whole wide world (Akai Shuuichi/Okiya Subaru)

☆ The Akai siblings in general

☆ Movie 24 <- guy who is extremely neurotypical about this thing

☆ The "Shuuichi and Conan as absolutely unhinged unofficial father and son" agenda

☆ The "Shuuichi and Jodie as the best friends they deserved to be" agenda

☆ Whiskey Trio Era 💥💥💥

☆ Whiskey Trio (OT3 edition), Scotchrye, Akam

☆ my WIPs

More info under the cut :)

Character tags!

☆ #! [character name] -> I can and will assign random posts to characters. This is how I keep track of them

☆ #subaruposting, #shuuichiposting -> I get gender envy sometimes okay. Leave me alone (explodes)

Miscellaneous tags!

☆ #yapping time -> welcome to Atlas Reading Too Much Into Irrelevant And/Or Largely Inconsequential Things (may or may not be backed by actual manga/anime screenshots) ^_^^

☆ #brainworms time -> writing tag!

☆ #my sandbox now -> general headcanons tag!

☆ #m24 my beloved -> I'm normal about this movie I promise

☆ #atlas.exe -> memes/shitposts/you name it

☆ #detco rewatch, #detco reread -> what it says on the tin

☆ #detco text posts -> meme format specific tag (I like scrolling through these :3)

☆ #detco spoilers -> recent manga chapters tag!! Beware!!

List of WIP/AU tags!

☆ #genderfuckery AU: none of the Akai siblings are cis 💚 unfortunately for everyone they have to figure that out first. Specifics are as follows:

#genderfuckery: the slut shirt fic -> Akai Shuuichi

TBD -> Haneda Shuukichi

TBD -> Sera Masumi

☆ #almost people AU: general vaguely eldritch fuckery re: various characters. Specifics are as follows:

#almost people: soliloquist -> Akai Shuuichi

TBD -> Miyano Shiho

TBD -> Vermouth

TBD -> Edogawa Conan

#almost people: golden -> Hagiwara Chihaya

☆ #amnesiac akai AU: what it says on the tin 💚 things go wrong at Raiha Pass, and Shuuichi ends up actually scarred and amnesiac, disappearing from everyone's radar— including the good guys'. He's fine though, just living his best life out there. Camel suffers as a direct consequence of this. Also, Shuuichi and Subaru are separate people here, and this may or may not be a slight crossover with something else (purely for comedic potential). No real plot tbh, but I do find it funny to build upon it from time to time

☆ #pokemon AU: also what it says on the tin 💚 originally started as me assigning teams to detco characters and immediately devolved into whiskey trio angst + general clownery. Mostly a silly little AU I occasionally write snippets for

Dynamic-specific tags!

☆ #unofficial father and son -> anything Shuuichi & Conan adjacent

☆ #the fucking akai family -> exactly what it says on the tin

☆ #we could have had it all -> Shuuichi & Jodie agenda save me

☆ #nagano gang -> exactly what it says on the tin

☆ #OTP: they keep me sane -> Yumi/Shuukichi tag

☆ #OTP: divorce of the century -> Rei/Shuuichi tag

☆ #OTP: they make me sick -> Scotch/Rye tag

☆ #OTP: literally married -> Hiro/Rei tag

☆ #OTP: insane soulmateism -> Heishin tag

‼️ Disclaimer: I use OTP very loosely here— more for tag format convenience than anything. Shipping is less important to me than you'd think.

💥 This post may be subject to future changes! 💥

[bluef00t]

thoughts on the ironhide storyline?

Knights of the Golden Circle: the Atomic Robo arc so peak that it's singled out in the site preview blurb.

Well, I'm assuming you mean that, and there isn't an Ironhide RSA I missed. (I'd read it! I prefer the spinoff genre characters to the real-person teams, which may defeat the purpose of the title Real Science Adventures, but whatever.)

"Thoughts." That's vague. Well, I love the bonkers set-up. There are other arcs that can absolutely only be done once (Ghost of Station X, Savage Sword of Dr. Dinosaur, Vengeful Dead), but only this one has the quality of Brian + Scott leaning in like "Okay. We know. We swore that causality is sacred and there will be NO time shenanigans, and that's STILL true. But just this once we're going to bend our own rule slightly, because we really, really, really want our robot to get to be a cowboy. Thanks for understanding."

The art's fantastic. I'm glad this one made it under the wire for the era of pencil-lined Robo volumes because the subtle textures really complete the grungy dusty look. The colors, too. Robo's electric blue and vril's crystalline pink stand out like alien intrusions in the sepia-toned world. Mwah.

My first time reading, I felt like it was a cop-out on the stable time loop to make Ironhide real in his own right. But since then my opinion has reversed! It cultivates a real air of Old West legend for Robo to be preceded by whispers of a reputation so shrouded in mystery that he doesn't even know it. I now actually think it should've taken Robo until maybe his dozenth public superhuman feat to realize I May Be Contributing To The Legend Somewhat.

Robo's initial interest in Ironhide strikes me as a riff on kids latching onto representation in comics. Especially when characters "like you" are stereotyped or absent, so you imprint on someone who isn't supposed to be like you, but represents your personal experience way more. But I'm probably projecting there.

Paradoxically to my RSA opinions, I like historical cameos in Robo proper. Holliday + Reeves + Robo are a really fun trio. Helsie is a fine "final boss", but I'm glad more time was spent on Caldwell's gang to get our fill of saloon shootouts and train chases first.

As an aside—pulps have a tendency to pick a villain from an "anti-American" political group with little thought put toward their underlying ideologies. (Which is how you get "our blonde superhuman can out-punch the Nazi ubermensch, so there" and incoherent Soviet/Nazi team-ups.) I point this out to say that the writing in Robo is generally better than that. It may tiptoe around historical politics a little (Helsingard is a Nazi collaborator, the Knights used to be Confederates), but the pulpy cyborg plot keeps at least one throughline: these were people in the human trafficking business for power and profit. And of the legends of the old west, Bass Reeves would have some very strong convictions about that.

Honestly a weakness here is that the story gives you a lot of hints in place of explanations and just trusts you'll work it out. Like the FIFTEEN YEAR timeskip. I only NOW, writing this, realized that the dates on the wall (which make no sense as "where am I in history?" guesses) are probably reactor lifespan calculations.

It's a better problem to have than agonizing infodumps or actual plot holes, but in some cases I liked my initial assumptions better than the real answers! Like, I first thought he was using his own heart to power his gadgets, and that's what was killing him so fast. Would've been metal if true. (I guess he did rebuild himself to make that possible later.)

Well, even minus that. It's a tasty cowboy trope for the protagonist to know they're already dying (or I've just listened to Streets of Laredo too many times) and a great time travel trope for the ending to be a foregone conclusion and our protagonist to still fight like hell to the bitter end. Yesssss.

In a way, this is already how readers experience the historical stories, trying to piece together the cost for this preordained victory with scraps of historical knowledge and faith that it will all make sense eventually. But this time Robo's in on it, too.

[dhr-ao3]

The Pride

The Pride https://ift.tt/WIwvgCX by BlackRose344 With the disappearance of the Golden Trio and Voldemort’s early, sane rise from the dead, the Wizarding World of Britain is tense for the other shoe to drop. However, Lord Voldemort wishes for no more magical blood to be spilled, so he endeavors for peace during the summer before the Golden Trio’s third year. There are many questions regarding where the three are and how they will be found, but ultimately, it was a waiting game. Waiting finally paid off as Harry, Hermione, and Ron arrived at the Burrow a day before the train was set to leave. There were some interrogations by concerned family members, but the Trio simply shrugged off questions with vague, non-answers. How will this new tentative peace hold in Britain? Where were Harry, Ron, and Hermione during the summer? What are these lions roaming around Hogwarts? Words: 2999, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Multi Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Malfoy Family (Harry Potter), Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Rabastan Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange/Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Magical Animagi, Golden Trio | Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, The Golden Trio Era (Harry Potter), Soulmate AU, Sane Tom Riddle, Early Return Voldemort, Good light side, Death Eaters aren't Evil, Sort Of, They aren't the antags, Chaotic Golden Trio, The Houses are more connected then initally thought, Lion Pride Gryffindors, Snake Pit Slytherins, Badger Den Hufflepuffs, Eagle Roost Ravenclaws, Magical Theory, Spirit summoning is a little different here, Chi/Haki is body-oriented magic, Ancient Runes with a fun little twist, More tags added as I deem necessary via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/O1FYmda July 14, 2024 at 10:17PM

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Chapter 7: Halloween

Abbie lifts her third energy drink of the evening to her lips, meaning to take another swig, only to find that it's empty, and groans. It's 10PM on a Monday, three days from Halloween (and only two days until what they like to call Hell Night at the station, where the inevitable onslaught of underage drinking and DUIs, frostbitten toes from poorly-dressed teens, and juvenile pranks involving toilet paper and raw eggs, making an absolute mess of other people's cars and homes, pours into their headquarters and keeps them up way past schedule, wasting their precious time…Abbie wonders with a vague bitterness how many prank phone calls involving sightings of headless horsemen and murders by battle axe blades they'll get at the office this year…if only they knew the truth) and Abbie is buried to her neck in unfinished paperwork that she'd had to take home from the office.

It wouldn't be nearly as much of a challenge to stay awake and get all of it finished if Ichabod would just shut up. Over the past couple of weeks, he'd managed to breeze through the rest of her Harry Potter collection, including Quidditch Through The Ages and Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, and was now utterly beside himself and bored out of his mind if they talked of anything other than the series and its logical flaws, its many, many (completely unfair and quite frankly rude, in his own words) character deaths, or theories revolving around the golden trio's current whereabouts and career prospects…or, what Abbie liked to call Post-Potter Depression. (In fact, Abbie still can't mention Fred Weasley's or Sirius Black's names without Ichabod getting all choked up.)

To cheer him up, she'd decided to show him the movie adaptations. He'd loved the first two, of course, but when it came to the third one, he had actually gotten up halfway through and stormed out of the living room in a huff. Apparently, he couldn't handle the fact that they'd left out so many important details from the book, and nothing Abbie said could convince him to give the other five movies a chance. So earlier tonight, when Ichabod had started badgering her into yet another conversation about which magical degree of study and career she would pursue, Abbie had decided to introduce him to regular, cable television.

That had been a mistake.

The first channel that Ichabod had landed on had been SyFy, and he had watched, eyes wide with awe and wonder, as a young couple in their early twenties had entered an abandoned old warehouse in the middle of the woods.

"What on earth are you doing?" Ichabod had exclaimed. "The sign on the barbed wire fence clearly stated that this place would be dangerous, delivering its warning in large, emboldened lettering! How could you have possibly missed it?"

"I don't know if we should be doing this," said the young woman on the television. "I mean, the sign said No Trespassing. We might get in trouble."

"Oh. So you did see the sign, and are deliberately disobeying it. Lovely. That's intelligent," Ichabod scoffed, throwing his hands into the air.

The young man beside her took her hand, flashed her a brilliant, blindingly white smile worthy of a sparkly, douchebag vampire in a YA Lit novel, and assured her that no one would ever find out that they were here. That the rumors of an escaped murder convict that had been possessed by a demon weren't true. That it would be romantic.

Ichabod made an irritated sound at the back of his throat, and Abbie couldn't help but smile to herself. Didn't matter what era you come from, apparently…low-budget, pseudo science fiction thrillers would always be crap.

The young couple slipped in through the gigantic, gaping hole in between the brick wall of the warehouse and the rusted, metal door, bound in all manner of broken locks and chains, and a huge sign that said DANGER: KEEP OUT! scrawled in what appeared to be blood. As the couple ascended the winding, creaking staircase, a dark shadow crept past them, almost too quickly for the human eye to catch. The young woman clutched onto the arm of the man's jacket, fear lacing her words as she suggested that they turn back, that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Yes, precisely!" Ichabod had nearly shouted. "Finally, you're talking sense! Turn back now, and it is likely that you will not die a most painful death!"

The young man pulled an ugly, disgruntled face, rolled his eyes, and proceeded to tell the woman, in the most condescending tone he could muster, that monsters didn't exist. He reached for the door handle at the end of the dark, dusty corridor, but before he could finish mocking his girlfriend's fears, his words were drowned out by the sounds of a running chainsaw, and horribly fake, raucous screaming. Moments later, the camera panned to the claw-marked, blood-splattered wall of the warehouse, and a pair of glowing red eyes appeared from out of the shadows. Cue commercial break.

Ichabod released a frightened gasp, turning quickly round on the couch to face Abbie, and said, "Lieutenant, that young couple…I believe that they might be dead, or at the very least, severely injured."

"Yup," Abbie had said, absentmindedly licking her finger and flipping another page over onto the completed pile of paperwork. "That's what happens when dumb kids don't listen. There's no common sense in horror films anymore…it's all so clichéd and predictable."

Ichabod arched his eyebrows in confusion.

"Miss Mills, how could you be so insensitive? Were you not paying attention to this news report? We must make haste if we are to rescue those poor, innocent victims. Perhaps, now that they are aware of the danger that they are in, they will listen to reason. I kept shouting at them through the little television box, but they simply would not heed my warnings! Could they not hear me? Was the volume not turned up all the way? I admit, I have only observed your video chats with your colleagues via that sky program on your laptop on very few occasions, but I am certain I have gleaned the correct way in which to do so. Is the technique for communication different when one uses the television? I still understand very little about how all of it works, and you still have not taken the time to explain to me, though I have pressed the subject several times. Regardless, this is an urgent matter and must be tended to at once! Miss Mills, do get your coat and inform the police station that we will require backup. This demon-possessed murderer could very well be in league with the headless horseman."

Ichabod launched himself off of the couch and headed for the kitchen, shrugging on his jacket and lacing up his boots. Abbie dropped the collection of papers she'd been holding, eyebrows arched in mild amusement as she surveyed Crane's harried expression, until she realized that he wasn't actually joking. No, he was being completely serious. Before she could stop herself, Abbie's shoulders had begun to shake in uncontrollable laughter. Ichabod glared daggers at her, his features pale and stricken.

"Miss Mills, if we do not help them, they are going to die! Why are you not more concerned? Do you not have a heart, Lieutenant?" Ichabod shouted, banging his fist on the wall beside the kitchen door. 

"Okay," Abbie had said, the last of her laughter dissolving into a puddle of sympathy as she neatly stacked her papers and strolled into the kitchen. "First thing's first. Those people on the tv? They're actors. They're not real. Well, okay, no…they're real people, but they're only pretending to play those characters. This isn't the local news. This is SyFy. It's a channel that plays a lot of science fiction and fantasy thrillers. It's all fake, okay? No one's in danger, and no one is gonna die. It's like when I showed you those Harry Potter movies, and I told you about how we have the ability to record, capture, and replay moving images and sound…well, that's exactly what these are…it's like…"

"Pre-recorded theatre productions?" Ichabod finished for her.

"Yeah, exactly. None of it is real. So, no worries, okay? Everyone's gonna be fine."

"Oh. I see. Well, they were quite convincing, these young actors. Could you explain to me, then, how the communication mechanism on this television works? I would very much like to commend them on their talent," Ichabod asked, slipping out of his jacket and boots and sinking back into the couch cushions, still a little ruffled.

"Yeah, see, that's the other thing. You can't actually talk to people through the tv…only through the phone or the computer. And the app is called Skype, by the way, not sky. It'd be kind of cool if you could talk to people through the tv, though. Give it a couple of decades, and I'm sure we'll find a way to make that happen," Abbie said, chuckling softly to herself as she settled back at her desk.

"What shall I do now?" Ichabod asked after a few moments, giving the remote a withering look as he tentatively picked it up and cradled it in his palm.

"Whatever you want, Crane," Abbie said. "Play around with it a little, explore the channels…I've got about 600 of them, so I can guarantee that you won't be bored."

And for a little while, it had worked. Ichabod had spent the next two hours flipping through various cooking shows, medical programs, and Animal Planet documentaries, occasionally making comments of equal parts fascination and irritation under his breath, only interrupting Abbie once or twice to voice his concerns about the concept of filmmaking and the relative safety of Animal Planet's camera crew, which meant that Abbie had managed to get through quite a bit of her workload…that is, until Ichabod had discovered the History Channel, and had proceeded to spend an entire hour and a half shouting abuse at the television screen with a loud, obnoxious running commentary about all of its various historical inaccuracies. He'd gotten the hint and changed the channel, though, after Abbie had thrown a balled up wad of printer paper at the side of his head, and had instead turned his attention toward the weather channel…where he had spent the last twenty minutes in relative silence…that is, until—

"Lieutenant!" Crane shouts from across the living room, no doubt waking up Abbie's neighbors on the floor below. "Did you know that there is a station that can predict the weather? Fascinating, albeit consistently inaccurate…unless it has, in fact, been raining all week…which it most certainly has not! And to think, I brought that massive, confounded contraption you call a numbrella with me every time I left home, and all for naught! In my day, they were called parasols…lovely, petite little instruments, crafted from much softer, and much more aesthetically pleasing materials, with the sole purpose of shading one's skin from the harmful rays of the sun…not this sort of bulky, oversized nonsense. Who would need such a device? Are the thunderstorms of this century really so violent and tempestuous?"

Abbie rolls her eyes from behind her stack of paperwork, and pointedly ignores Crane's tirade, shaking her head and humming to herself as she crosses out section after incorrect section of documented witness accounts. Ichabod peers over at Abbie for a few seconds longer, hoping to coax a reaction out of her as he drapes his arms across the back of the couch, no doubt twisting his spine to keep his potion intact. After a few moments, he heaves a melodramatic sigh and turns back round, tucking his legs up to his chest, and repeatedly clicking the little plus button on the remote, the channels whipping past him in a flurry of flashing colors and broken, distorted sounds.

Thirty channels later, Ichabod lands on ABC Family, which has been hosting an endless variety of Halloween specials since the beginning of October. This time, they're playing It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, which, much to Abbie's relief, manages to shut Ichabod up for a total of twenty-five minutes. And then the program rolls credits.

"Lieutenant," Ichabod calls, softer this time. "Could you tell me more about your era's alterations of All Hallow's Eve? It seems a bit puerile, but I rather think I might like it."

Abbie sighs, tucking the last of her paperwork into a manila folder and shoving it into the top drawer of her desk, before traipsing over to the couch and slumping onto one of the cushions beside Crane. For a moment, their shoulders touch, and Crane instantly moves to the opposite end of the couch. Abbie rolls her eyes and takes the remote from him.

"Halloween isn't the same as you remember it, Crane, it's become less religious, and more…commercialized, you could say. But it can still be pretty fun, depending on what you do. Some people dress up in costume, as cats and ghosts and witches, and go out to parties, get drunk, bob for apples…that kind of stuff. Some people go trick-or-treating. Basically, little kids get all dressed up in cute little costumes and go around their neighborhood ringing doorbells and getting candy. Some people, like me, just like to stay home and watch scary movies…good ones, though, not like that one you were watching earlier."

"And what, pray tell, are we going to do this year?" Ichabod asks, his expression brightening considerably at the prospect of celebrating a holiday he's actually familiar with. "If I remember correctly, Hallowmas begins in just three days' time."

"I don't know, Crane," Abbie sighs. "I'll probably have to work. There's gonna be all sorts of messes to clean up and sort out after Mischief Night. I'll probably be too exhausted to do anything, honestly."

Ichabod gives her a confused look, and Abbie complies before he even has to ask.

"It's the night before Halloween where kids play stupid pranks…egging people's cars, throwing rolls of toilet paper over people's houses…juvenile stuff, but people can get pretty pissed about it, and if the kids get caught, we get called in to apprehend them."

"I see…and that is somehow different from adorning one's front lawn in all manner of ridiculous props, including spider webs and pumpkins with faces carved into them?"

"Well, yeah. Eggs can seriously damage people's stuff. And if it rains, toilet paper is a bitch to clean up. But all the spiders, and the pumpkins, and the ghosts, and orange and purple fairy lights? Those are Halloween decorations…they're supposed to be cute or scary. And I mean, some of the neighbors can get a little carried away, but, you know…it's nice, it's…festive. I always like driving past and looking at all of the decorations."

"Then why have you not yet decorated your home for Hallowe'en?"

Abbie shrugs. "I don't know, I mean…I haven't, really, for a couple of years now. Not since I was a teenager…my foster family always liked hanging up decorations, though. I guess I just grew out of it, never really had the time to go out and shop for decorations, and this year, well…we've just been so busy with the headless horseman case that I just never even thought to do it. Kind of miss it, though…I always liked Halloween."

Ichabod stares at her for a long moment, mulling over everything that Abbie had just told him. After a few minutes, Abbie yawns, tired eyes fluttering closed as she bids Crane goodnight and slips behind her bedroom door. As Ichabod heads to his own bedroom, a brilliant idea unfolds inside his head, followed by a wicked smile.

On the evening of October 31st, after a never-ending, hellish day at the station, Abbie bursts through the front door of her apartment with a craving for chocolate, a hot cup of coffee, and a year-long nap. Instead, she's greeted by a horrible clash of colors in the form of orange, brown, green, and purple paper streamers that appear to be affixed to her ceiling by scotch tape. Orange and purple fairy lights with black and green wires have been wrapped around the tops of her window frames, glowing brightly against the curtains, and strung around the arms of her furniture, including, rather redundantly, her lamps. Paper cut-outs of adorable little ghosts, pumpkins, and autumn leaves with sharpied-on faces have been stuck to nearly every inch of the walls.

In spite of her rotten mood from an exhausting day at the station, Abbie can't help but smile, laughing to herself as she grabs a handful of mini chocolate bars that have been poured into a nearby party bowl. Seconds later, Ichabod emerges from his bedroom, clutching Abbie's laptop under his arm, and offers her a cheeky grin.

"Crane," she says, unwrapping one of the Hershey's bars and popping it into her mouth. "Where did you get all of this? No, wait…how did you get all of this?"

"I took the bus to that Target shopping center that you had driven me to twice before, and chose what I thought would be the best Hallowmas decorations, just as you had described to me a few days prior. I thought, since you'd told me that you hadn't had the time to decorate for this celebrated holiday, that I would take the liberty to do it for you. I…I do hope you like it, Miss Mills. It took me the better part of two hours and three rolls of that sticky paper to put together…oh, and I used one of your little magic plastic cards I found lying about the living room to purchase the decorations and the sweets."

Ichabod bounces on the balls of his feet, utterly unable to contain his enthusiasm.

"Again, not magic…just a credit card. And don't use it again without asking me first," Abbie says, giving him a stern look.

"But I've got to admit," she adds, her expression softening, "You did good. Looks really…festive in here."

As Abbie walks further into the apartment, she notices that there are piles of plastic spiders stuck in faux webbing that have been cloaked around the couch, mini pumpkins sitting atop her kitchen counters and coffee table, and what appears to be…what are those, mice, hanging from various corners of the room? No. Oh no. Those aren't mice, they're…

"Crane," Abbie says, dropping her handful of Halloween candy onto the coffee table and unhooking one of the "mice" from its place on the ceiling. "Tell me you didn't use my tampons as Halloween decorations."

"Apologies, Lieutenant…should I not have?" Ichabod asks, carefully placing the laptop on the coffee table and unfastening yet another "mouse" from the ceiling, dangling it in between his fingertips from its little cotton tail. "I'll admit that I am not entirely certain as to what they were for. I found them in an open box in the bathroom and assumed that they could be used for decoration. After you pop them out of their little plastic case, they look rather like faceless mice! So I drew on faces with that foul-smelling quill you've got dozens of in your desk drawer, and hung them from the ceiling. Do tell me, if they're not for decoration…then why do you have bits of cotton lying about in a box? Additionally, what exactly is a Tampax? It sounds like an illness…are you ill, Lieutenant?"

Worry and fear flash across Ichabod's face, and in an instant, he's by Abbie's side, towering over her like an overly-cautious giant of a man, and reaches down to place the back of his hand against her forehead. Abbie sighs, all of the anger and mortification dissipating in a surge of appreciation for his concern.

"Okay, Crane," she says, plunging head-first into a conversation that Abbie had hoped she'd never have to have with him. "First of all, we need to have a serious talk about boundaries, and about not touching each other's stuff, okay? Second…how can I put this? Tampax is a company that makes products for people who…" she trails off, not sure how to explain the concept of periods to a man who comes from a time where sex education was even worse than it is now.

"For people who…" Crane prompts, eyebrows arched in rapt curiosity.

"A lot of women use them," she tries, hoping like hell that that will be enough, but Crane's utterly bewildered expression only proves that it is not. He stares at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. Abbie sighs.

"For that thing they get each month," she elaborates, arching her eyebrows and giving him a meaningful look. 

Ichabod tilts his head to the side, eyes scrunched up in confusion and contemplation. Abbie can tell the exact moment when it all clicks together in his head, because Ichabod's eyes grow impossibly wide, and his features transition from elated and prideful at having figured it out to embarrassed and mildly horrified in one fluid motion, a faint blush creeping across his cheekbones as he tosses the tampon far across the room. 

For a few moments, the two of them just stare at one another, neither of them daring to be the first one that breaks the awkward silence. Ichabod stumbles, attempting some form of coherent speech, clears his throat several times, and then says, "I've also bought apple cider mead, and I hear that the alcohol content is quite high."

"Oh thank god," Abbie sighs, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. Ichabod practically sprints to the kitchen while Abbie quickly collects and bins all of the decorated Halloween "mice." Embarrassment forgotten with each new glass of apple cider mead, Abbie and Ichabod spend the rest of the evening in a comfortable silence on the living room couch, watching all manner of scary, stupid, and heartwarming Halloween films and binging on a mountain of Halloween-themed chocolates. All in all, it's the best Halloween that Abbie has had in years.

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You Always Want What You're Running From

Sleepy Hollow » Ichabbie

Title: You Always Want What You're Running From

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Sleepy Hollow (Masterlist)

Relationship: Abbie Mills x Ichabod Crane

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: When Abbie invites Ichabod to come live with her, the last thing she expects is for him to start feeling like home.

She'll tell herself, over and over again like a mantra, that it's because she feels indebted to him, that she feels bad for him, that it'll make their casework much easier if she can keep a constant eye on him, that it's convenient.  But really, it's because, in spite of everything, in spite of an impending apocalypse that only they, the unwilling witnesses, can prevent, he keeps her grounded, keeps her sane. For reasons she can't explain, she trusts him.  She hasn't trusted anyone like this since Corbin…and now, Crane is all she has left. In his company, she feels secure. Protected. Cared for. They've only known each other for a short while, and yet…Crane's company feels like home. Besides…how bad could living with a man from the 1700's truly be?

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[laeriel]

Reading golden trio era canon divergent fics as a marauders fan requires internally ranting about Regulus' character all those three times he's vaguely mentioned, I don't make the rules

[lostdrarryfics]

THE BIG FIND: DAY THREE

Welcome to the third day of our anniversary celebration!

The Big Find is a 10-day long Drarry fic-finding marathon to celebrate the blog’s first anniversary. Below is the Day 3 compilation of lost fics, both old and new, that we’ve been unable to find. Our aim is to get as much attention to these lost fics as possible, to help people finally find their missing fics! Anyone can participate by reblogging, reading through each list, providing additional fic details, and informing us the title, author, or link of a fic, and their respective number in the comment section. Happy finding!

3.1 Draco being kidnapped and Harry, an auror and married to him, wanted to save him but he couldn’t leave the ministry, if I’m not mistaken Hermione was there too, because the werewolves were there. I think it was published in Dec 2017 on Ao3. (original post)

3.2 Canon rewrite where Draco is very much involved with the golden trio’s adventures and Harry and Draco keep doubting the other’s motive but also have a slow burn going. The last chapter I read was about Draco realizing he shouldn’t be afraid of his sexuality and going to Harry to ask him to Yule ball but he sees harry kissing someone lese instead (Cedric maybe) because he was mad at Draco for ignoring him. (original post)

3.3 Draco was in danger as a past Death Eater, and someone was killing wizards/witches by stabbing them in the heart with their own wands? I’m sorry it’s so vague!! Harry was probably an auror. Post-war fic, I’m pretty sure the first chapter had someone being killed in Diagon Alley or something. It was kind of a case fic. (original post)

3.4 Hogwarts era fic where Harry ends up being looked after by Snape in his quarters. I know Dumbledore doesn’t like this development and pulls Remus into the castle to try and influence Harry away from Severus, but it doesn’t work, and Remus eventually sided with Harry and Snape. Harry sneaks out of the quarters one night, possibly drawn by a mysterious voice, and finds a chamber down from the Headmasters office (the headmaster doesn’t know that this chamber exists). There’s an egg or snake of some kind down there, and Harry takes it back to Severus’ quarters - the snake becomes Harry’s familiar. Remus and Snape are there, feeling really worried about Harry’s disappearance and tell him off for being reckless. I believe that rather than leaving school to go back to the Dursley’s, he pretends to go back but instead hides out in the school, possibly in the chamber of secrets. He ends up needing Snapes help at some point that summer, which is why he ends up living in his quarters. I’m not 100% this is part of the same story but I think it is. (original post)

fic is not a brother to basilisks by lomonaaeren • a year like none other by aspeninthesunlight • no mouth but some serpent’s by lightning on the wave • the heir by dragon eye21 was suggested

3.5 Harry is an auror and Draco an unspeakable but he gets kidnapped so Harry goes trough the whole case to find him. (original post)

3.6 Harry has a large cat familiar of some kind. It dies protecting him and Harry is obviously upset by it. He ends up getting a second familiar, who I think is the child of his original one, but really struggles to bond with it, partly because of the pain of losing the first one and his worry that it will happen again. I’m pretty certain it happens during Hogwarts (I think the familiar dies around either the end of 4th or 5th year - but I’m not sure). I think it may have been a ff.net story, as I only read on Ao3 and ff.net, and I have a feeling it isn’t Ao3. (original post)

3.7 Multi chapter, Harry has a baby with a muggle woman and takes care of them financially and also goes to visit them. The mother and son(?) live in a house that’s kinda secluded I think. Draco eventually finds out and I think Ginny is a pretty important character in this fic as well. (original post)

fic is not home is where his heart is by t_a_s

FOUND! 3.8 i am searching for a fix with the following details: post-war, harry and draco kept their canonical marriages but they both eventually get a divorce (friendly though). i think one of the side pairings is scorpius and albus and their moms told them the history about their fathers. basically childhood rivals but there’s always been something more? eventually the side characters push them together and they finally kiss after never touching until then. (original post)

3.9 Post-war, maybe like a year or two? And Harry had been traveling in a tent? And he got really good at transfigurations I think because of all the work he did on the tent and came back to hogwarts to help with the castle. (original post)

3.10 Draco is raised by Regulus, Narcissa giving Draco to him as a newborn child, and he decides to raise him properly in America. Lily and James are alive also Sirius and Remus, I think they were a couple. Draco had some special abilities I think and around when he was a teenager, Greyback found them and the Potters, Sirius and Remus came to warn them, but not quickly enough and Draco was injured, Lily helped him heal and he met Harry and I don’t remember any more, it was an incomplete work. (original post)

3.11 In the fic, either Ron or Hermione (but I’m pretty sure it was Hermione?) gives Draco the classic “don’t hurt my friend” speech. And instead of just agreeing Draco gets upset and I’m pretty sure he leaves. Then later down the line I think Hermione was thinking about how guilty she felt for saying that. I can’t remember if Draco told Harry about it but I don’t think he did?? (original post)

fic is not use somebody by vikkaleeti

3.12 Post-war, Draco is potentially alienated by most of wizarding Britain. Pretty certain Draco had his own flat and that he would visit his mother from time to time. Very H/D centric, not a lot of the other characters are mentioned. One of the quotes is “I’ll never want someone the way I want you. This is it for me. You are it for me. There’s nothing and no one after you.” (original post)

3.13 lucius and narcissa are not pure evil and they kinda start supporting h/d and i think there is a basement in which they teach harry how to duel? (original post)

FOUND! 3.14 AU, possibly ABO or similar vibes. Draco is the princess type being married off to Harry, Draco is super bratty and threatens to have sex with the stable boy instead, Harry and Draco have sex up against the bathroom door, and then Draco is happy with the match. (original post)

fic is not scent and sensibility by aidaninkling • tease by penpenhooray

[duckydae]

exo-l tag challenge

so now that exo's coming back to properly celebrate their 10th anniversary, thought i'd send this around so we can have a wee giggle and reminisce

dunno if any of my moots are still active anymore so feel free to do this whether or not you follow me! also feel free to tag me, need some new exo-l blogs to follow as my dash is very exo-less

when did you first learn of exo?

this is really cringy but i first saw exo in twenty-fourteen on a 'youtubers react to k-pop', they were reacting to "overdose" and i kid you not, i was so put off their styling i wanted nothing to do with it. i hated it (and i still bloody do)

and then, a little while later they put out a 'teens react to exo' and i hadn't connected they were the same group. anyways, i saw yixing with that blonde hair and my mind went "that one, i like that one"

so don't let anyone ever tell you a visual is a stupid position

(it was probably a lot to do with the fact the boy i really liked had the same hairstyle)

turns out, my friend at the time was vaguely into them (she was more into super junior & shinee) and we just clicked over that and the rest was history

who was / is your bias?

yixing was my first bias ever, and i vaguely remember bouncing around yixing + luhan but i think like a month in jongdae committed the cardinal sin of a bias wrecker and became the ult bias

don't ask me how, it might have been showtime? but yeah jongdae's been my ult since twenty-fifteen. oh god.

where you team exo-k / exo-m?

i was pretty openly exo-m, because yixing was my bias and would only exclusively listen to their versions of the b-sides, until "the war" and it's funny that jongdae became my bias because i really don't think it was his vocals that sold me on him because i was too busy thinking "i wish lay would get more lines"

now looking back, yeah jongdae (and yixing) were my bias individually but as a collective, i preferred exo-k (also, "candy" and "mirotic" were better than "sorry sorry" + "happiness")

favourite m/v?

"lotto". not my favourite song in the world but the aesthetics, the 'plot', jongdae in the white smashing up that table with a hammer? ugh, love it. jongdae and baekhyun's era.

i love a music video with a plot, i would love to see them do a "now" or "365 fresh" but i don't think my heart could take it lol

honourable mentions: monster & i love 'love shot' probably because its in the same vain as "lotto" if it were less plot, more vibes.

also chanyeol with no shirt and that black leather, ugh.

the music video isn't my favourite, but i love the 'alice in wonderland' aspect of "love me right"

favourite album?

i think it really depends on what day you ask me, also my favourite album isn't always the one i think its their best. i'm really enjoying the obsession album right now but the "love me right (exodus)" is exo's magnum opus and dare i say "lotto (ex'act)" is the best sequel since shrek two.

but i really didn't like "love shot (don't mess up my tempo)" and it killed me inside but i only liked two of the b-sides

top ten tracks?

exodus

heaven

thunder

my lady

forever

cosmic railway

white noise

hurt

christmas day

fall

favourite soloist / subunit?

unit is absolutely exo-cbx. their "hey mama" mini-album is a no-skip album, their second mini wasn't really for me but "vroom vroom" is amazing also jongdae's "watch out" is brill but i can't listen to it without remembering him decking it on stage

that said, i still mourn the concept of chenbaeksoo unit and i'm still really disappointed sment didn't milk the shit out of that trio like kry or tts before them

favourite performance?

it feels a bit cliche to say the "wolf (remix)", the olympics or "artificial love" so i think i'll have to go with twenty-fifteen's mama set it was fantastic, show stopping and a bit chaotic

but shout-out to baek's "monster" in tokyo dome. y'all baby exo-l missed out on the shitstorm that was tumblr / twitter.

also, not a 'favourite' but cbx in "run this" at the golden disk awards being visibly pissed-off and screaming into their mics because of the "lip-sync" rumor

your exo hot take?

not an unpopular "hot take" but i know folk get stick for it

i really dislike superm, like seriously. i really dislike sm's management of it. sm had a perfectly good group to go up against bts on a global stage and they screwed it up. they weren't rookies like most of nct, they weren't too "out there" like shinee and the less said about suju the better.

also, they're a 'global group' yet all their best songs are mostly korean.

but they squandered it, they prioritised the nct brand both with the group itself and superm and tacked exo + taemin into their daft group to make older fans give a shit and they took away exo's chance at their final ot8/9 comeback before enlistment.

also, whilst it was for the better, kris leaving exo really stilted their international growth as a unit and individuals, honestly just the china line generally as they are collectively a lot stronger in their english as opposed to the korean members

showtime, ladder or arcade?

overall, ladder but i love showtime, especially episode eleven. i think that's when i first thought "hey that really fucking loud guy is pretty cute"

collab you'd like to see (western + k-pop)?

in regards to sm, i would love to see taeyeon, wendy, kyungsoo and jongdae take a shot at either a jazz or r'n'b collab track.

k-pop generally, baekyeol + dreamcatcher

western, bruno mars & kyungsoo

what would you like for exo to do next?

sm please! give me an english version of their title! almost everyone else at sm has one! hell, there was literally an english version of "the eve"!

but also, royalty concept (they've bloody earned it and exo-l's can't keep suggesting it every comeback)

but personally, it'd love to see a twenties or thirties "great gatsby" concept

funniest exo moments(s)?

"say hey!" that entire performance is a disaster, baek getting interrupted, then spooked by a pyro and finally jongdae decking it in the dance break of "growl"

the water fight during exoluxion

jongdae's outbrust at sehun on knowing bros

exomentary's bowling episode (rip chanyeol)

sehun and the beluga whale

the exo-l screaming "yah baekhyun!"

jongdae scaring the shit out of doni on weekly idol (deserved)

everyone yelling that baekhyun picked 'i got a boy' and not ‘gee’ like a normal person (personally luhan made the best choice)

baek, tao and luhan's haunted house run

heechul's various impressions of kyungsoo on knowing bros

favourite line?

chingu, we never get to see them anymore but they (especially the beagles) were always tied to the hip, that said i've defo gone soft for the maknae line

who's the traitor? is there one?

kris it's absolutely jongdae. i know folk think it's baekhyun but or chanyeol but after "lotto", i feel like that rules out chanyeol and baekhyun after "monster".

jongdae seems to be doing the opposite to everyone in these music videos whilst still being 'apart of it'

like: the white shirt in "lotto", standing at the 'last supper', the cameras in obsession, the smashing of their earnings in "lotto" the 'no fucks given attitude' when the swat shows up, unlike the rest of the group

favourite pathcode?

baekhyun, its so pretty but i also love sehun's as a resident scot

favourite cursed moment(s)?

"my name is baekhyun, but you can call me bacon" stfu bake-hun

suho meeting jedward

chanyeol's nick mask

exo: next door (side note: why was exo-m + jongin just not in the show?)

baekhyun's 'best looking' ranking on weekly idol

"wolf" demo

who's "baby-girl" are you picking?

kyungsoo's in "call me baby" but shout-out to jongdae's underrated one in "juliet"

favourite exo collab?

i've got a few, probably "lil' something" with jongdae & heize or his collab with ailee

it kills me that taeyeon was unwell whilst singing with jongdae also, chanyeol's collab with far east movement

favourite cover?

vocal line + sehun's "why so serious"

exo & yuna kim's "happiness" (vocal line sound brill in this)

sunday morning

[masterthespianduchovny]

The Poor Development of the Marauder's Era

I've recently been listening to Binge Mode and, even now, I honestly believe the Marauder's era is some of Rowling’s worst writing of the series. When I say Marauder's Era, I'm simply referring to characters and events pre Harry.

The Marauder's era isn't poorly developed because I didn't like what happened. It's poorly developed because of how Rowling handled the characters, the events she put them in, and the reaction to said events.

As a kid, I respected Lily and thought she could do no wrong. As an adult, I find her decisions questionable. For transparency purposes, I read these books in real time and was a similar age as the characters. So, I don't want to hear anything about me being "unfair." Of all of the Mauraders era kids back then, I was the most generous to Lily. It's only when I reflected more about her role in the series that I realized how lackluster she is as a character and as a friend.

Rowling relies on Lily being seen as the moral compass to signify who and what is right or wrong during this era. The problem with this is that Rowling undermines Lily in the process. Minus being flat out called Mudblood by Snape, she has no proof that Snape has done anything her friends accused him of doing, but she unequivocally views it as the truth. Despite Lily listening to Snape, it's not really in good faith because she already has her mind made up about Snape's guilt.

Now, this is important to note because since Lily hasn't seen any of Snape's alleged bad behavior for herself, why would she definitively accuse him of these things? Lily claims she was in denial about this when she ended their friendship, but it's quite obvious she does believe Snape is guilty.

What makes Lily's beliefs and choosing to side with others over Snape is that none of the Marauders have ever mentioned ONE instant of Snape doing or saying some fucked up shit. As a reminder: THEY HATED HIM. They never mentioned anything about him bullying others, calling muggles mud blood, or any other troubling behavior. It was merely because he existed. They couldn't even tie him to being a Death Eater.

Also, let's consider the fact that kids like Snape have rumors made up about them all of the time. ALL OF THE TIME. Not even Snape's own bullies could attest to Snape doing the things Lily's friends claimed Snape did, yet Lily believed their words?

And, maybe I'm being nitpicky, but the fact that Lily says "my friends" in reference to defending Snape has always rubbed me the wrong way. Snape IS her friend too. Her best friend, in fact. Why wouldn't she have said, "my OTHER friends." My Gryffindor mates or whatever? IMO, that implies that Snape is just some weirdo she talks to and not the person she's known the longest.

HOW ROWLING COULD'VE FIXED THIS:

Have Lily overhear Snape calling one of his peers Mudblood. Have the Marauders be incensed that Snape called someone a mud blood. Have them call out Lily when she tries to intervene on them confronting (confronting NOT bullying) Snape. Hell, even have Snape fucking bully someone.

Because as far as canon goes, Snape was a bystander as death eater wannabes bullied people and presumably did nothing about it. We don't see any of his alleged wrongdoings and the people who hate him can't even recall that this happened.

There shouldn't be an ambiguity or readers relying on the word and opinion of Lily to guide their opinion.

Some may say, "she's only a kid." To this I say, "You're right." Lily was a teen and teens don't always know how to handle complex situations, I will give her the benefit of the doubt. However, this means we shouldn't hold her as the moral standard.

Lily essentially says that the difference between the Marauder's bullying people and the death eater wannabes doing it is dark magic. I'm sorry, but that's weak sauce. Dark magic is such a vague and broad thing depending on what you're talking about, so nah...Also, is there something not dark about James choking Snape with soap? I mean, that could've traumatized Snape to the extent of him being triggered by soap. Isn't that dark?

HOW ROWLING COULD'VE FIXED THAT.

Jut have Lily acknowledge that behaviors by the Marauders and death eater wannabes are both bad, but for different reasons. Problem solved. She can even emphasize that she takes so much issue with Dark Magic due to why it's being used and what it ties into.

We hear how great Lily is and that everyone loves her, yet Harry meets literally NOT ONE FRIEND of Lily's. He meets James' friends and a former teacher of hers. We don't see Lily hanging out with anyone else. We hear examples of Lily feeling sad for people, but no references to her actually helping people or supporting others somehow.

HOW ROWLING COULD'VE FIXED THAT.

Maybe instead of Lily talking about the bad thing Avery and Mulciber did, she could've intervened, even if it was too late, and "saved" Mary. Hell, we could've had Lily hex James rather than just threatening it. I'm sorry, after literally reading the many ways the Golden Trio are there for each other even before big shit started to happen, Lily threatening to hex someone who is actively bullying her friend doesn't cut it.

And give her her own friends for Harry to meet.

Lily is said to be smart and empathic, but how she deals with Snape and his issues don't exactly support this.

HOW ROWLING COULD'VE FIXED IT.

Have Lily genuinely listen to Snape's grievances about the night he was saved. Don't have her be so dismissive about the Lupin thing. Maybe have Snape set up by the Marauders and the big reveal is a flop.

I know Rowling wanted to tackle people having shady pasts and how they can change, but 1. Either she needed to commit to it being a rivalry or 2. She needed to appropriately deal with the bullshit the Marauder's did. Snape is justifiably angry and distrusting of the Marauders due to one almost killing him as a joke and the other publicly humiliating him. This doesn't even account for YEARS of bullying, which remus admitted happened.

We cannot say that bullying is wrong, and then excuse the bullies because they were on the right side of a war.

HOW ROWLING COULD'VE FIXED THIS.

She should've had Remus flat out acknowledge they were wrong for what they did and that there was no excusing it. Then, have Sirius and Remus privately talk about this where Sirius admits it too. OR, despite loving them and his dad, Harry realizes how flawed they were and that their reasoning is simply to protect their dad not necessarily because James grew up. OR Rowling could've not written James and Sirius behaving as psychopaths AS WELL AS show instances of Snape starting shit with them.

SHOW US Snape deliberately starting shit with the Marauders and James trying to apologize. Show us James' growth outside of that. Don't tell us that James is secretly hexing Snape behind Lily's back because it has her looking like a dumb ass.

Also, all of this James stuff is important because Lily ending up with James is such a bad fucking look. IMO, it makes her disgust at his behavior seem performative. It says that she didn't really care about him bullying others, but rather, the perception of her being with someone who bullied others. And, no, having Lily smile as Snape was actively being bullied, and then poverty shaming him isn't a good look.

"BUT, BUT SNAPE CALLED HER A RACIST SLUR!!!"

It doesn't matter how much you want to give your friend the benefit of the doubt, if you believe he's calling others racist slurs, you need to confront it. And, if you believe it to be true, you need to end it. You don't wait until he calls you the slur to say, "hey, maybe he really is this racist person people claim he is."

HOW ROWLING COULD'VE FIXED THIS.

After James saved Snape's life, this is where he could've matured and his big head lessened. He still hexes others, but leaves Snape alone because he realized that they went to far with him even before Sirius' "prank." Instead of James being the antagonizer, it should've been Sirius. Once again, James breaks this up and he and Sirius gets into a small argument. Snape is let down as Lily runs up and Snape says his mud blood remark.

Snape then tries to hex Sirius and James steps in once Snape refuses to stop. It gets out of hand and Snape accidentally harms Lily.

I won't lie, I'm a HUGE Snape fan. However, because of how Rowling handled this era, there are many ambiguous things, situations that don't make any sense, not enough development of characters, etc which undermines the story she tried to tell.

Yes, I do love the series, except I don't like any of the Marauders or Lily. I don't hate Lily, but she grates. Remus really was a coward and irresponsible as hell. Sirius was childish as fuck and, no, him being in prison doesn't excuse or justify all of his behavior. James saved his peer's life, and then publicly humiliated and sexually assaulted him. He didn't stop bullying, he just stopped how he did it.

This doesn't mean I believe that Snape was faultless, but I believe this era was so poorly told that by default, I believe and sympathize with Snape.

Although I believe Rowling wanted readers to do this, I don't think she planned for some readers such as myself to hold the positions we do. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy Snape as is, but I do believe Rowling didn't intend for me to hold the views I do about Lily and the Marauders.

I don't understand her laziness during this era, especially since it's so key in Snape, Lily, and James' stories.

Lastly, she could've developed James and Lily better.

I know she only has so much time, space, pages blah blah blah. However, the best writers find a way to make it work with what they have.

[hinac0lada]

I DON’T LIKE YOUR SHAMPOO

CHARACTER PAIRING | oikawa tooru x gn!reader

INFO | soulmate!au, fluff

WORDS | 1.9k 

NOTE | by the time i’m probably posting this, is one day before my beloved’s birthday FNKLFNGK ngl i’m pretty excited and i hope ya’ll are too (besides the fact that the manga is coming to an end but let’s not talk about that-) 

WARNINGS | NONE

more to see under the cut!

you live in a world where soulmate marks exist. everyone has different types of marks ranging from; timers, red strings of fate, roman numerals, half tattoos, etc. as you grow old, you watch people find their soulmates, and on some unfortunate occasions, lose them. 

each person had different views on the concept of soulmates, it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows all the time, but you stayed neutral after receiving every side of the spectrum that varied from the good side —  as well as the bad side of meeting their other halves.

you knew you were bound to meet your own soulmate either way, but you wouldn't get your hopes up just like that — until you received your soulmate mark on the morning of your 15th birthday.

it was a beautiful tattoo on your wrist. written were the words that your soulmate would say to you on your first encounter. your parents told you that the time and date of your encounter with them — along with their words to you, would turn golden as soon as you’ve said your first words to each other; just like how their soulmate mark worked. and although you were aware that every mark is different, you couldn’t help but raise a brow from confusion at the sentence that was permanently placed on your wrist.

‘well to be honest, i don’t like your perfume’

it read, an intriguing way to say to your soulmate, you thought to yourself. and that night, you couldn’t help but admire the pretty letterings on your wrist; rubbing your thumb against it, grinning from ear to ear like a fool. 

days went by from when you received your tattoo, you’d constantly wonder what your soulmate was like or when and how you were going to meet them. tracing your fingers along the tattoo turned into a habit whenever you’re bored or anxious about something. to add to that, the thought of their existence would sometimes consume you, and you’d be stuck in a loophole of questions and doubts. 

‘what if they don’t like me? or what if they don’t want to be my soulmate? what if they think i’m ugly? or a disappointment?’ 

regardless of the negative thoughts and worries you had in your head everyday, you were still eager to meet them — even if it takes a thousand years, a thousand hours, or maybe even if they are a thousand miles away, you can’t wait for the day that you’d get to meet them.

or what if it only takes a few months, or a few days? maybe even a few seconds? what if they were across the world? or just across the street? possibly next door? in spite of knowing not to get your hopes up, you can’t resist the anticipation of being face to face with the person you were promised to ever since the very beginning of your existence. 

and every day, you’d hold on to the wrist with your mark — the symbol of a promise to true love, hoping fate decides to take place sooner than expected. 

unbeknownst to you however, your true love was just within arm’s reach all this time.

it was the most awaited day of the academic year, the time where stressed out seniors get to relax for a whole day to indulge themselves in new sights and bond with their fellow batch mates before the dreaded era of finals — field trip day. 

everyone had their own plans, going to after school hang outs right after the planned trip, a handful bringing digital cameras to capture each moment , that one kid in class who has great taste in music providing the speaker, and the rest just going with the flow of today’s agenda.

while the majority of students did plan their seating arrangements on the bus, you, on the other hand, decided against it. in your opinion, it wasn’t a big deal. it was just a 2 hour drive to the destination so what could possibly go haywire? plus, it didn’t matter who was your companion on the bus, it’d open up the opportunity to get to know unfamiliar faces, being divided by classes and all, so what could possibly go wrong?

maybe, possibly everything.

who would’ve thought, out of all of your batch mates, you get to sit beside the grand king himself, oikawa tooru.

it wasn’t like his personality was completely intolerable, it’s the complete opposite, really. he was charming, greeting you with a close eyed grin before sitting down next to you. in the face of all the chaos his friends warned you the male would bring— plus the many chilling glares from his countless fan girls, his presence never shook you the wrong way at all.

you weren’t complete strangers, but you weren’t well acquainted either. you were in a different class and the only time you’d see his pretty face was when you’d pass each other in the hallways. but, what's there not to like about oikawa tooru? he was attractive, a gentleman, a charmer, a friendly being, and everything was as easy as apple pie.

“hey, just a heads up, shittykawa over here has a habit of sleeping on anyone’s shoulder. don’t be afraid to push his head aside when you’re uncomfortable.” iwaizumi hajime, his best friend and the hunk of aoba johsai, patted your shoulder reassuringly before taking his seat behind the two of you, alongside him was hanamaki takahiro and matsukawa issei - who were snickering at the flustered setter beside you. 

for some reason, you thought iwaizumi was just joking or he said that to make oikawa look bad — in which he failed. and so you didn’t take his statement seriously, disregarding it completely. and now you regret ever doing so, because it turned out to come true, eventually biting you back in the ass.

things took a turn when you suddenly felt the weight of the world on your shoulder  — idiomatically and literally.

it was exactly 30 minutes into the drive to your destination and you were on your phone to pass by the time, minding your own business when you suddenly felt pressure on your shoulder. you peered at your shoulder, only to be met with the sight of a sleeping oikawa, snoring lightly with his lips slightly parted.

you stayed still as a rock, not wanting to disturb his slumber - which he probably needed. although you didn’t plan to get him off your shoulder any time soon, you were clueless as to what to do if he doesn’t wake up. you glanced at his friends, who were expecting the whole thing to happen.

“do you need help with him?” hanamaki questioned, taking notice of your gaze at their trio. iwaizumi took your loss of words as agreement and got ready to shake his friend awake, until you stopped him.

“i-it’s okay.. i don’t mind really,” you reassured the three, giving a warm smile before focusing back on your phone, catching glimpses of the sleeping oikawa once in a while. you were far from annoyed. if anything else, you found it comforting for no apparent reason, his warmth that is. 

once you knew he was deep in rest, you shifted to a much more comfortable position for the two of you, one where you can almost smell his scent. which was a big mistake, because you remembered your allergies to this specific shampoo which was unfortunately the one he had right now. 

loreal shampoo.

oh the terror it gave you, you started to get war flashbacks to when you used it on your own hair as well, the horror of sneezing until your eyes were watery sent shivers down your spine at the cringe. 

and as much as you attempted to conceal your allergies, it backfired in the end and now you were left in a mess; sneezing profusely while scrambling to get your medications. you cursed your sensitive nostrils, seeing as you’ve woken up the brunette beside you, unaware of the situation at hand, his half lidded eyes looking around in a daze.

in the process of consuming your medicine, he asked if you were okay, rubbing the tiredness away from his eyes. 

“i.. don’t like your shampoo.” you managed to reply back in the midst of trying to calm down from the sudden attack of your allergies. oikawa, being clueless as to what you were trying to imply, took offense in your words. yet you couldn’t blame him, your answer was quite vague and it caught him off guard.

“well to be honest, i don’t like your perfume,” he retorted back with a pout embellishing his features, earning him an awfully painful smack on the back of his head from iwaizumi, accompanied with the eye rolls coming from hanamaki and matsukawa.

“dumbass, they have rhinitis. your shampoo triggered their allergies” iwaizumi explained to the setter, who was wincing in agony from the impact. You were on the verge of apologizing when the words that escaped his lips gave a sense of familiarity, as though you were accustomed to the sentence.

and then it both hit you. oikawa’s brown eyes dilated with realization, that look of his says it all. it was happening. how could you ever forget those words you were longing to hear, those words that you knew would bring you to your destiny someday?

it felt too surreal, you were immobilized with disbelief and shock. 

but then you felt an itch on your hand. and in a synchronized manner, you and oikawa looked at your own wrists, it was really happening. he was your soulmate. your promised lover. 

‘7/19/20.

2:20 PM’

the letters read in gold ink, a sight to behold. (e/c) irises clashed with one of chocolate brown, filled with bewilderment. your face heated up at the sight of his pink tinted cheeks. you’ve found your way home.

“what’s going on? they’re acting strange...” matsukawa whispers in hanamaki’s ear, baffled at the scene in front of him. iwaizumi then points a finger at their wrists, the distinct color of gold catching his attention.

after a while of literally staring into each other’s souls, a hearty laugh escapes your lips. the corners of oikawa’s lips tugged into a genuine smile, in which you reciprocated with one of your own. 

you were grateful that your first encounter was one of mediocrity - in a good way, of course. it was as if you were meeting an old friend, the warmth that his gaze holds gave you a sense of comfort. 

that smile of his was practically screaming ‘you’re home’. you’ve finally met your soulmate; face to face, and now your destiny rests in his hands, while his rests on your own.

the situation eventually calmed down and you two finally accepted the fact that you are soulmates. the bus was silent, light snores echoing, and everything was tranquil. you could see oikawa’s struggle from the corner of your eyes, his eyelids getting heavier for the nth time, trying not to repeat his mistake from earlier. 

“oikawa-”

“tooru, call me tooru please,” he corrected, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. his eyes fluttering, attempting to stay awake. 

“tooru, it’s okay, you can sleep on my lap instead,” you chuckled, hearing him mumble his gratitude, his head making its way to your lap. it was as if immediately, he was off to dream land once again, your hands gently running through his soft locks whilst trying to doze off as well.

“y’know, i think we should recommend each other products sometime.”

“good idea, maybe after this trip, tooru.”

“deal. well, good night.. my soulmate.”

“sweet dreams, my home.”

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❝ Request Rules/Guidelines ❞

I would prefer the requests are put in through asks!

General Info: 𖥸 i am a college student + athlete, when i have free time is when i am writing 𖥸 i have the right to delete/turn away any request i don't want to do 𖥸 please be specific with your request! if you're vague with it i will probably not write what you're wanting 𖥸 all of my writings are x reader 𖥸 i write with a gender-neutral reader in mind, if you are wanting a specific reader, let me know!

What I will not write: 𖥸 abuse of any kind 𖥸 sa 𖥸 really anything I'm uncomfortable with

What I will write: 𖥸 fluff 𖥸 angst 𖥸 headcanons 𖥸 imagines 𖥸 one-shots 𖥸 timestamps 𖥸 AUs 𖥸 smut

Fandoms I write for: 𖥸 Harry Potter (Marauders era and Golden Trio era!) 𖥸 Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Movie) 𖥸 Star Wars (Prequels, Original Trilogy, and Sequels!) 𖥸 The Mandalorian and Boba Fett 𖥸 Descendants 𖥸 Twisters 𖥸 possibly SKZ if people want that!

𒀭This list will be edited and changed based on how I feel I can write the characters!

[ama0310]

Imagines Requests!!!!

Requests

Hi guys!

Fun fact: I quickly get obsessed with random fictional characters/celebrities. And because of that, it makes me want to write random one-shots of anyone I am currently obsessed with. 

Current fandoms/celebrities that I am taking requests for:

Harry Potter (Riddle Era, Marauders Era, Golden Trio Era)

Marvel (Any Avengers)

Hunger Games (& TBOSAS)

Criminal Minds (Mostly Hotch and Reid)

Twilight (Vampires and Wolf Pack) 

I will add more to the list as time goes on.

Please Request!!! I sometimes get stumped with ideas, so request whatever you want. I can do angst, fluff, smut, etc.

Be as specific or as vague as you want! (The more specific the details are, the better it'll come out)

Thank you!

Love you all!!!

[possessingtheproperspirit]

Fic writer interview

Thanks for the tag @thequibblah, @alrightevanns and @sunshine-marauders! :) I feel like this should be subtitled 'Okay, But We Didn't Ask For Your Life Story'.

Name: Cer (or cesays on here, or cells55 on AO3, because why have the same username when it could be much more confusing).

Fandoms I write for: Marauders, although I have vague ideas for Golden Trio-era stuff, it's just not quite devastating enough for me ;)

Two-shot: I haven't written a two-shot for this fandom, just a few one-shots and a multichapter. I like one, three, or multi. Don't ask me why because I have no idea.

Most popular multichapter: Not a lot of competition, ha, but The Price We Pay is my multichapter fic. Nine chapters in so far!

Worst part of writing: Having the time, energy and ideas all aligning together. When I have the inspiration, that's usually when I'm exhausted and/or too busy.

How you choose your titles: For almost all of my fics and for chapter titles, I usually get to the stage of posting the work on AO3 and then think, oh bugger, it needs a title. Lyrics are a classic, or a word/phrase that has thematic links. The one exception was Not Waving But Drowning, the first HP fic I wrote which I had a title for after writing about 500 words. (If you were thinking, you know what, I really want to read Remus Lupin slowly cracking under the strain of intense grief, his friends suspecting him and the pressure of the war as October 31st creeps steadily nearer, check it out! It's my favourite of the ones I've written, but then, I am an angst monster).

Do you outline: It varies. Most one-shots just sort of happen when I get a fraction of a scene in my head and it all just flows from there. Apart from Expectant, but that was because I thought I should probably consider what emotional points I wanted to hit for each month of Lily's pregnancy instead of winging it like I usually do. For The Price We Pay, I got to chapter 3 and then decided I should probably do an outline, but I haven't stuck to it entirely and I don't plan very many chapters ahead. I just jot down the key focus of each section of a chapter, or sometimes, just write "?????" and hope that inspiration hits me later. It's kind of a miracle I ever get anything done.

Ideas I probably won’t get to but it would be nice: I have this idea of Harry, post-BOH, in therapy, percolating in my brain. I'm not sure I'll ever write it, but it seems interesting and fun in theory!

Callouts: Cer, I feel like literally no one but you cares that you started the last sentence in the same way as you're starting this one, just chill out and WRITE SOMETHING.

Best writing habits: I have a notebook that I keep on my bedside table which has really helped me get more stuff down. Something about actually writing by hand feels freer, in a strange way, although later typing it up and finding that it was not as much as I thought it was is a bit irritating, ha.

Spicy tangential opinion: Eeeeek I don't know that I have one? At least not one that's different to what I've seen from other people. Perfect characters are dull characters.

TAGGING: @efkgirldetective, @mppmaraudergirl, @scriibble-fics if you haven't done it already! :)

[that80sslytherinwrites]

Who I Write For/Ships/Navigation

All the boys, I suppose if you really want to include Cameron

Any of the lost boys as well as Michael, Sam, Star, and the Frog brothers

The gang

Anyone in the Golden Trio era

Note: You may request whatever you like. Make it as specific or as vague as you want. I don’t know if I can do NSFW because I have no experience but if you want to request it I will do my best. Feel free to request other movies/shows, if I know them well enough I can also write for them if you like. Your best bet would be an 80s film. 

I will now also be doing ships, so feel free to send a description, which fandom, and if you have a sexual preference Also if you feel it necessary for what fandom you ask for (Lost Boys and Outsiders mostly) add your age so I don’t ship you with someone too young.

All my fics/headcanons are tagged under #n.ruby writes