#yes marauders fandom I am looking at you

[metalomagnetic]

After seeing about 50 'Dumbledore is evil' and 'everything is Dumbledore's fault' and 'but why didn't Dumbledore did this or the other' posts in a row, I find myself wishing Dumbledore just fucked off to somewhere nice and sunny in '81, early retirement (or is it early if he's already 100?) and washed his hands off magical Britain entirely.

Some of y'all sound like Fudge with your Dumbledore bashing. I wish, at least, Dumbledore would have left when Fudge and that corrupt as hell Ministry did their best to ruin his name and his image.

Pack up his ancient shit and move to a nice beach somewhere, with his pet bird and a huge bag of candy.

This way, my man Voldemort could have won in like five minutes, and Harry would be dead, Voldemort would rule supreme, Bella would keep being the queen she is, and my little Voldemort shaped heart would be happy.

But no, Dumbledore stayed, orchestrated Voldemort's downfall by giving Harry step by step instructions, gave up his own life in the process, made sure Harry would keep his, because apparently that's what 'evil men' do instead of retiring in comfort.

Not only Harry wouldn't have survived without Dumbledore, but he most likely wouldn't even exist without Dumbledore. Because, you know, this evil man is also the one that took down another dark lord back in the day; if Grindelwald would have won, there would be no Lily, most likely. Thus no Harry.

But yes, go get your 'Dumbledore is evil' badges- I hear Fudge and Umbridge are leaders of the hate club, I'm sure they'll receive new followers with open arms. Draco is probably the secretary, because he hates Dumbledore, too, and he likes making badges.

Also, can someone explain to me how Dumbledore, the only gay man in canon, became the fandom's resident homophobe? That's just weird, my friends. Very weird, to say the least. It gets even nastier when you say he 'groomed' students. That's an awful thing to throw around about a gay dude, you know?

There are so many reasons one can dislike Dumbledore for, but you do have the option to not like a flawed character without turning them into a ridiculous caricature of themselves.

P.S: I am not talking about fics. Write your fics and your characters however you want, whatever makes you happy. Your fic is your domain, and you do whatever you want in there, hopefully with no asshole to attack you in the comments. Same with reading- read what you want, bashing or no bashing. Have the best of fun!

I am talking about these 'meta' type posts on social media, tagged with "Albus Dumbledore", where they act as if canon Dumbledore was legit evil, incompetent or homophobic.

[dinarosie]

hi i am actually very interested in the fact that you are "anti-marauders" because i have a strong feeling you've never actually had a conversation with a (real, not tik-tokified) marauders fan. i don't particularly "hate" snape, but i do NOT think he's a good person. i have a lot of similar nuanced feeling pertaining to peter, and i will admit that james and sirius are often childish and did bully snape. i've decided to reread half-blood prince, and rewatch the movie, so i can have a real conversation of my opinion on snape, and i will send in another ask later.

also, sectumsemprus (is that it?) is his SIGNATURE spell- for reference, voldemort's signature spell is avada kedavra, and harry's is probably expelliarmus. do you know how many times you have to use a spell for it to become your signature spell?

Hi there! Thanks for reaching out.

First, I want to clarify that I use anti-Marauders tags not because I created this blog solely to spread hate against them or to harass their fans, but because it’s a general Tumblr rule. For nearly any post criticizing a character, you’re expected to use anti tags, as fans of that character might not want to see critical posts about their favorite. This ensures fans who may not want to see criticism of their favorite characters can filter or avoid it if they choose.

Now, you mentioned that I probably haven’t talked to a “real” Marauders fan, which is why I have anti-Marauders posts. But honestly, I don’t think all fans of the Marauders share the same views, nor is it possible to talk to every fan before making a post. I see a lot of anti-Snape content daily—much of it from Marauders fans—and often get an idea for a post that I decide to share. I imagine most bloggers do this; it’s part of engaging with fandoms online. I try to offer thoughtful critiques when possible, but that does take time. Sometimes, seeing particularly harsh, illogical, or double-standard comments pushes me to post a short, sarcastic response—one that mirrors the style of some of the content I encounter.

Overall, I wouldn’t call myself “anti All of Marauder fans.” Yes, I use terms like “Marauders fans” and “anti-Marauders” tags, but my issue is only with fans who unreasonably hate Snape and mock him (even for things like his background) or who attack Snape supporters, labeling them with hurtful terms simply for supporting him. Outside of those specific cases, I have no problem with other fans.

As for your question about Sectumsempra, I understand you’re suggesting it became Snape’s “signature” spell through frequent, harmful use. I looked up the reference you mentioned, and here’s the passage from Deathly Hallows where Lupin speaks of Sectumsempra:

“He lost his hood during the chase. Sectumsempra was always a specialty of Snape’s. I wish I could say I’d paid him back in kind, but it was all I could do to keep George on the broom after he was injured, he was losing so much blood.”

It’s worth noting the term Lupin uses here: specialty, not signature. Sectumsempra first appears in Half-Blood Prince as an unknown spell by an unnamed creator. After Harry uses it on Malfoy, it’s still an unfamiliar spell until Snape admits to creating it at the end of the book. But in Deathly Hallows, right after the Battle of the Seven Potters, Sectumsempra becomes widely associated with Snape (via Lupin’s words).

While in Half-Blood Prince the goal is to keep the creator of this spell anonymous, in Deathly Hallows it’s crucial to know exactly who used Sectumsempra during the Battle of the Seven Potters. The inconsistency here seems intentional. The author isn’t referencing Sectumsempra’s notoriety here to highlight Snape’s past; rather, I believe she brings it up as an important clue about the future. This clue gains significance after we view Snape’s memories, especially after reading Dumbledore’s line to him just before the Battle of the Seven Potters:

And Severus, if you are forced to take part in the chase, be sure to act your part convincingly… I am counting upon you to remain in Lord Voldemort’s good books as long as possible, or Hogwarts will be left to the mercy of the Carrows..."

But in THE PRINCE’S TALE, we see that Snape defies Dumbledore’s advice—he steps out of his role as a Death Eater and targets another Death Eater with a spell that’s highly conspicuous, one that could jeopardize his cover. (If successful, and had it hit another Death Eater, they would have immediately recognized the spell as Snape’s own.) So why would Snape make such an irrational choice? Why take such a risk? To save the life of Remus Lupin.

This scene is one of many that show Snape’s growth and commitment to doing the right thing—not out of loyalty to Lily, not for Dumbledore, nor for any personal reward.( And that's exactly why, in the chapter where Snape's true loyalty and the real story behind him are finally revealed, this spell and its backstory are brought up.) As he admitted in his iconic line to Dumbledore, he had grown weary of watching lives be lost when he had the power to save them. Whether it’s an old bully, Lucius and Narcissa’s son, or James and Lily’s, Snape steps in without hesitation to protect a life—even if it endangers his own

Another reason I don’t believe the author’s aim here is to highlight Snape’s crimes as a Death Eater is that there are numerous scenes throughout the series discussing Snape’s actions during that time. Yet, we never see any indication or hint from the author that Snape committed serious harm or atrocities while serving as a Death Eater. In fact, in his argument with Bellatrix, it’s mentioned that Snape actively tried to avoid participating in missions. During his planning conversations with Dumbledore, we’re also told that his soul has never been tainted by murder. And in Karkaroff’s trial, there’s no crime or accusation he can use against Snape.

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

INTRO/NAVIGATION POST

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i'm doing a binge watch of all studio ghibli movies! if you want the details, go here!

INTRO

hi, my name is ana (short for anastasia, bestowed upon me by james. or, as runar says, short for anaesthesia 😒🎀 /lh)

i'm a minor (14-16 bracket)

i go by all pronouns (they/she preferred <3) my gender is currently up for debate, i'm pansexual and demiromantic 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

canadian 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

i don't believe in astrology but i'm a taurus ♉

i use way too many emoticons and usually type in lowercase letters (for the ✨aesthetic✨)

and i am always so veryvery excited to meet new people on here :D

here is my pinterest ☆

☆ fandoms: good omens | the vivzieverse | all of em studio ghibli movies (mainly howls moving castle though) | the osemanverse | pirates of the caribbean | all of those delicious tim burton films, beetlejuice especially (and the musical!) | sorta in the heathers fandom but i haven't actually watched the musical (or the movie lmao), just the soundtrack ;-; | night at the museum but only for the tiny gay people lol | DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :D | the marauders sort of ☆

☆ favourite books: anything by alice oseman | coraline | good omens* | the book thief | percy jackson | harry potter** | a good girls guide to murder | the graveyard book | carry on/the simon snow series ☆

*yes i know about the neil gaiman sa allegations, yes i am ✨seperating the art from the artist✨ because it wasn't just neil who made good omens

**not supporting she-who-must-not-be-named by any means (ew fuck her)

☆ favourite movies/tv shows: howls moving castle | inside out | helluva boss | hazbin hotel | good omens | coraline | night at the museum | monty python and the holy grail | matilda | my neighbor totoro | ponyo | the harry potter series ☆

☆ also i really love musicals: beetlejuice | heathers | ride the cyclone | mean girls | legally blonde | etc. ☆

☆ favourite artists (in no particular order): girl in red | tv girl | queen | abba | bon jovi | taylor swift | CONAN GRAY MY BELOVED <3333 | musical soundtracks lol | beyonce | cavetown | lemon demon | chappell roan ☆

☆ things that make me happy: meeting new people online | doing puzzles | doomscrolling | the sound of keyboards | reading | my cat <3 | the color of bubbles | cool rocks | rain | silence | stars | big comfy hoodies | the colour of blood | red pandas <3 look at their little fuzzy faces!! | watching "slime tutorials" winkwink nudgenudge ☆

☆ dni if you are homophobic, transphobic/terf, racist, xenophobic, a pedophile, republican, pro-israel, or in any way hateful and/or bigoted <3 ☆

tagging system masterlist: here

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first of all, if you know me irl somehow, i'm actually a pretty different person on here and i will not be changing my online personality for you <3 also, please don't call me by my real name, use ana/anastasia :) (also obviously don't give info about who i am duh)

please don't send me asks with a fundraiser or a donation page because i am in fact a minor and therefore poor as fuck. i am not able to donate to whatever campaign you have, however much i want to. anything asking me to donate money will be deleted without so much as a second glance

look! userboxes! :D

i think i'm gonna ramble on at you for a bit more

anyone else hate the sound of styrofoam? makes me want to shed my skin and shiver until mushrooms erupt from my pores

that was weird. sorry.

y'know i think i'm gonna ramble on about one of my special interests to you now.

listen up pals because i'm gonna tell you some stuff about pompeii.

ALRIGHTY so getting right into it, pompeiis eruption was mainly just ash and dust falling down on the city, along with some pumice etc. it covered the city so thickly that even people who stayed inside died.

but that's not all. the dust rushing down the mountain, called the pyroclastic surge, got superheated. i can't remember the exact number but it was big. think burning upon impact.

speaking of the heat of the pyroclastic surge, it was so hot that the people standing in the streets immediately evaporated all the water in their bodies, and that's why they were all curled up on the ground, the heat caused their muscles to contract. cool, huh?

yeah. i think so too.

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why are you still here?

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i've recently been getting into the sort of fourth-wall breaking dreamcore stuff.

PANPLOSAURUS, BAM!!

bet you weren't expecting that, hm?

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i'm gonna go now

psyche (or is it sike?)! as if. i've put too much work into this post now, i can't stop.

i love space, don't you? not the sort of purple and blue and red galaxy thats on every piece of edgy wolf art, but the way that you look up at the sky and think you see a star, the first star of the night, but no its just an airplane.

but then you realize it was a star, your vision is just swimming

and you suddenly see all the stars

and look, there's a constellation

and you stand there under the flickering streetlight for a bit, just looking up

up

up is a funny word.

what was i talking about?

oh right, the stars.

i like the stars. i like astrology, i think it's cool, but i don't believe in it really. most likely just behavioural patterns based on times of year. i'm a taurus, if you want to know.

this is a long post.

d'you think i can make a text post longer than "do you love the color of the sky?"

"which one?"

i love the color of the sky.

unfortunately, i live in the city

too much light pollution to see the stars or the color of the sky.

my friend wrote me this poem and the last line was "like a spider trapped under a cup, you wish you could just float up."

that word again. up. up. up.

i'd like to float up, i think.

i'd take my phone with me, so we can stay together.

remember the panplosaurus? good times.

how long has it been?

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sometimes i want to

thats sad. what do i want to do? i looked through my autocorrect suggestions to find something i might want to do

i don't know what to do

well, this is getting depressing. i'm getting rather tired. sorry.

whenever i think of the word sorry i think of heartstopper in the one panel with nick telling charlie to stop apologizing.

"you know, you say sorry a lot."

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"don't you dare say it!"

"i kinda want to say it"

"don't!"

i like that part.

anyways, i'm gonna edit most of my spelling mistakes in here and go to bed.

i love you

<3

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

Being Around You Makes Me Feel Better

Fandom: Harry Potter - Marauders Era

Pairing: James Potter/Reader

Character: James Potter

Summary: You have a bad day, where you hate yourself and the way you look. You sneak into James’ bed in his dorm and thats where he finds you and spends time trying to make you feel a bit better or at the very least forget for now.

Reader is autistic and so am I.

Notes: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters. I also don’t believe JKR’s beliefs. This account is safe place for all.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Posted on AO3 here.

You couldn’t help it. When everyone left for classes, you crept into the Marauders dorm and climbed into James’ bed. You stayed there all day. You felt safe surrounded by his scent and his things. You knew that he could always make you feel better, but you pulled the blankets up to your neck. That's where you stayed as you cried yourself to sleep.

You woke to the sound of the door opening and someone gasping. You didn’t care who it was, if they spoke to you, you’d just ask for James. You only wanted your best friend.

You didn’t hear the sounds of anyone approaching, but when you see them crouch down and see James himself in front of you, you whisper, “Jamie, you’re here.”

“Hey love,” he whispers back in response. He waves his wand and a glass of water appears in his hand. He hands it to you, and you drink it, before he waves it away as he looks at you sadly, “What’s wrong?”

“Jamie, I hate myself. I need you. Being around you makes me feel better.”

He smiled at you softly before he asked, “can I climb in with you?”

You hum in response as you open the blankets for him. You let go of them as he takes off his shoes and then climbs in next to you. He wraps the blanket around both of you, before he wraps his arms around you.

“Why do you hate yourself, love?”

“I feel fat. I look ugly. I can’t stand looking in the mirror. I don’t think anyone but you really likes me.”

“I need you to look at me, lovey,” James told you kindly, which made it hard to resist, you looked up at his beautiful and kind blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you didn’t lie about that. He was the only person you knew you could trust to tell you the truth, even on days like today, when you didn’t even trust yourself.

“Then trust me when I say this,” he tells you honestly as you look at different parts of his face; seeing his beauty, since looking in people’s eyes for too long would become uncomfortable. He didn’t mind and you knew that, as long as you listened. “You are the most beautiful person I know; inside and out. You may not believe it, but I’ll prove it and show you everyday, because I wish I could date someone like you.” He paused as you stopped looking at him and cuddled into him. “No, not someone like you. I wish I could have the courage when you’re not having a day like this, but I want to date you.”

“What about Lily?”, you whispered back.

“What about he-,” he cut himself off, before slowly saying, “I haven’t been flirting with her.” He kissed the top of your head. “I was flirting with you, but when they first asked me, I was embarrassed to say I was flirting with you. You were right there. I was worried you’d reject me and we’d go from being best friends to being awkward around each other to being people the other used to know.

“Jamie,” you knew he could hear the catch in your throat and that he’d probably realise you’d been crying, but they were no longer sad tears. “I’ve loved you since second year.”

He paused. “Really?”

You smiled and nodded, “yeah.” You paused cuddling into his warmth and yawned, lifting one of your hands to cover your mouth.

You listened as he told you, “I’ll spend the rest of my life showing and telling you how much I love you.”

You yawned again and he kissed the top of your head again, and rubbed your back as you whispered, “I love you, James.”

As you fell asleep, you could’ve sworn he whispered, “I love you too, angel.”

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LATER THAT DAY

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You woke up later that day still in James’ arms, with him holding you really close to him. One of his arms was rubbing your back gently and the other holding you as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

You hummed contentedly and James whispered, “Love, are you awake?”

You hummed again before yawning and then answered, “yeah, Jamie. Just woke up.”

“I have something I want to officially ask you,” he asked as you moved up slightly so the two of you were face to face.

You lifted your hand up to his cheek, he sighed and closed his eyes, “what is it?”

He opened his eyes, kissed your palm before asking, “I love you and from what you said before, you love me.” He paused and you nodded before he finally asked, “will you go out with me?”

Slowly you started smiling as you moved your hand down to his waist, hugging him, before you answered, “yes, I’d love to.”

You moved closer to him and pecked his lips.

“Do you feel any better now, my love?”

You looked at him as he cupped your cheek, closing your eyes and enjoying his touch. “Whenever you're around, I always feel better. I’m not back to 100% but you make me feel safe and you’ve always found a way to silence the voices. However, unlike today, it's usually your antics or the pranks that help to silence them enough that I stop paying attention to them as much.”

He smiled, before he moved closer, kissing you, with so much love and affection that you melted against him, before he pulled back.

“Are you hungry?”

You think for a moment before your stomach rumbles, answering for you.

He smiled before he kissed you. When he pulled back, he looked in your eyes, “I’ll go get us some food, my love. Is there anything specific that you’d like?”

You told him what you felt like eating and he smiled, before he said, “I’ll be back soon. Wait here?”

“Where else would I want to be?”

He gave you a peck on the cheek before he left, which made you blush. When he came back, he sat next to you before calling one of the house elves, who appeared with trays of food which slowly levitated over to the bed.

Both of you thanked the house elf before they disappeared.

He smiled at you before he leaned over to give you a quick kiss. The two of you ate and just spent the rest of the evening together.

Even when the rest of the guys came in, he just held you close as he talked to them. You joined in the conversation at times, and they were just as happy as always to see you.

That was one thing you loved about his friends; even before you became friends with them, they always included you when you were with James. All of them made you feel welcomed. With that thought, you turned and kissed James’ cheek and snuggled more into his side.

[ravenclawloverofseverussnape]

What are your opinions on snarry?

Hi, thank you very much for asking, I hope more people ask what I think about other ships, Snarry in particular..... I don't like it and I have several reasons for this.

the age difference

veran Severus is 20 years older than him, oh 21? I don't remember, the point is that the age difference is huge for me.

He is the son of James Potter

Harry is James Potter's son, which in itself leaves me conflicted. I have no opinion of Harry, but I do of James. I hate him for being a bully and practically cheating on his wife about how he "grew up," demeaned Vernon and Petunia, and intimidated muggle police officers when he's supposed to be locked up because of the prophecy.

Oh, and don't get me started on Snape's worst memory, damn, that was UNFORGETTABLE AT ALL.

He is the son of Lily Evans Potter

you see, I don't like this character very much, I've already explained why but I'll say it in summary: the fandom, J.K Rowling's writing etc paint her as "the good popular girl who wants to be with the bully even though she knows he's a bastard and falls into the clutches of that bastard (James)" it is said that she is a good friend.... but she doesn't want Snape to defend himself, despite the fact that she knows that , although the marauders DO NOT use dark arts, she continues to defend them just because of that fact and calls Snape "obsessed with the marauders" uff That's a low blow for me.

He then doesn't ask Snape about the werewolf prank, doesn't question him if it's okay, just claims that "he should be grateful to James for saving him" and claims that's what happened, doesn't bother to ask any further questions, indicating that he doesn't really care.

Let's not talk about her lack of intervention in Severus' worst memory, she spent the whole time talking to him instead of asking if Severus was okay, Lily is a popular girl who could have tried to call someone to help her or if she's so smart she could have freed him or called a teacher if she was afraid that Sirius or Peter would attack her, she could even call Remus since he's a prefect! So many things wrong with her

Harry is the product of one of HP's most toxic couples

I don't think that Jily is a good couple, James made fun of Vernon Dursley, the fiancé of Petunia Evans, the sister of his wife Lily, bragging about riches that they do not understand being muggles, Lily does not intervene in that probably, which makes his relationship with Petunia break even more, with this point also James put Lily's life at risk by running away from home knowing that Voldemort is looking for him, he being hidden in an invisibility cloak and I firmly believe that Lily was making excuses for the (childish) behavior of her husband James Potter.

For me it seems like double standards when they say that using magic on muggles is horrible, but when James shows off his wealth to Vernon and Petunia it's okay (if these characters are detestable but they are still muggles, whether we like it or not)

Lily (even though I don't like her) deserves better than James Potter.

Why did you mention Jily in a post about giving my opinion of Snarry?

Simple, the mere creation of Harry would be a trigger for Severus, yes as a fan of Severus I am aware that Harry is not to blame for having been conceived by one of the most toxic couples in the Harry Potter series, but Harry himself would be a trauma trigger for Severus when remembering the face of James Potter, a character who... until now we do not know if he redeemed himself since he died at 21, but we have seen that Severus has a trauma when seeing Harry.

Severus would need a lot of therapy to be able to have Harry as a couple.

It would take a lot of therapy to heal his past traumas, to cope with them and not see Harry as an extension of James Potter but as an individual being.

Entiendo por qué a algunas personas les gusta Snarry: la dinámica de enemigos a amantes es muy interesante, tengo que admitirlo (como alguien a quien le gusta Snirius), pero no me gusta Snarry por estas razones, creo que Severus merece alejarse de la fuente del trauma (Hogwarts, spinner ends, etc.).

[darlingdreadwrites]

Welcome to My Dollhouse!

about me: keeping this blog anonymous, but you can call me dar. im 19 and use she/her pronouns. i'm a multifandom fanfiction blog.

you can always dm me, i just might be too shy/busy to respond sometimes. literally talk to me about anything.

i wanna post fanfics of the fandoms im apart of before i really open up the requests, and you can look below for who i’ve written for.

in other words, yes you can make requests. keep in mind that i am in college and i’ve been getting my ass dragged by my work recently, so it might take me a bit. i mostly do character x reader.

here’s a list of characters i can write for

i don't write smut at the moment because i don't trust myself to write it well enough

works i've posted:

Creepypasta AUs

(coming soon)

Ticci Toby:

Healing Touches - GN!Reader

Toby x Final Girl F!Reader

Awkward - GN!Reader

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff x Final Girl F!Reader

Eyeless Jack:

Accident in the Woods - GN!Reader

Paul Dano Riddler:

cam - GN!Reader

fandoms: creepypasta, gravity falls, the batman (2022), midnight mass, the last unicorn, magnus archives, twilight, marauders, mystic messenger, nevermore trilogy by kelly creagh, the boy

music: deftones, nicole dollangager, elysian fields, boa, mazzy star, the veils, a perfect circle, mook, matchbook romance, jack off jill, snake river conspiracy, ethel cain

[orchideous-nox]

what are some problematic opinions you have??

I really don't think any of my opinions are problematic? Idk, I guess I'll let the people be the judge of that. I want to preface that these are how I feel personally and I would never try to enforce my opinions on others. Ship who you want to ship, love who you want to love. If you disagree with any of my opinions then that's fine but please don't try and convince me to "see your reasoning", these are opinions I'm pretty set on.

I don't particularly multiship, not because I have no sense of fun but because I genuinely can't understand how people ship Barty with Sirius or Narcissa with Lily or Evan with James etc. It makes so sense and no amount of reasoning will ever convince me that anybody other than Evan can stand Barty to a degree that they want to fuck him. He's so annoying and I mean that with all the love in the world as an Evan kin. I think Sirius needs Remus to mellow him out. Lily and Narcissa is just a no from me. Period.

I think sometimes the fandom forgets that relationships can be platonic. Friends exist, not every character needs to fuck all of their best friends because they understand each other so deeply. Yes, they have great chemistry...as friends. Platonically. Do you want to fuck your best friend? .......actually you're on tumblr and a marauders fan so who knows

People are so desperate in this fandom for others to talk about the girls more but then when people do post about them there is like no interaction. From experience, the boys get more hits, more kudos, more notes etc. I write about Rosekiller expecting not much attention, I'm not in it to get popular otherwise I would stick to Jegulus and Wolfstar rather than my precious murder husbands. But whenever I post about the girls the comments are dryyyyy and it's not fun. I love getting comments and replies so I can interact with others and talk about headcanons. It feels like as soon as I post about the girls people forget that they were encouraging more of that content in the first place.

Fanon and canon are blurring and not in a fun way. There are certain headcanons that people take from fanon or even from specific popular fics and start stretching canon to fit the fanon and then get angry when people don't stick to it. Saying a character is canonically a certain way because of implications in the canon can be really harmful.

I don't particularly care for OCs in fics. I read these stories for the characters I like and if an OC has like a massive chunk of a chapter on their own or even whole chapters or whole fics I will likely skip or even DNF because that's just not what I'm here for. Like I don't care.

If a character isn't attractive in this fandom, people don't care. Just because someone doesn't have rippling abs and perfect skin, it doesn't mean you can write them off as being bad. People can be hot and fat, ugly and fat, ugly and skinny, ugly and a good or interesting person!!! As a plus size person, I have spent my whole life looking at media portrayals saying that I am not worth attention until I am skinny, only then can I be attractive, and this fandom can be just as guilty sometimes (I'm looking at you people who make Snape hot to justify liking him, and making Peter have no personality besides being fat).

People are way to eager to interact with content they don't like to tell them they don't like it. Look up what an algorithm is, hun, I'm begging you. (this isn't controversial unless you are one of those people who does that)

Okay, hopefully I've not lost anyone along the way. Like I said, don't try and convince me I'm "wrong" in the comments, these are opinions and cannot be factually incorrect < 3

[fefifofoggy]

The Marauders as The Soldier, Poet, King Meta

So, I don't know if anyone's ever thought about this song with the Marauders specifically. But as a sidenote I like listening to music on my way to classes and I ran across one of those 'and you were a fairy' playlists with the first song being The Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos.

Anyways it made me think of MWPP and which lyrics would represent who.

The King

I don't think that this comes as a surprise to anyone, but I feel James has this spot claimed. The ruler is the most important, he is the king. Everything he says or does can have either a negative or positive impact on the people and his subjects. It was a positive impact for his friends. They remember him in a good light, he can essentially do no wrong and if he does then it can always be explained away for this or that reason. He was the shining sun and the warmth that all the Marauders felt cocooned in. Prongs was their King.

“No, I think you’re like James,” said Lupin, “who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.”

James was protective and loved deeply those that were his. He was honorable, he had a very black and white view of the world from what we know of. The king who found nothing more dishonorable than not trusting his closest friends--the ones he became illegal animagi with, the ones he created a secret map with and the same ones that he went gallivanting through the woods under a full moon with.

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy

(Yes, this is a reference to Christianity, to Jesus and his brow laid in thorns while put on the cross to die.)

But, I also like to think of it and how this would apply to James. There will come a ruler -- he and Lily are a part of a Prophecy; those who have thrice defied Voldemort, with a summer born child. A Prophecy that they go into hiding for, a Prophecy that could kill them. Yet, it wasn't the Prophecy that killed them, but a betrayal of trust.

The Poet

Sirius Black, the poet.

I feel that this might be contested--maybe a lot of people would think this is the role that Remus would slide into, since he already fits into dark academic aesthetic and fandom portrays him as a voracious reader. (Not to mention the way he talks and how he will weaponize his words)

But I think the Poet is Sirius Black.

There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue

Born and raised a pureblood to the House of Black, likely slotted to become the next head of his house after his father or grandfather. We see from Walburga's portrait during OoTP that she had a virulent tongue, a trait that Sirius inherited from her. We see it in the train car during their first meeting.

“Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.

Between MWPP, Sirius has always been the one to use his words to cut people the most.

“There’s enough filth on my robes without you touching them,” said Black.

Picking at people's hygiene, cleanliness, looks, abilities, or intellect--nothing is/was too far for Sirius.

“Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement.”

That's how he talks to a friend once he's gotten annoyed? What about his enemies? Or those he considers beneath him? (Which are typically those he doesn't find to be intellectually stimulating to him, as we've seen and a few other people on here have pointed out.)

More than half the time, Sirius' chosen weapon is his words. He is the type of character to point out flaws, weaknesses, things that he knows will hurt the most because he wants to make you bleed.

(And to think, these quotes aren't even some of the worst things he's said, I just couldn't find the quotes that I wanted and didn't want to leaf through my bookshelf.)

The Soldier

I know this will most definitely be an unpopular opinion, but I couldn't decide between Peter or Remus as the soldier. So, I put them both in this section, but I am more partial to Peter.

Remus as the soldier because of his status as a werewolf.

There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword

His lycanthropy is his sword, and he is one of Dumbledore's soldiers because of his ability to enter werewolf rings as a spy. It's a heavy burden but one that (as Lupin says) only he can bear.

But that is two of three lines, and he doesn't quite fit the soldier role to me.

Peter does, however.

Sure, he's not a brave soldier, the one that movies are made about--and he doesn't have a strong sense of wanting to fight for the little guy.

But he is still a soldier. The soldier who joined because his friends signed up for a war and he didn't want to be alone. The soldier who thought that maybe, just maybe, he could cruise on throughout the war because he's not particularly useful or strong or politically important in any way. He's just another foot soldier.

Until he is important, and he realizes that he doesn't want to die. He's fresh out of school, he followed his friends into a war because maybe they convinced him (or he convinced himself) that this would be a summer thing or a couple years at most and it'll make for a decent story for his future kids or grandkids when he can say, "Yeah, I fought in the war--on the winning side."

But then he is faced with a choice: living as a turncoat or dying.

Nobody wants to die. Certainly not Peter who is barely in his twenties at this point. He hasn't lived. Didn't have a girlfriend, wasn't married like James was. Did he even want to get married? What if he wanted to travel the world?

We don't know.

So, spying? On his friends, on his comrades, on people who look him in the eye and think they can trust him. And it turns out that Peter is kind of good at it. He's remained undetected for a while. Hell, Sirius thinks its Remus and Remus thinks its Sirius. Nobody ever suspects Peter.

After all, why would they? It's not like he's ever been anything more than a coward, right? James and Sirius' tagalong. Peter couldn't hurt a fly, not when he was the fly.

There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down

First his sword was his secret as a spy.

Then he becomes a Secret Keeper. The Secret Keeper.

A Fidelius Charm was advanced magic. Voldemort could make out with the Potter's living room window and still not know they were on the other side, unless--

Unless someone with the key to the city let him in.

Tearing a city down had never been easier.

[intricatechaosofyou]

Sewing Lessons

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: Life Day is quickly approaching, so you and Omega set out to give your boys some gifts.

Using the prompts “Did you get us matching pajamas?”

Warnings: sewing needles (no one gets poked, they just exist), kissing, I am unaware if mistletoe is a thing in the Star Wars universe but it is now so deal with it

Author’s note: Happy Life Day Exchange @wizardmandoo !! It was great getting to write for you. I hope you enjoy this story and have a fantastic Life Day season, babe!

And thank you to @cloneficgiftexchange for putting this together!! This was my first exchange and I’m so glad to take part!

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Strands of green hung around Omega’s door frame as she sat in the gunner’s mount that served as her makeshift room. The young girl had never experienced a real Life Day before. Kamino wasn’t known for their festivities; the long-necks claimed they took away from their work time. So although the boys didn’t have much experience actually celebrating the holiday either, they all tried their best to give Omega a perfect first Life Day.

Hunter had let you all stop for a few days on a snowy planet. With enough supplies, he figured you could take a break somewhere festive for the holiday.

Wrecker had let Omega sit atop his shoulders to hang up homemade garland around the Marauder.

Tech had taught her about the history behind the holiday, telling her everything he had learned from the Holonet.

Crosshair had taught her to make the perfect snowball and helped her perfect her aim.

And Echo told her stories every night before bed he had heard back during his days celebrating Life Day in the 501st.

Yes, all the boys had done their best to give Omega a perfect Life Day. But Omega was even more excited to give them a perfect Life Day. The girl had the biggest heart, so that’s how you found yourself crammed in the gunner’s mount with her, carefully watching as she stitched her design.

She had wanted to give the boys gifts, and when you recommended pajama pants, she jumped at the idea. The boys only had their blacks and sometimes the Marauder could get cold, even for them.

So the two of you found the perfect red and black pants that would match the team’s colors, and Omega was insistent on adding the Clone Force 99 symbol onto the pants, skull and all.

“It’ll be perfect!” She claimed.

So you found the sewing kit you kept in case someone’s clothes needed repair and showed her how to sew.

The girl was very intent in her escapades, listening and watching your stitching intently. She put her all into making the design. And when she was disappointed about her stitches being crooked, you reassured her that her brothers would love them no matter how they looked.

“I’m done with Tech’s,” she announced, holding up the pants to show the freshly sewn design on the left leg.

“Perfect, Megs. Now only Echo’s and Hunter’s left.” You took the garment from her and folded them up to add them to the pile of finished gifts.

She nodded and began to thread her needle when Wrecker called her name from the cockpit.

“I got something else to hang up!” He called.

Placing her supplies down, she rushed down the ladder to help Wrecker hang up another decoration.

You laughed and climbed down from her room as she took off. You smiled at the small girl before looking to your left, finding Hunter leaning against the wall, arms crossed across his chest.

“Hey there, Sarge,” you smiled.

He smiled and glanced over at Omega. “You two are certainly spending a lot of time up there.”

“Just having a little girl time.”

His eyebrow raised at your response. Although it wasn’t a complete lie, it wasn’t the complete truth either.

“Anything I should be concerned about?” He questioned.

You adamantly shook your head. “Nope!”

He smirked and leaned in to whisper in your ear so Omega wouldn’t overhear him. “No Life Day gifts hidden up there?”

You gasped and gently hit his arm. “How dare you accuse us of hiding something!”

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move away from you. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin the surprise, cyar’ika.”

“You better not,” you retorted as Omega came rushing back up to the two of you.

She immediately grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards her project. You didn’t resist the girl’s pull and sent Hunter a wink before heading back to Omega’s little room.

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The seven of you sat in the middle of the hull of the Marauder. Omega had practically been bouncing off the walls as the time to exchange gifts came around. She happily handed each of them their gifts. Even though you didn’t have enough credits to wrap them in something nice, it was clear by the look on their faces that they appreciated the gesture.

As they unfolded the garments, Hunter smiled at you. “Did you get us matching pajamas?”

You nodded and gestured to the girl beside you. “Megs is the mastermind behind this one. She wanted to do something special for you boys.”

“Do you like it?” The young girl asked, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

“They’re perfect, Omega,” Echo replied.

“They’ve even got our symbol on ‘em!” Wrecker shouted, glee evident in his voice as he held up the pants. “Looks great!”

Omega smiled and happily retold the story of sewing the symbol on as the boys listened, indulging her in the exaggerated tale. Even Crosshair had a small smile on his face as Omega spoke.

You happily listened along from your spot on the floor when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you found Hunter standing above you. Subtly, he tilted his head towards the doorway of the cockpit.

Getting the message, you nodded and stood up, careful not to interrupt Omega’s story as you two made your way to the cockpit.

“What’s up, Hunter?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you stood in the doorway.

There was a pause as he considered his next words, fingers twitching as if he was twirling his vibroblade between them.

“I wanted to thank you. For the pants,” he finally said.

“Megs and I just want our boys to be comfortable,” you responded, heat blooming in your chest. “Thanks for not spoiling the surprise.”

A smirk made its way onto his face and he leaned back against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “So you two were hiding Life Day gifts.”

“We weren’t hiding anything. We just evaded your senses,” you lied, smiling innocently at the sergeant.

Hunter clicked his tongue. “Nothing evades my senses, cyar’ika.”

You tensed slightly, wondering if that was true. Could he hear the way your heart was fluttering in your chest? Could he see the way you smiled just a little bit bigger when you saw him? Could he feel how your skin was always warm when he was around?

Hunter opened his mouth, no doubt to tease you again, when Crosshair’s voice rang out through the ship.

“The mistletoe seemed to evade your senses though.”

You glanced at the team’s sniper, brow furrowing before looking above your head.

There it was. A small plant hung from the cockpit’s doorway: the new decoration Omega and Wrecker had hung up a few days prior.

Glancing back at Crosshair, you found that the rest of the team was staring at you.

“What‘s so important about mistletoe?” Omega asked innocently.

“It means they gotta kiss,” Echo explained, a teasing lilt in his voice as he glanced at the two of you.

“Technically—“

Tech was quickly cut off when Wrecker shoved him.

“Shush!”

You turned back to Hunter, slightly confused when you saw the small smirk on his face.

“Hunter…”

One of his hands came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face towards his.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours. “I told you. Nothing evades my senses.”

Before you could respond, you felt his lips press against yours. It was completely intoxicating, and you grabbed his shoulders to keep yourself steady. The kiss was filled with such precision, every movement careful but filled with such feeling, you felt like you were drowning in him.

As Hunter pulled back from you, the rest of the world came crashing back on you. The cheers of his brothers, the feel of his blacks beneath your fingers, and yet you could only focus on his eyes and how they remained fixed on you.

You, stumbling over yourself as your mind tried to catch up.

Your head spun as you connected the dots, the fact he brought you over here purposely, knowing the mistletoe hung above you.

Just to kiss you?

It seemed surreal, the ghost of Hunter’s lips still on yours. But it was real.

A smirk spread across your lips. “I’m glad you liked the present.”

“That’s all you have to say?” He asked.

“Happy Life Day,” you whispered, before reconnecting your lips, earning another round of hoots and hollers from his brothers and Omega.

And as you two rejoined the group, Hunter’s arm draped across your waist, you smiled to yourself. Happy Life Day indeed.

[magic-sch00lbus-dr0p0ut]

Hii! I'm looking for moots to be nerds with (to talk to) so... here's me l guess :)

I'm Katie (she/her), my favourite colour is yellow, and I have many, many interests but have adored reading since I was young, I also play 5 instruments so I love music!

More About Me ↧

My Interests !

⭐️ = Favourite

FANDOMS/SHIPS:

⭐️Marauders - Wolfstar, Jilly, Jegulus, Dorlene

⭐️All For the Games - Neil/Andrew

Hannibal

IT - Reddie

⭐️Gravity Falls

Legend of Zelda

Stardew Valley - my partner is harvey ofc

Luca

Percy Jackson (haven’t read the books in a while but adored them when I was little and I could still go on about them)

Good Omens

⭐️Steven Universe

Over the Garden Wall

But I’m a Cheerleader

Young Royals

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MUSIC:

The Cure

⭐️David Bowie

The Beatles

Marvin Gaye

The Backseat Lovers

Surf Curse

⭐️Nirvana

⭐️Bikini Kill

Radiohead

Queen

Tv Girl

⭐️Ricky Jamaraz

Khai Dreams

⭐️Tyler the Creator

Stray Kids

⭐️Kendrick Lamar

Beck

Vundabar

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FAV BOOKS:

The Summer of Broken Rules

This is How You Lose the Time War

The King’s Men (aftg 3)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

We Are the Ants

Red White and Royal Blue

I Fell in Love With Hope

💕Favourite Genre is Romance/Tragedy💕

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Fun Tumblrish) Facts About Me:

- I have a grungy style and love thrifting

- I have enjoyed reading since I was little but only discovered my love of writing back in middle school thanks to ✨fanfiction✨

- I’m bisexual

- I read a LOT of fanfiction (yes I have read atyd, and adored it)

- I play softball and tennis

- I adore art but am personally horrible at it

Have a beautiful evening! 💕✨

[lexithwrites]

soooo what's exactly your problem with lily (i understand this one, if the fandom gonna take her husband from her they at least should do her justice or don’t write her) and barty being portrayed as shitty exes and why you can't scroll past and let people write what they want and where does your limitation end? are you also gonna bash writers who write regulus as raging homophobe and rapist in wolfstar fanfics or it doesn’t apply to him? what about snape? the way he's written in many marauders fanfics goes against his canon arc, should the writers be called out for inaccurate portrayal of him?

i think characters are tools and if writers wanna use them as tools it should not be controversial. do you think otherwise?

to answer your first question — because it's an opinion. am i going onto people's fanfictions and wasting my time commenting that i hate their trope? no. am i calling authors out by username? no. am i just stating my opinion on my tumblr? yes. plus, you are well within your right to scroll too, you didn't have to let my post get to you? if it offends you that much then block me lmao

id love to know what fics you're reading where regulus does that?? but no i dont agree with that therefore i wouldnt bother reading it? idc how popular a fic is, if i dont wanna read it then i dont have to, its called having free will. i dont want to read about a r*pist for a start, and ive never really liked snape that much and ive only read the books once and watched the films growing up, i dont really think about his character that much especially since i only write muggle/modern aus. write them how you want, but it doesn't mean i have to like it does it?

i dont think anyone should bash authors for their work, myself included. am i allowed to have a private, personal opinion on what i want to read/enjoy reading? absolutely, everyone is in their right! as are you anon, but coming to me and saying this is surely a waste of your time? my opinion doesn't matter to anyone but me lmao

and when did i say it was controversial? i just said i dont like when people make these characters the bad guys when they dont have to. oc's exist for a reason, why not make lily and james old childhood friends instead of exes that have bad blood? why does barty just have to be the old fuck buddy that regulus never looked at again the moment james came around, when he and regulus could have been raised as brothers together and are close that way? or they could all be strangers, the possibilities of fanfics are endless! thats the beauty of them! but is this gonna keep me up at night that authors have FREE WILL and can CHOOSE to write whatever they wanna write? hell no idc that much lmao, but this is my tumblr, as i said, and i can say what i want on it tbh

anyway, if you hate my opinion that much then thats cool, im not mad at that, but you can do much more vital things in your day im sure, have a good one <3

[lovelyyy-luna]

baby, its cold outside

fandom: marauders

fic summary: Y/N and the group are at Sirius’ family cabin, ready for christmas.

chapter summary: reader and the marauders head up to the mountains for a christmas holiday. They want to tell her that they're wizards but don't know how she is going to react.

pronouns: she/her

warning: nothing really

word count: 2151

a/n: this is probably just going to be a two part series. I still have a slight writer's block.

date: december 13, 2023

PART 1 |

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·December 24, 1980, Christmas Eve·

You sat in the car's front passenger seat as your friend Sirius drove, and the rest of your friends, Lily, James, and Remus, were talking in the back about the holiday weekend.

This was the first Christmas that you weren't spending with your family. The past few months, you and your family were rocky, with you doing a 180° on your career, but you were happier.

They couldn't see that; all they saw was that you were making significantly less money than before in your corporate job.

Sirius broke you from your deep thought as he lightly gripped the top of your knee.

“You okay, love?” he asked, smiling at you but quickly looking back at the road.

You smile back at him, “Yeah, all good.”

He looked at you, pressing for more.

“Fine! I was thinking about my family and how incredibly obnoxious they are,” you huff.

Lily popped up from the back, poking between the driver seat and the passenger, “Hey! Don't think about them! This is our weekend, our holiday. And I'm gonna guarantee that it's going to be the best one ever!” she kissed you on the cheek and went back to her seat.

You smiled and went back to looking out at the scenery.

You then pulled up into the driveway to a cabin. It was secluded from the rest of society, perfect for the holiday you were about to have.

The lot of you started to unpack and settle into the cabin.

“Hey, Sirius, are you sure it's okay with your family for us to use the cabin?” Remus asked.

“Oh yeah, of course,” he said, lifting the box of food down the steps, “I mean, I assume it's okay.”

“You assume?” Lily questioned.

“Well, they're on holiday in Belgium and won't be back till the new year,” he said, smiling.

You all nodded, and you and Lily continued to unload as the boys took them inside.

“Well, I must go to the loo,” Lily sighed. You said okay and just continued with what you were doing.

She walked up the steps and into the cabin, “Oh Merlin, this place is a mess. When was the last time someone cleaned it?”

She asked as she reached in her boot for her wand.

Sirius saw what she was doing, grabbed her hand, and took her into the kitchen, looking around for you.

“Hey,” he whispered, “not in front of Y/N, remember?”

“Oh, right,” she sighed with annoyance, “Padfoot, how much longer do we have to keep this a secret? I mean, it's a big part of who we are.”

“I know. I just don't know how she will react to this,” he said with worry.

“If she loves and accepts us, she'll love and accept where we come from,” she smiles reassuringly.

He nods, “Okay, we’ll tell her this weekend but not right now.”

She nods back, “Great! Well, can I at least get this place looking better?”

He gives her the go-ahead, and she whips her wand out, “Scourgify.”

As if going back in time, the floors, the wall, and even the furniture return to their former glory.

You walk into the cabin, and your face lights up.

“Wow,” you look around and see everything is like a postcard. A fire was already burning, and the tree was up and lit.

“Do you like it?” Sirius asked.

“Yes, it's perfect!” you smile, “Um, where am I staying?”

“Oh, you will be upstairs at the end of the hall to your right.”

You head upstairs with your bags and start to unpack. Everyone else follows your lead, grabbing their stuff and heading to their rooms.

Lily and James got the master room, and Sirius and Remus got the old space he used to share with his brother.

The guy's room was right across from yours, and they heard you hum whatever Christmas song was on the radio you had stuck in your head.

Hearing you made Sirius��� heart skip a beat.

“Hey mate,” Remus said, “ Why don't you invite Y/N to go on a walk in the woods? It's going to be pretty romantic at this time of day.”

Sirius was distracted by you swaying to the song you hummed. “Sorry, Moony, what did you say?”

Remus laughed and nudged Siris pretty hard, and that caused him to fall and you to look in his direction.

“Sirius, you okay?” you chuckled.

He stood up, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, yeah, of course; um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go for a walk before it gets dark out.”

“Oh, sure! Let me get my coat on, and I'll meet you downstairs.”

He goes down and talks to James, who is fixing the fire.

“Okay so you're going to tell her?” James asked.

“Yup. I kinda have to if we want her in our lives.”

“Woah, that's a little dramatic,” James chuckled.

“What are you talking about? It's a pretty big deal. If I tell her and she doesn't like it, it will be a problem; I will probably have to Obliviate her or something if she freaks out.”

“Woah, Woah! Obliviate her? Mate, that's a little extreme to do to someone who doesn't like you back!”

“Like me back? What are you talking about, James?” Sirius looks at his friend in concern.

“You're telling Y/N that you like her?”

“What? What are you talking about? I'm telling Y/N that we are all wizards.”

“So you're not telling Y/N that you like her?”

“No! And what made you think I have feelings for Y/N that way?”

“Are you serious, mate? You are so head over heels for her. Always stand next to her, ensuring she is warm or feeling well.”

“I-I'm just being a good friend.”

“Or, you're always gushing about her.”

“I do not!” he laughs.

He looks over at you coming down the stairs and smiles, and James looks back at him with a goofy look.

Sirius hits him in the arm and head over to the door, grabs your scarf, and wraps it around your neck, and James makes another face at him, pretending to make out with the air, causing Sirius to scurry you out of the house quickly.

Your nose and fingertips instantly freeze when you enter the cold air. With that happening, you just remembered you forgot to pack your gloves.

“You ready?” he asked; when he spoke, you saw his breath.

“Yup,” you smiled and walked beside him.

The trees were layered with snow, and the sun was settling down. It crunched beneath your shoes, and you were just in awe. He looked at how your eyes roamed around the trees and the snow.

You had a chill go down your arms, and you started rubbing your hands together to keep warm.

He noticed, and without hesitation, he grabbed one of your hands and held them as he shoved them into his pockets.

His hand was warm, and you looped your other arm to pull him close to you and let your head rest on his arm. It was a short walk in silence, and you both saw a clearing, and he stopped over there. Both of you stood there just admiring everything until he cleared his throat.

“So, Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.” he was nervous. It was evident in his voice, but you did know what for.

Your hand was still wrapped in his, so you squeezed it several times, letting him know everything was okay.

“So I wanted to talk because I need to come clean about something.”

He sounded like it was severe, so you get prepared for the worst.

He muttered something, and a clap of thunder was heard out of nowhere, shaking you to your very core. It then started to pour on the two of you.

He grabbed you by your hand, “Come on, let's get back to the cabin!”

You both ran back to the cabin; you were soaked and freezing.

He opened the door, and you stepped in. you were shaking so much, as was he.

The other three were sitting on the couch, looking up, startled by the two of you.

Lily stood up, walking towards you, “Where the hell did this storm come from? The weatherman said it was going to be clear and snowy,” she then turned to Sirius suspiciously.

“What? How could it possibly have been me? It's not like I can magically summon storms.” he said, raising his hands in defense.

You sniffle and draw attention to the two staring intensely at each other.

“Oh honey,” she goes towards you, “let's get you out of those wet clothes and into a nice hot bath.”

You follow her up the stairs.

“Hey! I'm cold too!” he yells at Lily.

She stopped at the step she was on, flipped him off, and continued upstairs.

You laughed and went to your room to get those clothes off. She started the bath.

Once you removed your clothes, you wore your robe and headed to the bathroom.

“Okay, the bath is ready; why don't you hand me your clothes and I'll dry them off. Also, dinner will be ready in about an hour.” she smiles and leaves you to it.

You take your robe off and step into the hot bath. You submerge your entirety into the tub. It was soothing and relaxing.

You wash your hair and body and ensure you get all the mysterious rain washed off of you.

You finish up in the bath and dry yourself off. You look in the mirror and wipe away the fog.

You were just looking at yourself, thinking about what Sirius was trying to tell you.

Downstairs Sirius and Remus set the table while Lily and James were cooking the last food.

“So you didn't tell Y/N, did you?” Remus asked.

“Nope, did you see that crazy storm out there?” Sirius said.

“You mean the storm that you caused?” Lily shouted from the kitchen.

Sirius rolled his eyes, and Remus laughed.

“Well, you have to tell Y/N,” Lily said.

“Tell me what?” you asked, coming down the stairs.

Everyone started to look at each other.

“Oh… to… tell you that dinner is ready,” she said with a smile.

“Oh, well, I'm here, so let's dig in.”

Everyone grabs a plate and goes into the kitchen buffet-style to get their food. Sirius pours everyone a glass of wine from his parent's private cellar back home.

With everyone sitting down, it was silent as you all ate the food.

You sat next to Sirius, Remus sat at the head, Lily was across from Sirius, and James was across from you.

“Wow, Lily, James, this food is delicious,” you say, bringing another bite of food to your mouth.

It was still silent through dinner. Lily needed Sirius to tell you the secret.

She was making intense eye contact with him, and he was intently not making eye contact with her.

She was getting frustrated and kicked Sirius causing him to jolt up.

“Siri, are you okay?” you ask with concern.

“Yes! I have an announcement to make. Y/N,” he looks down at you, raising his glass of wine. “We come from the wizarding world.”

You look at him, around the table, and see them all staring at you.

“Um, okay, cool,” you honestly didn't know what else to say.

“It's true, Y/N, we’re wizards. We all met back when we were eleven at Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry,” Lily explains.

Then they all started to chime in on what you assumed was a joke.

You chuckle and down the rest of your wine.

You went to reach across the table to get the other bottle of wine and then Siris mumbled something and as if by magic the bottle of wine rose and you were in computer shock.

Your eyes widen and you slump back into your chair. The wine bottle went to your glass and was filling it up. You raised your hand weakly to tell the floating wine bottle that was a good amount. The bottle floated back down to the table and everyone was just staring at you.

“Well, I think maybe we all had a little too much to drink,” you get up from your seat, “Lily, this dinner was amazing, and Siri, this wine was very well-aged. I think I'm going to be taking this to my room. I love you all and will see you in the morning.”

You hurriedly grab the bottle of wine and head upstairs.

Your friends sat at the table awkwardly sipping their wine. Sirius got his wand out and magically put everything away.

Everyone went upstairs into their rooms, slightly worried about the outcome of tomorrow.

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[your-girl-nina]

The misogynistic way you jegulus lovers just delete lily shows how much male white supremacy you hold. I'm not being homophobic, I just think that shipping jegulus makes no sense to the story line and it spreads lily hate. The marauders fandom was created with Jily in mind. Not what all you gay people turned it into

Okay this one has been in my drafts for long enough. I would like address that I don't ship jegulus out of hate for lily, I in fact am a multi shipper. Another thing I want to address is that in no way are you allowed to call someone a white male supremacist just because they ship FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. I am Not white, and I am not a man, and even if I were it wouldn't mean I'm those horrible things you called me. It's literally in my username that I'm a girl, can you read? And this is Tumblr. Tumblr is the most gay place on earth.

Now that that's out of the way, enjoy some jegulily smut!

James and Regulus lay on the bed, their naked bodies entwined. Beads of sweat glistened on their skin as they caught their breath, having just shared a passionate kiss. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring every inch.

Meanwhile, Lily stood by the edge of the bed, her fingers running in small circles over her clit. Her pussy was dripping wet with arousal as she watched the two men.

"Fuck him," Lily said in a sultry voice. "I want you to fuck him hard."

James looked at Lily with a lustful grin before turning his attention back to Regulus. He positioned himself between Regulus' legs and grabbed hold of his hips, pulling him closer.

Regulus moaned at the touch, feeling his cock throb with anticipation. He looked up at James with desire in his eyes, ready for whatever he had in store.

"Ready?" James asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Regulus nodded eagerly and braced himself for what was to come. He felt a surge of excitement course through his body as he waited for James to take control.

Without warning, James thrust forward and buried his cock deep inside Regulus' tight hole. A loud moan escaped both of their lips as they felt the intense connection.

"Fuck yes," Regulus groaned. "Just like that!"

Lily watched intently as James began to move his hips in a steady rhythm. Each thrust was met with an equally powerful push from Regulus as they fucked each other passionately.

"You like that?" Lily asked teasingly. "You like taking James' cock?"

Regulus moaned loudly in response, unable to form words as pleasure consumed him completely. His hands clawed at the bedsheets beneath him as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through his body.

James could see how much Regulus was enjoying it and felt a surge of pride. He leaned forward, his lips finding Regulus' in a desperate kiss as he continued to pound into him.

Lily's arousal grew as she watched them, her fingers working faster on her clit. She could feel the tension building inside her, ready to explode at any moment.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against James' ear. "Fuck him harder," she whispered seductively. "Make him come all over your cock."

James shuddered at the words, feeling a wave of desire wash over him. He pulled back slightly and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent.

Regulus cried out in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. Every stroke of James' cock sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through his body.

With one final powerful thrust, James felt himself tip over the edge. He moaned loudly as he came deep inside Regulus, his hot seed filling him completely.

The sensation was too much for Regulus to handle. He let out a loud cry and came untouched all over his own stomach, his cum spilling out onto the bedsheets beneath him.

Lily watched in awe as they both reached their climax. The sight of them coming undone was enough to send her over the edge as well. Her whole body shook with pleasure as she rode out her intense orgasm.

They all collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"That was amazing," Regulus said breathlessly.

"I couldn't agree more," James replied with a satisfied smile.

Lily crawled onto the bed and lay down beside them, her head resting on James' chest. She looked at both men and couldn't help but feel content.

"Definitely worth watching," Lily said with a giggle.

They all laughed together before snuggling closer, enjoying the warmth and intimacy of their connection. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the three of them, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.

James continued to thrust into Regulus, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. He felt his cock twitch inside Regulus' tight ass as he neared his climax. The sight of Regulus' beautiful eyes, glazed over with pleasure, was almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, you're so tight," James groaned, his voice rough with desire. "I could fuck you all day and never get enough."

Regulus moaned in response, his hands gripping James' ass cheeks, pulling him closer. James felt a surge of heat course through him as Regulus' nails dug into his flesh. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Meanwhile, Lily had moved closer to the bed, her eyes fixed on the two men. She watched as James' hips pistoned back and forth, his cock buried deep inside Regulus. She could see the strain on James' face as he fought to hold back his orgasm. Her own breath came in short gasps as she rubbed her clit, the wetness between her legs increasing with each passing moment.

"Harder," Lily whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Make him scream."

James needed no further encouragement. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips pounding into Regulus' ass. The bed creaked with each powerful stroke.

Regulus' eyes widened as the pleasure intensified. He could feel James' cock stretching him, filling him completely. He gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his balance.

"Oh fuck, James!" he cried out, his voice strained. "I'm gonna come!"

James felt his own orgasm building as Regulus' ass clenched around his cock. He thrust one last time, his balls tightening as he released his seed inside Regulus.

"Fuck, yes!" he shouted, his body convulsing with pleasure.

Regulus' eyes rolled back in his head as he came, his cum spurting out onto his chest and stomach. He collapsed onto the bed, his body spent.

James pulled out of Regulus and collapsed beside him, his chest heaving. He looked over at Lily, who was still standing by the bed, her hand between her legs. He smiled at her, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Come here, you," he said, patting the bed beside him.

Lily crawled onto the bed, her eyes never leaving James. She lay down next to him, her hand still working between her legs.

"You're still playing with yourself?" James asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I can't help it," Lily replied, her voice breathless. "You two are so fucking hot."

"Well, then, let's give you a better view," James said, sitting up and pulling Regulus into a sitting position. He turned Regulus towards Lily, positioning him so that his ass was facing her.

Lily's eyes widened as she realized what James had in mind. She watched as James reached behind Regulus and gripped his cock, which was still wet with their combined juices. He stroked it a few times, making sure it was hard and ready.

"Open up," James said to Lily, his voice thick with lust.

Lily's heart raced as she understood what James wanted. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.

James smiled and guided Regulus' cock towards her mouth. He lowered Regulus onto his back and then leaned over him, his mouth hovering over Regulus' ear.

"Suck him off," he whispered. "Make him come in your mouth."

Lily's eyes widened further, but she didn't hesitate. She wrapped her lips around Regulus' cock and began to suck.

Regulus let out a low groan as Lily's warm mouth enveloped him. He felt James' hands on his chest, pushing him down onto the bed.

"That's it, baby," James said, his voice a low growl. "Let her take you."

Regulus closed his eyes, his head falling back as Lily sucked him with increasing intensity. He felt James' hands on his legs, spreading them apart.

"Fuck," Regulus groaned. "I'm gonna come soon."

James smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Then let's make it good."

He reached over to Lily and gripped her hair, pulling her head back slightly. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth.

Regulus felt his cock twitch in Lily's mouth as James kissed her. He could hear Lily's soft moans around James' tongue.

"Come on, Regulus," James said, breaking the kiss. "Let's see you blow your load."

Regulus nodded, his eyes still closed as he focused on the sensations coursing through his body. Lily sucked him harder, her hand massaging the base of his cock.

"That's it, baby," James said, his voice thick with arousal. "Come in her mouth."

Regulus cried out as he came, his cum spurting into Lily's mouth. She swallowed it all, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

James pulled Lily into a kiss, tasting Regulus' cum on her lips. He broke the kiss and smiled at her.

"How was that?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and amusement.

"Fucking amazing," Lily replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Told you so," James said, winking at her.

Regulus lay back on the bed, his chest heaving. He felt a warm glow spread through him as he looked at James and Lily, still entwined in a passionate kiss. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be with them.

"I love you both," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

James and Lily broke their kiss and turned to look at him.

"We love you too," Lily said, reaching over to caress his cheek.

James nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire. "Now, how about we take this to the next level?"

Regulus' eyes widened as James reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small box. He opened it and revealed a black leather collar with a silver padlock.

"What's that for?" Regulus asked, his curiosity piqued.

"It's a collar of ownership," James said, his voice serious. "I want to claim you as mine. Will you let me?"

Regulus' heart raced as he looked at James and then at Lily. He knew what this meant. He would be giving up his freedom, submitting to James' control. But he trusted them both, and he knew that they would never hurt him.

"Yes," he said, his voice steady. "I want you to collar me."

James smiled and reached over to fasten the collar around Regulus' neck. He locked it in place with a soft click.

"You're mine now," James said, his voice thick with emotion. "My submissive, my lover, my pet."

Regulus nodded, a shiver running down his spine as he felt the weight of the collar around his neck. He looked up at James, his eyes filled with love and desire.

"And I'm yours," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

James leaned down and kissed him deeply, his tongue probing Regulus' mouth. He broke the kiss and looked into Regulus' eyes.

"Now, let's see how well you can take orders," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Regulus' heart raced as he realized what James had in mind. He glanced at Lily, who winked at him. He smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate night.

"Yes, sir," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "Whatever you want, sir."

James smiled and reached over to the bedside table, picking up a small whip. He snapped it in the air, the crack echoing through the room.

"On your knees," he said, his voice commanding.

Regulus obeyed, his heart pounding with excitement. He knelt on the bed, his ass sticking up in the air, ready for whatever James had in store for him.

James stepped behind him and ran a hand over his ass cheeks, squeezing them gently.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Regulus moaned softly, his ass clenching in anticipation. He felt James' hand move to the small of his back, pushing him forward slightly.

"Put your hands on the bed and spread your legs," James ordered.

Regulus did as he was told, his heart pounding with excitement. He felt James' hands on his hips, spreading his ass cheeks apart.

"Now, let's see how well you take a spanking," James said, his voice a low growl.

Regulus braced himself as he felt the first strike of the whip on his ass. He cried out in pain and pleasure as the sharp sting radiated across his buttocks.

James smiled as he watched Regulus' reaction. He knew he liked it rough. He brought the whip down again, this time aiming for the center of Regulus' ass.

Regulus' moan turned into a loud cry as the whip made contact. He could feel the heat radiating from his ass, each strike leaving a mark.

"You like that, don't you?" James said, his voice a low whisper in Regulus' ear.

"Yes, sir," Regulus replied, his voice strained.

"Good boy," James said, giving him another sharp strike.

Regulus' ass was on fire, but he loved every minute of it. He felt James' hands on his hips, moving him closer to the edge of the bed.

"Now, let's see how well you can take a fucking," James said, his voice thick with desire.

Regulus' ass was still stinging from the spanking, but he was more than ready for James' cock. He felt James position himself behind him and then the familiar sensation of James' cock stretching his ass.

James thrust into him, his hips pounding against Regulus' ass. He reached around and gripped Regulus' cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Regulus moaned loudly, his ass clenching around James' cock as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He could hear Lily's soft moans as she watched them, her hand still working between her legs.

"Fuck, James," he groaned. "I'm gonna come."

"Not yet," James said, his voice strained. "I want to see you take my cock like a good boy."

Regulus nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to hold back his orgasm. He felt James' hands on his hips, guiding him in a steady rhythm.

"That's it," James said, his voice a low growl. "Take it all."

Regulus' ass was on fire, but he could feel James' cock stretching him, filling him completely. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Please, sir," he begged. "I need to come."

"Not yet," James said, his voice firm. "I want to see you take my cum first."

Regulus nodded, his ass clenching around James' cock as he fought to hold back his orgasm. He felt James' pace quicken, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

"That's it, baby," James said, his voice strained. "Take it all. Come inside me."

Regulus cried out as James came deep inside him, his cock twitching as he felt James' hot seed fill him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He came with a loud moan, his cum spurting out onto the bed.

James collapsed on top of him, his body spent. He pulled out of Regulus and rolled onto his back, catching his breath.

Regulus lay on his stomach, his ass still stinging from the spanking. He felt a warm tongue lick his ass cheek, and he smiled as he recognized Lily's touch.

"That was amazing," Lily said, her voice breathless.

"I couldn't agree more," James said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Regulus turned his head to look at them, a smile spreading across his face. He felt a sense of warmth and fulfillment as he realized how lucky he was to be with them.

"I love you both so much," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"And we love you," Lily said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

James nodded, reaching over to stroke Regulus' cheek.

"Now, let's see what else we can get up to," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Regulus smiled, knowing that the night was far from over. He felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine as he wondered what other delights awaited him. He was ready for whatever they had in store.

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

A Ball That Will Change Lives - Chapter 2

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders)

Pairings: Royal!James/Bodyguard!Lily/Regular!GN!reader

Characters in this chapter: James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier

Plot: You're being 'raised' by your evil stepmother and stepsisters. Upon receiving the invitation to the royal ball, you and your stepmother and stepsisters all get ready for it. You go through the clothes left by your parents, but will they actually let you go? And if they do, who will you meet?

Notes: Inspired by the fairytale ‘Cinderella’ but is a polyamorous version.

I am anti-JKR and her beliefs, so is this account.

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The day of the ball arrived, James and Lily were helping each other get prepared, every now and again, James would kiss Lily before telling her, “you look so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you, my Prince,” she smiled, when she finished getting ready, she turned to him. “Do you know if Padfoot and Moony will be at the ball too?”

“Of course, they will be,” he told her. “According to them, Padfoot wanted to go so they could flirt with everyone they could and make Moony jealous.” He smiled to himself. “Moony in his words, will be with us, in case the people start swarming me.” The smile fell. “I would hope they wouldn’t do that, but we’ve never had people in the castle for anything like this, so we’ll find out soon, I guess.”

“If it does, Remus, Sirius and I will be there to stop it, alright?” Lily looked at her love. “We are there to protect you if you need it. Now, take a deep breath in,” Lily guided him with this, and he followed. “Now slowly release it.” She released a breath and he did as well. She looked down at what he was wearing, “you look dashing. I’m so proud of you and will continue to be, even if you don’t find anyone else.”

He smiled at her, “you always look beautiful, my angel. Tonight, you look stunning.”

There was a knock on the door and when Lily opened it, she revealed his blood brother, Sirius and their friend Remus.

“We weren’t going to let you go down alone,” Sirius told them. “Are you ready?”

Lily said, “yes,” at the same time James said “not quite.”

Lily was confused, “what do you mean? You look perfect.”

“I wasn’t talking about me, my love. I meant you, you may look stunning, but you forgot your shoes.” He smiled before he went over to the closet, pulling out a shoe box. “Sit on the bed. I’ll put them on you.”

She did as she was told as Sirius and Remus watched James take the shoes out as he knelt in front of her. He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his knee as he put her shoe on, kissing her knee, before she placed it back on the floor and he did the same with her other leg.

Once her feet were on the ground, he knelt before her, holding out his hand, “Will you please accompany me to the ball?”

She took it as he stood up, both of them turning to Sirius and Remus, taking a deep breath, before saying to the room as a whole, “let’s go.”

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You were so excited the whole day, you would get to go to the ball and maybe you would find a way to change your life. When time came, your stepmother told you that her and her daughters would be getting ready for the ball and to stay in your room.

You disappeared from their sight, not realising how she’d told you to stay in your room. So when you put the finishing touches on your outfit and you finished your hair and makeup, you made your way down the stairs.

“Wow,” you heard from one of your stepsisters. “That’s it. I can’t go. He won’t choose me.”

You smiled and asked politely, “do you like it? I don’t want to go for him, but I would like to make you proud. All of you. Maybe talk one of you up if I talk to him.”

However your stepmother got angry and slapped you, making tears form in your eyes as you fell back slightly as she screamed, “NO, YOU WON’T BE GOING!” With that, she ripped your sleeves, and your step sisters joined, ripping other parts of your outfit. Your stepmother then grabbed your collar and threw you in your room, locking the door. You went over to the window after you were able to get up, watching as they went off in their carriage.

It would take too long to fix your outfit in a way that would look as good as it had. And you certainly wouldn’t get it done in time to be able to get anyone to help you get to the palace.

You tried to pick the lock, even with it being on the other side, but it was no use. However, you heard the lock unclick and the door opening. You looked up, terrified, until you saw a beautiful blonde woman standing before you and she seemed to be glowing, now you were just confused. As she moved, you saw what looked like wings.

“Hello,” you almost whispered, your voice cracking after all the crying.

“Hello,” she sounded confident. “My name is Pandora. I’m your fairy godmother, though I’ve been watching over you for a while. I’m trying to be more of a guardian angel for you. Do you know anything about fairy godmothers or guardian angels?”

“A little, not very much as I’m not allowed to read very much,” you told her. “My stepmother thinks I’ll get ideas and rebel against her.”

“You already want to though, don’t you?”

You nodded.

“How would you like to go to the ball? I know your life will change if you do go.”

“How? My outfit is ruined and I have no way of getting there,” you almost started crying again.

She was thoughtful, “but you do want to go?”

“Of course,” you were frustrated, until you looked at her, calming down almost instantly and asked, “can you help me?”

“Yes,” she held out your hand and just before you disappeared from the room, you heard the door close and lock again.

When you reappeared, you were in the front yard, which was closed off from those outside by a huge fence, so no one could see in. Pandora let go of your hand and took a few steps back.

“Sweetheart,” Pandora said and you thought that her voice was so beautiful. It sounded so melodic. You could listen to it forever. “I’m going to use magic and create you a whole new outfit, but I need you to do something for me.”

Your voice was quiet as you asked, “what is it?”

“I need you to think of the most beautiful outfit you can think of,” she paused, letting you come up with it. “Have you got it?”

You nodded, hoping what you had would look as wonderful as you thought. You watched as she waved her hand and a gust of wind came up and wound around you. When it fell, you were wearing exactly what you wanted. The fabric was beautiful and soft to the touch. You had tears in your eyes, as you felt the material.

Pandora asked you, “would you like to see yourself?”

“Yes, please,” you whispered.

With that, she waved her hand again and a full length mirror turned up, you looked at yourself. You looked incredible. You felt incredible, but there was something missing. Shoes, you weren’t wearing any.

You looked up at Pandora who smiled, waved her hand and you didn’t feel the ground under your feet anymore. When you looked down, you saw really beautiful shoes that matched your outfit.

She waved her hand and a few matching pieces of jewellery appeared. One that you loved was a ring that appeared on your right hand. It was stunning. You hoped you could keep it when the night was over.

“You have until the strike of midnight,” Pandora told you. “When the clock strikes twelve, the magic will wear off. Right now, no one except the royals and people of nobility will recognise you. To everyone else, you will look like a noble person yourself.”

You smiled as she picked an apple off a tree nearby. She placed it on the ground before she took a step back. Again, she waved her hand and before you was a beautiful carriage. With another wave of her hand, two men appeared.

“These are two of my friends,” she said as she smiled. She introduced them to you, motioning to the dark haired one, “this is Regulus. He will be your footman.” He bowed to you, before Pandora motioned to the blond man. “This is Evan. He will be your driver.” He bowed to you and you smiled and waved at both of them, before turning back to Pandora. “Remember, the magic wears off at midnight. Now, go and have fun. Keep your mind open to all possibilities.”

[acewitch-writes]

Hello! I recently found your account, and I went on scrolling down and down...and now I hope you know how grateful I am. Thank u- Merci. About 90% of the content you share here has made me feel so much better. I realllyy hope wonderful things happen for you. I've been a fan of hp since 2001, but I'm not really a social media person so I haven't been active in the fandom. I had no idea what was happening here until recently..two months ago to be exact (other details are not important) and omg.. I ended up in a discussion with some I think, new fans. tbh I thought, "Great! I'm good at this, I read all the books more than once Let's talk :)"  and omg their very first question was "What do you think about Regulus?"

I was like, "Who?" *dying from secondhand embarrassment bc It turns out I'm not that good at this

but as the discussion continued, I became more and more baffled bc "Why was everyone talking about Barty, Evan, and Regulus? who is daddy Remu? and what do you mean people ship James Potter with R.A.B.? What?"

I swear for a moment I thought "Did the writer publish a new book? Did I miss something? " tbh, I respect everyone's opinion it's none of my business but I'm still shocked. The only thing that bothers me is everything that happened with this new Wolfsar

omg, for most fans around my age (or at least people I know), Sirius was the complete portrayal of a bad boy- a rebel, with boots, tattoos, a leather jacket, and a fucking motorcycle. so this new Sirius is like a stranger to me, and that's okay. Mein issue is kinda with this new Remus T T my beloved .

They (the fans I was talking with) told me Remus is "tall, so handsome, SO strong, and hot-headed person because,  yk he's a werewolf." I was like "hot headed? excuse me?" I tried to explain to them that Remus being a werewolf is a metaphor for illnesses like HIV, it's not some superpowery gift.  they didn't believe me, but then they literally looked me in the face and said, "Then why would Sirius like someone like him? He's poor, short, and ugly." I swear I wanted to cry right then and there.

What is this mindset that makes some people think that a person should be, Idk, hot and flawless to deserve to be loved? Yes I don't think Remus is tall and super hot and perfect and isn't it fine? and I am 100% sure he's so beautiful. not like Sirius ofc but he has this "warm, cozy, and soft" sort of beauty. and I don't think he was a coward (ok maybe he was a liitle) but I guess it's easier for us, humans, to take the worst or weakest moment of a character and amplify it until it defines them entirely. and omg I'm so sorry for my rant and my bad english. but once again thank you for your beautiful soul <3 thank you

Hi anon! I, too, am baffled by the recent obsession with Regulus in this fandom. I think Jegulus is fine as a crack ship, but it has become so mainstream that many fans have just gone ahead and canonized it to the point that you'll be vilified for not accepting it as canon. I underestimated how popular the "best friend's brother" trope was, apparently. I also think it appeals to many fans as a Marauders Era version of one of the most popular ships of all time, Drarry.

This new version of Wolfstar is my biggest complaint with today's fandom, too! I get that the Marauders have very limited canon information and therefore we have more creative freedom to flesh them out, but I really believe that it has gone way too far. Sirius and Remus in today's fandom don't bear any resemblance to the characters they're based on. Remus is just a generic alpha werewolf OC and Sirius is his generic himbo femboy love interest OC. They don't even share a physical description with their Canon counterparts, and their personalities and character traits are so far removed that I can't even fathom how we reached this point as a fandom. How can you claim to like these characters if you have to change everything the source material says about them?

You're English is great, by the way! I completely agree that Remus has a cozy-and-warm sort of beauty. He made a point to distance himself from the stigma surrounding Lycanthropy because it was the focal point of his shame and self-loathing. And I just adore Wolfstar's dynamic from this lens, with the intimidatingly beautiful, confident, headstrong Sirius Black, who could have his pick of anyone he wants, choosing this ordinary guy because he's cozy and soft and it's exactly what Sirius wants after surviving the harsh ideals and abuse of House Black.

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Waking Up

@ailesswhumptober Day 27 Before vs. After, Alternate Universe, "Well, there's a first for everything."

Fandom: The Bad Batch Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 2448 Summary: Tech waking up on the Marauder pre-Plan 99 vs. Tech waking up on Pabu post-Plan 99 after being rescued by his family. READ ON AO3

Tech woke up. He checked his chrono after wiping the sleep from his eyes. Ah, perfect. Oh-five-hundred hours. He almost never wavered from that time. His body woke up to it naturally, even with all the traveling they did. The others weren’t up yet, but that was just as well. He needed time to check the ship, and their gear. There was also a project he needed to work on that could be beneficial for their mission.

The others liked to have caf first thing in the morning, and Tech enjoyed the warmth of it, but he didn’t need it as much to get his brain going.

He rolled out of his rack, and stretched. There was a clatter of metal against metal, and he immediately turned to the sound.

Oh, kriff. He’d forgotten he had fallen asleep working on a project.

Tech picked up the device he was making, and checked on each of his brothers, and then peered toward where Omega was sleeping. No one had woken from the sound. Though Wrecker grumbled a bit, he immediately started snoring again.

Tech took a sonic shower in two minutes, and was sitting down by the computers to check his gear and armor while eating a ration bar.

He was a bit tired of rations, but sometimes their blandness was easier for him to stomach than foods packed with flavor.

In ten minutes, all his pouches were packed with the supplies they’d need, and he was fastening them to his legs. His armor didn’t need much looking over since he had done it after their last mission two days ago, but the habit was drilled into him now. Probably for the best. Though, this time around his armor was suitable, with only a few new scratches from the last mission to be found.

He set to work checking over the ship and its systems.

The Marauder was fine. Mostly. There was some wear and tear on one of the fuel lines. He’d have to check it once they got to the landing zone.

With that all settled, Tech grabbed his crate of objects to tinker with, set them up by the computers and got to work.

The others were just beginning to wake up, Wrecker loudly complaining about Tech making so much noise.

“Calm down,” Tech told him. “It is oh-six-hundred hours, anyway.”

Hunter said, “I’ll make some caf. Tech, you want any?”

“I do not require such a stimulant, but yes. I find it enjoyable and wouldn’t mind a cup.”

“What are you working on?” Echo asked as he stood nearby, checking over his prosthetics as he usually did upon waking.

“A scanner of sorts. When complete it should be able to look for whatever we need: ships, lifeforms, electromagnetic frequencies, droids.”

Hunter leaned over at hearing this.

“Wait, wait, wait. I already do one of those.”

“You’re slacking.”

“I am not.”

Wrecker patted Hunter on the shoulder. “You’re doing a great job, Sarge.”

“Slacking,” Tech repeated.

“You’re not getting any caf.”

“That is fine.”

Tech looked up, not quite meeting Hunter’s eyes, but close enough. He hoped he could tell that Tech was just teasing him. The way his mouth turned up in a small half-smile let him know that he understood.

“Can I have caf?” Omega asked.

She tried this one every morning.

Tech shook his head, going back to his project. But he said “no” along with everyone else.

Omega came over and put her crossed arms on the console, leaning on it. Her hair was mussed still, and she was clearly still waking up.

“You tinker when you’re worried,” Omega said.

“Not all the time.”

She took the seat next to him, and stretched, accidentally kicking him in the process. He just shifted his leg. This was Omega, he didn’t mind.

“Are you worried about the mission?” she asked.

Tech looked at her. “Not at all. I know my abilities make me quite capable, and I’m good at adapting to different situations.”

“I’m worried,” she admitted.

“You’ll be fine.”

She looked around at all of them getting ready, and leaned back in the seat. “I suppose that’s true. Besides,” she said in a quieter but stronger tone that had him looking up and seeing a shine in her eyes, “it could be fun.”

He inwardly grinned, feeling the exact same way. Sometimes the danger and the strange things they were required to do were fun. He wondered if Omega had always been like that, or if she’d learned it from him.

Tech supposed it didn’t matter. His family had enough confidence and crazy to go around.

Tech woke up. He wasn’t sure if it was pain that woke him, or if it was the noise and bustle coming from the kitchen. What time was it?

Groaning, he turned his head, and looked at his chrono.

Ten hundred hours.

Kriff.

He groaned again, wiping a hand over his face, sleep still clouding his mind, nightmares trying to chase him into the daylight.

He closed his eyes, hoping he could go back to sleep for just a few more minutes, or maybe half an hour. The various throbbing aches throughout his body made that impossible. His head hurt, his face hurt, his hip hurt, his hand hurt, his back hurt, his abdomen hurt, his chest hurt.

It was so overwhelming that he didn’t want to move. Besides, moving hurt.

But if I get up I can take my meds.

Gone were the days of the painful injections from Hemlock. Now Tech had various pain pills: one to quiet the pain receptors in his nerves, another to relax his muscles, one to tackle inflammation, and another to tackle pain and inflammation on a long-term level and not just as needed.

Tech tried not to groan as he sat up, but the motion used muscles he was still trying to fix. As… as that thing Hemlock had made there hadn’t been any gentle care of his wounds—internal and external alike. He’d relied on pushing himself past his limits day in and day out, had relied on various drugs he was still learning weren’t good for him. But they had felt… amazing.

Tech didn’t feel like this when he was on them.

For the millionth time he… missed certain things about what he was.

Now he was this: Tech. His mind got some things confused still, but he hadn’t hurt anyone in a long, long time.

To him it would always seem close, that his wrongs weren’t a thing of the past. And if they were it was as if he thought he’d committed the atrocities a day before rather than weeks and weeks ago.

Tech checked his leg before getting out of bed as he did every day; the last thing he needed was it falling apart on him.

He glanced at his cane, hating it. Sure, a cane was a useful tool, and he didn’t have a problem with others using one, but he… he wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He was supposed to be a soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic, part of Clone Force 99—the Bad Batch. He was supposed to be a mercenary, he was supposed to be a brother, he was supposed to be someone who could live on Pabu in peace.

He was supposed to be dead.

Instead he had a broken body, and was forced to live with it.

Tech almost broke down at the thought of standing up, his hip aching fiercely. He only used the cane before he took his pain meds, but sometimes he had to call for help.

Tech didn’t want to.

Today everything hurt more than usual. He supposed he had probably slept poorly. He was taking something for nightmares, but at the risk of having his blood pressure drop easily, so he couldn’t be on the dose he needed without fainting.

Tech still felt sticky and gross from his nightmares.

“If you do this,” he said to himself, “you can get your pain meds. You can’t get them just sitting here.”

He grabbed his cane, hating the clack of his two mechno-fingers against the strong, dark wood.

He cried out as he stood, everything hurting. He hobbled over to his bureau where his meds were, along with a canteen of water he kept for mornings like this.

Tech was relieved after taking them, even though one tasted a bit metallic.

It took him ages to work up the courage to use the bathroom and wash up.

Thankfully his pain meds mostly kicked in after he was done with his quick shower (his showers were either quick, or too long, stuck between hardly looking at his body, and staring for minutes on end, trying to make sense of this thing he was in). Dressed, ignoring his tens of scars, Tech knew he needed food for two of his pain meds to metabolize successfully. He would have to face his family, looking like this. It was a trial he went through every day. They didn’t seem to mind, but he did.

Tech didn’t need his cane as he made his way to the living space. Omega was trying to steal Hunter’s caf. Wrecker and Hunter were making breakfast. Crosshair was playing with Batcher in the way he did before giving her meals. Omega had said it was good for Batcher’s instincts. Tech agreed. And he quite liked the lurca hound.

He felt odd amongst this lively jumble. They could move fast, they were nearly pain-free (save for some of their scars), they were at peace, they were happy.

Tech felt like he was outside, looking through a locked window, feeling like he could never be a part of this, that his fall had never actually ended.

Omega rushed over and grabbed his hand, helping him to sit on a stool at the counter. Hunter put a mug of caf in front of him that Omega stole a sip from. Tech liked his caf sweet now, and he trusted Hunter to remember and get that right.

Tech took it from Omega, and had a sip.

It was supposed to be nice. It was supposed to be enjoyable.

Yet all he felt was that it was an act. He was pretending to be Tech, and he was sure he was failing at it.

Crosshair glanced his way, and their gazes met. Neither turned away from the other. Omega, now sitting on the table rather than at the table, was looking their way. She understood too.

Tech was the more badly injured out of all of them, but they had all been in Tantiss. They had all had months of pure darkness.

Sometimes Tech wondered if his family had rescued the wrong man, that Tech was still left behind in that desolate mountain and needed saving.

“What are we having?” Tech asked, trying to engage with them.

He leaned over, and saw eggs, bacon, and some sort of blue batter in a pan.

Wrecker was the one minding the batter.

“Ever heard of pancakes?” Wrecker asked him.

“I don’t believe I have.”

“Well, me either. Found them in a recipe book Shep’s letting me borrow. Lyana says they’re pretty delicious.”

“Omega, get off the table, and set it, please,” Hunter said, not once having turned around to even see her on the table.

She grumbled about it a bit, but set to it. Tech decided to help. He was too restless to simply sit and enjoy caf.

He paused to say good morning to Batcher while he carried some silverware in his good hand.

He almost smiled, almost felt joy. It wasn’t Batcher’s fault. She was a good hound. There was something broken in Tech.

He knew that physically the health of his heart wasn’t great, but it felt like more than that, as if his Fall—as if Hemlock—had destroyed more than that. Perhaps Hemlock had taken Tech’s happiness to the grave, and it would never return.

Tech hardly tasted his food, but pretended it was good. He finished all of it, even as he began to register only texture, and loathed it. He knew he needed to eat the full meal to have energy. His restlessness didn’t help either. He kept tapping his feet, bouncing his good leg, tapping his silverware against his plate, twirling his cup of meiloorun juice around and around, watching the bright liquid twirl.

He enjoyed cleaning up from breakfast far more, having something to do with this restlessness. But afterwards…

Most of his family had somewhere to be, had something to do. Tech knew he should start on his massages and exercises, but somehow he was now too exhausted.

He was surprised when Crosshair sat beside him, Batcher following.

Crosshair didn’t say anything, just grabbed the lotion and sunscreen he needed for the scars on his head, and began massaging it in.

Tech felt his right eye tearing up. He wasn’t sure about facing the whole day, but maybe he could do these things for himself. Crosshair’s silent support with his own task and vulnerability pierced Tech so deeply that to his surprise he found himself smiling just a little, even as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Crosshair glanced at him, and continued working on his scars, lifting an eyebrow as if to ask Tech when he would get to work on his. He reached over for the healing lotion they always kept a tub of in the living room, and held it out to him.

Tech paused.

“Come on,” he said. “You have work to do.”

And that scared Tech, made him more afraid than he ever had been before a mission.

Getting better was his only mission now.

This was part of that.

He didn’t feel like he fit in—even in his own body—and felt lost amongst the peace the rest of his family seemed to be feeling. The gap between them seemed so large that he sometimes thought he was falling all over again.

But here Crosshair was, reaching out for him, like he hadn’t been able to before.

Tech reached out in kind, taking the tub of lotion.

“Thanks.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Tech breathed easier with Crosshair there as he set to work on massaging his scars.

He wasn’t the same person he had been, and it broke his heart every second of every day.

Maybe he just had to be… this person, this one right here who sat with Crosshair. After all, it had all been for him. And here he was.

Tech was far from feeling whole, complete, but maybe a tiny piece fit back together in that moment.