#marauders slayed so hard

[keylimeart]

krakoa era i'll love you forever

#marauders slayed so hard #kate as the red queen and emma as the white queen #bad bitch behavior #also gave us the gift of ororo FINALLY have textured hair #marvel is mean cause they wont let the mutants have their gay little commune #art #fanart #myart #marvel #marvel comics #xmen #krakoa #emma frost #kate pryde #kitty pryde #shadowkat #ororo munroe #xmen storm #forgot to add #emma is a panel redraw from Hellfire Gala 2023 #kate is a redraw from marauders (2019) 5 #and ororo is a redraw from resurrection of magneto 1

[sn4pe]

will never forget how cunty teen snape’s walk was described in the books

“twitchy and spidery” every time I try to walk like that it just comes out cunty af

like alright so ur saying little sev was serving weird boy cunt up and down the hogwarts corridors??? ok as he should

#he was SLAYING #EATING THEM UP #a real 2000s emo ahead of his time #this scene is from harry’s pov too so like. goes to show harry potter could not recognize just how hard sev was eating #severus snape #snape #harry potter #pro snape #james potter #marauders #professor snape

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: In the Garden of the Wyrm

The castle at Lillyford has sat foreboding and overgrown for generations, the lair of a serpentine dragon who's laid claim to it's sprawling gardens and the river it overlooks. None so far have been brave or strong enough to oust the beast, but perhaps you and your foolish friends are lucky enough to make up the difference.

Hooks:

Most people know well enough to avoid the land surrounding the verdant castle, not only because of the dragon but because of the strange and hostile plant life that's said to thrive in its corrupting presence. A low level party in the region may be contracted to help uproot an invasive patch of poisonous blooms or predatory vines, a teaser for what's to come once they set their sights on the dragon's own garden.

The river traders have had enough. For decades they paid tribute to the dragon to avoid it plundering their barges and still had to deal with it plucking cargo and deckhands into the water whenever it got bored. They're willing to pay, and pay well, for a group of hunters to go in and gut the beast, and will even use their influence to support whoever does it taking ownership of the keep.

Alternatively, have the party enter the scene a few weeks after the hunters failed to kill the dragon, having given up their employers before they were eaten sending the dragon marauding through the waterways looking for revenge. All water traffic throughout the region has stopped as the traders and ferryfolk have gone into hiding, throwing the local economy into chaos.

Someone very important is sick and the hard to find cure just so happens to be a plant known to have been growing in the Lillyford gardens before the dragon arrived. While a frontal assault is out of the question, they could sneak in to pluck it from among the dragon's hoarded horticulture. Surely it won't notice a single missing specimen, right? ..... Right?

The Fortress was once known far and wide for its gardens, cultivated by generations of lords and ladies who traced their lineage back to a questing knight, who earned their station by presenting their liege with a flower obtained from the realm beyond the sunrise.  The seeds of that flower became the first planted in the castle’s garden, and began a collection of exotic blooms that the family expanded on throughout the decades. 

All wonders attract admirers, and among the lovers, herbalists, poets, and perfumers, the one who most admired the gardens of Lillyford was a dragon by the name of Pyrithi, who one day emerged from the river and presented himself at the castle gate, demanding that the owner of Lillyford surrender the keep and all its contents to him. When the owner and their men fought back, Pyrithi unleashed a foul breath which sickened their lungs and corroded their armour. Pyrithi did the same to the door of the keep, and threatened worse to those still inside, using the fallen and debilitated protectors as hostages.  

Since that day none but the dragon have set foot in Lillyford, who has supplemented the original gardens with several species of poisonous and/or maneating plants. Should some brave heroes manage to slay the wyrm, they will not only have the thanks of the now-exiled nobles of Lillyford, but also the fame granted to those who protected the keep’s heroic legacy. 

Art

#dragon #river #river dungeon #lowland #lowland dungeon #monster hunt #low level #seeking healing

[otrtbs]

whats the strangest marauder era ship u have that everyone else would be like wtf??? but u just like it for some silly little reason

it’s definitely jarty croucher (james and bcj)

sorry to ur honor but they slay insanely hard and i think they hate each other so much they have to rip each other's clothes off about it

#asks

[zoeykallus]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could write about a female reader, traveling with the batch. She suffers from anxiety and depression, coming in phases. There are good and bad days, but she manages to keep it to herself, until she has a really terrible one. And she has feelings for Tech and the other way around, but they haven't addressed it yet, and he is the one realizing something is off with her, trying to comfort her. Some Angst/Fluff stuff... Please? ❤

Hm, this one hits home. Ouch. Sure I can, I actually love the opportunity to comfort myself while writing, especially with Tech 😋😅

Let me see what I can do for us you 😊

Tech x Fem!Reader - The Lowest Low

Warnings: Angst/Mention Of Anxiety/Mention And Description Of Depression Symptoms/Panic Attack/Comfort/Fluff/Soft, Shy, Gentle Tech

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Until now, you have always been able to hide it, but suddenly the deepest low in a long time hits you, and you can't hide it anymore. Tech tries to understand what's going on with you.

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So far you have always been able to prevent it, to hide it, even from Hunter. You always withdrew in time when the bad episodes came, you have learned to act by now, to pretend that everything is wonderful, while inside you feel panic, fear, and a deep inexplicable, lonely sadness.

But this one episode is particularly horrible. You blew the last job, a panic attack overtook you, threw you off track, and forced you to retreat. Much to the surprise of the guys, who looked after you in complete bewilderment as you simply cleared the field. This time, none of your breathing exercises or mental retreats helped.

Your back is tense, your muscles tight as if expecting to take a punch at any moment. Your fingers stiffen, a feeling of pressure on your chest, one uncomfortable goose bump after another chases across your body.

A lump forms in your throat and a slaying wave of sadness washes over you. This helpless feeling is awful, you feel guilty of just ditching the guys, on such a simple mission. Nothing special happened, not that you can remember, no specific trigger.

You feel burning pressure behind the bridge of your nose and eyes, tears held back. Your cramped fingers cling to the collar of your shirt as if expecting to be strangled by the fabric at any moment.

The air you breathe is like lead, heavy on your body and hard to get into your lungs. You feel dizzy. An all-encompassing fear has you in its grip, the feeling of being helplessly exposed to everything around you is overpowering. You want to scream, but it seems there isn't even enough air to breath.

You are trembling, your breathing is irregular and heavy. You have retreated to a quiet corner, somewhere behind the landing pad of the Marauder. You are so preoccupied with your condition that you don't hear someone approaching.

Startled, you look up, your heart almost stopping as you hear Tech say your name.

He's standing there, for the first time in a long time not holding the datapad, his helmet tucked under his right arm.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you not feeling well? You're pale and look tense, almost panicked."

You feel a single tear run down your face, then a second, but your expression is strangely blank, you feel it yourself.

Tech is looking at you, obviously trying to understand what's going on with you, to make sense of your behavior.

You never wanted anyone to see you like this, especially not Tech. But you sense that the cat is out of the bag, and any white lie would only make him feel like you don't trust him.

"No, Tech," you say softly, "I'm not feeling well."

He blinks, standing there indecisively for a moment. He glances over his shoulder as if to make sure the two of you are really alone. Finally, he looks at you again and asks, "May I come closer?"

You manage to smile at him and nod.

"Of course, I always like having you near me".

A small smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, then he moves closer and sits next to you with some courtesy distance, his long legs bent. Tech sets his helmet down on the ground beside him and looks at you.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

You sigh softly and say, "I don't see how. That's something I don't want to burden you with."

He frowns thoughtfully and says, "It's not a burden. All I see is a person I care about suffering, and I want to counteract that. You said you like having me around, the feeling is mutual. Maybe I can help you in some way with my presence?"

You smile, feeling touched by how cautiously Tech approaches the matter, although he usually wants to go straight to the point.

You swallow nervously, smile cautiously, and ask him, "Would you mind holding my hand?"

Tech blinks in surprise, he seems a little shy, but he moves a little closer and gently grips your hand with his, closing your fingers with gentle pressure.

He thinks for a while, then says thoughtfully, "You need contact, with something or someone that will give you security, peace, safety, an anchor that will ground you, so you can get out of this slump you seem to be in."

You nod and breathe a sigh of relief, the pressure on your chest slowly easing. You block out the irrationally felt fear, feeling less exposed.

"That's why I asked you to hold my hand," you say softly.

Tech tightens his shoulders, sits up a little straighter and smiles, a very gentle, shy, but sincere smile.

"I'm honored," he says, squeezing your hand a tiny bit tighter to emphasize his presence at your side.

You slowly take a few deeper breaths, a few more tears running down your cheeks.

"Isn't it getting better?" he asks, concerned.

Your smile widens a bit, though tears are still streaming down your face.

"Oh yes it is, that's the relief, Tech. That… Tension I've been feeling has been exceedingly intense, all consuming. When it subsides, it's so relieving that I cry sometimes."

He blinks, thinking about what you said, trying to understand.

"It must be scary to feel that intensely," he says thoughtfully.

You nod in agreement.

"Yes, very much so. But there are sometimes very special bright spots that I would never want to miss"

Surprised, he looks at you.

"Such as?"

You feel warmth rise in your tear-stained cheeks as you say, "What I feel for you is intense, too. The joy of your presence or your attention. The peace and security you radiate to me. The incredible affection I feel when I see you smile."

Tech blinks several times in a row, as if he needs to reload his system. His ears turn red, and he looks shyly away to the side.

"Oh," he says softly.

You swallow, afraid you might scare him off, but he's still gently holding your hand, making no move to let you go.

You clear your throat carefully, wanting to say something else, but not daring to. After a while of quiet, Tech breaks the silence that has developed.

"You like me," he says softly, almost in a whisper, like a statement he can't quite grasp yet.

"Yes, indeed."

His eyes dart briefly in your direction with a quick smirk, then he glances shyly at his shoes again.

"Do you like me, too?" you ask softly.

His ears seem to get even redder.

"You could certainly put it that way, yes," he says with a nervous clearing of his throat.

His comm beeps and Hunter's voice is heard, "How's it looking? Is our girl okay?"

Tech glances at you briefly before answering, "She's doing better, but it's recommended to give her some more quiet time."

Hunter says understandingly, "Okay, take your time".

You realize that Hunter, of all of them, probably noticed the most when your low overtook you.

Tech barely noticeably moves a little closer, his thumb stroking your hand that he is still holding.

"Would you do me a favor?" he asks seriously.

"Of course."

He looks directly at you and says, "If you feel like this again, give me a sign, come to me. If it helps you, I always like to hold your hand. Maybe, long hugs will help too?"

Your heart really jumps out to him as you see the gentle expression on his face.

"I'd love to, Tech."

After a brief pause, he asks, "How are you feeling now?"

"Much better."

He raises his brows and asks, "Are you sure? Maybe we should try a hug just to test if it works"

You smile, having to suppress a grin.

"Now that you mention it, maybe we really should."

He moves closer, letting go of your hand. A bit over-cautious and awkward, he puts first one then the other arm around you. But as you lean against him, his embrace naturally adjusts to your posture.

"That's good," he says, "I mean, that should certainly help."

You grin contentedly to yourself, all at once very happy, at least for the moment.

"That's really very good, Tech"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

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@hunterssecretrecipe

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@greaser-wolf

@extrahotpixels

@hated-by-me

@hunterxcrosshair

@malicemercy

@bebopsworld

@echos-girlfriend

@cpnt616

@dangraccoon

@jediknightjana

@pb-jellybeans

@antishadow2021

@starwarsnerd111

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #sw tbb #tech #tbb tech #bad batch tech #clone trooper tech #tbb tech x reader #tech bad batch #tech tbb #depression #anxiety #angst #clone trooper tech x reader #tech tuesday #tech x you #tech x reader #tech the bad batch #the bad batch tech

[owlscanread25]

Things that my friends say on our grp chat that the Marauders would say in their's: (Part 8)(I'm really sorry but due to addiction to chatting I left the friend grp so this was all that was in my drafts)

Remus was sacking so hard yesterday- he was the sackiest sacker to ever sack - Sirius

bro was flyin' - Marlene trying to make a joke

y'all were slay too :)) - Dorcas

Ur so clueless at times. Wait no Ur clueless 80% of the time - Lily to Sirius

Is the irony only visible to me - Mary

Bro the black Brothers themselves are very tall - Not Sirius, Regulus yes Not Sirius - Dorcas

Is it just me or for this entire convo I thought someone else was speaking as Sirius - James

#james potter #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #the marauders #alice longbottom #mary mcdonald #dorcas meadowes #regulus black

[us-costco-official]

mutual shoutout. teehee.

alright im just copying @corpsedog right now cause he did this so. for the sake of time and also my patience im only gonna be doing people i can remember off the top of my head.

@constable-rohza REGGIE!!! hes an incredibly nice person, and i really love talking to them. big help on the server and a super duper rad boyfriend <3!

@beachdog211 AARON!!! my best friend and genuinely the coolest guy i know. weezercule member. very cool interests and very nice about the stuff i like. dog to my cat <3!

@biblicallyaccurateautism jack is admittedly one of the funniest people i’ve met, he helps to mod the server and is cool as hell (despite the nerd allegations). has the most warnings on the server which is something !

@spinkertoot spencers a big part of the atmosphere of the tb server, they made a bunch of the emojis way back when. theyre the “cum on guys. wait.” person. cool as well.

@cheese-in-space dotty! you’ve been in the server since day one and i think your stuffed animals you send in your channel are awesome.

@traderjoes-official rowan! another server og, and i think you were my first community mutual. anyway pst best timezone.

@biro-slay biro! a tumblr mutual turned friend. she’s very nice and has been a great pal. explains lots of hermitcraft stuff that i do Not understand /pos.

@ford-mustang-1969 fordie! cool guy who im friends with. they’re funny and i appreciate having someone who is also in love and annoying about it.

@antfarmingantfarms cass! theyre a relatively new mutual but i think shes funny and cool. the url they have is a good one and the genderqueer neil cici pfp goes hard.

@mcdennis chuck! your posts make a laugh a lot. i appreciate the url as well. i believe you are mutuals with many of my mutuals too which is cool.

@sheatethesun darcy! i enjoy your writing and i love the evil lesbians. keep up the cool shit !

@sunmoonyandstars v’s account is cool, even though i don’t know anything about marauders(?). we’ve been moots for a while which is cool !

@corpsedog ok kieran i know i tagged you in this twice. anyway he makes sickass moodboards and i’ve requested far too many, probably. he’s funny and i enjoy the blog rethemes. gotta say the basil one was the best yet.

@rraazzzzmmaattaazzzz faye! shes in a crazy timezone compared to mine which can make talking difficult but i enjoy when we do. sprout likes her account which is nice !

ok sorry genuinely if i didn’t mention you it’s like eight am and i need to do science homework so! yeah don’t feel bad. or do im not the feelings police.

#from the shelves of costco #long post #mutual appreciation

[fire-but-ashes-too]

uncalled opinions✨

on the harry potter films as a marauders fan who'd never seen them before :3

(this is just the third and fourth one btw)

-there is no way Harry is straight. absolutely not. nope.

-Cedric jumping down from a tree is giving ~this is the skinf of a killer, Belluh~

-THE DORMS ARE SO SMOL TF?? I THOUGHT THEY WERE LIKE DOUBLE THAT SIZE???

-THE WOLFSTAR HUG BYEEEE FSHJDGFJHG (i watcged this scene with my cousin who'd already seen and read all of the stuff we were screaming so hard lmao)

-Cedric & Cho the definition of bi panic

-i need to know Lucius' haircare routine

-Draco's family genes are THERE

-WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THAT BARTY CROUCH ✨JR✨ WAS PLAYED BY DAVID TENNANT??????

-who tf thought that those transformations were good?? like sir 1) that is not a wolf and 2) Peter's transformation is giving Beast in Beauty and the BEast (aka stay non human pls)

-THE DANG DEER

-Voldy with the manicure kinda slays (ahah. get it?)

-rOnALd

-Triwizard Tournament=Hunger Games undercover tbh

-i did not remember Beauxbatons & the toher school to be all girls/boys schools but ok

-who tf ever said that peter always followed sirius around??? huh??? who???

forced to watch the goblet of fire in italian with my family THE DUBBING HELP. and they changed the names??? why??? McGonagall -> McGrannitt??? Snape -> Piton???? Dumbledore -> Silente????? Longbottom -> Paciocc?????? WHYYYYY

-the screams i scrumpt when that spider thing was on screeen. the convulsions i convulsed.

the end uwu

#marauders era #ash on fire #sirius black #peter pettigrew #harry potter #opinions time #the marauders #james potter

[saturnsconstellation]

What jobs I believe the marauders and co would have in modern times:

Remus: History College professor that is everyone’s favorite even tho he literally could not care less (that’s a lie he secretly loves all his students and cries at their graduation)

Sirius: I can’t explain this but Tattoo artist that has his own shop. He also does piercings.

Peter: would have either the most gray and uninteresting desk job at whatever company OR (hear me out on this one) a photographer. Once again, I can’t explain.

James: Professional hockey player. He’s an ATHLETE 😭 A JOCK. What more could we expect of him? Also I believe he would have extreme interest in physics for some reason so yeah. Or hockey player or somewhere in the science field.

Lily: she’s a chemistry queen.

Mary: HOT TAKE BUT SHE WOULD BE A GREAT PRE-SCHOOL TEACHER. I always think of her as a pre-school teacher. I can’t see anything else.

Marlene: Football Coach. C’mon image her, teaching little girls how to slay as hard as her and be proud football players in the future???

Regulus: he would either not have a job at all and live off his parents’s wealth, or have a cafe/library and donate all the money he gained from it to a charity that would help young adult with gender-affirming care.

Barty: He’s a rockstar. He doesn’t have any other job, he IS a rockstar and he DOES Have multiple tattoos and nipple piercings.

Evan: Is Barty’s manager. So sick of him, yet does whatever he wants because at this point why not?

Pandora: artist. No further explanation.

Dorcas: would have a snake shop (a shop full of snakes. Does that makes sense????) she would teach people how to take care of their reptiles and how and when to know when something is off. Basically zoology.

#remus lupin #harry potter #sirius black #the marauders #marlene mckinnon #domestic wolfstar #sirius and regulus #wolfstar #jegulus #regulus #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

[if-i-hate-the-headline]

hello marauders fans this is for you:

all anyone talks about is all the young dudes and how it’s longer than the bible and IT and what not and yeah that fic slays very hard but you know what we don’t give enough attention to?

choices by @ messermoon on ao3 (idk if they have tumblr or not)

atyd word count: 526,969

choices word count: 624,188

this fic is 56 chapters however it is longer than atyd and this was my introduction to the marauders fandom and also the first long fic i’ve ever read (i’ve read a fic that has more chapters but less words) so probably also the longest fic i’ve ever read

also the emotional destruction i went through when i was reading this like i sobbed straight through the last 3 chapters

so yeah go read both of these fics

#marauders #moony #prongs #padfoot #wormtail #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #all the young dudes #atyd #choices #choices marauders #jegulus #fanfiction rant #pinetree talks

[wisteria-cherry]

sirius orion black, III

!!a comprehensive list of every student during the marauders era!!

updates whenever i want really. a series of drabbles with a sprinkling of sirius x reader.

•in which you meet remus lupin | drabble | fluff | slight sirius x fem! reader.

•in which you have your own personal escorts | drabble | fluff | sirius won’t leave you alone.

•in which a prank gets botched by lily evans | drabble | james is a simp for lily evans | sirius is whiny

•in which you discover remus’ secret | drabble | sirius defends you | angst but all is resolved | you find out remus is a werewolf

•in which you have a failed attempt at heart-to-heart with your boys | drabble | they finally calmed down for once | sirius is trying so hard to be obvious | he’s failing anyway | being remus’ emotional support

•in which you have an argument but you’re not sure what to do | drabble | james and peter can’t keep their mouths shut | remus lets sirius take this one | sirizzus black | sirius x reader

•in which you get drunk and it’s indirectly james’ fault | drabble | going to james’ quidditch game | party | sirius takes care of you | you’ll regret this | sirius x reader

•in which you decide to make a list of all the nicknames sirius calls you | drabble | sirius x reader | shocking | you suck at being discreet | you’re a good student | the other boys are not

•in which you were right in that hanging with the marauders would attract unwanted attention | drabble | you are NOT a damsel in distress | okay maybe you are | james and sirius are scary when they want to be | lucius malfoy is a jerk but also a coward | your boys save you | sirius x reader | a sprinkle of james x reader if you want

•in which everyone thinks you and sirius are dating | drabble | you’re more popular than you realize | sirius x reader | you’re so oblivious | so is remus but by choice | these tag things are getting longer and longer the more drabbles i write | remus is such a chill friend | sirius isn’t as chill but he’s still a good friend | is sirius really just a friend?

•in which sirius decides to join the quidditch team but it gets cut short | drabble | sirius being sly | if slytherin weren’t so evil-ish he’d make a great one | remus is not buying a second of this | quidditch captain! james

•in which you go school supply shopping with the marauders | drabble | james vehemently supports the bro code | there is no hiding from these boys | they will find you in the largest crowd | there is no peace for you | peter almost slips up but its cool remus has got it

•in which the marauders are your wingmen | drabble | they’re not very discreet | sirius really thinks he’s slick | he’s not | lily is not having it and nor are you | lily saves the day (or not) | you like to spite sirius | he tried okay

•in which you decide between starvation and humiliation | drabble | the ending is rushed i’m sorry :( | kiss your pride goodbye | you’ll probably never get it back | injured reader | james and sirius are insufferable | warning: secondhand embarrassment

•in which you discover the true nature of the marauders' relationship with severus snape, as told by remus | drabble | angst | the marauders are kind of toxic | it goes both ways but it's more so them | it's hard to leave people you care about even when you know you should | putting aside your own values for the sake of companionship | remus' hamartia is loyalty | if you have to gaslight yourself into thinking they're not that bad, they probably are that bad | just because the other side does it too, doesn't make it okay for you to

•in which the marauders don’t take kindly to you being asked out and no one tells you anything | drabble | slight sirius x reader | girls have cooties | not really, they just won’t tell you who sirius’ crush is | it’s you | peter is the only marauder in a relationship | slay ig

•in which james takes a sick day | drabble | james is sick | no pairing | they all share a brain cell i think

beautiful stranger | drabble | modern au! | songfic, in that it’s inspired by the song, it doesn’t have lyrics in the middle of the one shot or anything | those have always been hard to read for me haha | genderless reader | i literally didn’t use pronouns

#harry potter marauders #the maraunders map #marauders map #marauders era #marauders #marauders drabble #marauders drabbles #james potter #james x lily #prongs #young james potter #young sirius black #sirius being sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #young sirius x reader #sirius x reader #padfoot #remus lupin #remus being remus #remus john lupin #moony #peter pettigrew #wormtail #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #james & peter & remus & sirius #i solemnly swear i am up to no good #mischief managed

[hesthermay]

𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x f!royal!reader

SUMMARY: on a planet in the same system where the bad batch has just finished a mission, a group who's core belief is constructed of hate and discrimination has partnered with the separatists to take the capital and kidnap the queen. the mission brief is short and void of details, and the brothers have no idea what they're stepping into when they land on the small planet, but it amounts to more than they could have expected. with the first attempt to take the queen a failure, they know more is to come and can only say yes when her majesty herself asks clone force 99 to help her bring this to an end once and for all. it will not be easy, they will have to be unforgiving and perhaps even ruthless, but in the end light must always prevail over the darkness that is hate.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k (wowza!)

RATING + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst. use of she/her, sexism existing in star wars, mentions of death, ruthless queen vibes, is this even good

NOTES: i have returned and am in my star wars era. slay! expect my sw masterlist to grow from here on out, i have multiple oc's and lots of ideas. anyways, this has potential for a part 2 so let me know what ya think! happy reading :P

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Clone Force 99 did not know much about the situation they were walking into, the mission briefing having been almost nonexistent due to the urgency of everything. They were told it was an emergency, that things had escalated quickly on a planet not too far from where they currently were, that an attack was made against the queen and aid was needed immediately. It was not the first time they had been sent on a mission that deviated from what a regular clone soldier would do, but the haste of everything, the exempted details, had left the Bad Batch wondering as they landed the Marauder on the soft grass below. 

The air smelt of smoke and the sky was slightly full of ash as it loomed over them, sunlight no longer streaming through the branches of the trees lining the clearing in the forest they currently stood in. One thing they had been told was steer clear of the landing pad, a small effort to keep their ship out of view and knowledge of their presence at a minimum; at least for the moment. Hunter’s nose scrunched at the stench, senses not quite overwhelmed by it but could most definitely be on the way to it. They had seen just what was burning as they flew over the expanse of greenery to reach the capital, and it only fueled the theories the men threw back and forth about exactly what was going on here—buildings, shops and homes, were lit up in flames as people as tiny as specks fled into the streets. Even the large and intricate castle was suffering from the destruction of the attack, the east wing beginning to crumble from the mercilessness of the fire.

Now that he was out in the open, Hunter could faintly hear blaster fire. 

“And we’re just supposed to wait here?” Wrecker questioned as he looked around the clearing, head moving this way and that. Beside him, Tech hummed as his eyes scanned the datapad in front of him, helmet already on. 

“Yes,” he confirmed. “The general should be here momentarily to give us further information.” 

As if on cue, a man clad in armor stepped through the treeline. His head was held high but there was a limp in his step and blood mixed with ash covering his face, a sign that he had been fighting and fighting hard. The crease in between his brows did not lessen when he spotted the group, but they knew that didn’t mean he wasn’t thankful for their arrival. 

“99?” The man questioned as he drew closer, and it was the sergeant who stepped forward to answer, assuming his role of the leader with ease. 

“Yes, sir. General Stowe, I’m assuming?”

“Yes, sir.” The man’s deep voice echoed his response and respect. It was not a common thought on this planet to discriminate against the clones that made up the Republic Army, but unfortunately you could never be sure when visiting a place for the first time. 

“What happened here?”

General Stowe sighed, the lines on his face deepening, if that was even possible. “About a year ago,” he drawled, “a group of men moved into the capital, and it wasn’t long before people started to figure out they had some…controversial views on the status of our leader. They’ve been aggressive thus far, but nothing ever to this degree; never as violent as this. We believe they made a deal with the Separatists to kidnap the queen because they have a battalion's worth of droids accompanying them.” 

There was a pause, a moment of silence as the brothers processed the words now out in the open, before Hunter looked back at the general, back straight and eyes determined. “Well, let’s get going then, shall we, boys?” he directed it over his shoulder, but his head remained forward as he removed the helmet from under his arm. There’s a response from the men behind him, a confirmation that they were ready for this, and then they were on their way. Stowe nodded his head at the leader when they seemed to catch each other's gaze, side by side as they trekked out of the forest. 

“General Stowe, what exactly are these ‘controversial views’ you speak of?” Tech questioned from the back of the group. 

Another sigh, deep and heavy. Things seemed to be weighing heavy on the older man’s shoulders as he responded. “That she’s a woman.” 

The answer was simple and yet not, all at the same time. That was it? That was the reason? There wasn’t a Bad Batcher one who thought that that made sense. After a spell of silence, where they weren’t sure if the general was looking for a response or even what they would have said, he continued. “They haven’t exactly been shy about voicing their thoughts on Her Majesty, whether it be the way she runs things, things that aren’t even in her control, or the fact that she thinks she’s capable of doing her duty when she's ‘just some kriffing bitch with a crown.’’

The swell of anger was fast and strong as it took up space in Hunter’s chest. This wasn’t about some leader being reckless with their decisions, with the lives of their people, wasn’t about a person in power being cruel and malicious. It was about a woman being targeted for simply existing. 

“We know it’s not just about the queen either. They’ve been aggressive towards women in the capital, but they haven’t actually been outright violent until now. So this is…”

“Just hate,” Hunter finished for him, gruff and serious. “It’s just about hate.”

Another stretch of silence passed. Things stewed in the minds of Clone Force 99 for a few moments, the lack of natural noise in the forest giving them no reprieve from their thoughts. 

“Where is the queen, anyways?” It’s Echo’s voice that permeated the space next, light and curious as usual, but still serious. It came as no surprise when Stowe heaved yet another sigh, though this one could count as a groan as well. Oh no.

“Location is unknown. She went missing shortly after the start of the attack.” His eyes remained forward, not needing to turn to the men around him for them to see just how bad saying it felt. 

Still, it didn’t stop Crosshair from butting in, voice incredulous as ever, harboring the slightest bite. “You lost her?”

The sergeant wanted to reprimand him, but couldn’t find it in himself to do so. 

“Now I’m not sure what you’ve heard about her, but Queen Y/N is a very capable and skilled fighter, very…very stubborn, too.” A knowing exasperation crept into his words, as if this so-called stubbornness was a daily adversary of his. “We have a plan in place for if something like this happened, but it’s been reported that she stopped to save a handmaid and was quickly outnumbered.”

Conversation ceased as the group drew nearer to the castle. The seriousness of everything began to weigh heavier on their shoulders as they were spotted by some of the attackers immediately after breaking the treeline. They meandered around the courtyard as if they owned the place, as if they deserved to be there, but they were taken care of easily, quick work for such a capable group. 

-: ✧

The fight that awaited them inside the castle, however, was not an easy one. There were more of them than they had originally anticipated, making them wonder for just a brief moment how so many people could share something in such a hateful thought. Nonetheless, it was the Bad Batch and castle guard left standing when the fight had been won, when the enemy had been defeated. 

“Good work, boys,” Hunter spoke into his comm, standing in the gardens surrounded by broken and blasted droids. “Anybody got eyes on the queen?”

After a moment, he was met with a resounding no. His helmet turned in the direction of the general who stood a few feet away from him. He shook his head, and the worn man repeated the question into his own comm device, but was left disappointed after receiving the same answer. 

“Alright, Sergeant Hunter and I will be heading to the throne room. If you’ve found the leaders of this failed excursion, round ‘em up and meet us there.” Though he furrowed his brows in confusion, he repeated the same command to his brothers before following Stowe, kicking droid parts out of his way. 

Tech and Wrecker were already in the throne room, along with about half of the castle guard, when they entered through the large double doors. The room, with its towering columns and intricate ceiling, was tainted by what they saw. 

Lined up on their knees were two men, beaten and bloodied, but still alive. They were a part of the attack, and were the supposed leaders; though they looked nothing like leaders now, more closely resembling a coward begging to be spared. As he was looking down at them, the doors opened once again and in came a few more guards, flanked by Crosshair and another injured and restrained man. 

The sniper led the man forward to be lined up next to the others, and that was when Hunter realized that each of them were adorned by the color red in some way, a marker of their rank in this operation. His jaw clenched as he looked over at his brothers, seeing the same color painted on their armor but knowing they were nothing like these criminals, these scum. 

“Her Majesty will want to speak with you upon her return, and I will not indulge you with false promises of being met with kindness and forgiveness. An enemy she is not to be made of, and that is exactly what you have made her.” General Stowe’s words offered no comfort to the men, but they were not meant to. Still, they made the clones more curious about the queen, and who exactly she was and what she did. 

Finally, the doors opened and the last member of their squad entered the large room. Echo had his helmet off and tucked under his scomplink arm, the other one held out to usher a woman into the room. For a moment, Hunter wondered if she was the queen, but something told him she wasn’t, and when Stowe greeted her as the head advisor his suspicions were only confirmed.

“There’s still no eyes on the queen, which is not good,” the general stated. 

“No, it’s not,” Advisor Calianna agreed. “We need to send out some groups to find her, she might not even be in the castle anymore.” 

Tech spoke up next, but Hunter had stopped listening, their words slowly fading out. His head turned away, facing the entrance. He sensed you, still in the corridor; his ears picked up on the rapid drumming of your heart and his nose prickled at the metallic scent of blood wafting from you. 

You were alive, you were moving, and you were here.

Crosshair noticed his brother’s silence first, noting the direction his head was craned in, and he nudged Tech beside him. The clone was not phased, continuing his discussion with the two officials, and it was not a moment later that the massive doors gave their signature creak once again, the noise filling the entire room. It was only then that everyone paused, their attention diverted. There, leaned against the wood of one of the doors, was you. 

The doors were not opened all the way, only as much as you could manage and even that had caused you to halt, catching your breath. You, Her Majesty Queen Y/N, were alive and breathing, but you were hurt. Your face was covered in crimson, and Hunter’s keen eyes zeroed in on the gash going across the bridge of your nose to your right cheek. Your dress, long and golden and no doubt once magnificent, was torn and ripped and barely hanging off your shoulders, stained with blood as well. As your feet carry you into the room with a heavy limp, they notice that they’re bare and leave behind red prints. 

For a moment, everyone was left frozen at the sight of you. You had had the fight of your life, had pushed yourself to the limit and the blade that was clutched in your right hand, coated in more blood, was a testament to that. Dark droplets landed on the bottom of your dress as it pooled on the ground around you. “Your Majesty!” Calianna gasped, rushing forward to meet you as you fully entered the room. It would seem that the woman had not noticed the look on your face, but Hunter certainly had. 

You were not in the mood to be consoled and coddled, the rage in your eyes a stark contrast to the blank expression you wore. The only thing you gave the people around you was a deep furrow of your brow, drawn together in anger and determination. Kriff, maybe even spite too; Clone Force 99 was beginning to get the impression that you were not supposed to walk away from whatever it was that you had. The woman fretting over you was ignored, you not letting her slow your pace. Your eyes looked at nothing else other than the men lined up in a neat and pathetic row; the sight of them only seemed to spur you on, lip curling slightly. 

“Are these them?” 

There was a ferocity coating your words, ringing in their ears as they hit them, and none of the brothers could muster up the courage to break from the frozen state and answer you. It was Stowe who nodded his head at your question, stepping forward and addressing you softly but firmly. 

The closer you drew to the group, the more detailed your injuries became. It wasn’t just the gash on your face that was bleeding, your lip was busted and you had suffered a blow to the temple. Bruises were beginning to form on your arms as they swung slightly at your side, and there would surely be scabs on your knuckles. There was a long rip on the left side of your dress skirt, and your leg slipped out of the slit with every step; your knee was swollen and bruising, clearly the cause for the heavy limp you sported. And still, you never stopped and never slowed as you trekked up the steps leading to the throne, where the perpetrators were lined up.

“How do you feel?” you asked them, though they never lifted their eyes from the ground in front of them. “Do you feel good?” 

As you passed the group of guards and soldiers, they saw that the back of your dress was no better than the front; more rips littered the fabric covering your back and the expanse was stained a dark crimson. 

“Do you feel…accomplished?” You stood over the men, looking down as they cowered on the floor before you. “Do you feel like the men you were when you started this?” 

You were met with no answer, though you were not expecting one. “I know there are more of you, hidden away like rats afraid of daylight; and I know you’re working with Count Dooku. You will crawl back to them, and tell them that you failed. That you were the only ones to survive and it is because I let you. You will tell Count Dooku, personally, that I meant what I said—that it is not in me to be afraid, I was not born to be afraid. I was born to fight, and that is exactly what I plan to do.” 

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air as you remained in place, letting seconds pass by with your fiery gaze placed upon the men in front of you. It was a moment to let them process it, let it sink in and stick in their dim minds.

And then, you dropped the blade and it clattered to the ground. You turned, and it was then that your eyes seemed to take notice of the others in the room. You scanned each soldier in black and red armor, all with their helmets off and faces showing. Your gaze lingered on the clone with gray hair for a moment, zeroed in on the rifle slung over his back. Making your way forward, you stopped in your tracks as you went to pass him. “Take care of all of them but one. He’ll be our messenger,” you ordered, but not harshly. You were not loud, you were not aggressive in tone, you were not emotional. You were calm, serious and merciless with your command. 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Crosshair responded quietly, eyes squinted at her as he reached around to remove his rifle. With that, you continued limping forward, your aid rushing forward after a moment to help you out of the room. Clone Force 99 shared a look with one another before the shots rang out. 

-: ✧

It was hours later that the Bad Batch saw the queen again. You had been whisked away to be looked over and treated immediately after leaving the throne room, and it was not until the sun was beginning to set and everything was bathed in an orange glow that they stood before you again. 

You were on a balcony overlooking the capital, back facing the soldiers as you leaned against the stone. Hunter hesitated to disturb you, eyes lingering on you even when he knew she shouldn’t. Your hair was pinned up and your dress had an open back, revealing gashes covered in bacta, but you had sensed him this time and without even turning your head fully, you spoke to them directly. “I was told to let them breathe for a bit, I hope it doesn’t bother you.” 

You sounded tired. None of them knew how you were even standing after everything that had happened, yet there you were. “No, ma’am,” the leader answered, kicking himself for the slight stutter in his words. “We just wanted to check in with you before it got too late, if that’s alright.” 

Fully facing them now, you were haloed in the warm light of the sunset and you looked absolutely magnificent. The gash on your nose and cheek was going to scar, but it didn’t take away anything from the grace and elegance you possessed. “Of course, I actually wanted to speak with you myself.” 

“You did?” Wrecker questioned, voice louder than needed in the calmness of the area. You only chuckled at him, grin small but present as you nodded. 

“Yes, I did. Is everything handled?” This question was directed towards Crosshair, and he nodded his head once. 

“The messenger was sent on his way,” he answered, and it was obvious to all that there was more he wanted to say. The question was, would he speak his mind or mind his tongue? “Are you sure about this, though?” 

There was no evidence of offense on your face. You only nodded firmly, voice serious. “Yes, I am. I’m not afraid of Count Dooku, but I am not so delusional that I won’t admit that I need help. I need your help.” Your eyes, shining in the lowlight of the evening, landed on each one of them and took the time to take them in for all they were. 

Perhaps it was that their whole lives had been spent training for and fighting in a war and there weren’t many pretty things to see in a life spent on battlefield after battlefield that made their hearts seize in their chests at the look, or maybe it was just that your gaze was so piercing because it was driven by the truth in your words and the determination to do what was right and serve justice where justice was due. 

“Can I trust you to help me end this? Because that is exactly what I plan to do, stop this before it gets any more out of hand. I can’t do it on my own and I’m going to need people on my side that I can trust without a doubt, and,” she grinned, “not to speak illy of your characters, I don’t know you. But, I do want to trust you, you risked your lives helping today and I am more grateful than you could imagine. Can I?” 

Again, no one seemed to want to be the first to break the frozen state and actually use their words. No one seemed to want to take the leap of faith required to dive headfirst into this fight, into this cause, as uncharted and diligent as it was. But eventually, as though the same wavelength connected each mind, Hunter came to his decision first and the rest followed; trusting their brother’s judgment and direction the same as any other day. 

“Of course you can, Your Majesty,” the long haired man answered, nodding his head. “Your fight, is our fight now.” 

“Yeah!” Wrecker cheered. “Don’t you worry, Queenie, we got this!” 

Not a moment later, Tech’s voice joined in. “Well, I suppose we do have much to offer the cause,” a hand reached up to adjust the goggles on his face. 

“You can count on us, Your Majesty,” Echo assured, a small smile stretching his lips as his eyes sparkled ever so slightly.

Now, all eyes gazed at the last man remaining, the sniper who personally fulfilled the queen’s wishes. Crosshair was sometimes hard to predict, but all knew his temperament and aversion to things that didn’t contribute to the main goal. If it wasn’t helping them win, it wasn’t really worth it, right? But this, this fight built upon the backs of hate and discrimination and evil, was in the way of the goal of victory. The separatists, and those aligned with them, were the enemy and those enemies were here now. “I suppose this place could do with some cleaning up.” 

The grin on your face earlier had grown into something akin to dazzling. It was a full smile now, teeth on display and illuminating the space everyone was huddled in. Unbeknownst to the group, they had all gravitated towards the woman, huddled around her almost shoulder to shoulder as she called on them for help. “Wonderful,” you mused, and they could hear it. The knowing lilt in your voice, the glint of mischief reflecting off the word. “I think we may just do something here, boys. Huzzah,” you concluded softly, hand placed in front of you and waiting.

Though they again hesitated, after sharing a glance they one by one placed their own hands on top of yours. The allegiance was formed, and the wheels were now in motion.

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#the witch: writes #—signed; hunter #hunter the bad batch #tbb hunter #sergeant hunter #the bad batch #the clone wars #tcw #hunter x reader #hunter x you #hunter tbb x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x you #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #the bad batch imagine #the bad batch one shot #—star wars

[lgbtqiamarauders]

Peter Pettigrew headcanons

(because he doesn't get enough love)

he'll be the first to put down gender norms to help people (esp sirius) like painting his nails, wearing heels, or anything else (plus he always slays doing it)

will not have ANYONE spew homophobic or transphobic comments

he started growing a mullet when they left hogwarts

he'll be the first to jump into doing anything considered childish by modern society (like they'll be 20 years old and he'll be trying to break the world record of the highest pillow fort)

he will go ALL IN for the bit, planning, waiting, preparing, etc, and the joke will always land

he's the midnight barber

he's the funniest marauder tbh

i love the ace headcanon for him, but i also see people who are just using the headcanon to leave him out, or not put the effort in of giving him a love interest, so that's not great, and i like the headcanon that he's a total lady's man, smoother than sirius and james can even DREAM of being

he's not ticklish, which frustrates james and sirius to no end

people think that he's the nice marauder because of his dry wit and sarcasm, which is hard to pick up on if you don't know him very well

he is notorious for being able to keep a joke running for days, weeks, or even years

he badgers remus to join in on pranks as much as james and sirius do

he will NOT put up with sirius' shit. james and most of the time even remus will coddle him or at least ignore him when he's being moody, but peter will bang on his door and force him to plan the biggest prank in existence with him

he has total poker face when he's joking, which means people can never tell if he's serious or not (and when they ask him, he'll say, "i'm not sirius, i'm peter" with a completely straight face)

he has a twin sister

he befriends dorcas before any of the marauders (or lily, mary and marlene) do

he has friends all around the castle, and if he doesn't have an in with someone, he has an in with someone who knows them. he knows everyone's business

he was as big a part of figuring out about remus' werewolf stuff as james and sirius

he was the biggest remus defender after The Prank, and wouldn't forgive him until remus did

lily was going to make him the godfather or her second child, who she was pregnant with when she died

he kept james' glasses

#sorry about the end hehe #marauders era #marauders #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew headcanon #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #lily evans #dorcas meadowes

[siriuslyswiftie]

Marauders era Head-canons

-James can not find the courage to yell at his dad

-Marlene used to tie Sirius’ shoelaces together and always told Sirius that Lily or Peter did it

-Mary and James both have concerts during Gryffindor parties and they always slay so hard

-Lily had a crush on Mary in first year

-Remus would always say “let’s not be hasty” in second year bc he thought it made him look cool

-Peter would laugh when Minnie was yelling at the marauders

-Lily loves annotating books while Remus hates it

-Regulus wanted to be put in Ravenclaw but then asked the hat not to because of what happened to Sirius

-Sirius would always dramatically roll his eyes when Snape talked in class

-Regulus and Pandora exchanged notes during class

-James would always talk to Frank Longbottom if him and Lily fought about something

-Alice and James were super good friends

-Remus, Regulus and lily constantly debated about book preferences

Canon:they all lived happily ever after.

#james fleamont potter #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #gryffindor #slytherin #frank longbottom #alice fortescue #marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders era

[supernovadragoncat]

SDC's Tales from the SanSan Crypt

Looking for some spooky SanSan reads this Halloween?

Below are some selections from my crypt of SanSan delights sure to get your blood pumping and send those goosebumps prickling across your skin.

Happy Halloween! 🖤

Badlands Howl (Complete)

On a gray Halloween day, Sansa travels alone across South Dakota and finds herself inexplicably drawn to the Badlands for what was supposed to be a brief stop. A park ranger tells her a tale befitting All Hallows’ Eve about the Badlands rider—a restless spirit who haunts the land astride his black horse, his face half-burned from hellfire and his unearthly howl famed for the misfortune it brings.

Despite the frightening tale, Sansa finds herself enchanted and, amongst the Badlands’s haunting austerity and bewitching wonder, she encounters the Badlands rider and far more than she ever could have bargained for.

Spooky, sexy, sad, sweet, and spiritual. 

Ride (Complete)

Sansa and Sandor each have their reason for buying a one-way ticket out of town. As an early autumn storm brews, they find themselves alone together on an abandoned train platform with more in common than one might think.

But there's something strange about the train that rolls into the station and their journey comes with a dire warning--if they get on the train, they won't be getting off, at least not in this life. Then again, sometimes you have to get on to get off...

Midnight (Complete)

Into every generation a slayer is born, a chosen one.

That’s what the legend said. Sansa had heard it all before. What did the legend say about watchers then? Not much because it didn’t have to be spoken. Everyone just knew.

A slayer should never get involved with her watcher and certainly never fall for him.

A SanSan/Buffy The Vampire Slayer AU.

Origins (Complete)

No one asks to be chosen. No one seeks it out.

Home from war, Sandor Clegane wants nothing to do with the horrors he faced, least of all the black-eyed monsters that nearly took his life. He calls them demons. Others call them vampires. It doesn’t matter because he’s haunted by dreams he just can’t shake. In them, a red-haired girl fights the fiends alone.

Now letters are showing up at his door from a mysterious entity called the Watchers Council. They have a message for him—he has a calling and so does the girl in his dreams. Neither knows it, but they’ll soon find out…

…the origins of a slayer and her watcher.

A continuation of Slay—a Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU SanSan series.

Spellbound (Ongoing)

Brooklyn born and bred, NYPD homicide detective Sandor Clegane often joked that the only way he’d ever leave New York was in a body bag. His chief calls his bluff and details Sandor to some no-name town in Vermont. They need his no-bullshit approach to detective work. The real reason? He’s burnt-out, jaded, and surly.

His chief said the change of pace would do him good, but forgot to mention this sleepy town has a strange vibe. It also has Sansa Stark—hometown sweetheart and psychic who owns the metaphysical shop. Sandor doesn’t believe in that shit. What he does believe in—she has legs for days and an ass to match.

Only problem? She’s enlisted to help on a cold case. His cold case. Sandor doesn’t work well with others, least of all psychics and certainly not the most gorgeous girl in town who surely bewitched him because why else is it suddenly so hard to focus?

Opposites attract with a heavy dose of sexual tension, small town shenanigans, dirty-talking Sandor, witchy woman Sansa, sassy but well-meaning Arya, and mystical matriarch Catelyn who really thinks Sansa should go easy on the new guy in town.

Sexy. Funny. Sweet. Smutty. Hot-and-bothered SanSan pine away.

Devil Inside (Ongoing)

Orphaned at a young age, Sansa has lived a quiet life as the High Priestess in her northern village, but peace is shattered when legions of marauders led by warlord Sandor Clegane raid her village. Sandor’s brutal reputation precedes him—a warrior who some say is the devil himself—but Sansa is known to him too. Lore has spread through the Seven Kingdoms about the beautiful High Priestess of the North, a maiden ripe for the taking. Sandor’s plan is simple—kidnap Sansa and offer her to the highest bidder—but he didn’t account for how wickedly he wants her for himself. While the best laid plans of men often go awry, Sandor is no ordinary man. He may not even be mortal at all and Sansa is about to learn the cost of making a deal with the devil isn’t just her soul but her heart too. A dark Faustian romance.

#sansan #sansan fanfiction #sansa stark #sandor clegane #SDC's Tales from the SanSan Crypt #Halloween SanSan

[iheartmoons]

OKAY OKAY OKAY I SAW HEART OF GLASS ON YOUR AO3 AND I WAS LIKE ‘FUCK YEAH I ALWAYS LOVE A MARAUDERS BAND AU’ AND THEN I WENT ONTO SPOTIFY - HARMLESS RIGHT? WRONG.

I SAW ABOUT YOU BY THE 1975 ON MY PLAYLIST AND NOW I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT (MAYBE) MARYLILY (and maybe jegulus)?

THE BRIDGE FOR ABOUT YOU WAS WRITTEN BY THE GUITARIST AND HIS WIFE AND SHE’S THE ONE SINGING IT BUT WHAT IF (PLATONIC!JILY) WRITE IT ABOUT MARY/REGULUS

WHAT IF LILY AND JAMES ARE FRIENDS (JEGULUS TEHEHE) AND JAMIE’S COMPLAINING BC HE CAN’T FINISH THIS SONG (IMAGINE THEY’RE DRUNK AND HIGH AND WHATNOT) SO LILY HELPS THEM OUT AND ENDS UP SINGING IT ON THE TRACK AND MARY AND REGGIE LISTEN TO IT AND REALISE THEIR EXES ARE SINGING TO THEM?

just a thought.

i need to revise for chemistry but honestly she can wait

I LIKE IT I LIKE IT I LIKE IT

I THINK U SHOULD WRITE IT OR PLAN IT

i also am currently tryna revise chem but i've gotten 3 questions into a paper and given up

also 'about you' slays so hard

im thinking about mary and reg's faces when they realise its abt them and its so fucking good oh my god 😭😭

#vinnie's tag 🌸 #jegulus #fanfiction #ao3 #the marauders #wolfstar