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jasmines-library · 2 months

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Remus Lupin whose sense of smell heightens around the full moon. You come to him and you’re stinking of Sirius. Obviously, he’s really jealous, especially around this time, and he’s clutching you to his side, rubbing his scent all over you, basically claiming his territory.

Lunar Possession

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Note: When I say I dropped EVERYTHING the second this came into my inbox...

Warnings: Pre-full moon remus angst, possessive-ish (?) remus

Word Count: 1.7k

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Remus Lupin was not in a good mood. He was antsy. With the full moon so close, everything put him on edge: His ears seemed to twitch at the smallest shift in the floorboards and his nose seemed to smell every person that passed his dormitory door on their way to and from the common room. It made his stomach churn, like a boat being tossed about on the sea. It made his head pound in a steady rhythm that made it hard to focus on anything else beside the tedious beat. It was followed by a tightness too; pressing harshly against his temples.

Remus thought he should be used to it by now. He had been dealing with the effects of the full moon for practically as long as he could remember, but he would never truly get used to it. Having you and Sirius by his side always helped though. Remus wouldn’t ever dare admit it out loud, he spent far too much time trying to convince the two of you that he was dangerous and not to be trusted, but you and Sirius calmed his nerves. You made the transformation just that bit more bearable.

He would forever remember the day that you revealed your animagus form to him. Remus could hardly find the words to express how he felt. Never before in his life had he had someone care for him the way that you and Sirius did. James too. He was scared at first, Remus didn’t know how his friends were going to react when he told them about his lycanthropy. Almost certainly he had expected you to run and to never speak to him again. But that night you did the opposite and held him close. And Remus had never felt more loved and accepted. Now, of course he was cautious at first. Angry. Scared. But slowly the three of you had talked him into realising it was a good idea: He was coming home after each transformation with fewer injuries and seemed to be managing much easier with your help. Of course, seeing the scratches and cuts appear on his friends bodies each night made him grimace and try to convince you to stop. He was supposed to protect you and, instead, he was allowing you to get hurt. But you stayed. And Remus was impossibly grateful for that.

Remus groaned as another ache shot through his body, and he turned tugging the blanket closer to him. The moon made him feel the need to hold you close all of the time. He yearned for the smell of your shampoo and the coolness of your skin flush against his. When the moon made him get like this Remus often found himself missing class. All of the people just made his nerves sizzle. Unfortunately, your boyfriend's condition did not mean that you also got a free pass to skip class. Or Sirius for that matter. So, instead of having you close, Remus lay curled up in his bed as his bones ached, waiting antagonisingly for you to return.

When you finally pushed the door open quietly as to stop it creaking, you were clinging onto Sirius’ arm. You arm was looped between his and you leaned your head against the crook of his shoulder. The two of you had been like that all day, he could tell.

You and Sirius had had a busy day to say the least. Not only had potions class run over, but you also had homework that you needed to catch up on during your lunch break. Not that you actually got much done with Sirius around. Sirius was an observer. He could tell from the way you held your shoulders higher than usual and walked with heavier steps that you were stressed. So he did all he could to help you relax a little. Knowing that you were also worried about your boyfriend, he placed gentle kisses to your forehead whilst you worked, or stole them from your lips in the corridor. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his chest to try and expel the tension from your body. Your boyfriend's efforts seemed to have helped because by the time the bell finally rang and the doors spilled open to reveal the flood of students, you were feeling much better. Especially because you could now fill the empty space that Remus’ absence had created.

“Rem?” Your voice was quiet and tender, near a whisper in case he was asleep, or was finding everything too loud.

He peeked his head out from under the blanket, his hair tousled from hours of restlessness. You smiled at him brightly. It was enough for him to return it, and lift his sour mood.

“Hey, Dove.” he greeted, shuffling out of bed to greet you. He couldn’t help but eye his boyfriend who stood with his hand placed tenderly on your lower back. Remus’ fingers twitched. “Good day?”

You hummed, slipping off your shoes and making your way over him to wrap him up in your embrace. You knew it had likely been a tough day for him. “Better now you’re here.”

As you took another step closer to him and away from Sirius the tender moment between the two of you was interrupted. At first, Remus had thought it was because he was standing right next to you. That his nose was getting confused, another side effect of the moon, but now you were standing right beside him across the room from your other partner, Remus knew that he was not mistaken. You stank entirely of Sirius: warm, musky, rich, honey-like and a little earthy. It was complemented by the faint smell of cigarette smoke and leather from his jacket. Normally, the boy would savour the smell of his partner, but you smelt so much like him that it completely drowned out everything about your scent. Something possessive inside him seemed to switch on.

Remus snatched you up immediately, pressing you so tight to his chest that you thought he was going to smother you. He couldn’t help the glare he sent to his boyfriend over the top of your head. Glowering, he pressed a kiss to your head as his fingers reached to fiddle with the hem of your jumper, trying to inch it upward.

You pulled away and frowned at him. Sirius also bore a similar expression. “Moony?”

“You smell of him.” It was a simple statement that came out almost as a growl in his voice.

“Who?”

Remus gestured to Sirius, who had moved to sit on the edge of his bed, with a nod of his head. When he spoke, his tone was filled with something Remus did not possess often. Jealousy. “Sirius.”

Sirius furrowed his brows, before realisation crossed his face and he gave you a look. Remus was feeling left out. He had been feeling rotten all day and now he was being left with a constant reminder of how you and Sirius had been spending the day clinging onto each other instead of him. To make matters worse, the moon was making him possessive: he needed to state what was his.

“Take it off.” Remus’ voice was demanding, but you could hear the need hidden deep behind it. “Please.”

You nodded, your hands slipping over him as you helped him to remove your jumper. Remus tossed it to Sirius and pulled you back to him. Although the jumper was gone, which had helped a little, he could still smell his boyfriend all over you. Understanding this from the way Remus shifted antstily, being the loving boyfriend that he is, Sirius moved to Remus’ trunk to pull out one of his jumpers for you to wear. Before he could reach it however, Remus snapped.

“Don’t touch them.” Remus moved toward his trunk and took a sweater before a very startled Sirius could react. Siri nodded slowly, taking a step back and raising his hands in a surrendering gesture. When after seeing you slip it on, the boy released a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding. It was better, but his mind still screamed at him: mineminemine.

“You alright Moons?” Sirius asked hesitantly, unsure or not whether to approach or not. Remus was still holding you close to him, peppering you with kisses, though he seemed to be less tense now.

He hummed, twisting toward his boyfriend but still not letting you go. This time his expression held much less venom than it had before “Sorry…” He started “I don’t know what came over me.”

Sirius took his chance to move toward him. Instinctively, Moony turned you away, but instead of trying to move you as he thought Sirius would, his boyfriend placed an arm on his shoulder. “It’s alright Rem. I understand.”

Remus tucked your head beneath his chin as your hand wandered to his own to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “Still. I guess I thought I could handle being alone today… but it was all just a bit much. And seeing her come in here smelling of you…”

“Shh” Siri hushed, smoothing Remus’ hair. “You want to lay down?”

Remus nodded. “Is that okay with you, Dove?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled. Taking Remus’ hand you moved over to the bed, shifting the covers out of the way so you could climb beneath them. Remus followed, tucking you close to his body once more, and then Sirius lay on the other side of Remus, resting his head on his shoulder.

Remus relaxed into the mattress as you ran lazy circles over the palm of the hand he was using to keep you in place. He pressed his lips to your head.

“I love you.” He murmured. “I’m so glad I can call you mine.”

“And we are glad to be yours.” Siri told him.

“Thank you for doing this. I’m sorry if I overreacted…”

“Never.” You said. “Anything for our Moony.”

Remus pulled you closer to him. You had a feeling you weren’t going to be moving anytime soon.

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patrophthia · 1 year

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what letters? | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

genre: miscommunications, angst, unrequited crushes, fluffy ending, not proofread

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"you deserve someone better," peter said in confirmation to her words (despite her tone being laced with sarcasm).

"you deserve me," sirius chirped in, smiling charmingly. she rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, only for his grin to grow wider. "scratch that, you're too good for me love."

"you deserve prongs."

there's nothing worse than being stood up on a date. being sat there, waiting for someone who would not show up, feeling as though everyone's eyes were on you, silently judging you for your lack of luck.

it feels even more terrible when you're sat at a crowded place, people roaming around thinking they've found an empty spot only to find out that you were sat there: at a table for two or more on your own.

"guess what?" james asked, sitting down beside her in the empty booth without sparing a second thought. if he noticed her sour mood, his didn't show it.

"what?" she mumbled, amusing him.

"so you know how evans and i are partnered up for potions?" he said slowly, moving closer to her so sirius, peter, and remus could slide into the booth as well. at her nod, he continued, "and do you recall how i fancied her for so many years?"

"i think i do," she answered, feeling slightly nauseous at the prospect that maybe just maybe lily finally gave in and agreed to go on a date with him. "what about it?"

"so i was talking to her today and for the first time in forever, i didn't feel anything."

she looked at him skeptically, taking in his words into consideration. "congratulations?"

"congratulating me feels a bit pathetic," he said off-handedly, voice calmer than when he first started. clearing his throat, james leaned back to the booth as he decided to switch the topic. "so how was the date- oh."

so he did not notice her sour mood.

"he's ugly anyways," james said firmly, "he's a waste of time, you're too good for him."

it seemed as of he was stating his opinion rather than trying to comfort her, saying every uplifting thing he could think of. and before she even knew it, the other three boys joined in, trying to lighten up their mood.

she couldn't stay upset for long when their smiles were so infectious, the corner of her lips turning up as well. "yeah, yeah, i get it. that's enough, i'm out of his league. i know."

"you deserve someone better," peter said in confirmation to her words (despite her tone being laced with sarcasm).

"you deserve me," sirius chirped in, smiling charmingly. she rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, only for his grin to grow wider. "scratch that, you're too good for me love."

"you deserve prongs."

•••

one of the things she hated most about being close to the marauders was how much they shared their life with her. being the only girl in their friend group, she was the designated person to go to whenever there were girls problems.

she didn't mind remus, peter, or even sirius when they came for advice but there was always something bothering her when james came to her. it hurt to hear him talk about other girls he wanted to go on dates with.

she couldn't understand why it stung so much, hurting to an extent that she couldn't quite describe, it felt as if it was a deep frustration kept inside of glass bottle, unable to be opened unless it was shattered. she succumbed when the pressure became to much, confiding in sirius and remus her feelings only to have them point it out. she fancied james.

she fancied her best friend.

and every guy she'd dated ever since he became infatuated with lily evans was just a ruse to distract herself from her real feelings. maybe that was why she didn't feel sad but rather annoyed when she was stood up on a date. why sirius purposely nudged her in what he deemed was the right direction when he said that she deserved someone like james.

she mustered up the courage to tell him how she felt multiple times but was always discouraged whenever he brought lily up, whenever he mentioned anything that she did and put her up on a pedestal.

lily was great, she knew that, she was friends with lily herself and the girl is nothing but an angel.

and as much as she thought that the two of them would make a good couple, she couldn't help but feel relieved when james told her he'd finally gotten over her. maybe this was the right time for her to finally make her move.

there was a knock on the door making her perk up from her seat. clearing her throat and straightening out her shirt, she called out. "come in!"

the doorknob turned, the door creaking open the slightest bit, unruly black hair peeking through the small opening, james had an hand over his glasses. "are you decent?"

with a short laugh, she answered him, "i am."

james came in, a goofy grin on his face when he shut the door behind him. standing almost awkwardly, he looked at her. "a little werewolf told me, you wanted to see me."

"i do." she can't help but smile in return, patting an empty spot besides her. james came forward, taking her invitation for him to be sat. "i wanted to tell you something."

james looked at her patiently, hanging onto her every word. "what is it?"

she gulped, running the scenario over one last time before she spoke it out loud. it was the day before the school year ended, everyone would be on their way back home tomorrow and it was now or never. she was going to tell him how she felt.

and it only took sirius promising her that if she confessed, he would take her on a book shopping spree, all expenses paid by him, even if they were hard covers. the things sirius would do for his friends to be in love.

"promise you won't be mad at me?"

james frowned, his brows furrowing. "why would i ever be mad at you?"

she huffed anxiously, looking to the side. "you might be after i tell you this."

james thought about it for a second, frown not once wavering. "i promise i won't be mad at you."

"okay," she mumbled more to herself than anything, gathering up everything she had in herself for her next words, "i like you. a lot."

james frowned deepened, why would he be mad at her for liking him?

and then it hit him, his eyes widening. she liked him unliked the way she liked sirius or remus or peter, she fancied him. "oh."

"are you mad at me now?" she asked slowly.

james shook his head frantically, denying it. "no, no, no, i promise you i wouldn't be. why would i even be mad at you?"

she studied him, trying to see if he was actually mad at her yet he was being the kind person he is or if he was being genuine. finally she settled on, explaining to him her thought process instead. "because this could potentially ruin our friendship."

"it doesn't," james murmured softly, skipping over her confession. "nothing can ruin our friendship."

•••

"hey remus," she said, clutching her landline close to her ear, "have you heard from james?"

"yeah, why?"

"nothing," she replied way too quickly for either of them to believe her. "[name]..." remus drawled out slowly, trying to get her to let up on whatever it is that bothered her. "i told him."

remus kept silent for a second, she could hear shuffling from his side of the call. "and what did he say?" he asked finally.

she cleared her throat, wondering how their phone call went from the topic of the full moon to this. it was summer break, everyone being back in their respective homes.

sirius was at his flat, his doors open for whenever she needed company. remus was back home, staying with his parents as he helped his mother with her work. peter was at a summer camp, he didn't tell them much about it and they never bothered to ask, if he was okay then it was good enough. james was on vacation with his family, going to see as much of europe as they possibly can.

ever since the break started, she had kept consistent contact with them. remus had picked up every call, answered every letter and even flooed to her house when she'd asked him to. she'd helped sirius moved into his new flat —bought with his uncle's money and even stayed with him as he settled in for while. peter wrote back as much as he could which was to say not much, but the good news was he found a kind girl named ava, he'd even had his first kiss with her.

she'd spoken to all of them but james. there was not a single word that's been exchanged between the two ever since break started. she couldn't call him so she opted on owling him, but her owl always came back empty handed. she was getting worried, maybe his promise of not being mad broke.

"nothing," she answered.

there was a hum from remus, a sense of tranquility falling between the invisible line. "he never knows what to say anyways. have you tried talking to him?"

"i have," she said quietly, "he hasn't replied to any of my letters. i've sent dozens and i haven't heard a single hello in return."

"maybe it got lost," remus suggested tiredly.

she made a sound of agreement before countering, "or maybe he doesn't want to talk to me anymore."

"no," remus dismissed, "he probably forgot to answer, you know how prongs is."

"i've got to go," she said, ready to hang up, "i'll see you on the train?"

"i'll see you then," remus said, and then just before the call ended, he added, "don't over think it, james is an idiot."

•••

"[name]!" sirius cheered the moment he saw her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder the second he got to her side. "how's my pretty girl doing?"

she looked at him with a small struggling smile, unable to carry her luggages under his weight. sirius noticed, pulling out his wand and levitating it behind them. "i'm good, how are you pads?"

"i'm as great as you are," he muttered before spotting remus, calling out for the lanky marauder to join the pair of them. remus kissed his mother on the cheek, bidding his father goodbye then turned to them with a timid smile. sirius repeated his question the second remus came within ear shot. "how's my lovely boy doing?"

"i've been better," he said honestly. sirius took his appearance in, brows furrowing when he noted that remus was still recovering. sirius repeated his spell, levitating remus' luggages behind the three of them as well. "where's prongs?"

"i dunno," sirius said carelessly, completely indifferent with how she tensed up beneath his arm. "i'm sure he's waiting for us in one of the carriages."

"or not," remus muttered, and before he had the chance to rethink his words, he blurted out, "he's probably with evans, they're the new head boy and girl after all."

they are?

james had not told her anything, not one single thing since break started and met its end. and now this?

she felt her stomach drop, every muscle in her body going weak. she froze in her step, unable to keep moving with the information in mind. he was with her, again. she knew that it was wrong for her to feel this way, james had a life, he can do whatever he pleased.

but it did not feel good knowing that neither sirius nor remus told her about this revelation before hand. not until she was to face him again.

"what's wrong?" sirius asked with worry, halting in his steps as well.

remus eyes widened, finally realizing the consequences of his own words. merlin, how he longed to dig himself into a hole right then and there.

"nothing," she answered after a while, feigning a smile. "nothing's wrong."

sirius gazed at her skeptically, disbelieving. "are you sure?" at her nod, sirius pursed his lips, accepting it for now. "let's find ourselves some seats then."

sirius led the way onto the hogwarts express, passing carriages upon carriages to try and find an empty one. eventually, he found one with an all too familiar face in it.

sat there with a big smile was james potter in all his glory, chatting to peter about who knows what. it didn't take long for him to notice their presence, smile growing wider when he stood up, opening up the carriage's door for them.

she turned, not wanting to be trapped in the same compartment as james for the next seven -eight? hours of the train ride only for her wrist to be caught before she could make her escape. glancing up at the arm, she found remus looking back at her with worried eyes.

she shook her head, silently begging for him to let go but remus didn't budge, his grip on her wrist tightened, keeping her in place. "i'm okay remus."

"please," she pleaded so quietly that he almost hadn't heard it. almost. reluctantly remus dropped his hand, letting her go. "i'll see you at dinner."

and with that she left, finding a seat on the other side of the train with her dorm mates and other housemates. her luggages were already put away and she trusted sirius enough to not lose her stuff.

"where's [name]?" asked james from his spot, her stuff was there but where was she? he hadn't seen her in so long. "she left," remus snapped, seeming as if he was ready to bite james' head off but he chalked it up as the after full moon effect. "why?"

"i don't know mate, you tell me."

•••

ignoring james potter was a hard process, the boy was loud (and obnoxious) his presence was everywhere she looked, from her classes to the great hall when all she wanted was a sandwich. "good morning."

"morning," remus said in return, settling besides her on her house table. "did the daily prophet come in yet?"

she thought about it for a second, chewing on her food. "no."

remus nodded, tiredly rubbing his eyes. "prong's asking for you."

"he is?" she asked with slight surprise.

"he thinks you're avoiding him." remus paused for a second, watching as sirius sat down opposing them. "which you are," he added pointedly, "but he wants to know why."

she opened her mouth, ready to reply when she spotted the fore-mentioned boy approaching their table. she stood up, grabbing her stuff as quick as she could and bid remus and sirius goodbyes.

"it happened again!" james exclaimed the moment he landed by sirius' side. "she didn't even say hello!"

•••

james had had enough. it had been three months and two weeks since she admitted her feelings to him and he never once had the chance to speak to her since. he didn't understand why she didn't talk to him on the train then and he didn't understand it now.

when the five of them were sat in the same room, talking within themselves. she had barely even look at him, only chatting with sirius, remus, and peter, it was as though he didn't exist.

he'd had enough, he decided, standing up abruptly. she was sat at sirius' desk, joking with remus —who was sat on sirius' bed about something james couldn't comprehend. making his way over, james cleared his throat, gathering their attention.

"why are you ignoring me?" he asked directly, ignoring the cautious looks that both remus and sirius threw at him.

playing dumb, she frowned. "i'm ignoring you?"

"don't act daft! you've have been ignoring me and you know it!" james said accusingly, "you told me you fancied me and got me all happy and confused and then you proceed to go out of your way to avoid me so please, for godric's sake, why have you been ignoring me?"

"why have i been ignoring you?" she repeated incredulously, "you ignored me first. that's why i'm ignoring you."

"what do you mean i ignored you first?!" he exclaimed with disbelief, "i haven't seen you in three months and when i finally do you won't even look at me, how is any of this my fault?"

"how is any of this your fault?" she repeated, her tone ridiculing him. "i sent you dozens of letters and you never answered! i thought you hated me!"

"letters?" james asked, "what letters?"

she scoffed, "i wrote to you. all through summer. and you never once answered. screw that, i don't care that you didn't answer because maybe they got lost since you kept on traveling but you knew where i'd be and yet you never wrote a single word to me."

"i thought you hated me, i thought you didn't want to see me anymore so i didn't see the point in wanting to see you."

james bit his lips, considering her words. "i didn't write to you because i wanted to give you space."

"when you told me you liked me i was ecstatic, i was also so confuse because i didn't understand why i felt so happy. i thought i liked evans but it's always been you all along and i didn't know how to accept that so i never said anything. i promised you i wouldn't be mad at you let alone hate you and i never was, not once was i mad at you. i was mad at myself for not realizing i loved you sooner."

"what am i supposed to say to that james." she huffed out, feeling helpless. the other three boys were listening in, watching as the drama unfolded while simultaneously silently rooting for them to get with one another, she knew they were.

"that you love me too," james suggested weakly, "i would really like it if you told me you love me too."

"i do," she admitted, "i've always loved you james."

james broke out into a grin. "so you're my girlfriend now?" he asked cheekily. she rolled his eyes, smiling at him as well. "take me out on a date first." he beamed at her, "of course, when are you free gorgeous?"

"when i'm done scamming your best friend's money for books."

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moonlightdancer26 · 3 months

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i genuinely don't understand why so many people in hp fandom creates a whole other universe and treat it like canon like wdym regulus and remus were besties honey regulus was in touch with his pureblood family who most likely hated likes of them

and who tf is marlene???

Right? like exploring other eras/generations of any series is super fun to do, but creating a bunch of fanon BS, making the characters from said era completely unrecognisable, creating OCs out of thin air, and not even engaging in any content from the actual original series?????

like why would you even call yourself a fan of Harry Potter when there isn’t a single character in the series (including the Marauders) whose canon self you genuinely like? They literally have to water down every single Marauders era (and even Lightning era) character into some OC that’s entirely different to their canon counterpart just to appreciate them 😭

and who tf is marlene???

I’ve legit been crying over my period cramps for 2 hours and am currently in the worst mood ever and you just made me audibly giggle 💀 you’re so real for this anon

[and btw if you actually don’t know: Marlene McKinnon is an Order member whose name was mentioned in the series only like two times, Marauder fans merely saw her name and created an entire character out of her even though we know nearly NOTHING about her (her age was never even confirmed)]

#harry potter #anti marauderfen #no offence to y’all but i just don’t understand how u enjoy obsessing over non-existent characters for a living #i feel like it’s so boring #anti marauder stans #anti marauders stans #hp #ask #asks

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nekokvmaa · 4 months

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Hello, for the drawing challenge would you like to draw rosekiller with number 101?

Or maybe 85 with Draco and Pansy/Goyle/Crabbe or the Weasley twins. If you are more into marauder/older eras it could be the Prewett twins (Fabian, Gideon or whoever you think fits.

If not, that's totally okay. Maybe you are in the mood, maybe not. Have a great time!

101 as Rosekiller

changed the pose kinda cuz I couldn’t get it to look right

might make a chibi version with the proper pose too if I get time

link to original post if you wanna request stuff https://www.tumblr.com/nekokvmaa/736810891490820096/i-swear-ill-start-these-soon

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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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TBB headcanons: Sleep

the rest of these are gonna be more specific since I originally created these for writing purposes haha

here’s some sleeping headcanons for the boys (and don’t worry, it’s all SFW 😉):

Hunter

Likes to sleep sitting up or on his back with either a single light blanket or multiple blankets (or weighted) depending on his mood

Has trouble getting to sleep due to distractions (both physical and mental) and is easily woken up

Must sleep in total darkness, any light at all equals no sleep; uses his bandana as an eye mask if he needs to

Morning person, gets up with the sun most days

Tech

Likes to sleep sitting up or on his side, only uses blankets if he’s cold (he tends to get knotted up in them; he’s a pretty restless sleeper)

Often suffers from insomnia and is easily woken up

Has no preference over light; if anything, he’s more used to the colorful, flashing lights on the Marauder when trying to sleep

Night owl 1000%

Wrecker

Likes to sleep curled up with lots of blankets and something (or someone 👀) to cuddle

Has trouble getting to sleep because of his ADHD but sleeps HARD once he’s out

Prefers a nightlight and totally not because he’s secretly afraid of the dark, nope

Doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule, wakes up whenever he has to basically

Crosshair

Likes to sleep on his side or back, makes sure his legs are covered more than anything (they get cold easily)

Doesn’t have trouble getting to sleep (can literally sleep anywhere) but is easily woken up

Sleeps better in total darkness, but lights aren’t a dealbreaker; however, any light has to be soft and not directly in his face or whatever

More of a night owl, but likes to wake up and see the sunrise some days

Echo

Likes to sleep on his left side or curled up with lots of blankets (he gets cold easily)

Doesn’t have trouble getting to sleep but will suffer from nightmares more often than the others and is easily woken up

Normally likes sleeping in the dark, but sometimes needs a light on after a nightmare, poor baby

Morning person, but easily sleeps in if he’s had a rough night’s sleep

previous headcanons: Physical and Mental Traits

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb headcanons #I do have headcanons for bed sharing as well...#but that's for another time hehe #I'm getting the generic ones out of the way first #then I'll move on to the mildly spicy stuff hee hee #my dark and broody bandana man #Goggles™#Muscles™#Mr Snarky Sniper #Mr Iconic One Liner #star warz

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moodymisty · 2 years

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Is it just me or would tech be SOOSOS into using toys for getting himself off? Like he’d be doing experiments and research all of THAT just to get super lost into them…

OK SO

I'm aboutta go feral on all of you lmao this is like a top tier headcanon and it just makes me LSDJFLSDJLJDS*dialupinternetnoise*

This was originally going to be bulletpoint headcanons, but it spiraled out of control quickly

Now I touched on this a smidge in my Kink HCs but I am totally all for this. I cannot for the life of me find who wrote it, but I remember reading a fic where Tech makes toys for himself and you and sends a video of him using his. I'm all for the 'Tech is a little sex freak' club

…Anyways, here's a little juice

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Sex toys(fleshlight), Phone/holocom sex, mutual masturbation, brief mentions of squirting, Solo naughtiness in the Marauder's cockpit

When Tech had first presented a few of his ideas, you hadn’t really expected it to get this, intense. But then again one thing you’ve learned about Tech is that research is research, and that he’s surfed parts of the Holonet even you haven’t.

He’s a kinky bastard; If you needed to explain it without all the flowery language.

There hasn’t been a thing he’s been against trying yet, nor does he ever stick into a default routine. And when he’s in the technical mood, he tends to get creative.

You've had a toy before sure, gotten used a few times but mostly just stays tucked away. After Tech? That drawer was full, each one an experiment to try and make you tick.

It was quite the surprise however to figure out he has more than a few of his own, as he’s trying to pick your brain and his own.

It's not quite surprising after you think about it for awhile however; Given he is cooped up in a ship for cycles at a time with basically no privacy, and a good bit of hormones. It makes you feel just a little bad abut the suggestive messages you've sent him before, when he was lightyears away and really couldn't do anything about it.

Relaxing after a relatively uneventful day the sudden ring of your Holcomm can’t be anyone else, so you quickly roll over in your bed to grab it from the nightstand and answer it.

“Tech!” He’s secretly delighted at the way you sound so happy just to hear from him, leaning back in the pilot’s seat.

“How are you today? I made sure to call during the evening so I didn’t wake you from sleep on accident.” 'How sweet of him' you think, laying back into your comfortable position reclined in bed.

“I should be asking how things are for you; You’re the one heading to a war zone.” Tech points a finger up into the air, even though he knows you can’t see him.

“Leaving, actually.” That sends a massive amount of relief through your body, knowing he’s safe for the time being.

“Well I should be congratulating you then, have a party planned?” Tech could only wish each mission got a congratulations afterwards. The way you laugh at your own joke is adorable; He compares it to the sound of music.

“No parties are needed. Though I am sure no one would complain about you cooking again, if you wish to do so.” That gets and audible reaction, and you’re leaning up in your bed as you think. The last time you cooked for them, which was one of the first times you’d cooked for anyone you’d thought it had went horribly, but apparently not; If Tech was asking for an encore.

“I saw this new recipe I wanted to try recently, so maybe I’ll try it on you guys. It looked sooooo good, my mouth was watering.” You let you an ‘mmmm’ moan after, clearly thinking about the food you had in mind.

Tech is thinking as well, like always; However his train of thought has now suddenly changed tracks.

That moan sounded so sweet and cute, like the ones he loves to pull from you. You do it sometimes while he’s fucking you, but he gets the sweetest, most desperate ones when he’s eating you out; Sucking on your clit while you writhe and plead to him.

The last time he’d been using one of his inventions on you, adding to the overstimulation that had you crying and squirting on his brand new toy, while nearly passing out.

Maker he wanted to see that again, but he has a few standard days to wait until they’re landed.

His cock however doesn’t seem to have nearly the same patience, as he feels himself stir against his thigh.

“I am sure Wrecker would be more than interested in trying whatever you make. Try and keep things low on spices for Hunter’s portion however, please.” The strong scent of spices often make Hunter at worst grow terrible headaches, and at best send him into a sneezing fit.

“Noted. I’ll do my best, don’t you worry.” Getting up from the pilots seat Tech leaves for a split second, rushing to grab something from his bunk. He can still hear you, just taking a moment to lift up the thin mattress and snag something.

It’s hidden in a safe compartment underneath the mattress of his bunk. He’s the only one who knows it’s there; As he made it to hide various things that he didn’t want anyone breaking. As well as whatever he doesn’t want anyone to see.

It mostly housed a few of his more, illicit inventions, as there was no better place to hide the toys you’ve made custom for you and your lover in a ship as small as the Marauder. There was one or two from before you’d met him as well; As Tech was just as full of testosterone as the rest of the clones, and needed release at times.

He remembers first making them; Delving the holonet for ideas, and tweaking based on the ‘feedback’ after each use. They worked, but not that he had a taste of your warm, tight pussy, he didn’t want anything else.

He manages to get one of them out and take it back to the cockpit without any of his brothers noticing, all dead asleep after the mission. He locks the cockpit door and sits back down in the chair, sitting his comm device on the edge of the control panel close by. You hadn’t noticed he was gone, just assuming he was fiddling with setting on the ship for a moment.

“How’s everyone else doing? All come out ok?” As he’s removing some of his armor he glances at the comm device, feeling the way his cock strains against his body glove.

“Oh, they’re all well. None of us were seriously hurt. But I am not aware of the state of any regs that were working in tandem.” He’s half hard, and it doesn’t take long after he wraps his gloved hand around his cock and gives it a few tender strokes that he’s fully erect, precum leaking from his tip. His face feels hot, spreading his thighs more to give himself room as he leans against the back of the seat.

“Good. I don’t know what I’d do if one of you guys got hurt.” You don’t know his brothers too well yet; You chat with them sometimes, play one of those games on the holonet with Wrecker, but he likes that you care anyways. He hums in response to you, but has to try hard to keep it from sounding suspicious.

This’ll only take a minute, he just needs that release that’s suddenly overtaking him.

Tech’s little ‘invention’ is self lubricating, so he doesn’t need to worry at all; Focusing on keeping his voice silent as he feels the tight, artificial pussy wrap around his cock. He has to keep his sentences short now, as too long and you might catch on to the way his voice is shaking, or the soft wet sounds of him jerking himself off.

“We will be fine. We have a 100% success rate.” You give an unconvinced hum, meanwhile Tech has to bite the inside of his cheek so hard it hurts, as his cock twitches inside his artificially made pussy.

It’s good; He designed it to be so. Warm and soft and tight around him, but it isn’t you. He can’t feel your hands, your breath on his skin, the way your nails scratch his shoulders or arms and hear how you moan his name when you’re close to cumming.

“But it might not be that way forever, and I know you guys can be reckless. I just, you can’t fault me for worryi-”

In the heat of the moment Tech let’s out a soft groan, before his body suddenly jerks in fear trying to stop it. You’d caught it, brow furrowing as you look at your comm. Lips slightly parted you think for a moment; No, you’d heard that right.

“Tech? Are you…?”

He freezes, cock still throbbing in the artificial wetness of his handmade toy. He can tell by the tone of your voice you knew what he was doing, and he’d failed to catch his moan fast enough. He thinks for a moment, trying to gather his wits to formulate some sort of apology.

“I, I am so sorry love I was just-“ You let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m only mad I can’t see you.” The notion surprises Tech, but he doesn't complain. If anything his hand continues using his own invention to fuck himself, trying to swallow the noise he makes as the artificial flesh wraps tightly around his cock.

You can only hear it ever so slightly, as the comm mic only picks it up less than half of the time. But now that you know, you can't help the way that your cunt throbs, forcing your thighs to twitch together in an attempt to lessen the feeling.

When that doesn't work you give in, a hand sliding down your body under the blanket to slip into your underwear, fingers quickly becoming soaked. You hadn't realized how wet you'd gotten until you, but Tech's voice had always done that to you.

"I share the same, sentiment." Tech feels almost out of breath, while you softly sigh as your fingers slip between your pussy lips.

“You have those photos I sent, at least.” He does, a few from when you’d felt a little confident enough to give him something for when he was alone in hyperspace.

“Have you used them?” Your fingers dive into the tight heat of your cunt and while it feels good, it’s nowhere near as deep as Tech’s long fingers can do. Or tongue, as he's proven to you time after time. He was clumsy for course, but he's also a quick learner.

Tech knows the answer; He absolutely has, when he manages to get a moment alone. They’re nowhere near the real thing but it’s enough that he can zone out and fantasize, while he makes use of a rare moment when there isn't something that immediately needs doing.

“Yes, I have.” You wish he’d send some of himself, one day.

Hand below the sheets you slowly rub your clit, listening to him on the other side of the comm. You’re sure he can hear you to, since you have no need to be as muffled as him. He's attempting to be quiet however, as the last thing he wants to do is wake anyone. So he swallows a shaky moan, brow furrowing at the way his cock twitches. He's so close, just a tiny bit more.

His hand shakes and looses the rhythm he had, almost frantically trying to chase that peak. He needs it, needs that chemical rush and warm feeling.

"Make sure to save some for me, ok? Because I want you to fuck me senseless the moment you land."

Your sentence and the way your tone, despite sounding erotic distinctly shakes from your own pleasure, alights his brain in so many thoughts as the hand holding his own invention stills. He spills cum into it, breath shaking as he sighs feeling the incredible release of so much tension.

The sound of it and knowing sends a jolt down your spine, but you wish for nothing more for him to be doing that inside of you.

It makes your fingers pull from inside of you and go back to your clit teasing and chasing that feeling, hearing Tech mumble to himself. You can't quite hear what he's saying, though it's in part to you not paying full attention and the heartbeat in your ears.

The way your stomach tightens even more has your toes curling, before it all releases and your cunt tightens around nothing. Tech feels his body stir at the sound of you cumming, but manages to avoid anymore illicit thoughts. He wants to save them for when he’s with you, listening to the sound of your soft panting. He doesn't want to hear anymore of this over a shoddy comm, he wants to be there.

Pulling your hand out of your underwear you adjust your hips slightly, feeling that- well you are temporarily satisfied, that desire isn’t truly quenched. Your heart has settled back comfortably behind your ribs instead of pounding against your collarbone when you speak up.

“I miss you.” You say. Tech is listening to hear if any one besides him on the ship is awake, and is relieved to hear no movement at all. It helps, that Wrecker is both a dead sleeper, and a loud one.

“I do as well. I also have a new project I wish to try on you, when we are planetside.” You let out an embarrassed groan, remembering what had happened the last time he said that.

“Tech, the last time I squirted all over you it was a mess and-" You clap your mouth shut when Tech suddenly interrupts you.

“Yes, and I wish to make it happen again.” Your legs rub together under your blankets.

“With the sciences it is proper to test your theory multiple times; Which I plan to do.”

#mywriting #tech x reader #reader insert #reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #Tech/reader

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mcrizzystardust · 4 months

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im key!

im 17, and i use it/it's pronouns. i have audhd and bpd, along with some other shit like depression and pots.

i reblog a lot, and i like to write up a lil shitpost or two every so often

15+ blog - sex jokes, drug references, etc

fandoms/etc, dni list, other shit under the keep reading

FREE PALESTINE. FREE THE CONGO. FREE YEMEN. FREE SUDAN. END THE GENOCIDES. LAND BACK, EVERYWHERE ACROSS THE WORLD.

my blog is very political. didnt mean for it to be, i just have a very strong sense of justice and cant stop talking about it. if you disgree with me, block me. if youre interested in learning and being informed, contact me (no discourse!!! i wont waste my time justifying my beliefs, but i will give you grace if you genuinely want to educate yourself.)

that being said! if i messed up and said something wrong, please tell me. like if i fucked up the wording and actually said something shitty or like if i just dont fully understand, i would love for you to drop me an ask or a dm. i love learning, i love growing and bettering myself

ask box is open! i love reading and answering them, leave whatever you want whenever you want

dm's are also open. you can text me about any of my fandoms or interests, about the music i like, if you have any questions, and if you want to be moots

fandoms/interests/sp.ins:

david bowie

my chemical romance

slimecicle

over the garden wall

community

marauders (esp jegulus/wolfstar)

calico critters

cats/dogs/cute pets

minecraft

the owl house

halloween

nirvana

punk culture

stars/constellations

five nights at freddys

arcane

red white and royal blue

rocky horror picture show

fleabag

i wish you all the best (by mason deaver)

shadow and bone/six of crows

heathers (the movie, not the musical)

my music taste

david bowie

my chemical romance

hozier

nirvana

t.rex

oingo boingo

against me!

queen

the rolling stones

dazey and the scouts

siouxsie and the banshees

ramones

the tragically hip

korn

no doubt

car seat headrest

modern baseball

sinéad o'connor

the clash

pierce the veil

the strokes

fleetwood mac

cage the elephant

gorillaz

depeche mode

she wants revenge

smashing pumpkins

weezer

my most recent playlist, and some socials

dni: rad fems, terfs, if you have "men dni" on your acc, swifties, dream stans, zionists, proshippers, if you just generally have a shitty mood and treat others poorly, people under 15, specifically nsfw/p0rn blogs, discourse, msi fans, zionist apologists (for noah schnapp, taika waititi, jack black, etc), if you use slurs that are not yours to reclaim, celebrity stan culture in general (aka ignoring the flaws and fucking shitty actions of your faves, holding celebrities to a higher level than other people)

originally posted Dec 27th, 2023

edits - Jan 9th, 2024

major edits - April 18th, 2024

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sorenphelps · 1 year

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marauders x atla/lok AU -- remastered.

I’ve been rewatching atla with my bf recently, which really put me in the mood to revisit this old idea. So I present you a brand new fanart of Peter, Remus, Sirius, James, Lily and Snape (from left to right) designed as atla/lok characters. Also, have an additional sketchdump with some scenarios and whatnot.

Some further unreasonably detailed ideas:

James is an earthbender/metalbender, the only son of famous metalbending acupuncturists. He is also the pro-bending team captain of the Zaofu Saber-tooth Moose Lions. His teammates are Kingsley (firebender) and Xenofilius Lovegood (water/swampbender). He has a very obvious crush on Lily, non-stop trying to impress her with little gifts and dangerous stunts. He is a clever and resourceful prankster. His metalbending master was McGonagall, who is deep down a little disappointed that James became a pro-bender instead of a detective. She watches all of his matches anyways.

Lily is a non-bender from Republic City, who is a chi-blocker and a herbalist. Her childhood friend is Snape who also shared an interest in herbs and poisonous plants. Lily started learning chi-blocking because Snape became way too invested in bloodbending. She is secretly a pro-bending fan and is very fascinated by James’ seemingly failed attempts at flirting. She is estranged with her sister as Petunia hates benders. Lily developed a friendship with Sirius over both of them sharing a complicated relationship with their siblings. She bonded with Remus over their interest in healing.

Sirius is a powerful firebender who owns a motorbike. He met James while trying to fix a stubborn loose screw and they’ve been inseparable ever since, pulling off various shenanigans. He has an unlimited number of parking and speeding tickets. Because of this, he's been sentenced multiple times by Police Chief McGonagall to perform community service in Republic City’s Power Plant generating lightning. His family originates from the richest Fire Nation colony governors, who managed to maintain their noble status and money, but also their traditionalism. They enrolled Sirius to the Fire Nation Army so he could become a high-ranking officer as expected, but he eventually deserted to find real adventures. He still wears his military uniform jacket as a memento.

Remus is a waterbender who has a strong connection to the wolf spirit of the Forgetful Valley. As a little kid he was bitten by a venomous animal possessed by a dark spirit and became very sick. He could be eventually healed by the water of the lake the wolf spirit drank from that season. Hence during full moon his waterbending abilities are charged with the wolf spirit’s energy, forming the shape of the wolf’s head during attacks. He needs to drink from the Forgetful Valley lake waters during lunar eclipses unless he becomes sick again. He works at an animal clinic as a healer. He is dating Sirius, but they are both very awkward about their undeniable feelings.

Regulus is a firebender working as a double agent for Republic City’s Police and Triads. He is involved in various triad business, gathering information and handling pro-bending bets. He is quiet and introverted as opposed to his brother Sirius whose powerful bending abilities and fearless personality gained him quite a reputation. They are not in speaking terms with each other, even though they often get in trouble together when Sirius eventually interferes with his little brother’s operations not knowing he is a double agent.

Peter is a seemingly weak earthbender from Ba Sing Se who cares more about culinary delights than anything else. However, he is deeply involved with Triad business, handling bets, spying and other illegal activities. During a turf war his hand was injured, so he wears a Dai Li rock glove to cover it. As he looks rather harmless, prefers to hide his bending abilities and leaves a general cowardly impression of himself, no one really suspects that he is in fact a spy and a smart player.

Snape is a waterbender prodigy, who also knows much about poisons. He is still obsessed with Lily, even though she has ended their friendship when he demonstrated his self-taught bloodbending abilities on her sister. He spent years researching bending forms and developed his own techniques hoping to win Lily’s trust back. As a result, he is able to bloodbend without a full moon which is his preferred style despite knowing all other sub-forms of waterbending. His talent sparked the interest of Voldemort.

Voldemort is an energy bender who, alongside his mother, was attacked by an enraged snake spirit. His mother died, however he survived due to his awakening energy bending powers, somehow sealing the snake spirit into himself thus enslaving it as his servant. In exchange, his face developed snake-like features. He could turn spirits into dark spirits and seal their power into himself. He planned to find the next Avatar (Harry) so he could rip Raava out of him, corrupt and seal the spirit into himself. He believed this would make him the most powerful being on the world, as then he would gain the bending powers of the Avatar.

Dumbledore is an airbending master and spiritual guru. He has a pet phoenix spirit. He is the grand master of the White Lotus and the unofficial guardian of the spirit portal of Republic City. His main priority is to protect earth citizens as the new Avatar will be born as one of them. However, his master plan is to reconnect Raava and Vaatu and permanently fuse both of them with the Avatar, as only this could bring true balance.

You can find more atla/lok AU content with old ideas here, here and here. Anyone who is willing to write or somehow contribute to this AU, feel free to tag me. I’m in so deep, I might even draw more.

#Sirius Black #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Lily Evans #peter pettigrew #severus snape #wolfstar #jily #Marauders #Harry Potter #atla #lok #au #CrossOver #fanart #art by lau #lau draws with a tablet #atla/lok au

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fensherohair · 8 months

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The Marauders & The Metamorpmagi Part 3

Detention that night had been a little more event than both (Y/N) and Sirius originally thought. James had been given detention by one of the headboys running out, as had Allegra by McGonagal. The four had spent detention together in the transfigurations classroom, McGonagal overseeing the progress of each after she had set them tasks. James and Allegra had been sat at individual desks and given lines to write repeatedly, ensuring both learned from their mistakes. Sirius too had been sitting at one of the desks, his only task was to properly brew the potion he'd turned into an acidic sludge.

(Y/N) on the other hand, had been given the task to repair any of the school books in the closet at the back of the room. After which she would be on to polishing the goblets. If she had finished that before detention was over, then she would be sent to help Sirius with his potion. Of course, Allegra had complained about how unfair her punishment was, having to sit in silence and write the same words over and over again. She'd been forbidden to speak unless it was to ask for a small break or to use the bathroom. James didn't complain all that much, the only comments were directed towards Sirius and (Y/N), telling one not to read the potion instructions carefully and wishing the other luck when it came to her clumsiness.

"Gosh this is pointless" muttered Allegra, when she put her quill down and shook her cramping hand. She'd only written a few lines, already bored of the task and wishing she could just get up and leave. But at last, she knew that was impossible, given McGonagal was her head of house. Professor McGonagall on the other hand merely sent Allegra an unamused glare, until the young girl picked her quill up once more and began writing again, sighing loudly as if to protest against such a boring task.

"You can always spend detention in Mr. Pringle's care, Miss Smith" spoke Professor McGonagall, her words sharp and suggested she was in no mood for the attitude Allegra had thrust far fearlessly displayed. Allegra soon froze, thinking over her options as McGonagall glanced at the other three in the room. Picking up on how each followed her instructions without question. How James sat quietly on the opposite side of the room to Allegra, continuing to write the lines given to him, the only sound from him besides his earlier comments was the quill dipping into the ink pot.

Sirius was quietly brewing his potion now, occasionally looking back to the book close by to ensure he was putting the right amount of ingredients in. Whereas (Y/N) sat quietly on the floor at the back of the room, two piles of books in front of her. One of the books already repaired and the other waiting to be done. On one of the desks, she'd already put the goblets and polish out, ready to do her next task. Neither of the two spoke a word, although Sirius had become distracted by (Y/N)'s a few times, mainly from the length and color changing. Even McGonagall couldn't suppress her grin, even more so when it appeared (Y/N) wasn't aware she was using her metamorphic abilities, instead minding her own business while occasionally humming Hogwarts songs.

"Mr Potter, you may take a break from your lines" started McGonagall after walking around the room. She'd completed her own task of marking the first year's written work. After which she'd walked around the room, finding James had written two full parchment pieces of lines and was halfway down his third. Allegra wasn't even a quarter of the way down her first, instead, she had started to doodle and then protested her detention by laying her head on the desk.

James simply nodded before standing to stretch his protesting limps, a small request of going to the bathroom soon escaped him, a request that was silent granted as McGonagall walked to the back of the room. (Y/N) was now polishing the goblets, still humming away to herself, although the tune had changed to a made-up one. Sirius carefully continued his potion while moving to the song (Y/N) hummed. Occasionally he looked to the potion recipe to ensure he'd gotten it right this time.

"Miss Wolffe" called McGonagall, noticing neither Sirius nor (Y/N) had noticed she'd left her desk, both being too preoccupied with their tasks to notice. "After you've finished polishing the goblets, please see me at the front" requested the head of Gryffindor's house, receiving a silent nod from the young metamorphic student. With that McGonagall waltz off to the front of the room once more, picking up a thick book from her desk and slamming down next to Allegra. Startling all three students still in the classroom. Her gaze was hard and unyielding as it landed on the now jumpy form of Allegra.

"Tell me Miss Smith, how is it Miss Wolffe and Misters Black and Potter can complete their tasks without complaint while you can not?" asked Professor McGonagall, quickly slipping into her teacher mode and ensuring her voice matched the sharpest of her eyes. Allegra had tried to say something in response, opening and closing her mouth several times. During this time James had returned and gone back to writing his lines, unknowingly proving McGonagall's point.

"It's not my fault it's so damn boring" confidently spoke the muggle-born girl, feeling as if she was on top of the world, although that feeling vanished as quickly as it came when her eyes landed on the professor overseeing detention. "I have to write boring lines, while Sirius gets to brew a flipping potion and (Y/N) does meaningless tasks. It's not fair, I shouldn't even be here in the first place, I didn't do anything wrong" complained Allegra, comparing her punishment to that of both students at the back of the room. As if somehow believing she was somehow above the school rules and resolved any responsibility.

"I didn't see anything right with your behavior either Miss Smith" commented McGonagall, turning her attention to the remaining three students. "I have yet to understand how you believe bullying Miss McKinnon and trying to force others to say you're the most powerful witch at Hogwarts is anything but wrong" she continued, as if finally revealing what it was that had earned Allegra such a boring detention in the first place, although now looking back on it, McGonagall was questioning if writing lines was a suitable enough punishment for Allegra. Especially when the wiser witch was questioning whether Marlene was the first Allegra had bullied.

"Mr Potter is here for his actions regarding Mr Snape and Miss Evans. His punishment would have been worse had he not taken responsibility for his actions. In contrast, Mr. Black is here to brew the potion he purposely messed up correctly, so he can catch up and move on with the rest of the class" started McGonagall, as she listed why both boys were there. Although she was at least thankful James had owned up to his actions and accepted what he had done was wrong. Even if it was after encouragement from Remus and a few other friends. "Miss Wolffe is here because of something out of her control, nevertheless she has accepted not all will understand her abilities or the side effects of it" she added, informing those there why (Y/N) had simple but meaningless tasks to do.

The moment Professor McGonagall had returned her desk, Allegra pulled a face at her, as if believing she wouldn't see her act of defiance. Something she had been mistaken about, as McGonagall wasted little time in sending another glare in the direction of the disobedient child. (Y/N) soon appeared at her desk too, listening carefully to the instructions given before nodding and leaving, a small smile painted on her lips at knowing she'd be free from detention once the task given was completed.

"James, Sirius" called Allegra, once again completely disregarding the rules put in place and actively ignoring McGonagall, instead choosing to do her own thing and hopefully escape from the boredom to haunt her. "Want to hang out sometime? Maybe walk around the grounds or just talk?" she asked her eyes focused on James, not seeing the horrified look to pass over Sirius' features, as if the very thought of being around her was worse than spending summer holidays with his parents. As if the thought was a nightmare filled with torment.

"I'd rather kiss a niffler" commented Sirius from the back of the room, refocusing on his potion now it was almost complete. A yawn soon escaped him, the boring class with Professor Bins still plaguing him, as if it had drained him of all the extra energy he normally had. The sudden quietness did nothing to help, now (Y/N) wasn't there humming away to herself, time itself seemed to stop or at least slow down enough to become a painful drag.

James couldn't hold back his chuckle over Sirius' comment, how he'd said it so quickly and with nothing but a serious tone. No humor ringing through it or sarcasm. McGonagall could only shoot a soft warning glare in Sirius' direction, ensuring he understood his comment wasn't appropriate although she couldn't blame him for not wanting to be around Allegra. A lot of students had come to the same conclusion regarding the muggle-born witch, although most were a little more subtle about their avoidance.

"Mr. Black when you're finished with your potion you may find Miss Wolffe and return to the common room" announced Professor McGonagall, suspecting Sirius was close to finishing the task required of him, thrust his only task after that was to find the mischievous and clumsy girl she'd sent off to deliver something. There was little doubt Peeves would collar her at some point, the poltergeist seemingly attracted to the chaos so often associated with her.

The moment Sirius quietly left the classroom, Allegra soon began to complain again, stating it was unfair both (Y/N) and Sirius could leave while she was stuck there doing something she had no interest in. Shortly after her complaints turned to how James and Sirius had ignored her question and replied by with a rude comment. Clearly not understanding her constant complaining and self-entitlement didn't endear her to anyone, nor did her lack of attention help her when it came to future plans and career unless her plan was to reintegrate into the oblivious muggle world.

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patrophthia · 1 year

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it wasn’t implied? | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

genre: fluff, pining, maybe angst¿?, miscommunications, secret confessions, not proofread

wc: 4.2k

originally posted on wattpad

"i saw you," sirius said lowly, smirking, "you two think you're so sly but i see everything."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"sure, you don't," he remarked with a roll of his eyes, "you never know what i'm talking about, not when i told you that your crush on remus was obvious, not when i tell you that remus fancies you back and definitely not when i saw —with my very own two eyes— you kissing."

"just be careful doll, i've been there before," he told her softly, making her glance at him. "you've been there before?" she repeated testingly, not understanding what sirius meant. "i was once remus when i was younger."

"where should we go next?" peter asked excitedly, holding onto the teddy sirius had won for him for dear life.

it was a hogsmeade weekend, the marauders had decided that it was a bright idea to sneak off to an amusement park. the sun was setting, a pretty mix of pink and blues with hint of gold within it. they stood in the middle of the park, pulling at their coat tightly to keep themselves warm whilst james suffered in a corner.

"definitely not the roller coaster again," said lily wearily, eyeing james from where she stood as he hunched over a garbage can with remus and sirius to his side. "anything but the roller coaster again."

"i'm pretty sure they're done with it," she said kindly, watching as remus rubbed james' back in a soothing manner, "we've been on it four times now, i don't think they'd like to go on it for any longer."

"hopefully, you're right," lily muttered under her breath as the group of boys returned.

james looked up, smiling charmingly. "what's next?"

"i wanted to go on the ferris wheel," said sirius off-handedly, his hands digging into his pocket to keep itself away from the cold, "the sunset's nice."

"okay," lily agreed; nodding her head as she approached james' side, lily looped her arm around his and began leading the way when she realized that two of their friends were missing. turning around, lily spotted the pair conversing between themselves. "guys?"

"yes?" remus looked up, finally noticing that their friends were ten steps away and blushed. "sorry."

lily only smiled, giving him a pointed look and glanced down slightly. "is she cold?"

"very," she answered, voice muffled as her head was pressed against remus' torso, holding onto him tightly. "remus is very warm."

"of course, he is. the man's a human furnace," sirius said, almost frowning, "now, c'mon i want to see prongs throw up again."

"that's disgusting," she whispered just loud enough for remus to hear, moving her head slightly to look up at him.

"it's pads, what'd you expect?" he asked in return, smiling fondly at her.

she scrunched her nose in disgust, accidentally picturing james going through hell once more at sirius expense. "less suffering for the man who's already legally blind?"

remus laughed at that, making sirius groan even more. "would you stop flirting please?" sirius whined dramatically, "seriously princess, are we going to get an apology here?"

pulling away from remus completely, she stood besides him and assessed their friends.

"sorry, i made you wait because i was cold," she started slowly, feeling as though she was a kid waking up her parents to tell them she'd done something bad. sirius tutted, pulling out his wand and casted a warming charm on her. "can we go ride the ferris wheel now?"

"of course, we can," sirius said brightly, all signs of his previous sour mood disappearing.

sirius led the way this time, bantering with lily as remus and [name] walked slightly behind. shoulders brushing against one another as they listened into their friends arguing.

somewhere between where they started to the waiting line, remus had managed to slip his hand into her's intertwining them together.

she looked up at him, surprised —not to mention, extremely flustered, and smiled. an action that remus reciprocated along with a comforting squeeze of her hand.

james, lily, sirius, and peter took a car of their own. insisting that remus was too tall (as if it made any sense) to fit into their carriage so it would be better to have her accompany him as to not have him be lonely. all four completely oblivious to just how obvious their match making attempt was.

"this is nice," remus commented absentmindedly, looking over his shoulder, "it's so pretty up here."

"it is," she concurred, eyes kept on remus. tinge of pink and blue with the slightest hint of purple, painted his face, green eyes shining brightly. "they're taking pictures of us."

remus turned abruptly, concern written all over his face, "what?"

"them." she pointed upwards, remus eyed her direction and found their friends in the other car grinning and waving at them.

lily had her polaroid camera in her hand, it pointing at them. she gestured her over, shouting about how she couldn't fit her into the frame unless she sat besides remus. she followed her request, moving to sit by his side and looked up at them.

their was a flash, lily took the first polaroid out and handed it to james who was besides her. "smile!" she shouted before adding, "move closer, [name]! you're too far away!"

again, she did what she was told, scooting over and rested her head on remus' shoulder, smiling up at lily. remus laid his head on top of hers, beaming at the camera as well. lily counted from three and the flash went, sitting back down when she was satisfied with its result.

remus hand found hers once more, holding onto it firmly. "i think i might fall asleep."

"go ahead," she said lightly, "i've been working on my levitation spell, i can get you back to hogwarts safely."

remus lifted his head up so he could look at her properly. "as much as i am honored to the first person you murder, i'm really not looking forward to dying so soon."

she moved away from his shoulder, gaping at him with mock offense. "you underestimate me, mister lupin."

"and i've always been correct with my underestimations."

"that's not a kind way to talk to your best friend."

"actually i can talk to my best friend however i want," he said matter-of-factly, "that's kind of the point of being best friends with someone, being able to act however you want."

"you know what," she said, scooting away from him, "i don't want to be near you anymore."

"is that so?" he taunted, pulling at her hand.

"it is."

"i don't believe you." he leaned forward, pushing at her buttons. the full moon was near, which meant remus' senses had been heightened, making the both of them fully aware of just how fast her heart was beating. "i really don't believe you."

within seconds his lips are on hers, closing the gap between him and her without any hesitation. the line of whether their relationship was platonic or romantic, now crossed. remus tilted his head, leaning down to help her from straining her neck. the kiss was innocent, pulling to a stop when they were ushered out of their car by their friends.

remus cheeks were red when he left the carriage, blaming it on the cold wind. james had swept remus into a conversation about the prosperity of churros when remus took her hand again, holding onto it as he amused james with questions.

sirius was walking besides her, hands tuck in his leather jacket. he nudged her lightly —an action that almost knocked her off of her feet if it weren't for remus catching her. remus scolded sirius quickly before turning to check on her, after being satisfied with her answer he turned back to james.

"i saw you," sirius said lowly, smirking, "you two think you're so sly but i see everything."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"sirius, you're seventeen stop talking like you're in your eighties," she said exasperatedly, "and i'm really confuse right now. what the fuck do you mean you were once remus, were you once tall and cute or something?"

sirius made a face, one of offense and irritation with the slightest tint of hurt. "are you calling me short and ugly? you wound me, sweetheart."

"i'm not calling you short, sirius. it's just that i don't have the crippling fear that you would suddenly lick my head when i'm near you."

"tall people don't do that," sirius frowned, "do they?

"i wouldn't know," she shrugged.

"anyways." sirius dragged out, moving back to the topic at hand. "what i'm trying to say is that i've put someone in the same situation as you and moony right now. it doesn't end well, [name]."

"it's really confusing —and if i'm being completely honest here, i feel guilty for everything that happened," he confessed quietly, "i made it complicated. when it could've been so easy.

"so . . ." sirius trailed off, watching her with patient grey eyes, "talk to him. make sure you know where the two of you stand before everything goes wrong."

sirius gave her one last reassuring smile before he tuned into their friends discussion on churros. remus let out a laugh at one of james' comment, a pretty smile on his lips that may or may not have pulled at her heart string.

fuck remus, where did she stand?

•••

sirius was laying on the couch, james sitting on the floor besides him along with peter while remus sat on the armchair when lily and her found them in the gryffindor's common room. there was a girl, hunched over the coffee table, a small notebook in hand talking to james and sirius as she wrote down whatever she found important.

she must've felt her presence, looking up at them with a small smile. "dorcas, we had care of magical creatures together in third year."

she replied with her name, smiling as well. "what were you three talking about?"

"a project," she said enthusiastically.

lily sat down besides james, and patted the empty spot to her left for her to take. she was about to take a seat beside lily when something tugged at her hand, she turned, following the direction of her distraction and found remus smiling at her, his hand holding onto hers.

"sit with me." she was hesitant, not knowing where she was supposed to go when the chair was so small. remus must've noticed, pulling her directly into his lap and wrapped an arm around her waist, securing her in her spot.

dorcas didn't even bat an eyelash when she continued on, "would you like to hear about it?"

"sure."

dorcas began her explanation with a clap of her hands. "so i've been reading a new romance novel and in it there's this muggle newspapers thing where people can mail something they wanted to say to someone they loved or cared for, whether romantically or platonically, it was called the W.L.U segment —standing for words left unsaid."

"i thought it was cool so i asked dumbledore if i could somehow pull an event together and he said no but i'm known to be quite annoying so i used that to my advantage and eventually he agreed."

"so." she clapped her hands together. "on march, thirteen, the fifth floor corridor will be plastered by sticky notes with hand written words on them for each person that is submitted to. it is by first name only and there would be a spell to prevent you from actually recognizing who's ever hand writing it is, so everything will be anonymous."

she had many questions, unsure how everything will work out like dorcas planned it out to. there was thousands of students at hogwarts, how can she fit them all in the corridors (even if the name were to overlap), how will the letters be submitted if it was anonymous, and most importantly —how will filch's cat resist the urge to claw off all the notes?

instead she settled on asking, "march thirteen?"

"it's when my dad first met my mother," she said with small smile, "under a clementine tree."

"can everyone just submit anonymously?" peter asked, intrigued.

"that's pretty much the whole idea, no one would know who said what. we're giving out special notes that would magick itself out of your life the second you've finished writing and it would be added to the wall. the notes will be owled out to everyone, because if you saw someone trying to get the notes you'll be suspicious of them, ya know?"

and then she added, "the identities would be unknown unless you sign it off with your full name, or initials for whoever it is you wrote it to, to guess. it's up to you really, if you want your identity to be known then you make it known."

"are you sure it will stay anonymous?" he followed up skeptically.

"cross my heart. not even the ones preparing this project would know."

•••

march came fast, so did remus' birthday —an event that had left her more confuse then she was before hand. the marauders had threw him a surprise party, one she attended in high spirits.

around midnight, marlene had dragged her into a circle where their friends was waiting for her. "we're playing truth or dare," she had told her.

the first few rounds was fun for the most part, her having done stupid dares that had spilled out of peter's drunken lips (the gryffindor is the funniest when he's absolutely wasted).

remus' birthday cake sat in the center of the circle, everyone enjoying their slices while they played the game. remus picked dare for the third time, keeping up with the courageous gryffindor spirit.

dorcas perked up at this, getting her word in before anyone else could. "i dare you to kiss the person you find most beautiful in this room."

sirius had pouted his lips out for him only to be blatantly ignored by remus. the room was —more or less— unphased when remus had made his way over to [name], cupping her face and kissed her.

soft and quick.

when he pulled away, he made his way back to his seat and acted like nothing had happened.

dorcas nudged her from her right, giggling slightly as she spoke, "i knew he would kiss you."

then the question she tried so desperately to forget resurfaces. what were they? where did she stand?

the next day comes and dumbledore introduced the project at dinner, letting dorcas up on the podium which she spoke at proudly, informing everyone of her plans and answering any questions they had.

the notes arrived the next morning, students walked around chatting about who they planned to write to and by dinner time half of the castle had written and sent off their first notes.

march, thirteen came and she was rudely awakened by dorcas and sirius pounding at her door, announcing that the project has been opened for viewing and that they needed to see it as soon as possible.

she quickly got dressed and followed them into the common room. stood by the entrance was the rest of their friend group, all looking tired out of their mind.

james led the way towards the fifth floor, the corridors walls littered with notes, all belonging to a group of names in alphabetical order.

their group went through the names one by one, being nosy when there seemed to be some sort of drama in the mysterious notes. some of the notes were on the sweet side, some malicious.

james was a common name but they were —luckily enough— able to identify which one was their james based off of how some referred him as 'the quidditch king' or 'james, potter, james potter' or the last (and definitely sirius' favorite way of identifying james out of them all) was 'james, the four eyed one.'

there was various love confessions, some cussing him for not giving them a position on the gryffindor's quidditch team, and some compliments about how much they wanted to run their hands through his beautiful, beautiful hair.

"you smell." sirius read out loud, ignoring the tiny :) that was drawn on the note to laugh at james' face. "i think that's for you, prongs."

"shut up, pads. you smell like wet dog."

then was the letter R standing tall above the name remus. on the wall stuck countless amount of notes, all confessing just how pretty they thought remus was. his pretty eyes, his pretty nose, his pretty lips and how much they wanted to kiss it and his stupidly pretty hands.

"good god moony, what spell have you put hogwarts under," james said slightly horrified, his eyes gluing to each notes that stuck under the name remus, "what have you done?"

"i haven't done anything," remus replied, his tone defensive, "and we can't be sure this is about me, i'm not the only person named remus."

"yeah but you're the only person in this school with that name." dorcas pointed out, just as fascinated as the rest of them with the amount of letters he received.

something caught her attention, making her take a step forward so she could get a better look at it. dorcas turned to her friend, fingers pointed at a note written in blue paper. "this handwriting looks familiar."

she followed dorcas' hand, reading the note to herself. i'm so confuse, remus. where do i stand? am i your girlfriend or am i just a girl that's a friend?

below it was another note written with same handwriting. i shouldn't have let you kissed me the first time and i definitely shouldn't have let you done it the second since all it did was amplify how i feel for you.

sirius cleared his throat loudly, pulling their attention to him. "this is boring," he began, grey eyes firmly locked with her, "let's go read mine."

he pulled her away with a smile to the others, hoping that they'd follow without questioning. "you wrote it didn't you?"

"wrote what." she acted oblivious, standing before the wall filled with notes for the name sirius. he, like remus, was the only one with that name.

"those notes." he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"isn't there supposed to be a spell to prevent people from knowing who wrote it?"

"there is," he concurred, "i actually don't know for sure. 's why i'm asking you. i don't recognize your hand writing but i know the situation mentioned like the back of my hands. i can only assume and i know they can too."

"so now everyone knows that i'm confused about what remus and i are?"

"pretty much," lily joined in, standing besides her. "god, sirius why is so many people angry at you?"

"why people are upset with me is not important right now," said sirius distractedly, "what's important is that moony read those notes —just like we did, need i remind you— and he still hasn't come to try and talk to you."

"maybe he doesn't know it's from me—"

"remus is not a basket case, darling," cut in sirius. "he's being slow on purpose."

lily tsked. "men are stupid, [name]." she reminded, not sparing a second at the baffled look sirius threw her. "let's go read the ones with your name on it."

there was only so many notes for someone with her name, all littered with different colors and signed with their initials on it. she didn't know half of the possible initials but one specifically caught her eyes.

r.l

she hoped, despite knowing that she shouldn't, hoped that it was from him and that he had written it for her.

above the initials was the note itself, written in a set of neat handwritings that was so similar and yet so unidentifiable, it had her heart jumping to her throat.

i had hoped that one day i could shun you out of my mind but i cannot, not when you are the only thing running through it. not when the idea that you'd let me kiss you again is stuck in my mind. the same mind that hasn't stopped thinking about you before i even knew how much i liked you.

i can only hope you would forgive me for it. r.l

"you know," sirius said slowly, eyeing the note, "this whole confession thing would be so much easier if you just talked to each other."

"like you're the one to talk sirius," lily scoffed, "you wrote regulus a lengthy five note apology letter instead of just saying sorry."

sirius flushed at that, turning away from lily bashfully as he muttered under his breath about how she was no fun.

•••

dinner came after classes as usual. dumbledore gave the podium once more to dorcas for her to express just how grateful she was that so many people participated in the project, welcoming feedbacks with open arms.

dorcas thanked james, lily, and sirius, respectfully giving them credit where it's due. dorcas was half way off the podium when her eyes widened comically, running back towards frantically. "just one more thing."

"if someone has said something to you and you're sure that it's meant for you from that special someone." dorcas looked at her pointedly, making her avert her eyes. "talk to them, work it out. that's all, goodnight."

dessert wasn't even able to make its appearance when she was hunted down by the marauders.

"i need to talk to you." remus took a step forward cautiously. "please?"

the five of them trudge towards the nearest empty room, the other three boys leaving to give them privacy. "so," she drawled, "what did you want to talk about?"

"why did you ask me if you were my girlfriend?" he asked directly, not seeing the point of beating around the bush.

"isn't it self explanatory?"

"no, it's not actually," said remus, annoyance etching into his tone, "would you care to explain why you said so?"

"i said it so because, i wasn't sure if i was."

"you weren't sure if you were my girlfriend?" remus scoffed, narrowing his eyes incredulously, "then what were you?"

"i dunno," she said lowly, feeling stupid that this conversation was even happening in the first place, "it's what i'm trying to find out."

"okay wait." remus took in a deep breath, his hand in a pausing motion. "so for the last three months, i thought that you were my girlfriend while you thought i was just some friend who goes around kissing people?"

"that's not—"

"it's not? because, it seems to me like you thought so."

"well it's not my fault you never made it clear!"

"and it's not my fault you never asked," he argued, "because, if you did —for even just once, we wouldn't be fighting right now."

she stared at him in silence, feeling speechless. "i'm so confuse."

"you're confuse?" he asked, almost taunting, "i'm fucking confuse. i've been thinking that you were my girlfriend since i kissed you in that goddamn ferris wheel."

"you thought we've been dating for three months?"

"yes," he said with a nod, "since we went on that ferris wheel and i kissed you. you didn't pull away, you kissed me back so i thought the feelings were mutual but apparently not."

"so that night," she murmured slowly, "your birthday." she clarified. "you kissed me because you were my 'boyfriend' and not because you were drunk."

"i kissed you because, you truly were the most beautiful person in that room," remus sighed, "why would you even think otherwise?"

"i don't know—" she paused, feeling pathetic, "it's just something sirius said after we kissed, it got me thinking—"

"of course, it's fucking sirius," remus cut in, laughing dryly, "the lad makes one relationship mistake and thinks he's qualified to go off and give advice. look where that got us now."

they could hear a scowl from outside the room before a smack landed, a loud ow! and a shut up you twat, you messed this up once already following in its wake.

"nowhere bad," she said, defending sirius slightly, "he actually told me to talk to you but i didn't so it's technically my fault."

"it's not your fault, [name]." remus frowned. "this could never be your fault. i kissed you not once but twice and never bothered to talk to you about it. it was stupid of me to think it was mutual."

"but it was, remus," she told him, "the kiss. everything. it was all mutual. i just— i didn't know that i was your girlfriend."

"then i must be one shitty boyfriend," he snickered, chewing on his bottom lip.

"will you just shut up and kiss me?" she took a step towards him. "as my boyfriend this time."

remus met her in the middle, smiling shyly. "how could i ever say no to you."

—from bee: this is incredibly inspired by the unsent project,, check it out it’s pretty cool!!

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin x yn #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin crack #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin Humor #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin Angst #remus lupin scenarios #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #🧳: my writing

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missgryffin · 1 year

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i want to know who your marauders/lily fan casts are! icb ppl are still fancasting aaron taylor johnson as james in the year 2023

Hahahaha oh my. Like I get that he had his "right place, right time" moment with 2010s fandom because of that one clip from Nowhere Boy, but...he is not James 😂

That being said, I don't actually have concrete fan casts for the marauders. It's way easier for me to give immediate "no's" to fan casts than it is for me to feel a "yes." And I think (and maybe this is true for a lot of people who have grown up with the series and been in/around fandom for many years) that's because I have very strong images of these characters and this world in my mind, which were largely shaped by the original HP illustrations and years of fan art.

But! Typical caveats aside, in all my mood boarding and fic banner making and amassing of aesthetic images (you should see my Pinterest 😅), I have come across some people/photos that come really close to how I picture them and give off overall character "vibes" to me, so I'll share those below:

young Lily Evans (she has my most concrete face claims—Madelaine Petsch and Kennedy Claire Walsh are my go-to's for her)

young Remus Lupin (this pic—and only this pic, ha—of Simon Van Meervenne; the sadness in the eyes gets me every time) || young Peter Pettigrew (this pic/shoot/hair color of Froy Gutierrez—that baby face! those cheeks! post-Hogwarts darkness hasn't warped him yet)

young Sirius Black (these shots of Paris Brosnan—it's the hair length and grungy/eclectic style for me. give that boy a cigarette and a motorcycle, and we're set)

young James Potter (he's tough for me to face claim, but I've been into shots of Oussama Guessoum for moodboards lately—it's the messy, windswept hair and face/jaw structure for sure. and it always helps when there's at least one shot with glasses, even if it is a little overly-seductive for JP 🤣)

#ask #eternal summer face claims #<-this tag is so old #I have no idea what's in it anymore #but safe to say #face claims evolve #and this post has my current faves

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okay I think this is just funny but this is how it went down when Remus told the marauders who he was dating

Remus: okay, padfoot, prongs, wormtail, Evans. before I continue I need your wands.

lily: why?

Remus: ask questions later

*wands are given*

Sirius: what's this about now moony?

Remus: okay. I'm going to introduce you to who I'm dating

James: YOUR DATING SOMEONE?!? WELL WHOS THE LUCKY LAD THEN?

Remus: okay I need you all to be calm and promise not to do anything

Sirius: Jesus moony your acting like it's bloody snivilus

Remus:....

peter: oh fuck it's snape isn't it

lily: *starts laughing hysterically*

James: YOUR DATING SNAPE??!? BUT- WHY- HOW- HUH?!

Remus: okay yes I'm dating Severus. and before y'all say shit you have to remember that's he's like the lily to my James

Sirius: oh don't compare him to evans

lily: actually I think the analogy is flipped-

James: what-

lily: ya I think sev is more like an emo James and sirius mixed kinda thing and Remus is a lot more like me

Remus:....oh fuck your right... I'm dating the emo version of those idiots

lily: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH MERLIN

James: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Sirius: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

peter: *laughing with lily*

Remus: hey if I'm dating the emo version then you're dating the original idiot!

lily: *stops laughing* oh fuck I am-

James: HEY-

Sirius: *grabs James shoulder* nah mate, their right

James: .... well fuck

peter: well this was great

LMAOOOOO

It was clever of Remus to confiscate their wands beforehand, otherwise who knows what James and Sirius would’ve done 💀 also omfg Lily is such a mood

#snupin #harry potter #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #hp #ask #asks

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 10: Wrong

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine finds unexpected new relationships blossoming with a few members of the Bad Batch.

Warnings: discussion of trust issues, idiots starting to fall in love, depictions of small amounts of anxiety

Author’s Note: omg I can’t believe y’all are still reading this, 10 episodes in! Thank you all so much for your continued support! I love y’all so much 🥹💛 anyway here we are again with The Boys™! Yeah anyone remember how I said this might turn into a poly!batch fic? Yeah so that’s like for sure happening now. What can I say, I do what the muse tells me to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There will be absolutely NO clonecest. Gross. anywho, enjoy!

Mando’a key:

Cyar’ika = Sweetheart

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“‘Qoljak’?” Crosshair asked. “That’s where you’re from?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if even Tech didn’t know it existed. It was gone before you guys were even made,” Jaine shrugged sadly.

“How did you escape?”

“It’s fuzzy, it was so many years ago and I think my brain’s blocked a lot out.”

Crosshair sat in silence, taking it all in and watching as Jaine chucked a small rock into the pond. As far as he could tell, she didn’t trust anyone with this- her non-answer to his last question being evidence enough. Would it violate that surprising trust to tell his brothers? Would she hate him if he did? Did they even really need to know?

“Are you…going to tell the others?” he asked slowly, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I don’t know, I’m still pissed at them,” she huffed. “Maybe I’ll tell everyone except for Tech.”

Despite the bitterness of her expression, Crosshair laughed. “That’ll piss him off so bad.”

Jaine, having never really seen this side of Crosshair, grinned just a little even though she was still upset. “Gods, can you even imagine Wrecker trying to keep a secret?”

“He’s terrible at it,” Crosshair agreed.

The pair fell back into silence, less awkwardly now. Jaine threw a few more rocks at the pond, watching the ripples coming from each collision.

“Do you think I should tell them?” she asked quietly.

Crosshair seemed to consider this for a moment, pausing to throw his own rock, sinking it into the direct middle of the pond. “Eh, fuck ‘em. You tell them if you want to.”

Jaine’s shoulders released a tension she didn’t know they’d been holding. She swore she could feel the mood shift, but she must be tired. Still, slowly laid her head against his pauldron, eyes fluttering closed. “Thanks, Cross,” she whispered.

Internally, Crosshair was in full panic mode. She was laying on his shoulder. She trusts him with one of her secrets and to rest against him. He swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Could she hear it? Get your shit together, he scolded himself. What’s wrong with you?

Crosshair didn’t move, listening intently to her breathing becoming steadier and steadier until he was certain she’d fallen asleep.

The sun was going down. It was soon going to be dark and the air would chill. They should head back to the Marauder.

“Jaine?” he whispered, tapping her leg lightly. She made no response, physical nor verbal, so he shifted ever so slightly where he sat. Still nothing.

“C’mon, cyar’ika, we need to get back,” he mumbled. When she still didn’t respond, he heaved a sigh, slipping one arm around her back and one behind her knees, moving to stand up.

He carried her through the forest she’s torn through before, careful not to jostle her too much or make too much noise.

Hunter heard Crosshair coming, nervousness still not at ease, he nearly sprinted to the door of the ship, scanning the tree line for his brother.

It was so quiet, even to Hunter, that he almost missed it, but as Crosshair’s form broke from the trees, he gave a small shushing sound. Hunter’s pulse started to race as he saw his brother carrying Jaine’s limp form in his arms.

He raced to his brother’s side, where he was simply shushed again. Crosshair seemed to be in no hurry as he brought Jaine aboard, carrying her into the tiny medbay where her small cot had been set up in the corner. He placed her gently into the bedding, pulling the blanket over her, before turning back to see the rest of the batch waiting for him at the door.

“What happened?” Hunter asked, calmly, taking a seat at the small table in the galley.

“Nothing,” Crosshair shrugged.

“Did Jaine tell you her planet of origin?” Tech piped up.

Crosshair didn’t respond, opting to instead place a toothpick between his jaws.

“Crosshair?” Tech prompted.

“Why do you care so much?”

Tech flustered a little. “If she has been withholding vital information about her identity, she could be hiding much more.”

“How many times has she saved your ass in the field?” Crosshair retorted, pointing his toothpick for emphasis.

“I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

“You’re telling me that she hasn’t proved herself enough to you to earn the benefit of the doubt? Not to any of you?” Crosshair looked around the group. He was growing more and more irritated, but refused to raise his voice, worried he would wake Jaine.

The batch exchanged a few guilty looks with each other.

“What if she’s from a separatist planet?” Wrecker asked, looking like a kicked tooka.

Crosshair’s heart was hammering and he could feel the heat rising up his neck. He knew Hunter could tell, but he didn’t care. Why were they attacking her? Why couldn’t they understand?

“Crosshair,” Hunter started, his brow furrowed in conflict. “If you know something-”

“I know you all are forgetting how many times in only two months she’s saved our asses, I know you’re all paranoid, and I know that I trust her,” Crosshair spat, turning on his heel to walk back to the medbay.

“Cross,” Hunter called after him, receiving only a rude hand sign thrown over his brother’s shoulder.

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Jaine felt groggy. A small feeling- an instinct- prickled at the back of her mind. She jolted up in her bed, quickly scanning the dark room.

“Relax,” Crosshair spoke from his chair at the desk.

“Crosshair?” she hummed.

“Who else would it be?” Crosshair snarked and Jaine could practically hear his smirk.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes and turning on the small lamp near her bunk.

“You…asked me to stay,” he frowned, squinting at the sudden change of light. “When I came to check on you?”

Jaine searched her brain. She had run off, Crosshair came and found her and then she- oh, gods.

Jaine felt her face become bright red, cursing herself for turning on the light.

“Tell me more about your home,” Crosshair blurted out, surprising both of them. He coughed a little, looking intently anywhere but her. “If you want, you don’t have to, but I want to know more…about you.”

Jaine watched on as the typically stoic sniper’s face fell red, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Oh, um, what do you want to know?” she inquired. “I was just a kid when it fell.”

“Right, sorry, you don’t have to- I mean, I’ll just-” Crosshair stammered, jumping up from his seat, and making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Jaine.”

“Goodnight,” Jaine replied after he had left the room.

Tech paced anxiously outside of the medbay. The others had long since gone to bed,and he had tried, but he simply couldn’t sleep.

Crosshair trusted her. Crosshair, his most standoffish brother, the one who was the most skeptical about everything, trusted her.

Unlikely as he might have felt it was, Tech felt he may have misjudged her character. He felt like a fool. Crosshair was right, Jaine had given no reason for his mistrust, even going beyond that he could see now that she obviously cared deeply for all of them. He slowly came to the realization that he felt like a fool because he was a fool.

It was difficult for him to admit that someone else was correct or that he didn’t know something, and to be fair, it wasn’t a problem that occurred often, yet here he was, pacing outside of her door, searching for a way to confess that he had acted out of paranoia and fear and that, while he had given her no reason to, he hoped she could forgive him.

He was deeply lost in thought, so much so that when Jaine’s door slid open, it startled him.

“Tech? What are you doing up at this hour?” she asked sleepily. “Are you okay?”

Against his will, Tech’s eyes raked over her form. Dressed in a short pair of sleep shorts and one of Wrecker’s torn black tops, her hair was mussed just a little, and not pulled up in the small tuft it usually was. She blinked at him, eyebrows drawn in concern, and Tech realized he had been just staring at her for several moments, fascinated with her beauty in the late hours of the night.

“Tech?” she asked again, stepping closer to him. “You don’t look well; why don’t you come in and let me have a look at you?”

Tech blinked at her as though she were speaking a language he didn’t understand, but slowly nodded.

“Here, have a seat,” she said, pulling him by the arm towards the exam table.

He watched as she worked silently in the dim lamp light of the medbay.

She came over with a scanner, quickly reading his vital signs. She hummed a little at the results before returning the scanner to its place in a drawer.

“Pulse is a little high,” she informed him. “Did you get into the caf to stay up working again? When was the last time you got any sleep?”

Tech’s brows pulled together, his brain working frustratingly slow. Caf? No, he hadn’t had any today. Or since the last time she looked him over- when she’d asked him to cut down on his usual 5 cups and get some actual rest.

He shook his head a little, still not finding the ability to speak. He was worried that if he did, everything could come spilling out. The admission that he was wrong was something that made him feel quite vulnerable, and he was worried what else could come out of his mouth without his permission.

She smiled a little at the man before her, trying not to show her confusion over his lack of speech, but went to work, taking down her mortar and pestle as well as several ingredients from the cabinets. She could hear his heel tapping lightly against the floor as his knee bounced behind her.

“This is dried valerian root,” she explained softly. “I’m going to mix it together with passion flower and chamomile leaves to make you some tea to help you sleep.”

He watched her adding ingredients, grinding them together, smelling the mixture to add more as needed. She hummed a similar tune to the one she had when she had calmed Hunter’s migraine. He found this to be somewhat entrancing. The way her voice lilted softly and the way her body moved so comfortably, so fluidly, as she worked in the middle of the night, just to help him. She was doing this in spite of how he had treated her.

Jaine poured the tea mixture into a small electric kettle, filling it with water and turning it on.

“You seem tense,” she breathed, leaning against the counter as she waited for the tea to brew. She watched him carefully as his eyes shot up to her face from the floor.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat ever so slightly.

Her head tilted a little as a small smile played at her lips. “You seemed like you were trying to ask for my help, so I’m providing it.”

He sat there for a long time, taking in the simplicity of her answer as she poured the tea into a mug, stirring in a small amount of honey.

“I think I know what’s going on in that brain of yours,” she said, handing him the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Tech accepted the tea with a nod, blowing softly over the top of it.

“It’s okay,” she began, sitting next to him. “I don't blame you for not trusting me. With the war, it’s hard to trust new people. I get the same way. I only trusted you all so easily because Cody and Rex recommended this squad so highly.”

Tech sipped at the tea, enjoying the sweet woodsy-floral taste as his mind wandered back to the day before they had met Jaine. Cody’s cool demeanor and barely veiled threats about treating her well. He’d done a great job of that.

“And my childhood- well, let’s just say I have some problems when it comes to trusting people I don’t know,” she smiled lightly.

He nodded a little, he could feel the effects of the tea started to calm his ever-fraying nerves and relax his busy mind.

“I’m sorry I got so upset,” she said, the corners of her mouth pulling downward. “I feel so close to all of you that to walk into a conversation that was about myself, it threw me off. Talking with Crosshair helped, but I was mostly just worried that I’d upset you by not answering your questions.”

She looked back up at him, placing a light hand on his knee. “You gave me the opportunity to talk to you and I dismissed it out of hand. That was horrible of me, and I promise that going forward, I’ll make an effort to communicate more effectively with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The question broke free from his slowly relaxing mind and flew out of his mouth. Jaine’s eyes were wide as she scanned his face.

“Ap-apologies,” Tech stammered, nearly jumping up from his seat and away from her. “I believe the concoction you’ve given me has lowered my typical level of brain activity, causing me to say something inappropriate.”

“Tech, it’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance with my restlessness. I will take my leave. Good evening, Lieutenant,” Tech spoke rapidly, turning sharply on his heel and making his way from the medbay, cursing himself the whole way to his bunk.

Jaine was left to sit there, staring at the door through which he’d left so abruptly, jaw opening and closing slightly as though she were going to speak, though nothing came.

She drank the remaining tea and fell into a deep slumber.

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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