I have genuinely never thought about any of the marauders sexuality except for James..and I’ve barely even thought about James’ sexuality I’ve always just been like “that man is a lover and he will love anyone” and then i remember that people say regulily is a lesbian and a gay man.I don’t even think about labeling them or anything like that i just think “awww they would be so cute together lemme go obsessively look on Pinterest for fanart of it for the night” and that’s it.I ship literally everything??😭
(pains of being a multi shipper😔)
Like boom i saw smth abt Lilyrosekiller and I LOVE IT!! idk why people hate on other ships unless it’s like pedophilia or incest.Whenever i see a new one i just add to the collection and I’ll post about it or just think about cute little head cannons (i like fluff sue me) and Ik i mainly post about starchaser/jegulus and wolfstar cause IDK HOW TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS ABOUT THESE WONDERFUL OVER SHIPS like omg I’m hooked on Dorcas and emmaline there so cute
((Edit)) AND IDK WHY PEOPLE HAVE THE NEED TO BASH OTHERS FOR THOSE WEIRD GROSS SHIPS LIKE IK THERE DISGUSTING BUT MAYBE THAT PERSON HASNT GONE INTO THE LORE AND THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE CUTE TOGETHER AND ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS EDUCATE THEM??BUT LIKE IF THEY CONSTANTLY POST,WRITE, DRAW,PAINT, PRETTY MUCH MAKE CONTENT ABOUT IT THEN THATS NOT OK AND ITS COOL TO HATE👍
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fic snippet: as you wish
Now here was a true, proper rogue.
Leather, yes, a black doublet with faded bits of gold, straining a bit against broad shoulders, pants that clung sinfully to a pair of handsome legs. He was, of course, armed to the teeth - a sword, a pair of daggers, possibly more hidden about his person.
White teeth gleamed in a charming grin. The rogue bows with a graceful flourish. "Give you good morrow, my sweet lord."
Dream of the Endless knows perfectly well how to respond to such impudence. Such audacity. It is very easy to slip on his most imperious airs, to remind everyone present that he is a prince, sovereign of his own kingdom. "Sweet? I know who you are, foul villain."
A gloved hand is pressed artfully to his chest. "I? How could I ever offend one so fair as you?"
"Tangina. Here we fuckin' go again."
"I blame you for this entirely, Rose Walker."
"Me? I didn't do anything!"
"One of them's your uncle, right?"
"Unfortunately, yes. And I have their braincell at the moment."
"Caw!"
"You got your phone out?"
"Hell yeah, I ain't missing a single blessed thing!"
Dream ignores the peanut gallery composed of his niece, his nephew, his Raven and the history and literature students he and his husband taught. He fully commits himself to the spirit of the role. "You are the Dread Pirate Roberts and you have murdered my true love. I demand satisfaction, sir."
The Dread Pirate Roberts shakes his head. "A dreadful misunderstanding I'm sure. I have killed ever so many 'true loves' I tend to lose track of the buggers." He sighs, even as his hand closes carefully around the hilt of his sword. "Pity. Their sweethearts tended to be faithless creatures, not worth a single tear."
"You dare."
The Dread Pirate Roberts, scourge of the seven seas, master swordsman, barely got his sword up in time against the fair Prince of Stories, wrathful and vengeance driven. Swords clashed and gleamed in the sunlight. Daggers were drawn. They were locked in a deadly, intricate dance, giving no quarter...
The Pirate and the Prince do not kill each other at this time.
"Since when did your Uncle Dream kick so much ass in a freakin' swordfight? I thought he just did the sand thing!"
"Of course Uncle Dream knows how to do more than just the sand thing! He's the Sandman!"
"We know, Jeddie - we just didn't know he was a Jedi, too!"
Everyone's favorite history and literature professors were, incidentally, having too much fun to pay attention to the peanut gallery, coming up with the most ridiculous overblown dramatic lines, barely keeping straight faces. But they did manage, such was their commitment to their chosen roles.
Nobody wanted to admit they sniffled at "Prince Buttercup's" anguished, heartfelt description of his lost love, the simple farmboy Hob.
"Do not mock my grief! I died that day. And now, I shall take you with me!"
Which of course led to this revelation:
"As...you...wish."
Obviously, this sword fight ended with the unmasking of the Dread Pirate Roberts as the Prince's long-lost love. And of course, the performance was capped off with a kiss that didn't really require any acting whatsoever.
It was said that there were five kisses that had been rated the most passionate and the most pure. This one in particular was filled with laughter and love and sunshine.
It was kiss number nine. The tenth one would be along in a very short while and there were endless ones behind it.
Incidentally, the ensuing video capturing all the romantic ridiculousness triggered yet another kilig apocalypse. All in a day's work for everyone's favorite cryptid pair.
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** runs **
Here's the inspiration for the Dread Pirate Hob:
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