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Wolfstar and different situations that would occur if they had raised Bambi
. he would know so many curse words, curtesy of Sirius
. he would like having his hair length in between Padfoot and Moony's
. he would love reading, and Moony would start teaching him from a young
. the amount of jinxes and hexes he would know before starting Hogwarts would be so impressive (James would be proud)
. when Harry eventually gets older he would find out about Remus' condition and would always try to help and look after him he night before the full moon and after
. Padfoot and Moony would not raise Bambi the way that they were
. Wolfstar would make amazing fathers
I've Fallen For You
“Evans, did you come to wish me luck?” James teased good-naturedly. There was only good-natured humor and genuine friendship in his voice. Mary wanted to hex him anyway.
"Sorry, Potter," Lily retorted, breezing past him and straight to Mary. "My heart's already taken."
And Mary had no doubt that Lily really meant it, just not in the same way Mary did. Not when Mary wanted to warm Lily's frozen skin with kisses, to lose herself in Lily's lavender shampoo for hours.
"I can't compete with that," James replied with a wink, ushering the rest of his team outside. "Try not to make my star chaser late, Lils."
"I thought I was your star chaser!" Marlene protested, not before sending Mary an amused and very pointed look. Mary should never have said anything to her, fucking best friend and fucking Sirius Black with his fancy firewhiskey.
Mary didn't bother to listen to James's answer, because Lily approached her with a small smile. A smile Lily reserved only for Mary, as if Mary were the most precious thing in the world.
“Hi,” Lily whispered into the silence of the locker room. If Mary thought she'd shut out the outside world before, she was sorely mistaken. There was only Lily left — Lily and the star-shaped scar behind her ear, Lily and the ring on her index finger she shared with Mary, Lily and the warmth of her breath against Mary’s lips. Lily, Lily, Lily. “How are you feeling?”
Mary felt as if there was no more air in the room, but she managed to answer in a low voice, like a secret between them. “Perfect now that you're here.”
“I have something for you, beautiful,” Pandora said and Lily could hear the smile in her voice.
Lily straightened up and Pandora placed a flower crown on her head with a small, proud smile. Pandora's hands and Lily's flowers, the product of both their creations. Beautiful and fragile. It was Lily who had taught her how to do them when they were still friends, or pretending there wasn't something more between them.
“Pour la plus belle des fleurs,” Pandora complimented. Or at least Lily thought she did. She had no idea what Pandora had said but she loved it when she spoke French.
Grabbing the small mirror she had "borrowed" from Marlene from her jacket pocket, Lily observed the flowers in her hair. Pandora had chosen flowers that complimented the color of her hair — hyacinths, agapanthus, fuchsias and lilac.
Lily liked what she saw in her reflection, her long red hair that framed her face, her long flowing blue skirt, the flowers that made her green eyes stand out. She looked feminine, she looked like… herself . She couldn't contain her smile of euphoria.
“I love it,” Lily said softly, touching an agapanthus with her fingertips. “Thanks Panda.”
She leaned down to kiss Pandora, her hand burying itself in Pandora's hair. She could have drowned in the softness of her skin forever. Lily smiled against Pandora's lips, an idea crossing her mind.
“You need a crown too.”
and when he runs away to stay with the potters he gets 1) the world’s absolute worst sunburn that leaves him bedridden for a week and 2) the world’s absolute best tan that leaves [remus/james/mary/whoever you ship him with]’s jaw falling through the floor
Sirius is only so pale because he was never let outside.
The Sun is a Blue Moon (Part 2)
A/N: here’s part two of the sun is a blue moon! I wrote this once and hated it about 3k in so I scrapped it and started over and I’m waaaay happier with how it came out than what I originally had planned. Oh and it ended up all being from Peters third person view somehow??? yeah idk. I hope y’all like it <3
Summary: “Only the gentle are ever really strong.” - James Dean
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: violence, blood, injuries, fighting, battle, anxiety, panic, fearing the death of a loved one, gried, sadness, death
Playlist: End of the World by Nightriots
Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe, FINNEAS
As the World Caves in by Sarah Cothran
read part one here
Peter looked back to his notes, checking to make sure his measurements were correct before adding the white cap into the potion, the bubbling encouraging him further. He observed the reaction before picking up his pen and jotting down what he saw on the marked up page, his pinkie smudging the still drying inscriptions on the line above. He adjusted his glasses before continuing on with his work, his mind wandering to y/n who was currently in care of magical creatures while he was in his free period, working on his own potions. His eyes flashed down to the small daffodil colored yarn bracelet that was woven in with white yarn that she had made for him. Everyone in their group had gotten one that she made them in their house color except him. He was special and got her house color. Her glowing face filled his mind and he couldn’t help but smile a little.
Peter Parker was in love.
He had been in love with y/n since early December when the snow was just starting to really stick to the ground and everyone wore their thickest robes. He didn’t know when it happened- there wasn’t some defining moment that pushed him off the proverbial cliff, but he realized it when they were laying together in his bed. Y/N had snuck into the Ravenclaw common room which took quite the effort on her part, having not only managed to sneak from one end of the castle to the other since the Hufflepuff dorms and Ravenclaw tower were on opposite ends of the castle, but she had also spent quite some time trying to guess the riddle that would allow her into Ravenclaw. She wasn’t good at riddles but she’d taken her time and got lucky. Peter hadn’t known she was coming and when he was woken by a small poke on his bare shoulder, he’d woken and had to blink a couple times, making sure it was girlfriend looking down at him.
“How did you get in here?” He was bewildered and looking behind him to make sure that his roommate was still asleep and sure enough he, being the heavy sleeper he was, was still out cold.
“I guessed the riddle.” She whispered with a shrug like that was all she needed to explain.
His hand ran across his one eye. He took her in, looking for a visible explanation as to why she had taken such a huge risk to get there. He was now more awake and realized her eyes were irritated and her cheeks duller and stripped of its natural oils, suggesting she had either recently washed her face or been crying. He went with the latter once he took in her locket that was twisted around and the clasp close to the locket itself. It looked like her fingers hadn’t been able to let go of it all night. The first time he had seen her have an anxiety attack, her small first had been gripping the locket like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth. He always knew the days her anxiety was bad with just a look at the chain around her neck.
Instantly becoming more alert, he sat up, large hand framing her face while his other found her hand. “What happened?”
Swallowing, she sucked on her bottom lip and he saw tears start to rise in her eyes. “You know that bird's nest that’s right outside the window of the common room?”
He thought back to the birds nest saga he had been getting daily updated on for the last week. The entire house of Hufflepuff was enamored by the mother dove that had built a nest in the crook of one of the outside windows in the Hufflepuff common room. Two days ago she had laid four eggs, all varying shades of blue with brown spots of them.
“Yeah.” He nodded.
Her chin quivered and more tears rapidly flooded her eyes. “One of the eggs fell out of the nest earlier tonight.”
His heart dropped in his chest. “Oh, sweetheart.”
She collapsed into him and his arms enveloped her and wrapped around her tightly, pulling her further into his warm bed and throwing the blanket over her as well. She cried softly into his chest, tears hitting his bare skin as he smoothed down the back of her hair, leaving small kisses on her forehead.
“She was so sad.” She cried softly. “She just kept looking for it in the nest.”
It was sad to hear but he didn’t quite feel it as deeply as he knew y/n did. Hufflepuffs were natural empaths and felt things deeply, y/n maybe more so than the average Hufflepuff. He knew that her heart was aching and she was feeling everything the mother bird was feeling.
Her crying stopped after a few minutes but they didn’t barely move after.
“I’m going to go and see if I can find the egg in the morning. I already looked for it but it’s too dark.”
He loathed the idea of her wandering the grounds at night by herself but knew why she did what she did and that at that point it didn’t matter nor was it the time to say something about it, even if the idea of it did scare the shit out of him. There were dangerous things outside of Hogwarts at night.
“I’ll go with you. We can give it a little funeral if we have to.”
She nodded, face somber. “Please.”
The gentle silence filled the space around them and Peter put a kiss on the tip of her red nose, rubbing her back to soothe her. Having her in his bed made him feel at ease in a way he didn’t know he needed. He was going to have a difficult time not having her beside him at night now that he knew what it was like. Maybe y/n could give him some pointers on how to get into Hufflepuff.
“I like this.” She confessed, her voice nearly undetectable, eyes trusting and allowing him to see right into her. He was the only person on the planet she dropped her guard in front of. A brick wall of anxiety and self consciousness had been impenetrable to everyone except for him. He had been able to find a secret door in that brick wall.
“Me too.” He whispered back.
“Oh.” She inhaled. “I found that book on unicorns you were looking for.”
His ears perked up. “Yeah?”
“Someone misplaced it. Found it in the Wizarding War section. I checked it out for you.”
He stared at her, his thumb pulling gently at her smooth bottom lip. “What would I do without you?”
“Be without a citation.” She snarked with a small smile. “Always have ink on your face. Get into way more fights.” She listed.
He smirked at the mention of a fight.
Two weeks prior to that he had punched a Slytherin in the face for calling y/n a mudblood. He was one of those pure blood elitists and didn’t realize that Peter had been within earshot when he said it. “I don’t know how Parker dates a mudblood” he had sneered in disgust. Peter had felt anger before. He’d even say he has felt rage before. It may not have been a very common occurrence but he was not unfamiliar with being so angry he felt red hot rage, but he had never before felt white hot rage until the moment the word mudblood fell from the Slytherin boy's tongue. It filled his body starting at his chest and going into his hands, making them pulse and his vision go hazy. He had walked up to the boy and decked him right in the face- right there in the waiting to begin classroom. It had gotten him in serious trouble but he didn’t care. He had accepted and knew those consequences would come the second the Slytherin hit the floor. He wasn’t going to let anyone mouth off about his girl, let alone in front of him and especially not when they called her a mudblood.
She had balked when he told her why his right hand was swollen and with a small break in the skin at the knuckle on his middle finger. After making him promise he wouldn’t go around punching anyone else- yes even if they did call her a mudblood, she had eagerly pushed him against the wall of the vacant hallway, taking him beyond surprise, and kissed him until he was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. If someone had asked him then for a potions equation he had already mastered he wouldn’t have been able to give them a single number.
“See the thing about that is that after that fight you kissed me and it’s a kiss I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” Her ears went red and he could only chuckle at this. “I still can’t believe me throwing a punch did it for you.”
“It wasn’t because you punched someone.” She argued, eyes down on his lips. “It’s because you punched someone for me. You defended me and I don’t know…it’s really, really hot.”
“And you want me to not punch someone else for you when you tell me how hot you think it is?” He challenged, an eyebrow raised.
“Just shut up and kiss me, Pete.”
“I can do that.” He chortled, closing the gap between them and kissing her, her cold hands pressing against his chest and sending chills down his spine.
They made out in Peter’s bed for a while, the most scandalous part of it when she let him slip his hand up her shirt and cop a feel. They hadn’t gone very far when it came to intimacy, both nervous and unsure about what they were doing. Peter didn’t want to make y/n uncomfortable or feel pressured and y/n was afraid to do something wrong or be bad at it. What they both knew was that when they were ready, they wanted their first time to be with each other.
They both knew she couldn’t stay the entire night even though neither wanted her to go.
“I’ll walk you back.”
“So you can be in even more trouble if you get caught?”
He shook his head. “I don’t care. I don’t want you walking to the other side of the castle by yourself.”
“You act like I’m going to run into you know who.”
“Don’t even joke about that.” He glared. “This isn’t up for debate.”
She sighed but didn’t argue further, though neither made any effort to move. He flittered with the idea of just staying there until the hour before sunrise and then walking her back. They could be together for a few more hours and bask in the feeling of being in a bed together. It was something he didn’t know how badly he wanted it until he had it. Having her in his arms with a thick blanket over them, their body heat mingling together and their breath mixing in the small space between them was intoxicating. He never wanted it to end. It was like nothing else existed in the world except for them in the bed. There wasn’t charms homework to stress about or people to call y/n names that made him want to punch them or curious eyes watching them. It was just them.
As he stared at her, the realization came to him sort of like a song in the background getting louder and louder until eventually he took notice of him. He realized he was in love with her. It was a lot like putting change in a vending machine; eventually you’d have enough to get what you wanted. All the pennies and nickels and dimes had added up and he was in love with y/n.
He told her when he had walked her back to Hufflepuff and she had looked at him with those big eyes that made him melt into a puddle of mush and said it back, making him wonder if it was possible to die from being in love. Peter had all but floated back to Ravenclaw, a giant smile on his face and, for the first time, holding someone’s heart in his chest instead of his own. No, his own heart was with y/n and he had hers.
The over-bubble of his potion pulled him back to the present and he shook his head, trying to salvage his work that he had been distracted from. She wasn’t even in the room and she was distracting him. She was like a mind sickness that consumed him and kept him awake at night wondering if she was thinking of him like he was her and distracted him from his potions and spells. A girl made of sunshine had put a spell on him and he never wanted it to go away.
Class ended and he slung his robe over his arm and headed for the great hall, searching for y/n as he made his way to the table, Win and Gwen already there. He sat beside them and greeted them, neck craning around the flocks of students to look for his girl who was usually already at the table.
Just as he was about to ask Gwen and Win if they had seen y/n, he felt someone sit right beside him and knew who it was.
“Hey.” She greeted everyone, voice chipper and eyes bright.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He grinned, kissing her cheek and lacing their hands together.
“Y/N, please tell me you can teach me how to do that braid.” Win gushed, eyes running up and down y/n’s hair.
Today y/n had braided her hair in a french braid, strands falling at her temples. She hadn’t done it in years but woke up feeling like it was going to be a good day so she did the braid and loved the way it looked. Peter had complimented it as they walked to her first class and she was sure she was going to do it everyday for the rest of the year.
“Oh, for sure!” She nodded. “It’s easy.”
Win squealed just as Harry was sitting down, making him wince at the high pitched noise. “We could have a girls night! I’ll sneak you guys into Gryffindor and we can do our nails and stuff.”
They all agreed and as they talked, the rest of their ground made their way to the table. Peter noticed the small chill that ran through y/n and draped his robe around her shoulders. She always got cold in the great hall and he put his robe on her during meals. She gave him a grateful smile, tugging it closer and putting her attention back on Flash who was telling some story from their second year.
It was in Peter’s last class of that day that the loud rumble shook the entire castle like an earthquake. Everyone had gone silent and perked up, unsure of what was going on. Snape bolted to the doors only for Flitwick to burst them open, startling everyone further.
“The school is under attack! Dumbledore wants all the children to be sent back to their dorms!”
Snape rushed out while the students followed, all heading in different directions in pure panic and lack of real guidance from adults.
Peter didn’t go to the Ravenclaw tower like the rest of the students in the blue ties. No, he headed for Hufflepuff. He had no idea where y/n was but he wasn’t going to be away from her when Hogwarts was under attack from who knows what. So many bad things could happen. Peter didn’t even want to think about what could happen. All he knew was that he had to get to her and he would do it no matter what. She just had to stay safe until he got there and then he would protect her. He knew how she felt about using magic to harm others but he didn’t know if that applied to those trying to harm her. Would she still raise her wand? He didn’t know. He couldn’t picture her raising her wand with intent to harm- it just wasn’t something he could see her doing. She saw the good in people and was someone who could talk anyone down from anything with just one look.
“I’m coming, y/n.” He breathed as he ran down the stairs, students fleeing past him and screams filling the air. It felt like he was in a nightmare or a horror movie that took place right in Hogwarts.
As he turned the corner after reaching the last step, he was horrified to see the main floor was in shambles. The east wall had been taken out completely, crushed brick and marble everywhere as death eaters flooded inside, fighting with professors and students, spells being cast from wands left and right.
He saw a terrified first year struggling to hold their own against an enemy and knew that he had to help. He couldn’t just let them struggle. That’s not who he was. Aunt May had been so sure that he would be sorted into Gryffindor because of his lion's heart.
Wherever y/n was, he begged that she was safe for now.
His wand out and ready, he threw an attack at the death eater that was challenging the young student. Peter battled strongly, surprised at the sheer force of his magic and the way his spells came out more powerful than the rest of the students around him. He didn’t know if it was because of how advanced he was or because of the pure adrenaline bolting through his veins or because of how he felt the need to protect every single person who couldn’t protect themselves. He’d always stood up for people before but this made him feel like he was personally responsible for the well-being of everyone. Like he was some kind of superhero.
As he was battling alongside other sixth and seventh years as well as Hogwarts faculty, he was looking for a yellow tie and the shine of his girlfriend’s hair that he would know anywhere, even in the fight of his life. Every flash of yellow had him whipping his head in that direction, this proved near deadly a couple times, and every time it wasn’t her he felt his panic rise. It was like the music in the build up of a movie scene when the bad guy is just around the corner and the main character has no idea they’re there with an axe. With a clenched jaw and tight shoulders, he relentlessly fought his way toward the kitchens, looking for y/n as he went and trying to keep his mind together. He felt like he was being pulled in two different directions; his heart and his morals. He felt obligated to help everyone who needed it and not let anyone go without aid. It was who he was and who his Uncle Ben and Aunt May raised him to be; a good man who stopped when someone needed help. But his heart…his heart was begging with him- pleading with him to forget everyone else and find the one person that made it beat inside his chest. His heart was trying to pull him in its desired direction, his chest feeling like it was being tugged at.
At what felt like the end of the world, Peter was trying to find her. He was trudging through war and death, fighting like hell to try and get to her; to try and find her. He would fight for a hundred hours, cast a thousand spells, and travel a million miles to find her. She just needed to stay breathing until he got there.
It was when he was just around the corner from the kitchens, so close to Hufflepuff his morals were starting to lose the battle to his heart, that he saw it. He’d have missed it if it hadn’t been for the light reflecting off it from someone's cast spell.
On the floor was y/n’s heart shaped locket.
Cold dread filled Peter and he could feel himself go pale. His stomach fell to his feet and his heart, the heart that had been shaking him by his shoulders and screaming at him since the damn battle had started, felt like a metal vice was squeezing on it.
She never took that golden chain off, often falling asleep with it on and only removing it to shower. It was her most important possession and something that kept her grounded and stable. She would toy with it when she was anxious, fingernail breaking open the clasp only for her to snap it right shut. The sound of it opening and closing was something that Peter had gotten used to but didn’t hear it as much as he did when they had first started dating.
The worst case scenario ran through his head and he briefly wondered who he had helped along the way that cost him y/n. Who did he trade her for? Of the dozen or so people he had helped on his way across the castle, who had been the one that he saved while the light faded from his sunshine? He would have been able to protect her and save her but he sacrificed her for someone else.
He rushed over to it, bumping into someone but paying no attention to them as he leaned down to scrape it up. The once pristine gold now had dents and nicks, the luster dimmed, and the clasp broken. Something he hadn’t seen before was the dried blood on the chain. It nearly made him drop to his knees, his body feeling as heavy as the necklace that was in his hand.
Realistically, he knew that just because she lost her necklace didn’t mean she was dead and he was desperately trying to cling to that. But something had happened to her that made her lose her locket and something had prevented her from retrieving it. The blood on the chain had to be from her. There wasn’t blood on the floor where the locket had been meaning the blood had to have already been on it when it fell off of her. If she wasn’t…dead then she was at the very least injured and that was enough to have him seething. Even if he found her alive he would still be out for blood, determined to make them spill ten times the amount of blood that they had made y/n spill. He was going to seek justice- no, revenge on everyone that had sent their wand her way.
Then Peter turned, ready to do just that, and the air was stolen from his lungs.
Coming out of the Hufflepuff corridor with others behind her was y/n.
And she was magnificent.
Her hair bounced from the force of the cast of her wand and she seemed to glow gold from the light of the sun coming through the nearby window as she fought without any trace of fear, body moving with expertise and without hesitance as if Athena herself lived within her. There was a deep cut across her collarbone that was revealed by the lack of tie and partially unbuttoned linen button up and a scrape above her eyebrow. Her left sleeve was rolled up haphazardly, like she had rolled them both up seconds before her fight began but one had fallen from combat. She was a warrior and a goddess and his y/n all at the same time. And she was alive.
Seeing her alive actually did bring him to his knees, his heart having gone through too much throughout the day to support him through another whirlwind of emotion that hit him like a train. She was alive and breathing and she was arguably holding her own. It made his shoulders sag back, weak at seeing her become a goddess. He had been picturing her hiding in a closet the entire time like a small puppy; scared and wishing for him to come. Instead she was fighting back with a strength he didn’t know she had in her. She held her wand with the most confidence he had ever seen her possess, her spells stronger than his had been. She spoke clearly and boldly with no tremor or trace of anxiety in her tone. She was leading the charge in her house. How he had underestimated her placement as a Hufflepuff, a people known to be unafraid of toil. How he had underestimated her.
Peter felt like he was watching her in slow motion and then she was looking in his direction, doing a double take at seeing him there. She sent out a forceful spell at her foe before rushing over to him and dropping down in front of him, hands cupping face and lips moving. She looked concerned, eyebrows knitted together and eyes clouded with worry. It was then that he realized she was talking to him, asking him if he was okay.
“You’re alive.” He gasped before crushing her against his chest, hands gripping her back tight and never wanting to let go. “God, I was so fuckin’ scared.”
“I know.” She breathed, fingers threading through his locks at the back of his head. “I was too. I wanted to try and find you but…”
“I know.”
Their reunion was cut short by a deatheater seeing their vulnerability and raising his wand toward them. Peter’s eyes went wide, thinking of their position. Y/N’s body was directly in front of his. She would take the hit if he didn’t make a drastic move.
But his girl- his sweet, beautiful, kind, gentle Hufflepuff surprised him again. She jumped up, her arm raised. “Expelliarmus!” She lashed and Peter watched as the enemy was disarmed. She took it a step further and cast a sectumsempra spell, harming him and causing him to turn and run. It would have been comical to see someone running away from y/n in fear if he hadn’t been so stunned and full of awe and maybe even a little turned on by the tenacity she was exuding.
Once Peter got over his shock, he was up and fighting alongside her, having her back and her having his. They defended the part of the school they could before finally it was over and what surviving enemies that still lingered realized they were losing and surrendered or escaped.
The battle-worn students and school faculty were gathered in the great hall where wounded were being taken care of and loved ones reunited. It was a sea of tears, both of relief and grief. They met up with their friends who were all well and victorious, happy to see the couple together and just as victorious. Hugs went around as well as a few tears from Win who had been worried about the two more than anyone.
Peter and y/n walked holding hands, both physically beaten but feeling alive as ever. Y/N leaned into his side as they sat on the rows of opened up bleachers. He couldn’t stop looking at her, seeing that moment when she had emerged from the hallway bathed in golden sunlight and war over and over again in his head. He saw her in a different light. He had always known she was the sun of life; keeping him warm and putting the kick in his step. But he didn’t realize until then just how rare she was now that he was seeing the other side of the sun that didn’t usually face him. She was the all smiles, spoke to everyone like they mattered more than the world, made friendship bracelets for people, purposely picked out the ugliest looking cookie on the tray just so it would get picked kind of soul. But she was also the defend her house to the death, cast out sectumsempra spells, lead the charge of the battle kind of soul. Those kinds of people who were those two sides of the same coin were rare. Once in a blue moon kind of rare. His sun was a blue moon and the irony was not lost on him.
“What?” She asked, eyeing the way he was looking at her.
“The entire time I was trying to get to you. You know, I was convinced that you were hiding in a closet somewhere? Then I get there and you’re…you’re not just fighting but you’re leading it. I had no idea you had that in you.” He mused, eyes dancing with pride.
She beamed. “I didn’t either. It just kind of happened. I didn’t even think, I guess. They tried to get in and I just started fighting.”
The memory of her locket hit him and he fished it out from his pocket. “I found this on the floor. I thought something bad happened to you when I saw it there. Had me worried for a second.” That was an understatement. But she didn’t need to know about the true heartbreak he had felt for the thirty seconds he thought the sun had set permanently.
Her face fell into relief at seeing her locket in his open palm. “Oh my god. I thought it was gone forever. Some tried to put a levicorpus spell on me but it got my necklace instead. I tried to find it but there was so much going on.”
Brushing her hair to the side, Peter wrapped the necklace around her neck and clasped it on, letting it rest on her chest where it belonged.
My Interests!
Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m in/was into! (WARNING: Very long post ahead! If you want to see what fandoms I’m w/o the reading, just look at the tags!)
EDIT: NEVERMIND, THE TAG LIMIT FOILED ME /GEN /LH I am SO sorry, but the last few fandoms got cut out from the tag list! You’ll have to scroll down to the bottom to see them-
Crowned: These fandoms are VERY near and dear to my heart- and I’m ALWAYS willing to talk about them!
The Legend of Zelda: This is the fandom that introduced me to the internet back in 2019 (I’m a late bloomer, I know- XDDD), and kickstarted me making theories and analyses!
Friday Night Funkin: Hate it or love it, you can’t deny there are some amazing individuals out there! And for you modders out there, this game is actually heavily moddable- and one mod in particular was what caused FNF to blow up in the first place! This is actually the fandom I’m hyper fixating on right now-
Favorites: While they aren’t as important to me as the “crowned” ones, they still managed to hold my attention for a month or so- and that’s something to admire, considering how hyper my brain is!
Animator Vs Animation: This is the fandom that introduced me to Tumblr and AO3 back in the late summer of 2021- don’t worry, @ann-aha, you’re not alone! XDDD
Oh, and I can’t talk about “AvA” without mentioning the rest of the stick figure community! Shout out to Henry Stickmin, Rock Hard Gladiators/Hyun’s Dojo, Hyun, and Gildedguy! :D
Genshin Impact: Contrary to popular opinion, this game isn’t just for “nerds” or people who can afford to splurge thousands of dollars- I managed to complete the current (back then!) storyline as a free-to-player! While I’m not in the fandom anymore, at least give this one a chance?
Undertale: Ah yes, the funny skeleton man fandom /j /lh But seriously, this fandom isn’t all “Sans Fangirls”- just search up animations and artwork! Or, better yet- search up a full play through of the game (I recommend this order for newcomers- Neutral, Pacifist, Genocide) and let the story and gameplay do the talking! ^^
Just Shapes and Beats: Exactly what it says on the tin. Pro tip- once you’ve seen the full story mode, go check out KofiKrumble!
Minecraft: Of course I’d be into this fandom at some point, everyone will! I’m not into DreamSMP (please don’t kill me I’m just not interested in stuff like server-wide wars), but I AM fond of Hermitcraft and Empires!
Normal: I don’t really think about these fandoms too often, but they deserve a mention!
Harry Potter
Voltron: Legendary Defender
My Hero Academia
The Owl House (hey, while this fandom isn’t one of my favorites, you bet I watched the finale and cried the whole time!)
Doki Doki Literature Club (somewhat- in my master post, I mentioned I hate horror, so I avoid gameplay and stick to tvtropes/summaries- sorry- ^^;)
Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts
Pokémon
How To Train Your Dragon
Marvel (The Avengers!)
Mario
Splatoon
Kirby
Subnautica
Trollhunters (and the rest of the Tales of Arcadia! I LOVED that series- except for Rise of The Titans. We don’t talk about Rise of The Titans. /gen /lh)
Carmen Sandiego
Amphibia
“The Big Three”: These were the fandoms I was into as a little kid, and inspired me to start making fan fiction & headcanons!
Kung Fu Panda: Oh my god, I loved this series- and a 4th movie’s coming in 2024!
Big Hero Six: This is the OG- the first fandom I EVER got into! :D
Wakfu: Yugo accidentally inspired an OC (no info- yet! Not unless I learn how to draw!), so it’d be a crime to not include this fandom!
Well, I think that’s all- for now! If you want to learn about favorite characters, theories, head canons and the like- just ask! :D
Daily reminder!
james died thinking lily and harry were safe hahahhahaha
to you i present the gayest homophobe...
hermione jean granger!
hermione's definitely the type of person who'd explore her sexuality but at the same time she considers being gay abnormal because...that's just hermione logic
harry is in a silly goofy mood
i was bored so i decided to draw something for @enbysiriusblack 's dorlene february event!
enjoy this ig :)
20 harry potter questions with eris!
i reworked the one on the @aluxxxxxx page idk
1. do you think peter deserved to be a marauder? and if you do, why?
2. if it were to be in an era, in which would you be?
3. which wizarding school would you like to go to?
4. what do you think is the function of a rubber duck?
5. would you put your name in the goblet of fire? and if you would, do you think you would get picked? would you win?
6. who do you kin the most?
7. who do you think would be your bestie?
8. what's your opinion on the prank™?
9. are you working on any fics?
10. would you fight in the 1st/ 2nd wizarding war?
11. what do you think of jk rowling?
12. how many characters do you consider queer?
13. what's your opinion on dumbledore?
14. who do you think is the most underrated character in harry potter?
15. how canon compliant is your general au?
16. who do you think is the most overrated character?
17. which harry potter fanfic/au is your favorite?
18. what is your opinion on each marauder?
19. do you think the community is worthy of more or less attention? or do you think it's ok where it is now?
20. what do you think of snape?
you can always reblog this post and do it yourself!
if you want me to answer these questions, just give me the number in the asks! also, if you want to add anything related to the questions they're welcomed!
my fancast for snape is loki from marvel but uglier that's it that's the post
@drarrymicrofic prompt: tie. wc: 1099
"Harry, why is there a hair tie on your wrist?"
"Don't lose it," Draco says. "That one's my favourite." Harry slips the blue elastic onto his wrist, as the fall of soft, white-blond hair cascades over his hand, his forearm, the ends tickling Harry's face.
"I won't," Harry says, surrounded by the coconut scent of Draco's shampoo, by the curtain of sleek, lustrous hair, isolating them from the world.
"Er... found it," Harry said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
"Yeah, they're good for..." Harry cast around for a less ridiculous lie, "wand grips."
Hermione frowned in disbelief, but looked down in thought at her own wand. "Huh."
Harry removed the elastic from his wrist and twisted it around the hilt of his wand, to demonstrate—it felt closer to his heart that way, anyway, mingling with his magic under his fingers.
"I want to tell them," Harry says, his head pillowed on Draco's chest. "I want to be yours." His face rises and falls with Draco's heavy sigh.
"No, you don't," Draco mumbles. "You don't."
"I do." Harry rolls on top of him—his hair isn't long enough to hide them. Draco's hair is splayed out on the pillow, tangled from sex and sleep, his pretty mouth pursed in a familiar, stubborn line. Morning light shines through the window, illuminating them with a reality they can't escape.
No one saw the ambush coming. Aurors lunged and dodged and threw protego after protego, but they were surrounded, they were sitting ducks, and something had to give. Harry ran out from behind the shipping container, reductos on his lips, red light and destruction bursting from his wand, his grip tight and unmovable around a thin blue elastic—
"Harry," Draco pleads. "Why would you want to be tied to someone like me?"
"Draco." Harry leans down and kisses him. "I've been tied to you, for so many years—" —Tangled and knotted and twisted in him, since the day Harry learned he was a wizard.
Draco doesn't let him speak for the rest of the morning.
Harry blinked himself awake, his mind heavy and hazy with anesthesia. The quiet, rhythmic beeping of monitoring charms interrupted the silence, and he took a deep breath of a familiar sterile scent—St. Mungo's—then coughed violently as his ribs throbbed, which only made the pain worse.
A slender hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him down, a wash of warm, soothing magic in his throat. As his coughing subsided, someone slid his glasses carefully onto his face, and he could finally see.
Draco stepped back, his handsome face exhausted and unreadable. His eyes were bloodshot, his lime green Healer's robes partially buttoned over his normal clothes, a shocking discomposure. His long hair fell loose and limp over his shoulder, frizzing where he'd run his hand through it too many times.
"Hi," Harry rasped. Draco didn't answer, his mouth set in that familiar, foreboding line. "Can I sit up?"
Draco frowned a little, but swished his wand, maneuvering Harry's bed until he was sitting upright. He then stood there, awkward and silent and sullen, apparently unwilling to take his eyes off Harry for even a second, and even more unwilling to admit it.
"Come sit," Harry said. Draco hesitated, but eventually made his way to Harry's bed, sitting gingerly on the edge. Harry tugged on his sleeve until he rolled his eyes and scooted closer.
"Mind if I sit?" Harry asks, his hand on the back of the empty barstool. Draco looks up, surprised, then schools his face quickly into a sneer.
"Far be it from me to turn away the Saviour," Draco says, but it sounds ingenuine, automatic. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Harry smiles, excited and curious and something else, like he's found something he hadn't known he was looking for. He feels real, now.
"Good." Harry sits, feeling triumphant. He waves down the bartender. "Two of what he's having."
Harry reached up to Draco's neck, gathering his soft hair to one side, separating it into three sections. Draco's whole body was tense, holding himself still, his face strained. Harry began to weave his hair with practiced ease, over and under.
"You're reckless," Draco finally said, his voice cracking. "Utterly harebrained. You could have been killed, Potter. You nearly were. There was so much—you weren't breathing—" he cut off with a harsh breath, trying to compose himself. His eyes were wet, his cheeks flushed.
Harry finished the plait, smoothing it down and holding the end with his fingers.
"My wand," Harry said. Draco tensed further, but slowly pulled out the familiar length of wood from the pocket of his robes, holding it out hilt first. Harry slid off the blue elastic, returning it to its rightful place on the end of Draco's plait.
"I didn't lose it," Harry murmured. A tear escaped down Draco's cheek, and he sighed, his whole body sagging.
"I knew you wouldn't." He took Harry's hand in both of his, watching his own thumb move over the scars on Harry's skin. "That's not what I was afraid of."
"What are you afraid of, then?"
Draco looked up. He looked awful, agonized, wretched—and so, so beautiful.
"This, Harry." His hands started to shake, where they held Harry's. "I was sure that losing you couldn't hurt me, if I didn't let you have me to begin with... I was wrong. It hurts, no matter what."
"You haven't lost me," Harry said, uselessly. "You won't."
"Don't you dare, Harry."
"You won't," Harry insisted. "Draco, I'm yours. And I already—I put in my notice a week ago." Draco's jaw dropped. "I'm tired of the violence. I'm tired of not being around, for you. I don't know what I'll do, but I have time and money to figure it out, and I'm hoping—I'm hoping I'll have you, too—"
He was cut off by Draco's kiss, hard and fierce and relieved.
"You look like you're about to kiss me," Draco says. He looks equal parts hopeful and terrified.
"You look like you're going to let me," Harry replies. He's close enough to taste Draco's breath; gin and lime. He's right.
"It's about time," Ron declared from the doorway, startling them both. He had one arm around a smug, triumphant Pansy, the other around a shrewd, fond Hermione. For a second, Harry worried that Draco would bolt, but he only groaned in annoyance, hiding his embarrassment in Harry's shoulder.
"'Wand grips', indeed," Hermione muttered, and Harry tried not to laugh, for his ribs. When his joy spilled over, it was with a kiss in Draco’s coconut-scented hair.
zepeto rp news!
we have:
sirius, played by @enbysiriusblack, scar
remus, played by @fire-balls-wiftie, remoony
lily, played by @royalty-of-fandoms, lilyflowerr
dorcas, played by @elliwrites, casmeadowes
marlene, played by ✨me✨, marlenee
mary, played by @cameronnx, macduck
emmeline, played by @anna-simps, emmieeeeee
euphemia, played by briar (no tumblr), miapotter
anyone else who wants to join the roleplay, message any of us on tumblr (preferably scar or eli), along with the character you wanna be
James: everything's gonna be just fine! It's just a crush--
Lily: hey James!
James: I love you.
For my friend ❤️ You’ve written such a beautiful story.
Do yourself a favour and take a read. I assure you will not regret it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56316268
I have reached the point where every fictional character is bisexual until proved otherwise.
ROTBTFD Fic Idea
So I was feeling nostalgic for when this fandom was a thing and Harry Potter was still alright and I’ve decided to summarize an old fic idea I had back then.
It starts in a basic Hogwarts AU setting, with the Big Four in their friend group, plus Anna. Jack and Elsa are kind of a thing; Rapunzel and Eugene, and Anna and Kristoff, are fully dating; and Astrid and Hiccup are definitely not. It’s that thing where Hiccup does his best to avoid the rest of the teenagers from Berk, which in this world is a small magical island village off the coast of the UK. (Think where A Thing of Vikings has it located.) The basic dynamics of all those stories.
Anyway, something or other happens and the group of five friends end up performing a spell that goes wrong and they accidentally pull their counterparts from a different dimension to their world, plus whoever were in their immediate surroundings. Of course, I’m talking about their movie versions. This ends up with Hiccup and the gang (I’m thinking sometime after HTTYD 2 and ignoring 3 because I hate it), Merida and her three maybe suitors (I just imagine her dragging them into misadventures because I think that’s a fun idea and she needs friends), Rapunzel and Eugene (I’m working with the theory that she’s cousins with Elsa and Anna so they all know each other), Anna and Elsa and Kristoff (and maybe Honeymaren and Ryder, I go back and forth on whether to have Frozen 2 be a thing), and finally Jack Frost and Peter Pan (this comes out of no where but I really like the idea of Peter being a spirit and acting as Jack’s little brother figure since Jamie is long gone by this point).
All the movie versions exist in the same world, some post post apocalyptic one where at some point civilization collapsed and started over, this time with magic being far more abundant. Jack and Peter are something like 3,000 to 5,000 years old. They hide as soon as they get to the Hogwarts world because they were in the middle of a fight with some shadow spirits or something who make a break for it towards the Forbidden Forest, they’ll spend most of the story dealing with rounding them up and staying hidden while everything else is happening, maybe.
The story is mostly going to be about the clashing dynamic of the groups. Like the movie versions don’t really know each other as anything but fellow nation leaders (I also kind of imagine there being some hostilities between the Highlands and the Barbaric Archipelago to add tension), while the teenagers are all close friends. Hiccup’s relationship with the Dragon Riders is nothing like the strained relationship of his counterpart (and he and Astrid are married), same with Merida and her suitors. Everyone is just really different and I thought it’d be fun to play around with them meeting each other.
At some point, towards the end, Jack and Peter finally reveal themselves and they know how to get back to their world. This will have the biggest changes because unlike everyone else, they’re a different species from their counterparts and ridiculously older. There’s absolutely no romance between Jack Frost and Elsa. Also depending on if this includes Frozen 2, Elsa has maybe been helping Jack and Peter in her role as a bridge.
It’s a lot of vague ideas and a general sense of a plot that I will never write because it has way too big of a cast to balance and is beyond my abilities. But I do still think it’s a fun concept.
Harry Potter Complaint
Okay, so I don’t even know why I care anymore because I’ve already decided that Harry Potter is overrated and I should be done with it but I can’t stop thinking about how JK Rowling messes up magic in North America. I’m not even going to bother getting into all the issues with what she said about Native American magic, that’s a whole different problem that I don’t have the knowledge to competently talk about. My biggest issue is with the political landscape of the magical community I. The United States. Does she not know anything about how Congress and our branches of government work? There is just not possible way for there to be a magical president before the United States as a country was formed. Also, there would be no magical president at all, is there a magical prime minister in her books? No, there isn’t, there is a Minister of Magic, so it should be the Secretary of Magic. Further, what the hell is with Ivermony somehow being the only school for magic between all of the United States and Canada, does she have any idea how big these two countries are? We aren’t little island Britain that can pull off having one school, we are a massive continent, it’s complete unfeasible even if we did have the same culture of boarding school as they do, which we don’t. If you aren’t going to bother doing any research about the country you’re writing about before you starts describing a secret society in their midsts, don’t write anything.
You know what i need right now?
A complete run down on the marauders fandom.
How did it come to be? What do they accept as canon within the fanon? What fanfics are accepted as like part of the fandom?
I genuinely get mad fomo from the marauders fandom bc like i love harry potter so i wanna be in the know 😭😭
Need someone to make a bookmark collection on ao3 on fanfics that fit in a chronological order 😔
MY NEW GIRLFRIEND Y’ALL, STAY BACK
it’s so pretty <3333
FIGURE SKATER READER AU ᯓ★
Figure skater!reader is gentle. She's sweet, kind, and the most loving person you'll ever meet. Her heart is as soft as snow, yet warm like a fire on a winter day. Every move she makes embodies a quiet strength; she's grace in human form. While she might not actively seek attention, she gains it nonetheless, because everyone, even those with the coldest of hearts, are drawn to the sincerity in her eyes and the elegance with which she carries herself.
Huge thanks to @leona-hawthorne for helping me with the moodboard! You never fail to show your talent 🤍 And to @riddleshire for the wonderful idea!! I'm excited for when you write again!
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Hey, more Nick for you guys!
This one was for my animation class. I decided to animate Nick as a Ravenclaw. In case you don’t know, a Ravenclaw is a Hogwarts class from Harry Potter.
wait
people sort through a fandom for the first time using something other than bookmarks ???
getting into fandoms the time that it was popular is overrated anyway
help someone saw that i was reading fanfiction on my phone during class and asked me outright if i was reading hp fanfiction and it wasn't even hp it was ons????
i didn't want to say anything so i just responded
"yeah"
and now 2 maybe 3 people know I write fanfiction ...
found family in media is so special to me. Oh my god its so amazing, especially when its built up? Like i don't care if they're introduced being all family like, but give me a reason why. Was one of them abandoned and the other person was the only one able to push past their boundries? Did person A have a family and they died, but person B needs them so much that person A lets go on the past to help them? Beautiful. I love it. They found each other and decided to be a family, they saw everything in the other person or people and they said this one is mine. These people around me right now are my family, and I will do anything for them. I eat that shit up.
Sirius and James when they wanted to take Dumbledore to the winter ball-
Sirius *holding a cauliflower in his hand*: Dear Dumblydore, Today, I am here to make a confession. So, when I first saw you, I felt like the gates of heaven have opened for me. Your beautiful eyes, your wrinkly skin, your white beard, everything is so Perfect. With all my love, I would like to ask you if you will accept my flower and go to the ball with me? *Gets down on one knee dramatically*
James *has his hand on his chest and a look of betrayal on his face*: HOW COULD YOU SIRIUS? YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL! HOW DARE YOU ASK THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TO THE BALL? I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!
Sirius *turns to face James*: I was the first one to fall for Dumblydore. So get lost! He is MINE.
James & Sirius: *start fighting*
Dumbledore: *Is laughing hard*
James: Wait, let us ask Dumbly-Pie who he wants to go with. I bet it's me.
Sirius: Ha! Let's see.
James & Sirius *turn to face Dumbledore*: My dear Dumblydore/Dumbly-Pie, who would you like to go with to the ball?
Dumbledore: *finally catching his breath* I am sorry but I can't go with you both. Remus asked me first and so I am going with him.