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Okay nobody send me death threats. It's not that serious! Here are my Marauders Hot Takes:
• Jily and WolfStar are the best ships
• I love Jegulus but it doesn't make sense in canon, but almost nothing else does anyway so who cares
• The marauders would've bullied people in real life because they bullied people in canon- I do think they also would've grown up and apologized for it (except maybe Sirius)
• Snape is a flawed complex character but he bullied children and that will never be okay. He's also literally racist and misogynistic so..
• Harry is a better person than James. He wasn't perfect, but he didn't bully anyone (only had petty rivalries) and was angry when he found out how James treated Snape and that Sirius still thought it was funny. Harry also literally payed for Fred and George to start their business. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL HARRY IS JUST BETTER
• I will never read All The Young Dudes. I'm sorry. I just don't want to read it
• Rosekiller is a fun ship but you cannot make them good people. Barty literally killed his father in cold blood. Headcanons are fine, but it's just better and more likely that they chose their side of the war knowingly and willingly.
• Sirius is an asshole. He has so many good qualities, but he's an asshole. When he's watered down to just sad, or just fun it's never as good. He needs flaws. That goes for all the marauder
All this being said, write what you want. Read what you want. Enjoy what you like. It's just fiction and fandom and I really don't take it as seriously as this sounds
listening to pocket full of sunshine -Natasha Bedingfield and thinking abt regs thinking abt james when listening to it.
on here to come begging for more rosekiller fanart I NEED IT ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE
hey chat, why does chihiro by billie eilish remind me of wolfstar and grant.. it’s sooo grant’s pov for me
“when you told me it was Sirius, were you serious?”
“they told me they were only curious.”
“Now it’s Sirius.”
GUYS LET ME COOK, LET ME COOK !!!!!
“and they tell me it’s all been a trap, and you don’t know if you’ll make it back.”
HELLLOOO ????
also noted that we do nAwt like happiness in this fandom, ive cried like 5+ times already bcs of yalls sick and twisted little minds.. (im eating it up)
currently diving head first into the marauders fandom :p
“here comes james potter, doo-doo-doo-doo”
- the beatles, some random day in 1969
any marauders fans here that are also stays ? plsplspls i need frieeendsss :,) i ult Lino and my fav marauder until now is sirius hsjfjsj (im only at chapter 18 of atyd, bare w me)
currently diving head first into the marauders fandom :p
when i say i NEED someone to write a McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey pov of atyd where they are bestfriends/lovers and McGonagall tells sirius’ side of his hogwarts years and Pomfrey tells remus’ and it’s just the maternal love that both of them need please please someone write thissss
i need someone to write rosekiller babysitting asap
I wanna see what would happen if a child was left with barty and evan
The finished thing ig.
Marlene McKinnon WIP. should i make her more blonde? im going to make her hair longer. i might leave her faceless i dont like drawing faces. help please.
remus “fuck the french” lupin and sirius “if you insist” black
“I was mauled by a werewolf at four”
“I was suicidal at 11”
“I was betrayed by my best friend”
“I was betrayed by the healthcare system.”
“I am unfairly discriminated against by strangers who don’t know me.”
“I am lesbian, nonbinary and disabled. I get discriminated quite a fair bit too, mate.”
“I was raised to be killed by a man I trusted.”
“I became disabled at 12 which causes me absurd amounts of pain”
“Hey, me too! Trauma bonding besties!”🤣✨😁🧚❤️🧚✨😘🥰🥰
- a conversation between a drunk Remus Lupin and myself
Remus is the kind of person who’ll say “I’m not very social” and then have a two-hour conversation with a barista about their childhood trauma.
No cuz I’m not exaggerating when I see a notification in my inbox on Ao3 I literally start giggling and kicking my feet😭😭
Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he hated.
Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he kissed, whose name he gasped in his mouth when he felt so good he couldn't help it. Remus had never heard a more intoxicating sound.
New chapter:
Yea let’s ignore how inactive I’ve been on tumblr lol, but feel free to check the fic out x
Ok but what if Remus was a pirate and stole noble Sirius' most valuable possession... So Sirius goes to hunt him down... But then they fall in love
fic: The Serpent and the Viper on Ao3
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒
this is just me being a marauder fanatic tbh. i love myself some old gay wizards.
marauders as things my friends and i have said:
these are real genuine interactions between me and friend group that i think would fit very well with the marauders.
jail
tea
nonchalant
carats
baguette
therapy
peter's birthday
argument
teapot
honestly, there will be more over time, i'm just too lazy to add it right now.
Happier than ever by Billie Eilish but it’s Lily Evans to Severus Snape
I've recently become a marauders era fan (november 2024) and I'm slowly reading some of the more popular fics (currently halfway through Only the Brave), but I've already seen so many angsty spoilers for some of the others and I'm honestly kind of scared lmao
fighting artblock with marls and her iconic t-shirt
My favourite part of being in the Marauders fandoms is how not chill all of us are. Like I have never meet a ‘casual’ Marauders fan, it’s always some crazy mental shit. I need that kind of dedication in every fandom I’m in
I love the Lucy one but with the add on the Pandora is the only one aloud to call him that.
I also love Jamie for James and Bee for barty
What are some of your nicknames for the marauders era?? I know the obvious ones like Reggie or Moony or any of the marauders specific little names. What’s a unique one that you really like though?
Mine is Regulus being called Lucy because his name ends in lus, so Lucy makes just as much sense as Reggie does
small star, big impact
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Remus lupin x gn! reader
fluff (you have to trust me on this one)
a/n this is my first upload here, dont be mean or i'll cry
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You found yourself tossing and turning in bed, acknowledging it wasn't worth it when the brink of sleep escaped you yet again.
It became sort of a habit now, not being able to sleep and instead turning to wander the never-ending halls of Hogwarts. This habit started multiple years ago already. It was calming, in a sense. So many things, friend groups and professors changed in the time you were here, but you could always fall back on this, it never changed.
Whenever you snuck out of your dorm, it was clear you probably weren't gonna be able to fall asleep, but it was worth it for that moment of peace. Nothing could compare to it.
Your roommates grew used to those habits by now, you were thankful for their understanding even though you didn't really talk to them, to no one at Hogwarts, really.
Your brother always gushed about how amazing Hogwarts was, including the people. Whenever he came back for summer break you were instantly prepared for the flood of information you would get from him, he graduated a few years ago already, but you still looked back on how excited he was to share everything with you, yet you never really understood it.
Yes, Hogwarts really was a magical place, all the magic in that place sometimes even felt overwhelming. But you never actually fit into a certain group, you were quiet, always observing, people thought you were scheming things. As if. The only thing which could keep a mind occupied was astronomy, often lost in your own star constellations.
Opening the door of your dorm and stepping out quietly, the slight breeze from outside felt welcoming. You quietly tip-toed across the wooden floorboards in the common room, the only sound that could be heard was the quiet crackling of the fire no one ever really bothered to put out. You stopped for a moment, leaning against the cold walls and sighing. Not getting sleep so frequently really wasn't healthy, and it wasn't helping your academic scores either, but there was nothing you could do. You didn't want to ask Madam Pomfrey for more sleeping draughts, not wanting to admit to her, and yourself, that you really weren't getting better, but rather, worse.
Rising up from your slouched position against the wall, you slowly set out to the halls, occasionally sliding across the floor boards because of your socks, careful not to make unnecessary noise. Stepping out of the portrait hole, you continued your march down the endless stairs. The portraits were now empty, it was unusually quiet, but your pace never faltered.
Stepping out into the empty halls always felt so freeing, it was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop. Because of this, every time your joints cracked, you mentally cursed your old man bones. The sound always spread across the hall in waves, leaving behind a slight echo for a short while.
From wandering out here so often, you knew almost every inch and corner of Hogwarts like the back of your hand. Being acquaintances with a prefect made it even easier, you knew who and where people were on patrol. You have basically memorised their schedules for your sake. It was a lot later after their rounds that you usually got out. But it wasn't common to see two prefects getting carried away doing,,, whatever really.
As you continued your stroll through the halls, you couldn't help but admire the candles floating around you, the candlelight always casted a soft glow around the place, it was pleasant to look at. If you focused on the lights for longer, you’re pretty sure the soft tap of steps around the corner would have gone unnoticed.
Before anyone can catch you, you quickly slid behind a statue with practiced ease. It was close, the steps now turned the corner and you notice it is a few pairs, probably close to three, accompanied by murmuring among the three.
“I find it hard to believe he just left in the middle of the night unprompted.”
the steps came to a halt, you could hear the conversation clearer now.
“Maybe he just needed time to himself?” a weaker, squeakier voice replied.
“Oh come on, you know Moony and his wolfiness, but he definitely would have had a reason.” a third, deeper voice said, accompanied by a chuckle.
“It's not impossible, but don’t you think it would have to be something serious for him to leave? Just like that? He never does that, he would probably wake Sirius if he needed someone.”
A collective sigh came from the three, the steps could be heard picking up again, in the direction of the stairs you came from earlier.
There it was, three boys, one with insanely messy short hair and his signature glasses, the second one with shoulder-length hair, which he cut a bit shorter after summer, and the last, short blonde boy who you shared Transfiguration with.
You knew them, of course you did. They were in the same house for Merlin’s sake, you never really spoke to any of them though. Their presence was loud and lively, there was never a beat of silence when they were around, which didn't really match you well.
You snapped out of your short daze to see them already long gone, stepping out from behind the statue and making your mind up on where to go next.
You had already known you would probably end up here, as you sauntered up the stairs of the astronomy tower, your steps making next to no noise, as you knew which stairs creaked and which didn't (with a lot of trial and error). Moving along the stairs with ease, you stopped dead in your tracks at the top. You heard a soft sound, it was a sob. You held your breath in anticipation if anyone was here, or if it was just your imagination. Then you heard another one, a quieter one. Holding your breath and turning to where the sound was coming from, your heart nearly shattered into pieces.
A boy, probably in your year as well, was sitting in the corner, back turned away from you. The sight was heartbreaking, he was shaking, the sobs could only be described as broken, sounding choked back, like if someone was fighting them really hard but could not keep it in anymore.
You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do. Would they tell on you for being here so late at night? Should you just leave them alone? Your heart melted into a puddle of sympathy and sadness, knowing they probably needed someone right now. You slowly made your way over to him and gently sat down by his right side. The boy noticed your presence, the sobs quieting down almost immediately.
You spoke first, your voice quiet in an attempt to not startle the boy more than your presence already has. “You go out here often?”
Turning to face the boy, you could see his eyes tinted red from crying, he sniffled. “Don't worry, i won't tell on you, i go here almost nightly myself” No response. “If you want, I can go. Everyone needs time to themself, and I am just now realizing I probably interrupted a time you wanted to be alone in, considering you went all the way here” You hurriedly blurted out, standing up so you can go again. This was probably shaping up to be one of the really awkward moments you would replay before sleep.
“Wait” you turned to face the boy “I-I, plea-” His voice cracked. “Please don't leave.” He said with a hint of urgency in his voice.
You made eye contact with him, his brown eyes standing out even in the midst of the night. “Okay, I'll stay. I didnt wanna go back down there anyway, you’re Remus, right?” The boy nodded in response. “Your friends were looking for you, I overheard them on my way here. They sounded pretty worried.” You said as you sat down, at arms length to the boy. He sighed, “Yeah, that sounds pretty much like them. I can't blame them though, I have been a bit off recently that they for sure noticed it.”
You chuckled, “Well I'm not gonna be prying any information from you.” Laying down on your back, you looked out to the starry sky. “Do you know anything about the stars?” Remus followed you,laying on his back next to you. He was glad you weren't looking at him, he for sure looked like a mess, teary eyes and messy hair. He ran a hand through his hair and wiped at his eyes again. “Uh- Padfoot- sorry, Sirius sometimes talks about them, but i don't know much ... Not like I wouldn't be interested! I just, never really had the chance.”
You tried to suppress a chuckle at his stumbling, ultimately failing to do so, earning you a glare from Remus and a soft kick to your shin. “Ah! My heart! And my leg! Remus, you have deeply wounded me!” You sprawled out on the floor, dramatically putting your hand over your heart, failing to suppress the smile from his shenanigans. “And here I thought no one could surpass the dramatics of Sirius Black, I think he now has great competition” He turned to you,with a slight smile, only illuminated by the light of the moon and stars. The change in his mood was sudden, but not unwelcome. You were just happy it seemed that his mind wasn’t lingering on whatever upset him earlier.
“Well good thing for you-” you said as you pointed your finger at him accusingly “I heed great knowledge about astronomy! And for someone so uncultured, I could possibly spare some time of the day so that he may learn all about it!” He sighed, the smile on his face growing wider “Tell me, just what can I do to stop you from talking like… this?” You grinned and looked back to the sky, replying “Ah, does my prosperous vocabulary trouble you?, I guess I can tone it down a little..”
The night was spent pointing out constellations and curious questions being thrown both ways. You wondered how you managed to avoid Remus for so long, seeing as you both spent time in the same places, and your interests overlapped seemingly everywhere. Unbeknownst to you, Remus felt the same. He found it easy to be in your presence. He knew the rest of his little group would endlessly question him about his whereabouts when he got back to them, but he didn’t seem to care about that, or anything else at the moment.
You completely drowned out his worries and he’d be damned if he let another opportunity slip through his fingers, simply because he felt unworthy.
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James: why are you sad?
Lily: my tea is cold :(
After the death of James and Lily, Mary moves to the States. She spends most of her twenties pretending to be a muggle in America. One day, while Pandora is traveling, she sees a familiar face at a restaurant. The face is Mary. Mary and Pandora start talking, and Mary offers that Pandora stays at her place for the evening. Pandora accepts the offer, thankful that she has found someone who knows what she went through.
The next morning, Mary and Pandora part ways. They promise that they will keep in contact. The promise stays alive for the next few years. Pandora gets a telephone for her home, and every month, they call. Until one day Mary calls, and Pandora doesn't answer.
Mary tries again the next day. No answer.
Mary tries for weeks with no answer until she gets a portkey to Britain. She walks up to pandoras' home and knocks on the door. She is met with Xenophilius and a 9 year old Luna. When she asks about Pandora, her world is ruined.
She spends the night in Britain. When she takes the portkey back to America, she has a plan of action. She has lost everyone who mattered. What else has she got left but herself?
Remus is God knows where. Same with Barty. Sirius is in Azkaban. James, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Pandora, Regulus, and Evan are dead. And don't even get her started on Peter.
She arrives home. Mary pulls out her wand and says one last goodbye to the memories of her friends. With that, she says the word.
"Obliviate"
Pandora making dozens of friendship braclets for the people she is friends with, so you see Barty, Evan, Regulus, and Dorcas walking down the halls with bands of various colours on their wrists