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[starlittragedies]

a lot of people tended to say that sirius and regulus looked alike, but the marauders and their friends never quite believed it. they looked much to different with one brother being so expressive with his facial features and the other wearing a mask that never slips.

it wasn’t until one day when barty had managed to convince regulus to pull a cute little joke on evan which then led to evan chasing them down the halls of hogwarts with nothing but murder on his mind. while running they managed to run into the posse of gryffindors as well as dorcas who was with them, and while passing, the group (bar dorcas) had to do a double take because the boy that had just passed them with a mischievous smile plastered on his face looked just like sirius.

[starlittragedies]

NO CAUSE PANDALILY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!

wdym lily the golden girl, the girl who is on top of her class, the prefect, THE hogwarts girl crush falls for “peculiar” pandora?

AND I LOVE IT WHEN PANDORA DOESN’T EVEN KNOW LILY LIKES HER !!! the angst when she thinks lily just pities her thats why she hangs out with her

I LOVE MY GIRLS SO MUCH

Pandalily is by far one of the most underrated ships in the marauders LIKE ITS SO CUTE, THE WHOLE CONCEPT OF IT. People finding Pandora a bit off and lily doesn't, she finds her interesting and listens to all of her theories and assumptions, even believing some herself LIKE WHO DOESN'T WANT THAT.

[spacewife]

Give❤this❤to❤the❤twelve❤nicest❤people❤you❤know.❤If❤you get❤five back❤you❤must❤be❤ perfect.

ur my fav tisa 💕

[bvckysmanbun]

Something Like Magic

Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

Request: Idk if your requests are open but can you do a thing with older!Damian Wayne where the reader takes care of him after patrol, like she runs him a bath and stuff and it's just super fluffy?? Thanks ilysm

Thank you for sending this in, I needed some fluff tbh. And thank you, ily2! I hope you enjoy this, love bug! As always, feedback is always greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading! I also hope this is enough fluff!

Warnings: mention of injuries, scars. Fluff, major fluff. 

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Word Count: 1.179

“You’re so stubborn,” you murmur as your hands pull at the hood over his head. Your hands run through his hair, damp from the mix of sweat and rain. Your hands ran through his hair a few more times before moving to his face, fingers gently caressing the outline of his domino mask. Fingers carefully dip between the material of the mask and the skin around his eyes.

“You, beloved, are ethereal,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your inner wrist, his lips linger over the pulse point. You pull off the mask and meet closed eyes. Your thumbs brush across the lash line, a small smile graces his face and a giggle escapes your lips as his long, full lashes tickle the skin of your thumb.

“Stop trying to sweet talk me,” you whisper as your hands run down his face, his neck down to his shoulders and you pull his cape off. Your hands move back to the nape of his neck and you let your fingers trail upwards, from his nape to the back of his head. A sweet, soft sigh escapes his mouth.

“I just wish you would not worry so much over me, beloved,” Damian whispers as he carefully stands up. His hands brush over your arms to your shoulders, then down to settle on your waist. His face nears yours and you avoid looking him in the eye. “You need not to constantly worry for me. I’m used to this, to the life as Robin and to the life as a fighter.”

Your hand moves to his neck and you pull him in closer, your thumb brushes against his chin. “You shouldn’t have to be used to it, Damian. Let me take care of you, let me worry about you,” you whisper as you press a kiss to his jaw. Your other hand roams down to start pull his shirt off. “Let me do this for you, D.”

Damian gives you a stern look and refuses to budge. You let out an exasperated breath out and look up to the ceiling of your shared bedroom. Your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose. “D, I normally have patience and don’t say anything while you go and get beat up by Gotham’s villains. Please just let me take care of you.”

His eyes trail over your body before they settle on your face. He releases a quiet sigh and removes his shirt. You turn your attention back to him when you hear the soft thump of clothing hitting the floor. A soft gasp leaves you and your hands cover your mouth.

Hues of purple, blue and black littered his ribs and parts of his chest. Evidence of him getting scratched, ran down his arms. Soot and dirt covered everything that his uniform didn’t. “Damian,” you breath out as your hands, barely making contact, run over his skin. You squeeze his shoulder and he groans out quietly. You gently grab his hand and pull him towards the bathroom. He watches your every move with cautious eyes.

You bend over to plug the drain and start the running water. You looked over your shoulder and nodded down his pants. One of his eyebrows automatically shoot up. “Hot water is not good on bruised ribs.” You roll your eyes and shut the water off when it reaches a level that would stop at his waist.

“I know, my love, that’s why the water level is low. You need to ice your ribs for the next few days and then afterwards, we start soaking you in hot water. I’m not an imbecile, Damian,” you scoff playfully. You pull him close and finger the waistband of his pants.

“No, you are not,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your forehead. He strips himself of his remaining clothing and gently, with your assistance, sits himself in the tub. You grab a towel and lay it against the edge, for his head. He closes his eyes and relishes in the feeling of warm water against his sore legs.

He didn’t notice that you left the bathroom until a soft song played. You return with a wash cloth, a water bottle and a bottle of pills, and his robe. He watches as you kneel beside the tub and dip the washcloth into the water and gently press it over his skin. He opens his mouth, but you already answer his question.

“I don’t want to irritate the scratches by putting soap,” you tell him softly as the washcloth trails down his chest. Your bare hand follows the washcloth, never applying direct pressure. His half-hooded eyes followed your hands’ every movement. Your fingers gently ran over each ridge of his chest, the pads of your fingers soothing the soft burning that came from his arms. His eyes close as you dip the washcloth back into the water and wrings before it goes to his face.

You start with his forehead, then down his right temple. You lean in and press a kiss to his forehead then his temple. Your hand covered in the washcloth goes to his cheekbone and your lips follow. From his cheekbone to his jaw, your lips follow again. Your thumb strokes over his chin for a few seconds. You look to his eyes and see that they’re closed, his lips slightly parted. As you move your hand to the left side of his, you press your lips to his ever so softly.

He responds by bringing his hand to your face and stroking your cheek. You pull away slowly, your half-hooded eyes watch as his green orbs reappear. “Hobbi,” he breathes.

“That’s a new one,” you whisper as you clean the other side of his face. His eyes trace over each curve of your face, his hand still lingers on you.

“'ana 'aeshaquk,” he murmurs as he moves his thumb from your cheek to the corner of your lips. Your eyes meet his and a gentle smile graces his face. You shoot a small smile back as you finish cleaning him up. Your hands hook under his armpits and you help him out. His arm wraps around your shoulder as help him into his robe.

“Now, you’re going to lie down for a bit and I’m going to call Alfred to let him know we’ll heading over soon.” Damian almost whined as you sat him down on the edge of the bed. “Ten deep breaths while I make this phone call,” you give him a stern look. He scowls at you and you glare.

You smile as he rolls his eyes as he inhales deeply. “And I adore you as well,” you press a kiss to his head as you grab your phone and make your way to the bathroom to clean up. Damian’s eyes shine as he watches you and he exhales. A room-brightening smile finds its way onto his face as he reminds himself just how much he appreciates you, even if he won’t exactly say it. It’s the actions that count, right?

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[starlittragedies]

I LOVE THIS !!!

(just to add on to it, i think that regulus would also be like this with barty in a sense that he would normally be very quiet and observant whenever he is with anyone else but when he’s with barty he brings some, if not all, of his walls down and just yaps about whatever he found interesting or new anything he recently learned)

Barty only being soft and quiet and affectionate with Regulus is my Roman Empire

[linaofthemyscira]

White House Down

Pairing: Secret Service!Jason x Fem!Secret Service!Reader

Words: 881

Prompt: Duke Thomas, the President of the United States of America, is a huge target for the world. However, Jason Todd, one of the best Secret Service agents in the White House, doesn’t let President Thomas out of his sight. Then you come along, and let’s just say you’re a bit of a distraction. While Jason wrestles with your presence, the White House is attacked which throws his whole world off. Now Jason must work with you to save one of the most important people in the world and the fate of the United States.

Warnings: foul language

A/N:  I am SUCH a sucker for the secret service AU so here it is. Also, I’m unoriginal so I stole the title of “white house down” even though it doesn’t share the exact same plot as the movie. Lastly, this is a fem reader story, so read at your own risk. I felt it was appropriate for this AU, and you have a problem with this, then I’m sorry, just don’t read it.

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The only sound in the halls of the white house was the aggressive clacks of Agent Jason Todd’s dress shoes as he stormed to his colleague’s office. He hadn’t been informed of this change and, quite frankly, he was pissed. What the hell was Dick thinking? Not to mention he was winning an intense game of poker with the President, Roy, and Tim and now he had to deal with this shit.

“Well, Ms. L/N, after deep thought and careful consideration, I am happy to say welcome to the team,” Dick leaned back in his chair with a smile. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Really? Oh my god, Mr. Grayson, thank you so much! I promise I won’t let you down.” You stood up so you could shake Dick’s hand. Dick stood and grabbed your hand to give it a firm shake.

“I hope not. 4 years in the marines and 2 years as an undercover agent for the FBI really gave you leverage there. I think your squad leader will be impressed because I sure am,” Dick stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Who is my squad leader? Also, do I start today? Do I need to wear a special uniform? I brought an extra pantsuit just in case,” you started rambling. Dick gave you a soft smile and opened his mouth to answer questions, but he spotted Jason through his office window, approaching rather quickly.

“Well, speaking of your squad leader, he’s right there,” Dick nodded behind you just as Jason practically busted Dick’s door down.

“DICK!” he yelled.

“Language, Agent Todd!” an agent outside yelled at Jason. Jason ignored them and walked into the office, shutting the door behind him. You turned to face Jason, taken a little off guard at his grand stature and piercing blue eyes.

“Can I help you, Jason?” Dick asked calmly.

“Yeah, would you care to explain why you’re assigning a new member to my team?” he asked angrily. Ouch, that stung. You awkwardly looked down, figuring Jason didn’t know that it was most likely you.

“Because Kori is pregnant and you need a new team member to take her place,” Dick explained.

“She’s coming back!” Jason protested.

“No, she’s not. I talked to her and she said she was resigning,” Dick told him. You admired Dick for staying level-headed even with Jason yelling in his face. You wondered if Jason was always like this, so angry and uptight.

“What?!” Jason shouted.

“Jason, calm down. You can always visit her. Anyways, the decision is final. Lucky for you, you get to meet your new team member right now,” Dick clapped his hands together with a cheeky smile.

“Fine. Where is he?” Jason asked, looking around, completely ignoring you.

“She is standing right next to you. I’m [Y/N] [L/N], nice to meet you,” you finally piped up. Jason looked down and to his right, then did a double-take. No way. That could not be his new team member.

“No.” Jason turned back to Dick with a simple word.

“Hey! What is that supposed to mean?!” you snarled.

“Jason, give her a chance. She has experience, I think she could be a real asset to your team.” Dick told Jason.

“I’m standing right here!” you said, waving your arms to get their attention.

“She’s like fucking Bilbo Baggins. She’ll break in the next few hours, I bet you,” Jason slammed his hand on the table.

You were starting to get aggravated by Jason’s irrational behavior, especially because he was talking about you like you weren’t even there.

“Ahem, excuse me!” you yelled. Finally, both men turned and looked at you.

“Okay, I’m standing right here! If you want to talk about me like that, at least have the decency to wait until I’m not here!” you told them.

“And you…” you turned to Jason, “you have no idea who I am, or what I can do so before you start diminishing me and my skills, bring your incredible ego down a couple hundred notches and see what I can do. The last thing I deserve from anyone, especially my own squad leader,  is to be judged like that. So get that stick out of your ass and be a fucking leader.” you went off on Jason until you backed him up against a wall in Dick’s office. Dick was impressed that you stood up to Jason, but Jason himself was stunned, he didn’t even know what to say. He hadn’t expected you to tell him off like that, especially that early in your career. He had a newfound respect for you, but he still wasn’t happy about it. It didn’t help either that he thought it was hot, but he had to keep his dick in his pants.

“Okay. I’m sorry. You’re right. Let me show you around and introduce you to the others in our team,” he pushed himself off the wall and brushed off his suit jacket.

“Thank you,” you said and stuck your hand out for a proper handshake. Jason took your smaller hand in his big one and shook it. Dick watched with a small smile as you started leaving with Jason.

“Thanks again, Mr. Grayson!” you waved. Dick waved back and scoffed in amusement.

“Have fun!”

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[starlittragedies]

basically, marauders if they had discovered and went to therapy

You know what I want?

An AU where the marauders fix themselves.

See, The Marauders were canonically bullies who bullied Snape. I'd like to see an AU where at least Sirius fixes himself. It would be interesting to see how that would change the storyline of the HP universe.

I might write it myself....

oh my god you GENIUS!

That would be so cool! Because if the marauders didn't bully Snape, or didn't (potentially) belittle Peter, maybe things turned out differently? Maybe Snape could have saved James and Lily, maybe Peter never joined the death eaters, MAYBE Regulus never joined the dark lord - instead joining the order and helped fight against him.

The whole universe would just change EVERYTHING.

and do not get me started if you applied this to the Slytherin skittles as well.

[starlittragedies]

REGULUS IS CLINGY

i don’t care what anybody says, he is clingy !!!

especially when he was a baby, he could be compared to a duckling with how often he tailed sirius when they were younger. not to mention how often his room was left unattended on most nights after his mother sent them off to bed as he would sneak into sirius’ and then go back to his room in the wee hours of the morning.

as he grew older though he kind off rejected any physical contact, but he was still very much clingy. the only difference was he showed it through proximity not through touch.

you would catch him sitting by the black lake, under a tree with pandora just a few inches beside him, not close enough to be touching but enough to feel each others’ warmth.

you would catch him in the slytherin common room, curled up on a couch, the very same couch where evan was sitting at.

you would catch him during feasts in the great hall, sitting so closely to barty (but still have a bit of space between them) at the end of the table that he could almost fall.

you would catch him in his advanced classes with dorcas where he sits a bit closer than you would normally expect a student to do so.

his friends all know this but they never bring it up, regulus is too much of a prideful git to admit it. if they do bring it up, regulus pulls an odd explanation then gets frustrated because he doesn’t even believe it leading him to avoid any sort of proximity to the group (as the sulky boy that he is).

[army-author]

Tell six random facts about yourself and pass it on to ten of your favorite blogs 💕

First of all: awww thank you, sweetie! 💕

Second of all: here are six random facts about myself:

I still have a difficult time telling left from right

I’m slightly addicted to coffee

I can drive (very badly, see fact number 1)

I can roll my tongue

My family lived in America when I was younger, but I have no memories of my time there since I was so little

I have incredibly cold hands (it’s literally the only thing anyone will comment on anytime they touch my hands)

[starlittragedies]

regulus has freckles, james has dimples !!! I WILL DIE ON THIS HC

[starlittragedies]

i read a fic a long time ago where barty was italian (we love italian barty on this blog !!!) and he gives nicknames to everyone he likes and I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE WITH IT.

he calls regulus tesoro/caro, pandora piccola, evan amore/rosa/fiore, and dorcas dolcezza.

i also think that it pisses his friends’ partners (more specifically james and marlene).

james has always been a little jealous fella but it goes beyond when its barty we’re talking about (its kinda barty’s fault). the bloke can’t stop himself from taunting james by saying things like “i had regulus first” or “did regulus ever tell you about the summer of fourth year?”. so him having a nickname for darling regulus just sets james off more.

but marlene…

oh sweet marlene’s reasons are quite different. she gets irked by it because she DOESN’T have one. when she and dorcas had dated for a good amount of time and she was introduced to the pantheon barty quite liked her. she was funny, always kept it real, and kept his wits about him.

he treated marlene (to some extent as he would say) as a good friend. she would have had her nickname given by now but being as she is considered as a friend by barty crouch jr. it would mean that she had to deal with him being a little menace to her life as all his friends do (a good example of this would be regulus who somehow will always find that one of his socks will be missing its pair). and the form of her little minuscule personal hell served by barty is NOT getting a nickname and just being called “mckinnon” for the rest of her days.

[starlittragedies]

the gryffindors loved their common room as well as their dorms but when they got to visit the snake den (due to their slytherin partner) i bet you that they wouldn’t want to leave.

because wdym the slytherins have a glass view of the great lake???

wdym they have satin sheets and velvet couches???

WDYM THE SLYTHERINS HAVE THE BEST FURNITURE & THE BEST ROOMS???

the only true downside was that the dungeons were very cold, but that isn’t a problem for the slytherins and their counterpart gryffindors ;)

[starlittragedies]

if u ask me about moonwater with trans!regulus i would say that its funny how people made hcs that they would find out about each other’s secret because its their time of the month

but if u ask me on a deeper level i would tell you that whether it be romantic or platonic these two would immediately find comfort in one another… the scars (emotional and physical), the belief they aren’t worthy of love, the feeling that they aren’t who they are, the feeling of hiding their true selves because people will see them as “monsters” in society. no one, even their closest friends, will ever get to understand them as much as how they understand each other

[starlittragedies]

you know what makes me sick to my stomach? its the fact that people say when you wish upon a star you’re a million years too late… it’s because the stars that you wish upon are millions of lightyears away meaning by the time you see it in the night sky it’s probably dead.

and maybe just maybe during 1977 james wished upon the stars to bring him his star back into his arms, during 1979 sirius wished upon the stars to give him his brother back but what they didn’t know was the star was dead… and so were their dreams.

[starlittragedies]

a lot of people have ideas on what regulus would do after school in another universe. some people think that he would be a teacher, a potioneer, or a author.

personally though, i see him becoming a healer. i think it has something to do with his childhood (surprise surprise). sirius always took his punishments and would often rile their mother up more just to spite her leaving sirius, more often than not, either with broken bones, bruised, bloody, or in some cases all of the above and regulus (being guilty as sirius took HIS punishments) would patch him up as he hates seeing his older brother hurt.

this doesn’t only extend to sirius though. he hates seeing anyone he cares about hurt, so when they are hurt he’s there to patch them up.

barty got into a fight and has a bloody nose? regulus will patch him up.

dorcas got a little bit into quidditch practice and somehow ended up with scratches and bruises? regulus will patch her up.

evan getting one of his dissection escapades wrong and had managed to cut himself? regulus will patch him up.

pandora’s walking down the halls barefoot and had managed to get splinters and in one occasion glass on her feet? regulus will patch her up.

james getting bumps and bruises from constantly running into things when he’s not wearing his glasses (which happens quite often)? regulus will patch him up.