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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months

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Hey! I love your writing! I swear I feel like I’ve read Avery thing because it is so good🫶 I absolutely love the way you write the boys and their personalities, truly my favourite!

I was also wondering if I could request a fic? Feel free to ignore. But can I request a poly! Marauders comfort fic kind of based on my day rn😭today I had to get glasses after sooo many years of not needing them. And I bough a pair but hate the way I look in them. Came straight home and cried about it, which turned to not feeling good enough in general.

Hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting! i'm so sorry that happened, i hate my glasses too. i hope you are feeling better, you're absolutely gorgeous and glasses can't change that. gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: insecurity, swearing

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You were staring into the mirror, switching between taking your new glasses off and putting them back on. When you took them off, your head began throbbing and your vision blurred. When they were back on you winced painfully at your appearance in the mirror. A mix of insecurity over the way the frames looked, and the new clarity you had in seeing your face. It was like putting the glasses on had opened a Pandora’s Box of insecurity. Now, no matter if they were on or off, you couldn’t stop picking apart your face.

You set the glasses on the counter, scrubbing your watery eyes with the heel of your hand and wishing you never had to see yourself again. Remus found you in the bathroom, face pinched painfully and sniffling as you covered your eyes.

“Dovey,” He said, fear creeping into his tone. “What’s happened, huh?” He shuffled over to your side, spinning you around to face him. His large hands were braced on your shaking shoulders as you hid your face in your hands and whined in a way that made his heart clench. He went to pull your wrists away from your face, which was when you spoke up.

“No, no.” You held fast, keeping your hands firmly in place.

“Are you hurt? Why won’t you let me see you?” This whole situation was clearly making your usually calm boyfriend's head spin. He was at a loss, not wanting to become aggressive and scare you more, but also needing to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. He settled on tucking you into his chest and cradling the back of your head as you cried. You sniffled sadly into his knit sweater as two sets of feet padded across the carpet, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Fuck,” Sirius said. Remus would’ve scolded him, if it hadn’t required him to pull away from you. “What’s going on?” He placed a hand in the middle of your back, eyes roving over you for a source of pain. James was equally distraught, but he handled this kind of thing best. He had a way of pulling guarded information out of people.

“Baby, what’s got you crying so hard?” You lifted your face from Remus’ chest, still looking down to shield yourself. Remus tried to tilt your chin up, but you were being unusually stubborn.

“Let me look at you.” Remus said, knocking his knuckles under your chin. You just shook your head. James turned you so all three of the boys were in front of you and tried to make you look up again, but you held fast and James was too scared of hurting you.

“Why won’t you let us see you, sweetheart?” James probed. Something in his gentle tone just broke you further, making you want to spill your guts. You relaxed enough for James to make you look up, red-rimmed eyes and glossy features making him want to cry as well.

“Baby,” Sirius gasped. You breathed as deep as you could, trying not to cry worse as Remus used his sleeve to wipe at your wet cheeks. You were doing okay, until a wave of pain ripped through your head, making you grab your temples and whine. James cooed, familiar with the feeling and reached for your glasses.

“No, I don’t want them.” You choked, miserably.

“You’ve gotta wear them, lovely. Or your headache is jus’ gonna get worse.” He smoothed your hair away from your face, but you still wouldn’t let him put them on you.

“Why don’t you wanna wear your glasses, baby?” Sirius questioned.

“I hate them, they make me look so ugly. Like a fly or something.” You cringed wetly. Remus inhaled sharply, grabbing you to hold you again.

“Is that what's made you so sad?” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as you nodded against his chest. James pouted, wanting to cry.

“Wait,” Sirius cut in, sounding incredulous. “Is that why you wouldn’t let us look at you too?” James looked shell shocked and Remus’ face was pinched. You nodded again.

“Sweetheart,” James pulled you from Remus’ grasp to have you look at them. He held your face, looking at you with too much love as we wiped your cheeks again. You were still wincing, uncomfortable from all the attention. Sirius turned your face to see him.

“You’re breakin’ our hearts, sweet thing.” He smiled sadly at you. “Can’t believe you would think that.” He stroked your jaw with his thumb, pity covering his features. James let you go so that Sirius could have his turn loving on you. He held your gaze, letting his fingers roam over your features. “My baby, you’re so pretty. So, so fucking pretty. There’s nothing you could do to make us think otherwise. No reason to ever have to hide yourself from us.” He glanced over to Remus, wordlessly asking for the glasses. You tried to shrink away, but you were stopped by his hold on you.

“You’re gonna hate them.” You warned, giving up on winning this battle. Remus scoffed.

“You really think some glasses are gonna stop you from being gorgeous?” He asked like you were being silly. “Do you think that James is ugly? Do you think that we think James is ugly?” He looked at you accusatory.

“No! Of course not!” You looked at James, floundering to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He just smiled at you reassuringly, placing a hand on your shoulder to placate you.

“See, if you can love me with mine, then hopefully you can see that we love you with yours.” James rubbed your back as Sirius slid the frames onto your face, leaning forward to kiss your nose.

“See? Absolutely gorgeous.” The pale boy praised. James turned you to face him, eyes swelling with fondness as he grabbed your face in his hands.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “I love them!” They had all known that you were getting glasses, but they hadn't seen them yet. You shied under his love. “You look so fucking precious.” He cooed, turning your face to let Remus see. “What do you think, Moons?” He leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Perfect.” Remus smiled softly, making your own spread across your face.

Maybe they weren’t so bad.

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Safe with us… (part 1)

Tonowari, Jake, aonung, lo’ak, neteyam x metkayina fem reader. (Everyone is aged up of-course)

Warnings: heavy mentions of sex, oral, breast play, praise kink light cursing.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

Among the rituals , and rules of the Navi, there was one that was almost forbidden to talk about. This ritual was brought back by all of the male leaders of clans across pandora. The leaders came to a mutual agreement that the ritual to becoming a woman was very important. Among the many votes were Jake and Tonowari’s.

The ritual was simple:

After a girls 18th birthday, The leader of a clan, and his son(s), would turn her into a woman, essentially breaking her in for her future mate.

Unfortunately, the ritual came back in order a month before your 18th birthday, making you the first young girl in this generation to experience it.

“Are you nervous?” Your friend asked, nudging her head in the direction of Tonowari and Aonung as they ate their dinner across the beach. You glanced at them briefly, feeling butterflies in your stomach. Aonung wasn’t a problem for you. Tonowari, on the other hand, made you nervous. He was there at your first breath, and you and Aonung grew up together.

“Very much so.” You chuckled, eating your fruit as you watched them from a distance. Your eyes danced over the crowd of people, all the way over to Jake and his family. You chuckled, entertaining the idea of the ritual being with them. If you were Omatikayan, then Jake, neteyam, and lo’ak would have their way with you.

“Hey, since Jake and his family are technically part of the Metkayina clan, wouldn’t they have to join Tonowari and Aonung?” Your friend asked, pointing in between the two families. Your eyes widened, and you instantly started to sweat. The IDEA of it was fun, but the reality of it was very scary. 5 men having their way with one girl was frightening for you. You’d had sex before , but nothing compared to what you were about to experience.

“I-I don’t know.” You stuttered looking down into your lap. “Well, Tonowari is coming over here now. Maybe you should ask him.” Your friend smirked, nudging your shoulder. Your head snapped up at Tonowari’s towering figure.

“Come, y/n. I have some people I would like you to meet.” He smiled, holding his hand out for you to take. You smiled nervously, grabbing his large hand as he pulled you up.

“Umm, sir?” You asked as he walked you across the beach, his hand engulfing yours. He looked down at you, lifting an eyebrow as a signal for you to speak.

“I-umm. About tomorrow…I just have a question.” You muttered hesitantly through shaky breaths. He nodded, chuckling to himself.

“Ah, yes! Tomorrow is a big day for you. Are you ready?” He asked, looking down at you briefly, waiting on your response. You sighed, looking out into the ocean.

“I-I’m just nervous. Is it just going to be Aonung….and you?” You asked nervously, looking up at him. He pursed his lips, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Toruk Makto and his sons will be joining us. There are 2 clan leaders here now.” Tonowari spoke, letting your hand go to caress your back. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you swallowed thickly.

“S-Sir, I-I don’t think I ca-“ you stuttered before Tonowari cut you off.

“Do you think I would let anything bad happen to you? Huh? We will all be gentle.” He answered softly, snaking his hand around your shoulder, rubbing it gently. You were conflicted; you knew Tonowari would take good care of you, but this entire situation had your heart beating out of your chest.

“JAKE!” Tonowari yelled when he saw him and his sons. Tonowari waved his hand at them, signaling for them to come over. All three of them stood, making there way over to you and Tonowari.

“Don’t be nervous, honey.” Tonowari bent down to your ear, holding you closer to him. You sighed, before nodding your head frantically.

“Tonowari! How are you?” Jake walked up, his sons trailing behind him. “Good! Good!” Tonowari started.

“I wanted you all to meet y/n! The first girl in her generation to participate in the ritual.” Tonowari smiled down at you, rubbing your shoulder as a way to comfort you. You stepped back a little, wrapping your arms around Tonowari’s waist, hiding your face in his side. He chuckled, rubbing your dainty arms.

“She’s a little shy.” Tonowari whispered. Lo’ak and Neteyam Watched you intently. Neteyam felt bad that you had to go through this while Lo’ak was just brainstorming different positions to put you in for tomorrow.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Jake smirked, walking towards you. “Don’t be scared, babygirl. I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” Jake spoke softly, pulling you towards him. You looked up at him with doughy eyes before he pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m gonna take real good care of you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” He smiled, caressing your long, free flowing hair. His touch was warm, yet hard; A balance between warrior and protector.

“Come here boys! Meet y/n.” Jake shouted behind him, still caressing your head. Neteyam and Lo’ak walked up to either side of him, staring down at your small figure.

“She’s shy, so don’t SCARE HER. I’m talking to YOU specifically, Lo’ak!” He commanded, stepping back from you to let his sons get a turn.

“Hi, I’m Neteyam. It’s nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.” He smiled weakly. “y-yeah, me too.” You stuttered, swaying from side to side nervously.

“Can I hug you?” He asked, extending his hands out. You nodded, walking into his embrace. He hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head.

“Do not worry, I will take my time with you.” He whispered in your ear, caressing your lower back.

“Yeah, enough with that bro!” Lo’ak chuckled, prying Neteyam off of you. “Wassup, I’m lo’ak. It’s really nice to meet you.” He winked, grabbing your hand to kiss it. You giggled, hiding your mouth behind your hand. He pulled you in for a hug, bending down to your ear before speaking.

“Listen, umm. I know this is all new, and you really don’t know me. But you’ll want to know more when I’m done with yo-“ lo’ak smirked, being cut off by Neteyam.

“OKAY OKAY!” Neteyam shouted with a nervous smile, coming in between you two. “Umm…how about we go for a walk. Get to know each other more, yeah?” Neteyam asked, nodding his head as he took both of your dainty hands in his.

“That is a great idea! Make her more comfortable.” Tonowari spoke happily. “Yeah, good idea boy! You kids go, be back before eclipse!” Jake spoke sternly, shifting his eyes between lo’ak and Neteyam.

“Let me know if these two knuckleheads give you a hard time. Okay, babygirl?” He smiled at you. You nodded in confirmation before Neteyam pulled you away, lo’ak trailing behind.

You guys had walked 10 minutes into the forest before stopping at a rock in the clearing.

“So, when was your birthday?” Neteyam asked, lifting you up on the rock, standing in between your legs.

“About a month ago.” You nodded,smiling weakly. “Shittt, so you’re a FRESH 18.” Lo’ak chuckled walking over to stand next to Neteyam.

“h-how old are you?” You asked, shifting your eye contact between the two boys.

“20” lo’ak spoke.

“21” neteyam said after.

“So probably way more experienced than me, huh?” You giggled, leaning back on your hands.

“you’ve never had sex before?” Neteyam asked hesitantly, realizing that it might’ve been too personal to answer. “Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean t-“ he shook his head before you cut him off.

“No it’s fine. Only one time.” You smiled up at him, fiddling with your fingers. “Mmm and how was that? Did he make you cum?” Lo’ak asked, grabbing your fidgeting hand. Neteyam snapped his neck at lo’ak, shooting him the deadliest glare.

“You don’t have to answer that if it’s uncomfortable for you.” Neteyam spoke softly, caressing your thighs.

“Oh please, let’s be real! This little question is the least of her worries.” Lo’ak spat, turning back to you with a raise eyebrow, waiting for you to answer his previous question.

“The feeling was….ok.” You giggled nervously, looking down into your lap. Lo’ak and Neteyam turned to eachother, smirking before turning their attention back to you.

“Really? Just ok?” Neteyam asked, placing his hands on either sides of your thighs, leaning alittle closer. Lo’ak swiftly jumped on the rock, squatting down behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging them gently. You bit your lip, shutting you eyes. “I’m gonna make you feel so good tomorrow, baby.” Lo’ak whispered in your ear before Pecking your neck.

“We don’t want you to worry that pretty little head of yours. You’re safe with us.” Neteyam spoke softly, bringing your hands up to his lips for a kiss. Something about his eyes made you melt, made you feel that you could trust him. “I trust you.” You smiled lightly, indulging in intense eye contact with him.

“Let’s get you back before eclipse.” Lo’ak sighed, kissing your shoulder. Neteyam nudged his head, signaling for you to come on as he walked away. Lo’ak swiftly got off of the rock to stand infront of you. He turned around, signaling for you to hop on his back. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping on his back.

“Comfortable?” He asked with a slight smirk. You chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Very.”

The boys walked you back to your hut for the night, and you got ready for your big day tomorrow before going to sleep. You woke up very early the next day, going to the secluded pond for a shower, and coming back to your hut to get dressed. You had a light breakfast; one banana fruit with a cup of water.

You decided that it made the most sense to wrap your hair in a top bun, and to wear as little cloths as possible.

You sat on your cot, waiting for Aonung to come get you. As time went on, you go more nervous. On one hand, you just wanted to bite the bullet and get this over with. On the other hand, you just wanted to play dead so that you didn’t have to participate.

“Morning, y/n.” Aonung smiled, leaning on the door frame. You snapped your head up at him, shooting him a nervous smile. The time was finally here, and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Goodmorning, Aonung!” You spoke, getting off the cot to walk over to him. He eyed you up and down, taking in your rare choice of hair and clothing for the day. “New hair?” He asked, pushing himself off of the wall to walk closer to you. “I thought it would be fitting for the situation.” You chuckled, crossing your arms.

He nodded, putting his hands up in surrender. “You look great. Brings out the features in your beautiful face.” He smiled, caressing your cheek before grabbing your hand.

“But I’ve got to ask. What do you have on, my love? You must want me to take you right here. Huh?” He asked, spinning you around to scan your body.

“Easier access.” You spat, looking down at your attire. “Oh yeah?” Aonung asked, bringing you closer to him by the small of your back.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to Aonung. You two had grown up together, and you were training to be the next Tsahik. You two were a match made in heaven.

The tension was so strong between you two at this moment. You didn’t even care about the others, you just wanted him, right now…

“Mmm shall we?” He asked, lips slightly parted. He held his hand out for you to take, and you obliged as he guided you out of your hut.

The walk to Tonowari’s hut was…quiet. There wasn’t much to say about this situation. You just wanted to get this over with.

You two made it to the hut before Aonung stopped you, turning you around to him. “You’re gonna be fine. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to.” He spoke, rubbing your shoulders firmly. You nodded your head, holding his waist before pulling him in for a hug. He caressed the back of your head, hugging you tightly.

“You ready, my love?” He sighed, pulling you back. “I guess so.” You looked up at him, fiddling with your queue. He chuckled, pulling you by your shoulder, walking into the hut.

To your surprise, Jake, Lo’ak, and Neteyam We’re already there. Everyone was waiting for you. “Goodmorning, babygirl!” Jake shouted from across the room, walking over to give you a bear hug. His hugs were become your favorite thing, as you laid on his chest with your eyes closed.

“Morning.” You smiled, interlocking your hands around his waist. He pulled you back to take in your appearance. “I like it a lot, little one.” He spoke, nodding his head. You giggled in response, turning around to see Aonung shutting the hut door behind him, locking it up.

“Y/n! Come sit!” Tonowari smiled, tapping the wooden table he stood next to. Jake gestured for you to walk infront of him, simply so he could get a better look at your ass. Like father like sons, Neteyam and lo’ak watched you sway your hips as your tail wagged slowly behind you.

You jumped on the tall table, sitting with your legs slightly parted as your feet dangled. Jake took his place on the other side of the table , gesturing for his boys to stand at attention, as well as Aonung. The three of them stood next to eachother, burning wholes into your small frame.

“So, we are going to get started right away. y/n is the first young girl in this generation to participate in the ritual.” Tonowari started, gesturing calmly to the boys.

“Right, so we want to make her as comfortable as possible. So try to take it easy on her….LO’AK.” Jake spoke, snapping his head to his youngest son. Lo’ak rolled his eyes, essentially fanning his father off.

“To ensure that you are alright during this process, you are granted the permission to come up with a safe word. What will it be, honey?” Tonowari asked, rubbing your back as a way to comfort you.

“Umm, pandora? Is that a good one?” You asked unsure, shifting your head between Jake and Tonowari in confusion. They both laughed, looking down at you.

“It’s perfect, babygirl.” Jake chuckled, making you giggle alittle bit.

“So, Jake and I will show you different positions, and you’ll each pick your favorite one to do on her, and she has to cum or you didn’t do it right.” Tonowari explained with a devilish smirk. The boys all nodded in unison, still glued to your appearance. “Are you ready, honey?” Tonowari asked you, laying you down on the table. You nodded eagerly, ready to finally put this behind you.

“So, you can’t go wrong with missionary, it really allows you to see how you are making her feel. It’s very intimate, and it helps build a stronger connection with your partner.” Tonowari explained, pulling your tiny little loincloth down slowly. You shifted up, allowing him to pull it from around your ass. He threw it to the side, before talking his off. His huge cock sprung out, the biggest one you had ever seen in person. Your eyes visibly went wide, tail tapping the table underneath you in nervousness. Tonowari noticed you tense up, and he rubbed your thigh to confront you.

“Do you remember your safe word?” He asked, squatting down to be at eye level with your glistening cunt. “Yes, I remember sir!” You said in between shaky breaths. He nodded looking back at the boys.

“You always want to warm her up. Do NOT just skip straight to penetration. You want to loosen her up first.” Tonowari explained, shifting his eye contact back to you. He placed your legs over his shoulders before attaching his tongue to your clit, sucking it lightly. Your body jolted at the new sensation. You had never received before, you always just gave to your ex boyfriend.

“You ok, babygirl?” Jake asked, stepping to the other side of the table, taking your hand in his. You nodded frantically, not even being able to talk properly. Tonowari yanked you down by your thighs, completely devouring you whole.

“Mmmmm!” You hummed, bowing your back to the table. Your sweet moans filled the room, turning the young men on. They watched you in awe, patiently waiting for their turns to make you feel good.

Tonowari caressed your thighs as a way to calm you down. Jake held your hand, watching your sweet reaction to the pleasure. He watched your plump breasts jump with every sudden movement, licking his lips. He gently untied the knot in your top, letting your breasts pop out.

“Now, if you’re more of a breast man, you’re going to want to watch and learn.” Jake looked up at the boys before grabbing one breast, massaging it. You let out a loud moan, as the overwhelming amount of pleasure was starting to get to you.

“NEVER EVER squeeze them too hard, you don’t want to hurt her. Just a light massage along with a few licks to the nipple will do the trick.” Jake explained before attaching his lips to your nipple ,gently sucking it. That simple touch sent you over the edge, and you immediately came in Tonowari’s mouth. Moaning loudly and convulsing under his touch. He guzzled your juices before coming up for air.

“Next, you want to pleasure her through penetration. It doesn’t take much if you know what you’re doing.” Tonowari gestured, standing to his feet as he pulled you down closer to him by your thighs.

“Are you ready, honey?” Tonowari asked, rubbing your stomach as he probed your entrance. You nodded with furrowed eyebrows, desperately waiting for him to stretch you out.

To be continued…

I dont even know what to say lmfao, I’m so delirious 😂😂. I love y’all to death, and i expect that you all will be here for part 2😈🔞.

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months

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cruel - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 351

"He's just so hot!" Susan Petra all-but-squealed one day in the library, interrupting Regulus's peaceful studying.

It was a normal occurrence.

Susan had had a crush on James for weeks, now, and Regulus was forced to hear all about it, since she frequently gossiped about it in the library, of all places.

She even followed James around sometimes, going on to him about how wonderful he was at Quidditch, how smart he was and how great his bloody shirt was or whatever.

"She'll give it up eventually," Dorcas had told him diplomatically a few days ago, and Regulus had continued to bite his tongue.

But now, he'd had enough. He'd been quiet for too long. He moved from his spot next to Pandora, clenching his fists.

He walked up behind Susan and tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. "Ask him out, then," he said, his voice level.

"I-what?" Susan turned from her friend to look at him, looking quite surprised. Regulus didn't blame her, he wasn't sure they'd ever spoken in his life.

"Ask. Him. Out. I heard he's given up on Evans and he likes someone new. Now's your chance," he said, trying to sound vaguely encouraging.

Susan's eyes lit up and she turned to her friend to discuss this new development.

"Why did you tell her to do that, Reggie?" Pandora murmured as Regulus returned to his seat.

"You'll see," Regulus answered, returning to his reading.

"He likes someone else," a voice shocked Regulus out of his concentration the next day, and he looked up from his table in the library to see Susan hovering above him.

"Really?"

"Yes. He seems quite...smitten. He said he loves them," Susan muttered, tears in her eyes.

"Ah, well. Got to get over it then, huh?" Regulus said with a careless shrug, but he felt himself go red and his heart was beating quickly.

"R-right," Susan agreed, rushing away.

"Reggie, that was cruel," Pandora said, but she was giggling a little.

"Maybe now she'll get off my boyfriend's arse," Regulus sniffed, brain still whirling.

He said he loves them.

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lackadaisicallizard · 7 months

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Nicknames

“Can you pass me that book?” Regulus points to the text sitting next to James.

“Are we going to do anything more interesting today?” James’ voice is bordering on whiney as he passes it across the table.

“I told you I was studying. You were the one that decided to grace me with your ever annoying presence.” He opens the book and starts flipping through the pages.

“You know you love it,” James’ teasing tone isn’t at all subtle.

They’ve been playing this game for months now. The game where James flirts overtly and Regulus pretends that he doesn’t flirt back. Where they find excuses to spend time together. Where Regulus lets James interrupt his study session when it’s very clear he has no intention of letting him actually study.

“Come on!” There’s no reply from the younger boy who would look entirely indifferent if it wasn’t for the small crease between his brows that indicates that he’s not doing a very good job at blocking James out. “Reggie.”

He looks up then, eyebrows now knitted into a thick line. “No.”

A smirk. “What?”

“You are not calling me Reggie.”

“Why? Sirius does.”

“Sirius is my brother and incredibly annoying.”

James’ smirk turns into a grin. “Oh so you don’t find me annoying then?”

“I told you I did less than thirty seconds ago.”

“You’re such a bad liar.”

Regulus rolls his eyes in the way that makes James’ stomach do a little flip and goes back to ‘ignoring’ him.

James is silent for approximately five seconds. “You can give me a nickname if you’d like.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Seriously, you can call me whatever you want.”

“Noted.”

“You can even call me tonight if you like.”

That stops him. It also makes him look up and meet James’ eyes. “Really, Potter?”

James raises his eyebrows, smiling again. “Didn’t like that one?”

“You’re a walking, cliche.”

James laughs. “So is that a no to the nickname then?”

A pause. “I’ll think about it.”

—

A week later and James walks into the Slytherin common room.

“Potter, to what do we owe this honour?” Barty asks, not even bothering to get up from where’s he’s laying across Evan’s lap on one of the sofas, spinning his wand between his fingers.

Pandora is reading cross legged in an armchair and looks up with a warm smile that contrasts her brother’s suspicious one.

“Hi guys. Have you seen Regulus?”

“Let him out of your sight for once, huh?” Evan asks with raised eyebrows.

“Yes. Well, no- I mean. He’s not always-“

“Eloquent as ever, I see,” Barty laughs and Pandora shushes him.

“Oh stop it you two,” she looks at James, “he’s upstairs. Sometimes he needs to escape from these idiots.”

She shushes them again as they start to argue and they settle back down with a grumble.

James nods. “Right, well do you think he’d mind if I drop something to him? I accidentally took his quill from the library the other day and I’m not sure I want to find out what happens if he thinks I stole it.”

Evan shrugs. “He’s your boyfriend, Potter. Do what you want.”

Everything stops.

James can hear his heart beating in his ears.

Pandora’s smile has dropped. “Are you okay James?”

James takes a deep breath and nods his head, blinking so the room starts moving again. “Yep, all good. I’ll go deliver this quill to my… boyfriend.”

The word comes out slowly as James gauges their reactions, waiting for one of them to laugh at him, to laugh at their joke.

Instead they stare at him. “Okay…” Evan says eventually.

James doesn’t remember walking through the common room or up the stairs. He doesn’t remember knocking on Regulus’ door or opening it to find him sitting cross legged on his bed, book opened in his lap and beautiful eyes wide in surprise at the sudden intrusion. He doesn’t remember anything before the words that fall out of his mouth.

“Why did Evan just call me your boyfriend?”

Recognition appears in his eyes, then and his mouth curls up into a knowing smile. “You told me I could call you anything.”

“I was talking about a nickname, Regulus.”

“And?”

James has to stop himself from looking at the camera that’s surely filming him right now. This can’t be an actual conversation he’s having, surely?

“Boyfriend is not a nickname. It’s a thing.” He moves closer to Regulus’ bed as he talks, his words faster than usual. “It’s something a person is, it’s… romantic.”

Regulus blinks before putting down his book and getting up off his bed so they’re standing across from each other. “Thank you for defining the word boyfriend, Potter. And for the clarification.” His tone is definitely sarcastic but James has no idea how to respond.

“You’re welcome,” is what comes out. James kicks himself for it.

“So are you saying you don't want me to call you that any more?” Regulus’ facial expression seems neutral but there’s a hint of something else there.

“No,” the word escapes before he even realises he’s said it. “I mean yes. I mean-“ he stops and takes a breath before meeting Regulus’ eyes. They’re softer than usual. “Are you sure?”

Regulus hums before he smiles and takes a step forward, reaching out to place his hand on James’ cheek and momentarily causing him to stop breathing. “It suits you, you know? Your new nickname, I mean.”

James lets out a noise that sounds startlingly close to impatience before he finds himself leaning in, and then Regulus’ lips are on his and his hands are in his hair and he forgets any name he’s ever had for a second, a minute, an hour, an indeterminate amount of time before they pull apart again.

He’s smiling now as his heart beats quickly in his chest, and as the younger boy smiles right back James only has one question:

“So can I call you Reggie now?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh,” James pouts and Regulus rolls his eyes before reaching down to take his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I guess you’ll just have to settle for boyfriend.”

James’ eyes move from their hands to Regulus’ face. “Oh.” His voice is softer now, light. “I think I can make that work.”

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #I have no idea what this is #I haven't slept in three days #anyway enjoy some dumb gay wizards

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I have some 200+ questions about the story so far lol; I am on Retrace XXIII and I need some time to let everything sink in before I move on to the next arc; let me try to frame all my thoughts in a coherent and chronological manner (lol)

1] starting from Alice, because everything in this story seems to revolve around her: she was a human who lived 100 years ago and was murdered during the so-called Tragedy of Sablier with a pair of scissors. the current Chain Alice is only assuming her form and has no memories of her past (which she is trying to collect but I fear the picture they piece together won't be a good one)

after all (re: Rt. 16)--

because her memories were that painful.

I feel like the ‘twisted’ Alice is the actual, remnant spirit of human Alice that created both the dimension inside the musical watch and the one Cheshire is guarding, is also the one Oz met in Retrace I from the graveyard. tho, idk how human Alice became the Chain Alice. or, rather, in Break's words, which is the true version of the chain--is it the Rabbit or is it the girl?

2] Vincent and Gil belong to the same era as Alice. there is some time leap shenanigans going on with them, that's how they landed in the present (or, well, 15 years ago from the present). Gil got adopted in the Vessalius household (as a nine-year-old so 15+9=24) whereas Vincent in the Nightray one.

a minor point: how is Gil growing older with his contract with Raven whereas Break and Sharon stopped aging?

3] Vincent.....this man knows everything. literally everything. Please someone squeeze out the details from him, please. and he is involved (heavily) in the Tragedy, going by these two panels (Rt. 19)

(poor baby ;-; if I have to make a wild guess, either he was lured or brainwashed into this....and he immediately goes into defensive mode, claiming everything is 'that person' 's fault. who is that person? Glen? Alice? although he carried a pair of scissors with him and Oz follows after him, I doubt this pair and the one found near her dead body is the same. def a blind. but I won't leave it out of the options that Vincent did kill Alice)

something else I noticed during that mindscape of Sablier Tragedy is that Oz knows how to get to Alice. he knows the place that was destroyed 100 years ago. idk what to make of this but interesting. this means he must have been alive at that time (Jack Vessalius reincarnation route or something else?)

4] I thought Gil's fear of cats was played for the sake of gags but if it makes him freeze up in a fight against a humanoid looking cat--Cheshire, then it's a serious matter.

5] Cheshire might try to kill everyone in his territory but I am still gonna love him bc he is the cutest cat with the cutest bell that goes ring ring (even if it's for a little while, he made Alice smile while she was alive, look at him snuggled up in her arms)

plus I don't believe Break's words that the Cat is a ‘fanatical follower of the Will’ (Rt:15) and since the Will hates Alice, Cheshire must hate Alice too. I doubt Cheshire would want to kill Alice in any form. he is very loyal to her that even 100 years after her death, he is still here trying to protect the fragment of memory in his bell. he is still trying, in his own little catlike ways, to protect Alice from getting hurt from her painful memories and I just </3 </3

5] Sometime in the past, the Will of the Abyss plucked out Break's left eye and gave it to Cheshire. Why? plus again to my question: what exactly is the Will of the Abyss? What is its connection to Cheshire, Alice and Break? Why does the Will hate Alice? What does the Will want with Oz? and so on

6] Also interesting that here, it’s the Mad Hatter that takes Alice to the mad tea-party conducted by Cheshire Cat

whereas in the original story, it was Cheshire Cat that sent Alice the Mad Hatter’s way. Mad Hatter was not at all gracious to Alice during the mad tea-party lol

Talking of that, Break’s chain seems like some sort of nullification ability (Rt. 20)

aaannd.... Break wonders if the power of the B-Rabbit and that of the Mad Hatter is the same? Break vs Alice soon? But Break's body can't take much of his Chain's power so he will be the first to lose anw

7] Oz feels so strongly for Alice that he singlehandedly started to pull down Cheshire's dimension. In a way, both Oz and Cheshire are the same. they want to protect Alice by destroying everything that hurts her. Cheshire was even ready to go up against the Mad Hatter, against which he stood no chance, just to protect her.

8] Jack Vessalius..... is an enigma. He is hailed as a hero of Sablier, and he, along with the Four Dukedoms, put a stop to the reign of terror under the Baskervilles and saved the country from sinking completely into the Abyss and so on.,..

what I am more curious about is that he appears a lot in Alice's memories and her (the human one, not the chain) reactions to him vary from being highly pleased to be in presence to eagerly waiting for him to downright wanting to kill him. Is she mistaking Oz for Jack? Even Gil mistook Jack for Oz for the same shining golden hair, emerald green eyes. (Rt.17) But Jack was quite affectionate to her in those memories, patting her head and lightly scolding her (Rt.8), then why would she want to kill him? What is their relationship? do I want to know

9] after his speech via Oz's lips, the Pandora officials now believe that Oz is Jack's reincarnation after completing his 100 year cycle. means more burden for Oz to not only maintain the Vessalius House but also the image of Jack.

10] anddd I dunno how to feel about Jack's constant possession of Oz's body. It’s already happened three times now (Rt. 11, Rt.18, Rt. 21) Oz being a hundred year reincarnation of the hero is a bit iffy and cliche but ok, but to be able to ‘possess’ (for the lack of a better word) him every time something arises... if Oz is gonna be under the shadow of the celebrated Jack Vessalius all the time, he won’t have any character development for himself. Oz might try to rely more on Jack than becoming stronger by himself. (two souls possessing one body is only interesting and chaotic when they have opposing interests like Sukuna/Yuuji or Greed/Ling etc.)

11] Baskervilles are even more mysterious. What's their deal? Why do they want the Will of the Abyss? Why did they sink the capital city into the Abyss? Were they trying to make Chains out of the humans by forcing them into the Abyss? and why to massacre everyone? to make crests of blood, FMA-style? After the Tragedy, the remnants of the Baskervilles went into hiding and only came out now with Oz coming of age. According to Jack, they are preparing for a comeback by their master Glen who isn't actually dead apparently. ofc everything starts when our protagonist hits 15

12] The organization of Pandora is... sketchy to say the least. Among many other reasons, but primarily this (Rt. 9)

The members of Pandora too can make a contract with the otherworldly Chains, but apparently, legal. No Seal, no ticking needle, nothing. They get all the benefits from the Chains without risking their lives, which automatically creates a hierarchy of sorts, a kind of divide between the ‘upper class’ and the commoners who blindly walk into these contracts.

since I am guessing only the people from the four Dukedoms (Rainsworth and Nightray being two) get to make ‘legal’ contracts

the common people get lured into making contracts with the Chains at the promise of ‘ability to change the past’ and eventually, inevitably, failing (bc let’s be real, there’s no way you can do that by killing a bunch of people and even if you do get to change the past, only a hundred new problems will arise and so I never understand the prospects of doing that re: all of those time traveling movies)

and sinking into the Abyss or dying at the hands of the Pandora

—and watch over the other households (Rt. 13)

(I think Vincent is easily the most perceptive characters we have met so far. He could understand all the underlying politics among the noble families at the age of what? six? seven?

he agrees that part of their status was because of the four families' role in the Tragedy of Sablier but more because they got their hands on the Door to the Abyss. which is really interesting. because it means that the war (massacre?) from 100 years ago also benefited the 'heroes' in many ways. hmmm. was it simply coincidentally spoils of the war? or... was something else going on?)

well, anw my point is that’s for Chains that have already devoured people. But what about Oz and Alice? Oz hasn’t killed anyone nor has Alice eaten anyone bc (Rt.15)

Oz had no choice. He didn’t have any kind of greedy ambition to change the past, to save his business, save someone etc. etc., he just wanted to get out of the Abyss where he had been cast by the Baskervilles in the first place (which they are at again even after ten years)... and the only choice he had, to escape and escape from the mouths of the other Chains dwelling in the Abyss was to make a contract with the strongest Chain there– B. Rabbit. He is not at fault, he had no idea of Chains or Contracts prior to meeting Chain Alice, he did it in the spur of the moment to save his own life and no ulterior motives.

My question is: If Pandora does have a means to make legal contracts, why don’t they legalize the one between Alice and Oz? The needle’s already moved by two degrees (Rt. 20) and it won’t be long before he is pulled back into the Abyss, this time into the very depths.

Unless that’s what Pandora wants.

I literally don’t trust any of the adults around Oz and Alice (except for Gil. I don’t consider Gil as an adult) because Vincent, one of the top echelons of Pandora, is working with the Baskervilles. I don’t know if it’s just him or there are more working with the Baskervilles. (oh but it isn't like he is actually working with them. He is probably planning to backstab them when the time comes and capture the fifth door from them to get hold of the Will.)

#pandora hearts #read up to Rt. 23 #may-reads-ph #retrace ix #retrace xiii #retrace xv #retrace xvi #retrace xvii #retrace xix #retrace xx #i got some time to finally put everything into words #that was one hell of a ride read i am tired #my head is spinning with the amount of details and lore #the layers of deceit in this story is unimaginable #everyone has some sort of secret agenda and prying further a horrifying role in that traegdy #i wish at least one person is truthful but no #each one for himself huh #i have a lot more to add but this is all i can make out now #lol

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ok so i sent a request but im not sure if you got it bc it glitched for me

anywy its like the fic you did wherin reader and neteyam are twins and stuff and reader likes aonung and aonung likes her and stuff, and the main thing of the fic is that jake and neteyam (mostly jake) are protective of her like the "no boys until i die!" shi yk

anyway love your work xx

protective sullys

a/n: PLEASE, GUYS WE NEED JAKE’S DAD GIRL ERA PERIODT / i feel something’s not right in this fic, but i hope you guys still enjoy it 🤍

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the day your family arrived at the metkayina clan was one of the most beautiful and hideous days in the history

you guys were met with judging eyes and snickers from the people, while some gave reassuring smiles. you don’t know who to trust or where to go, but you hoped for the best and put on a fake smile to calm your siblings down.

but, neteyam being neteyam, he knows you too well. he sensed a feeling of uneasiness in your gut and he can feel it too. i mean, what do they say about twins?

while tuk held on to neytiri and jake, neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing gently along your marks, and whispering comforting words.

“it’s goin’ to be alright, y/n…, i know we can do it, sully sticks together, huh?” he was met with your snicker to his joke.

but…one particular eye caught your attention. the bluest and tender teal eyes amongst the crowd stared into your soul. you felt your legs trembling under his gaze, yet you stood tall. neteyam noticing him as well made an unwelcoming face toward the intruder’s view

“well, our daughter, tsireya, and son, ao’nung, will show you the way of our lives. treat them with respect and be kind to them, for they are like babies taking their first step,”

‘so…‘ao’nung’…huh?’

settling down in your marui wasn’t as easy as it was back home. the floors are bouncy, which tuk liked A LOT, and there is little to no privacy at all. you miss the pandora plants and leaves that provided shade and coverage.

anyways, life was starting to look better.

until someone had to ruin it again…that familiar eyes you know so well, yet to little. he was staring at you again.

the very first practice session your siblings and you received much unnecessary embarrassment from the metkayina’s teens

well, it would be fair to say that you received them the least. ao’nung is always coughing or changing the subject

“well, you know, freak, if you don’t have those five little fingers then-“

“ahem, where were we? oh, right, let’s go to the reefs over there, numnuts,” ao’nung pointed towards the sea with his real fingers. “last person’s a raw egg.”

without another word, he swam off into the sea. and unknowingly to you, a grownup teenager, you still fell for the stupid game every time. seeing your siblings beating you to dive into the ocean, you followed in quickly.

but it seemed like your attempts had been in vain. bubbles leaving your mouth, covering your views of the world around you. like heaven sent, his -yes you knew this color- teal marked hand clutched your body from drowning into the ocean floor, dragging you up to the surface.

“are you alright? i am sorry, so sorry,” he clutched your face in his arm. “are you hurt?” he grabbed hurriedly along your body checking for injuries.

“i- i am fine, no worries, thank you,” you smiled sheepishly.

“now, hold my shoulders, okay?” he guided you behind his back. “breath in…we’re going down,” you breathed your last air and your body was submerged underneath again.

while at the coral reef, he took an extra effort to stay close to you. neteyam caught on what was going on and he wasn’t happy about you being close to that teal freak. lo’ak definitely gave a side eye on ao’nung.

that simple act of kindness melted your heart by a little, even if you didn’t want to accept it.

to say that when jake heard the news of your possible death, he wasn’t the most friendly towards ao’nung. tonowari wasn’t the most glad either. (dads being homies vibe)

plus, the fight they had on the beach didn’t help the situation get any better.

“please! guys! stop!” you shouted as you ran up from the ocean, finding yourself with the sight of a tumbling ball of blue na’vis

your sight caught the eyes of one particular metkayina and a gulp in his throat. looking at your fresh of the water and hair sticking to your body he managed to croaked out, “hey…y- y/n.”

“neteyam! lo’ak! c’mon!” you insisted. without a second thought, you dragged them by their ears and kicked off a metkayina attacking their tails. “please, show us some respect and we’ll reciprocate them, sorry for them.”

you flicked your head back and turned away from them, making your way towards your marui. that sight caught one metkayina to get lost in his mind and a drool slipped down his lips. ‘man, he messed up real bad.’

but in the mist of the mess, the heart of the storm, was just a lover boy trying his best to retrieve his chance

jake and neteyam turned on their ultimate protective mode 110%

“never bother my sister, ever AGAIN. you hear that?” neteyam hissed against ao’nung’s face, adding extra effort to spat a saliva against his teal face.

jake would be so protective of you 😭

he would always remind you every morning like: “no boys until i die, understand?”

hugs you all the timeeee. when walking around the village, wrapping a hand around your shoulder is a must for him.

protecting you from the eyes of the boys is his first priority. (cuz, obviously, he knows what those boys thinks, because he was once like in their place 💀)

jake would always tell you to cover up 😭 (as if na’vi clothes provide any coverage-) but anyways, he’ll say like “wear a shawl over your shoulder, it’s hot outside.”

always asking where are you going and when are you gonna come back.

lying to jake about those stuff are useless, so you did what a good child would do: telling him that you are going to hang out with ao’nung

i am telling you that jake lost his MIND, “WHAT, Y/N, HONEY, NO, WITH HIM? WHY?”

but anyways, our consent king respected his baby’s decision and let you go, BUT was panicking so much.

“okay, honey, what did i tell you?”

“yes, dad, no kissing, no hugging, no mating, come back before sunset, and use the talkie-walkie if he does something weird,” you rolled your eyes. for sure you are not going to mate with some dude on a first date.

“you missed one…”

“no touching, right, dad, what do you expect us to do if we are not allowed to have physical contact, meditate?”

“right, then, meditation sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“dad!”

neteyam would kill for you without a hesitation. scaring some creepy dudes? easy

he gives out the best bear hug for youuuu

loves to comfort his siblings, especially you

jake is not much of a difference. he is super protective of his kids and you especially. his prized possession and the apple of his eyes.

being his oldest daughter, requires lots of sacrifice but jake’s affection for you is all worth it.

anyways, GOOD LUCK ao’nung, you need that. passing through the death valley with two demons behind your trail is not easy 💀

every time he comes to pick you up, he is sweating like a DAWG

“hello, mr.sully, is erm…y/n here?”

“well, where do you expect her to be? did you made a proper plan? son…, my daughter is not an object you could just pick up whenever you are bored.”

“yes, sir, we agreed to go-“

“ao’nung!” you called as you walked out. “bye, dad, love ya,” a peck on the cheek for jake and you’re off the marui.

“bye, sweetheart,” a smile for you and a death glare for ao’nung, pretty basic.

neytiri to the rescue, guyssss. she definitely have a soft spot for boys, and boys like *ahem* jake ao’nung.

she sees his effort for you and tries to persuade jake into giving in. and jake will be like: “pLEASE, no.”

but changing someone as egotistical as ao’nung to become more humble isn’t the easiest job. every moment, hanging out together, it was as if you rubbed his ego down step by step.

ronal and tonowari were GLAD. “please, y/n, tell us how you do it” 💀

ao’nung became the sweetest boy for you 🥺 *neteyam staring behind*😈

today’s a great day to treat yourself! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #imagines #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #ao’nung

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Hello, brazilian anon here! So I have been following criticisms of LO for a while now, and Psyche and Eros caught my attention in special, because their relationship is legit a racist trope commonly applied to indigenous people: Woman of color is put in a arranged marriage or pressured into marrying a guy from her village/tribe but "falls in love" with a white dude who "saves" her from her abusive and "uncivilized" family. Think of Disney's Pocahontas. This trope is commonly used to dehumanize non-european/anglo-saxon cultures and portray them as barbaric, and is rooted in colonialism and its direct heir, imperialism, as a means for colonizers to justify and sugarcoat raping and forcing women of color to marry them. So not a good look for Rachel.

OH YEAH IT IS

(you just opened Pandora's Box by mentioning Pocahontas around me LMAO)

It's even more egregious when you consider how Rachel changed the original myth from Psyche undergoing trials on her own to her ... being turned into a nymph servant for Aphrodite. Like huh. Is that really your final draft, Rachel? Have you thought this through?

I made a very spicy post about this like a year and a half ago and honestly I think it's still worth talking about because it's incredibly telling that Psyche had her entire story uprooted and replaced with a version where she's transformed into a non-POC character to disguise herself as a servant to a woman who's already racist towards nymphs. It's got that issue of "take the black character and transform them into an animal/other being that isn't black so that we don't have to have a black character onscreen for more than 10 minutes."

And yeah, you can tell how much Rachel is absentmindedly taking from Disney without challenging what those stories were portraying or asking deeper questions to get to the heart of their messaging. Pocahontas is rightfully panned for being a very white-washed version of a story that was written in the blood shed by Native Americans at the hands of colonizers. "Pocahontas" herself, even, was not some independent native woman who fell in love with the "one good white guy" on the boat, she was a teenage girl, whose life was spared but made worse when she was forced to travel overseas to be used as a prop to justify their continued actions in murdering and colonizing the "savages" overseas; she was then forced into marriage and had to carry the children of her captors, all while being treated as an exotic spectacle by the people around her who would undoubtedly kill her at the first sign of disobedience.

Her name was Matoaka. Her life and story is not something that should be romanticized. It's a tragedy and much of what instigated it is still alive and well today. She only lived to be 21.

I don't know if Rachel intentionally referenced or ripped off Pocahontas in Lore Olympus the same way she clearly has with Hercules and Beauty and the Beast. But it's incredibly telling in how she treats the racial divide between nymphs and gods and how she's twisted the Eros x Psyche myth into what it is that even if she did watch Pocahontas, she probably never realized how problematic it is at its core in the way that it's told.

In the original myth, Psyche is a woman who's meant to represent the fickleness of vanity - the loneliness it can make one feel to be admired and not truly loved, and the destruction that can be brought about in jealousy - and her pursuit in finding genuine love in Eros, a journey she travels alone, thematically with the rest of the story.

In Lore Olympus, she's an illiterate woman of color whose only purpose is to be Eros' wife, robbed of all agency so that she can be a trophy for him to earn, a test for him to pass. It's boring and really icky when you really peel back the layers of it with Psyche's character design in mind. Even when she finally does get more agency in her task to bring down Apollo - or at the very least, keep an eye on him - it's still at the behest of Zeus who gives her immortality not as a reward for overcoming the trials she set out to pass, but so she can be his errand boy. So once again she's not capable of doing anything motivated by her own best interests (especially when she already knows how dangerous Apollo is, why is she the one who has to follow this guy around?)

So yeah, no, not a good look at all LMAO

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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