#my marauders content has been lacking

[littleolfandomblog]

AO3 FIC REC OF THE WEEK: WEEK 4

Fic Name: Choices

Fandom: Marauders/Jegulus/Harry Potter

Author: MesserMoon (i can't for the life of me find their tumblr account. i feel like they have one but maybe ive just finally gone insane)

Word Count: ~624k

Chapters: 56

Summary: People make mistakes, but they also make choices. It’s important to James, that difference. He does his best not to confuse the two.

Personal Thoughts: I knew what is was getting into when I started a cannon compliant jegulus fic, but what the actually fuck. Truly the ugliest cry of my life. It's so beautifully written I can't stop myself from rereading it. This fic is like a curse. But also please read it because it's amazing and theres so much depth to all of the characters and it makes me so happy

[ruinofchimera]

I don’t believe I have to say such obvious things, but here we go: you can’t use whatever happened in Marauders fanfics as canon. First of all, you can’t seriously throw stuff at people that lacks the touch of the original creator, such as the book author, and expect it to be taken as original material. Write your own and go boss people around whenever you want. Second, you should make piece with the truth: no one in his right mind cares about ATYD, Crimson Rivers, or any oversimplified product of your imagination. Most viral Marauders fanfics not only lack connection with the canon, but they also mutilate the original content to the extent that it can be called a brand-new fandom. Let’s be honest, Marauders fandom, as it is now, uses characters’ names and convenient (for them) out-of-context details as a reference. They don’t care about the original lore, depth, sanity, etc. And that would have been fine if they didn’t intensively try to impose it on everyone by means of gaslighting and bullying. What is happening with the Marauders now can only be called parasitizing on a popular fandom in order to attract more people to their newly created, flat, one-dimensional playground that they call the MARAUDERS ERA. These “Marauders” have nothing to do with the original material and lore. And the worst thing is that the creators of this stuff refuse to take “no” for an answer when it comes to following their shallow “canon.” You can throw at them any amount of justified arguments, spell out passages from the book that contradict their little tantrums, but it would never work. The reason, as I said earlier, is that they’ve created a new fandom that has nothing to do with the Harry Potter Universe except for stealing names and world-building. Thank you for watching my TED Talk, haha. I couldn’t stay silent any longer—sorry (I’m not sorry, though).

[sideprince]

I've seen the same post a hundred times now. Sometimes it's a few days old, sometimes it's from years ago, but it's always the same. Some anti posts about how they don't understand how anyone can like Snape because he was so awful, and then there's a long reply that goes something like, "imagine this happens to you, and then this, and then this" to describe Snape's experience. Sometimes there's some James Potter hate thrown in.

Look. You can go through describing a character's entire experience but you don't really need to. Here's the thing that antis don't understand:

For all her faults (and they're big, bigoted ones) Rowling understood a really integral part of the human experience and conveyed it through Snape. Everyone needs love and to feel accepted. It's that simple. Snape became a Death Eater to seek acceptance (Rowling has confirmed this, though I can't remember the source - whoever wants to add it please do), because it was the only way he could find any.

Snape's understanding of morality, like everyone's, is subjective. Some readers understand this and some don't. When faced against a morality that says there is good and bad in the world, everyone makes choices based on their personal experience. Context is everything. Someone who experiences pain and suffering will not see the person inflicting it on them as moral. That's it. 'How can this person be good when they caused me so much suffering?' = human psychology. Most of the people who think 'I'm a bad person and deserve this' have been gaslit and abused into thinking so, because it's not a natural reaction - it's one that has to often be socialized into someone at a young age, exactly because it's not natural. Everyone is the hero of their own story; no one sees themselves as a villain, because they see the valid aspects of their own perspective.

You can write essays on how vulnerable people needing acceptance is what cults and fascists exploit to recruit vulnerable people, or on how the standard anti's un-nuanced reading of Snape both ignores canon and displays a disturbing lack of empathy or compassion, but at its core it just boils down to context. From Snape's perspective he experienced cruelty, therefore the people inflicting it must be cruel. Again, it's that simple. He was a person, like any other, except he was fictional so he wasn't even real. On the flip side is James Potter, who, for all his faults, didn't get to live long enough to get a chance to change and grow unlike Snape, and I think the Snapedom also needs to acknowledge that.

They're fictional characters representing things an author wants to say, not sports teams, not martyrs, and not all good or all bad emblems that define your identity depending on how you feel about them. It's depressing how much time is wasted arguing with bullies and trolls whether from the Marauders fandom or just random antis. I literally can't find more than three blogs to follow without this argument coming across my feed daily. I know the Snapedom is Not OK™ and that's kind why we're all here, and I know that my take is super unpopular but like Snape, I don't care what others think: this fandom has been having the exact same argument for years and nothing has changed. There's fanart and meta and fic and so much content out there appreciating this character, you're not going to change an anti's mind who's deliberately trolling in the tags, so why are you trying? What are you getting out of it? What does it give you? It's exhausting just scrolling past it.

[tiphprince]

So, apparently vague posting in every Snape tag possible because you got offended by a comment with one... *checks notes* explicit word is a thing now? Alright, I can do that too, just this once, because I don't like cluttering the Snape tag with bullshit content.

I'll say it again, and I don't care how many times, the Lily hate boner from Snape fans is disturbing.

I'm the first person to talk about how Lily failed in many aspects in her friendship with Snape, but damn. If we can stan a guy who joined a hate cult lead by a genocidal mass murderer and who spent around 15 years bullying children, maybe we can understand how a teenage girl may lack self-awareness and act petty.

Anyway, I'm not saying anyone has to like Lily, but as was the point in my original comment, tag your anti-Lily posts. And yes, a lot of people also do tag their anti-Marauders content, exactly so that they don't do like the Snaters that we constantly tell off who come on the Snape tags to bash him.

(To @sevilynne, who thought I wouldn't see their post: If you've got something to say to me, then say it directly to me, and don't post about it in four different Snape tags after you blocked me.

Also, please, you're 19. You tried to tell me to "know my place" because you think I'm 15 for some reason, even though I've been a Harry Potter fan for longer than you've been alive. Calm the fuck down with the theatrics.)

[rollercoasterwords]

Yes yes yes to all of your points about jegulus and the capitalism of fandom as a whole. I find the whole thing so interesting in a mildly terrifying way lmao

One thing I’ve noticed with jegulus on TikTok that I’ve never really registered seeing with another ship (tho I could obviously be wrong, thx algorithm) is that people advertise their fics in a way I’ve not really seen before in forms of countdowns and trailers pre posting. And yes be proud of what you’ve created, I am the biggest supporter of tooting your own horn but sometimes it feels a little… off to me. Like almost like people are viewing fic writing as becoming ‘content creators’ and trying to go viral with these pieces of work in the same way that art and TikToks goes viral. And with the marauders and jegulus in particular being such a TikTok heavy fandom (as you pointed out in your essay) maybe that’s why it’s more apparent, because a lot more people interacting with this subsection of the fandom have been ‘raised’ (for lack of a better word) to view the internet as a place where the point is to go viral and become well known, so to create art for the sake of creation is an entirely alien concept. So why would you not make a trailer for your story and post it half a dozen times to TikTok?

And then pair that with jegulus having fewer works than bigger ships which means that the ‘bigger’ fics are known and read by the majority, which ultimately means that people have a better chance of going ‘viral’ if they post a story with that pairing compared to wolfstar where the competition is higher.

I’ve never really kept a track of these fics that are advertised and hyped up before chapters are posted, but I would be interested in how many are abandoned if and when the author doesn’t get a barrage of kudos and comments, and the subsequent serotonin boost with it.

Sorry this ask doesn’t really have much of a point or direction, (and I’m not even sure if it even made much sense ☠️) it’s just something I’ve been noticing with increasing frequency recently and I was wondering if you had any thoughts, as you write your points and arguments so well!!

anon i literally want to kiss u on the mouth u brought up sooooo many good points!! yes i have so so so many thoughts about this maybe i need to make a separate post bc like....ive talked so much about the way that like. people interact as readers with the like tiktok/social media/influencer mindset but ive definitely seen it crop up with people who write fanfic too. and the thing is bc there aren't really cleanly delineated boundaries between readers + writers of fanfic (like....most of the writers are also readers, and many of the readers are also writers) it definitely comes from both sides.

i think for anyone who has like. internalized this mentality that art must be validated by an audience to be worthwhile and that you can only be Seen by turning urself into content for consumption it's very easy to approach fanfiction with a mindset stuck in a consumer economy. and like. that isn't a moral failing, because we are literally all being conditioned to think of any creative pursuit as something that is only worthwhile if it can be turned into Profitable Content. but i DO think it's important to recognize when we're falling into that mindset, because fanfiction is so antithetical to it. and also just like....i don't think any of these people who are approaching fanfiction with this underlying idea that they need to curate an audience for validation will be able to find deep or lasting joy, because if your primary motivation in writing is just to get as many eyes on it as possible, then like....idk. it will never be enough. there will always be someone with a more popular story, with more people reading it.

and like. i actually mentioned this in my little tiktokification essay that escaped confinement, and i got a bunch of responses of people in the tags or reblogs going "there is NOTHING WRONG with wanting to share your work and wanting people to read it!!!" and i was like...i didn't say there was anything wrong with it?? i said if your primary motivation in creating art is just to get as many eyes on it as possible, you probably will not find lasting joy in the creation of that art. so :/

anyway now i think i want to write another essay so thank u for that anon lmao

[fresiants]

I found a character poll on twitter few weeks ago and I can't believe so many marauder fans were shocked that Severus is more popular than Barty and Rosier.

this is honestly so depressing, but i know i shouldn't be surprised, the other day i too found a twt poll that put remus/severus and remus/regulus against each other and remus/regulus won by SO MANY votes! i wanted to drink a whole bottle of hemlock. i couldn't believe it. that rich twink doesn't have a fucking personality he will Never be as nuanced as severus as a character, or as impactful!

"Hide Kreacher, I'll do anything" "Kreacher? After all this time?" "Always"

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LAUGHED AT THIS, I CHOKED ON NOTHING 😭😭😭 i'm sure you're aware of people shipping regulus and james? before i stumbled again upon this abomination of a fandom, i was rather open minded to the idea of shipping anything as long as it's age appropriate, but i just don't have the patience for ships involved fabricated personalities where one of the parties involved's ENTIRE personality was snatched from My favorite character.

but its as you depict it! there IS a prejudiced and shallow component in the way people choose their faves, for the lack of personality and depth to not matter when the character is supposed to be "attractive". the whole "making snape to be ugly" always rubbed me the wrong way, for the poor and neglected kid to be bullied and antagonized, and everyone justifying it TO THIS DAY, favoring their rich, "supposedly conventionally attractive" main characters? from r*wling it shouldn't be surprising, but from everyone else to run away with it, justifying every ugly action from james or sirius, even lily? then they act as if they're any better than r*wling herself 🤡

i've been reluctantly into hp again for at least two or three months and every experience outside of the snape fanbase has been so exhausting. loving remus and find content of him that doesn't involve sirius or james or that doesn't misinterpret his character is also hard, i really can only trust snupin stans and absolutely nobody else 😔

I too found a twt poll that put remus/severus remus/regulus against each other and remus/regulus won by SO MANY votes!

Lol Idk if they did this out of spite but I found a huge ship poll with thousands of votes few months ago and remus/regulus was in bottom five. I guess they were upset that Snupin at least managed to be in top 20, while Snily and Snegulus were in top 10 lmao. Here's the link if you wanna check it out.

I'm sure you're aware of people shipping regulus and james

Ngl jegulus is just Wallmart jeverus with Walmart James. Idk how they got so popular in a short period of time. They have no interacting whatsoever in the canon lol.

favoring their rich, "supposedly conventionally attractive" main characters

Because they're shallow-minded and there's just no way to change their opinions. They are too deep in the fanfiction rabid hole they started treating it like canon. According to them, ugly people aren't allowed to make any mistakes. This is the type of discrimination we see in real life as well. I expect them to be better considering how they always turn their favs into gay feminist icons but well... I guess when they mention feminist, they mean ugly people exclusivity radical feminist.

Loving Remus and finding content of him that doesn't involve Sirius or James or that doesn't misinterpret his character is also hard

I barely follow any Remus' blogs/content creator anymore because whenever i search for them, at least 60% of them contain Wolfstar, while the other 40% MIGHT contain Severus' bashing. I'd rather stick and wait for Snupin shippers to drop more Remus Lupin contents. Well.. I guess some Remadora fans are fine but there's just too many Snaters out there. I'd rather take care of my mental health and not get involved with these people.

[thatflutegirly]

hello!

okay so this is a bio thingy bc ig people do that😂 🤷🏻‍♀️

hello there! I’m thatflutegirly!

my name is Lina Black! Lina is short for Alina, so you can call me that or Alli (two Ls bc it looks better 😂) but I go by Lina most of the time!

so I am a fanfic writer, well when I have free time which there has been a lack of lately

I have one story posted, that is currently one wattpad and i will post on AO3 soon as well

my username on wattpad is _alliswims_ and on AO3 is thatflutegirl_25

I am a big band geek, and if you cannot guess I play the flute, but I also play the piccolo! (which if you don’t know is a small baby flute) along with that I am a competitive swimmer on my schools swim team!

So my fandoms….

Avengers/MCU

Star Wars…all of Star Wars

Clone Wars

Percy Jackson

Harry Potter/Marauders

The Inheritance Games

Bat-Fam

Keeper of the Lost Cities

Hunger Games

Divergent

Narnia

Most of the content I reblog is Inheritance Games, Taylor Swift, and PJO…along with fun content from mutuals

So my tags are #lina’s thoughts, so things I say on like normal posts #alli’s mind, whatever random chaotic posts or reblogs I make when my adhd is running wild. and #lina’s asks, for asks

oh! I’m also a major swiftie!! my fav album rn is evermore fav song at the moment is…mine

[loserboyfriendrjl]

following on from your marauders fandom post (which was so good btw), another egotistical thing about the marauders fandom that I’ve noticed is how they really only talk about completed fics and stuff like that, like I think the marauders fandom takes mwpp content for granted and really only hypes up the best of the best. It feels like unless you write the literal marauders equivalent of the religious bible, the fandom pays no attention to it. Or unless you have god-like art skills you’re not gonna get much interaction. With unfinished fics, you basically get very little hype until they’ve been completed and overall, the fandom just feels pretty… cold?

I can’t explain it exactly, but it just feels like the marauders fandom has such high standards for everything and if those standards aren’t met, there’s not much hype or appreciation. I have a marauders fic which is fairly popular, but the last two chapters have received zero comments. I’ve come across a lot of marauders fanfictions in a similar situation of very little interaction and it honestly just causes so many creators to lose interest and motivation.

Not to mention the fact that the fics that do meet standards are treated as the holy gospel of the fandom. I know I can never compare to mskingbean, but it feels like if I don’t compare to atyd then there’s no point even trying to write because the marauders fandom just will not care. I think there’s a major problem in this fandom with latching onto one or two works and completely ignoring other creators.

oh, absolutely. this is the way i feel too. i understand, to a certain extent, why some people may choose to read only ginished fics (being scared that their favorite fic will be abandoned etc.) but, to me, there's something just so different about waiting for fic updates. i'm a sucker for wips, tbh, and i only read finished fics if i randomly stumble upon them. the thing is, most fics are wips at this time! all of the finished fics that you have read have been wips too, at some point!

and the same thing goes for fanart; of course, each to their own taste, but it's really disheartening to see the way some fanart get hundreds of thousands of notes (rightfully so, i don't blame them, their fanart is gorgeous) but these people have started somewhere, too.

people are driven away from this fandom because the lack of engagement with their content makes them think that what they do is not good enough and therfore they should stop producing content altogether.

and you mentioning that the fandom is cold... it's exactly what it feels like, if i'm being honest. there's so little interaction with maybe 90% percent of the fandom and a part of them is driven away because of lack of interaction, and the other part is driven away from too much interaction, which becomes uncomfortable, at some point, of people don't know how to not overstep boundaries.

and with the lack of comments, i also understand that. my most popular fic has a bit over 2k hits, yet it has... maybe twenty comments, aside my answers to them? which is upsetting, to be honest.

also, your last point is absolutely right. "latching onto one or two works and completely ignoring other creators" is exactly what is happening in this fandom, and it's, like o said, both disheartening to some, and uncomfortable for others.

[thereaderblues]

i would really like to see/conduct a lil experiment and have the opportunity to 'convert' a gay marauders fanfic to a sapphic one, and study the reaction. For example: take a very successful jegulus/wolfstar fanfiction, and convert it to a dorlene one. (I'm merely taking the example of dorlene here because I wanted to use one, but this can apply to every ship, and every fandom.)

The HP franchise and the marauders fandom are centered around (groups of) men (besides a few exceptions, the most important one being my wife Hermione) - the names being self-explanatory - so it seems logical for the fandom to cherish these characters more, and therefore to write, and read more about them. But because i'm a idealist who loves to dissect and deconstruct every little thing and think about how they could be improved, i would still like to know how much does people's (internalized) misogyny play a role in them not reading a fanfic; how much would people skip a work solely because of the gender of the characters, despite the work having good tags and an interesting plot/summary; how much would people dislike a female character for having a personality and character traits that have yet been loved in a similar character of the opposite gender. Say, if we took the dynamics, the tropes, the personalities of highly popular gay ship A, and reproduced them in sapphic ship B, would people be as obsessed with them as they would have been with ship A? Would they also become one of these 'legendary' ships now that we seem to be using the material that 'works' and create popular fanfictions? But wouldn't that also imply that, if yes, people then favor these characteristics that have historically been represented, valued in, and inspired by men? (a more rhetorical question here, as this has already been studied countless times and make us look at the question of standard and norm making in a patriarchal society - in which they also play a great role in defining what is 'cool' or not, among other things (it feels terrible to ignore these 'other things' which are not mere 'other things' at all, and... i should stop ranting and finish this post before the end of the year)).

I want to know if and to which extent people - and i also include myself in this - don't read about and don't feel interested by content centered around women because of this (internalized) misogyny, or because we also lack the writers and the content material - in the case of dorlene for example - even though very popular male characters also, just like them, have close to no mentions in the original work of the author etc. (the lack of writers also being linked to this lack of interest towards women).

Of course, I'm really just ranting here, and this would hardly be measurable, but I still really wanted to, well, rant about it. I really wish us women would love reading more about other women, and would be less strict, less harsh, towards female characters. It feels like we are slowly getting there and can imagine what the light at the end of the tunnel would look like, but we still haven't reached it at all, despite recent progress in the last few years.

Soooo yeah, that was my abstract ideas and idealistic thoughts of the day, it could be worded better but i hope those who will read this will understand the essence of what this jobless and thesis-less social sciences student was trying to express.

[otrtbs]

i want to go on a little rant (a good rant) about movies because I feel like you appreciate movies for some reason.

I love movies. And not in the cinematography/director type love (though that’s valid) I just mean that I love movies. I love watching them and settling down under a comfy blanket in cozy clothes.

my two favourite movies of all time is Juno and Perks of Being Wallflower and I think what makes them my favourite is because they’re made around the same time, the soundtrack slaps and they’re just genuinely good. like, I swear the first time I watched them both, I was levitating (and crying) because I was genuinely just sucked in.

like, no other movie even tops them (in my opinion) and no other movie has the same vibes. like, I wish everything had the same vibes. now that I think about it, I want a jily fic that’s like the movie juno.

Moving on, my point is, movies in our day and age don’t even come close to the 2010 era of movies. I’ll say it and I’m proud to say it. Sure, there’s been some great ones that kinda give off the same vibes (lady bird and booksmart are just examples.

(I also desperately need a Marauders fic that’s like booksmart)

Anyway, long rant, I know, but I just had to say it.

I love watching movies too! Perks of Being a Wallflower was amazing, the soundtrack was top tier !! (I've actually never seen Juno)

How you feel about 2010 era is how i feel about the 2000s. Moulin Rouge (2001) Pride and Prejudice (2005) The Notebook (2004) Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)>>> quality content !!

I watch movies for the aesthetic !! If it looks pretty,,, odds are im going to like it ,, even if the dialogue is bad,, or the acting is poor, or the plot is confusing or lacking something or unoriginal ,,, if it's pretty?? SIGN ME UP! that's all it takes for me to like a movie hahaha

Please feel free to come rant anytime!!!

[lunardeao3]

No, I won't post updates of Downfall until Sunday 4th of December. This is the reason why 👇🏼

I chose to participate to the No Post November strike alongside many authors in solidarity with everyone who has been the victim of censorship and harassment these past few weeks. I hesitated a lot before posting this because I didn't know if it was my place to speak up about the ongoing issue in the fandom or not considering I'm just a small author and thankfully I haven't been the target of anything as dreadful as this yet but also I think this isn't about popularity but humanity or especially the lack of humanity the fandom is showing towards authors. We are humans just like you, we are not robots and we definitely don't owe you anything. If I want to post 2 chapters in a week and then nothing the next week, then this is on me. Do not read WIP if you can't stand the uncertainty coming along with it because that's on you, not on me. I believe it shouldn't be normal to turn our hobby into something that it wasn't supposed to be in first place and pressuring authors into supplying the fandom with content. I consider AO3 to be like a little window to my mind, a little window behind which I allow you to take a look at what my brain made up but you can't touch and edit in no way. You don't have that power, this isn't your place to. This is my work and it belongs to me and in no way readers should have the right to have a go at me because I wrote something they didn't like. (And no, I am not talking about something harmful but about the plot of the fic, generally speaking). In my opinion, the issue is something everyone should address no matter how many hits they get on their work(s) because it is literally slowly killing the fandom. Now, more than ever the community should be united against the violence constantly thrown at the authors' faces. So many authors felt forced to leave the fandom the past months, so many left without even getting the opportunity to tell the story they had spent so much time building and sharing with us because of the unnerving amount of hate they received. The truth is: being an author in the Marauders Fandom — especially the Jegulus fandom — is honestly torturous sometimes.

As a smaller author I think it is important to address the problem because it also impacts me and my writing, my mental health and it ignites my insecurities to the point writing becomes harder someday and it is sometimes even a source of anxiety which is not okay. Writing is probably the best thing I have in my life and I hate feeling nervous about the reactions I could get depending on how people would interpret a chapter I wrote. It's not the common nervousness when you share something with a community and you wait for feedback, no. It's literally fear of being bullied over something I may have written because people don't know how to address issues, concerns or divergence of opinion without immediately getting hateful. I personally never have experienced anything too bad thus far and I truly hope it'll remain the same for a while longer but I've witnessed it too many times recently, it makes me sick to my stomach. I've seen bigger authors receiving death threats and hateful comments/messages during the past few weeks. I've also seen a sickening amount of people gathering to bully them online sometimes. This getting out of hand and this is absolutely awful.

What the fuck?

What truly astonishes me is that people are fighting authors about ridiculous stuff mostly such as headcanons, ships, characterisations (yes Evan Rosier can be a fucking sunshine or darker than a hurricane because the man didn't live during the Harry Potter era and we don't know shit about him, so any headcanons are valid as long as they're not harmful, no you can not tell me Regulus is too dark or not dark enough either because I am the one writing his character, this is my fic and this is how I perceive him so I'm just going to write him exactly how I want to and that's it) or the way they told their stories — which belong to no one but them.

The recent events made me feel insecure about posting during two weeks, I eventually posted but only because I love my fic and the story I tell so I wanted to share but this is getting impossible to ignore the elephant in the room anymore. The thing is that I hate feeling like I have to tiptoe around certain topics when I write. I used to write chapters for myself, they came out as I imagined them and now I feel pressured into censorship. You wouldn't believe me if I told you how many times I rewrite and reread a chapter before posting it just to make sure I wouldn't offense somebody and get targeted. I always try to diminish the impact of heavy scenes by avoiding describing them or only partially when I particularly enjoy descriptions and studying the complex feelings resulting from traumatic experiences. I believe those are important enough to be discussed — especially in a fic based on Sirius and Regulus growing up and going through literally hell. Yet I feel forced to carefully pick my words and to censor myself while describing those traumatic situations because I am afraid of how they could be perceived. If it was just about that, I believe it wouldn't matter that much but the thing is I use my fic to cope with my personal traumas (not in a very weird way but more like seeing those characters reacting to things I can relate to help me, I feel less alone with the struggles then) and I know that I am not the only one doing that which makes it only sadder to think our safe escape suddenly became anything but safe.

(Also, while I'm at it, let's take a minute to talk about Regulus please. What the fuck is wrong with people?? I have read so many fics before I began writing mine and I had never found one fic where the PoVs were from both Regulus and Sirius so I thought it would be cool to explore it the way I do in Downfall except I didn't expect the whole gatekeeping thing around Regulus?? Why would you do that?? I am sincerely confused as to why people decided Regulus had to be a certain way and this way only).

Anyway, I made the decision to participate to the No Post November because I believe our silence would speak louder than our words. Zar, Mots, Soph, and many other authors already tried to bring awareness to the issue yet nothing has changed, if anything it worsened. I believe going on strike could make a difference, I hope so at least because if that doesn't work then I am very pessimistic about the future of the fandom. Pushing authors out of the fandom is the biggest counterproductive thing to do for they're literally the ones keeping the fandom alive — them among any other creators sharing their content to the fandom. Also, I know this is supposed to be just about Jegulus but I made the decision not to post any updates for Renegade during November. I'll post the next chapter on the 1st of December and not before.

That being said, do not bully anyone who would decide not to join the movement, this is perfectly okay and their reasons don't need to be voiced. No one owe you anything, especially not an explanation as to way they decided not to participate. Anyone can decide whether or not they want to join, it's a personal choice which shouldn't be forced upon anyone.

Be gentle and take care of yourself 🦋

[legumelupin]

first: james

second: remus

third: lily

fourth: sirius

i’m not saying anything else

[whirlybirbs]

FEVER-DREAM    ;    echo/reader 

summary: echo is fine-tuning his new prosthesis. you have experience, you help. unspoken feelings are acted on. adoration blooms. you learn what mesh’la means.

word count: 3k

pairing: echo / f!reader

tags: mutual pining, lots of tender looks, victorian-era hand-touching sluttiness, echo is a gentle soul, reader is head over heels, a touch of ptsd mention, set on ord mantell, mention of our boy fives, in this house we love assistive devices, enough sexual tension to power the death star

a/n: this is me round-house kicking the bad batch writers in the throat because they made echo cosplay a droid — but, also because this man deserves to be treated as more than a means to a mission’s end. majority of you know i am ~bitter~ (understatement of the century) of tbb’s plot/design/writing. but echo has been a favorite from the original days... so have some very soft fic.

i reference character redesigns by @nibeul​ in this piece — please go peep them here, and some updated character spreads here! they’re really beautiful and add a phenomenal layer of storytelling to the existing designs that’s lacking. nibuel’s art and writing is lovely. please give them a follow — i can’t rec their work enough. 

“How does it feel?”

The words are nearly whispered; it’s clear you didn’t want to startle him, and Echo can feel the pinch in his brow soften at your sudden appearence in the doorway. 

His bunk, at the back of the Havoc Marauder, is small — the space itself even more so. There’s a makeshift partition, hooked together with spare parts and meant to offer a bit of privacy on the cramped vessel. Its slate grey color has faded, and the edges have become tattered in the cycles of use. 

When Echo pulls his dark eyes up from his work, you’re leaning against the frame — your expression is earnest.

For a moment, the once-ARC Trooper is quiet. 

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to your attention. Each and every time, it sends him into a spiral; his heart catches as he inhales and tries to push down the warm stir in his gut. The sight of you is enough, nowadays, to melt Echo’s well-maintained irritability. His attention is stolen from his ever-present pain, if only for a bit.

There are plenty of days where he misses the old him — the wide-eyed, eager ARC Trooper who had his brothers by his side. His real brothers. Hevy, Cutup, Droidbait... Fives. 

Fuckin’ hell, Fives was probably staring down at him now laughing. 

No matter what changes, you’re still shit with the ladies, vod’ika. 

In a way he hasn’t fully admitted to himself, you make him feel like himself again. Like... Like some shiny cadet, on leave and distracted by the promises of pretty smiles passing-by. It’s good.

This makes him feel... good. 

He flexes, and his right hand — the new, gunmetal durasteel cyberized-prosthesis — closes into a tight fist. It’s taken him a bit, but the feeling isn’t so foreign now. It’s still... slow. Slower than he’s used to, but you’d mentioned it may take some time. The phantom feelings get better, too. All in all, it’s a good thing.

Your own hand, your left, glimmers back in the same gunmetal color.

(Echo had never pressed you about the missing limb — not until one day, in Cid’s, you’d joined him in a quiet corner. You’d spilled your drink and a complaint about getting the star-cherry syrup out of the joints had slipped out. Echo had laughed; a real laugh, the sort that was so rare coming from him, it had you staring at him as if he’d hung ever star in the sky. 

Can I ask how it happened? he’d said, breaking the heavy silence when your eyes never left his.

The Pykes, you’d said, and that was enough.)

“I haven’t, uh... Haven’t gotten the sensory calibration right yet.”

Then, his prosthesis cramps. His fingers go rigid, and Echo curses sharply as he reaches around his forearm to quickly reboot the appendage. It goes slack, then hums alive once more.

You wince.

You’re slow to move into the room — and you settle atop one of the crates Echo had stolen from the belly of the ship, an old Mantell Mix shipping container. You’re mindful to set his datapad aside, to not disturb his space too much. Before you reach for his hand, however, you lift your chin and open your hands in your lap.

“May I?” you ask, just as soft as before.

Echo feels small under your gaze.

Truth be told, you’re doing more than just... asking. You’re taking him in — appreciating him. It’s a habit that’s grown more and more apparent to not only himself, but the others.

In recent rotations, Echo has let his hair grow out — not long, but the once close buzz he’d kept has begun to curl at the top. Not entirely dissimilair to how it was before the Citadel. The dermal implants, the ones the Techno Union installed in order to parse the nuerological data in his head, stand out against his warm-colored skin. 

His usual AJ^6-inspired headpiece is resting on his bunk.

That damn thing.

A neccesary tool. One that, given the amount of user data Tech had procured when working on modifying the implant, Echo found himself immediately distrusting. It wasn’t as if the AJ^6 cyborg construct had a beautiful track record, and frankly, Echo would like to keep his personality in tact, thank you very much. There were plenty of days he felt machine enough. 

It wasn’t often you saw him without the headset; you knew it made linking in via his scomp easier to handle, it made the visualization of data transfers as easy as breathing. For Echo, it was a part of his vast kit, an important tool. For you, seeing him without it bubbles up a bit of a smile.

Echo catches it.

His eyes narrow playfully.

He looks... well. You — hell, are there words for it? For the way the sight of him makes you feel? It’s like there’s a world full of potential there, a thousand words unsaid, and feelings that have steeped in the warmth of longing gazes and half-there touches.

You’re still looking up at him, knees bent on the crate.

You blink, realizing you’ve been caught staring — not for the first time and certainly not for the last. In the beginning, it had left a sour taste in Echo’s mouth. But, now... Well, it stokes a sort of pride in his chest that he hangs onto. 

It never gets easier to recover from — certainly not when Echo smirks. He moves to allow you to take his prosthesis into your lap. The gesture is gentle; your fingers cradle the firm yet pliable metal.

“What?” he asks. His voice, low and rough and warm, is tinted with amusement.

“Nothing,” you say vaguely with a shrug — as if that’s supposed to explain any part of your enamored stare. Your attention moves to the prosthesis.

“Nothing?” he asks, moving to thumb his left ear with his free hand with a dash of nervousness. A habit. Echo tilts his head as his fingers brush the cochlear implant there. The panel rests neatly against the side of his head, a small rounded-off square. The bite of self-consciousness has dwindled around you — but still, it creeps back up every now and again.

The Corporal’s brows knot playfully as you turn his new hand over in your lap; you’re admiring the upgraded feel, the more seamless panelling in comparison to your own. Echo watches your lashes flutter in silent thought.

Then:

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

You blink slowly at the hand, swallow down your sudden sheepishness and ignore his gaze. You bite back the smile digging into your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks suddenly, and you look up.

A baited trick. He’s smiling. 

The warm sort — the sort reserved for you and for Omega. The two souls that hold a piece of his heart, with all its ticking valves and electric timed pulses. There are machinisms that keep him alive, and then there is you. Your wide-eyed expression melts, giving way to the sort of smile he’s tried to memorize over and over. It’s the same smile that has warded off that reoccuring nightmare of the night on the tarmac at the Citadel, the same smile that has pulled him through the grit of phantom pains.

“What—” a sudden laugh bursts from your chest, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You were staring, mesh’la,” he rumbles out as a reminder, enjoying the fact he’s suddenly become the center of your attention. Echo leans back, his boot toeing yours. You nudge it back. Your face feels hot. You ignore his pointedly teasing look with a roll of your eyes.

The nickname started a few weeks ago. You haven’t asked what it means — no, for now it’s meaning hangs in the balance. Untouched but there. The affection the word carries makes your heart feel heavier and unbelievably full.

“Bad habit,” you chirp back, looking up at him through your lashes.

His laugh is warm.

“Maybe not.”

“No,” you say quietly; your voice is soft as your eyes bounce across his face, tracing the lines of his face with your gaze, “I don’t think it is.”

There’s a silence that slips between you — a comfortable one. It’s heavier than before. That has begun to happen recently, especially with the petal-soft utterance of mesh’la becoming more and more frequent. You hold his gaze. Echo lets out a soft, contented sigh.

Then, you remember the task at hand.

You clear your throat.

“Uh... The access panel I’m looking for,” you say slowly as your raise your finger to point to your own arm, “It’s on your bicep.”

Echo blinks. He clears his own throat before looking down — he hadn’t even noticed that access panel. That could explain the jarring miscommunication stalling the limb. This model had more bells and whistles than he initally realized. 

Better than a fuckin’ scomp link, that’s for sure.

Wordlessly, Echo makes room on his bunk. You move to settle beside him, your bent leg resting aginst his hip as you half-straddle the bed; your other knee brushes his thigh — and Echo tries to sit still. You’re close, now. 

“Is it okay if...?” you trail off, fingers tugging on the short sleeve of his blacks; you pause until Echo offers a curt nod. You catch him swallow. You push onward, fingers nimbly rolling the fabric up over his broad bicep. 

Echo steals a glance your way as your fingers pass across a slip of his bare skin. 

In his lap, both his hands twitch.

He’s no small man. Lean and athletic, Echo is built like a soldier. Omega had said once that Echo was an ARC Trooper, one of the best of the best. You believed every bit of it, and you’d hung on her words when she’d rambled on about ARC training, about Kamino, and about who Echo was before you knew him. It was all in the past, though. That Echo is a part of this Echo but... They’re different men. He’s been changed by the things that have happened.

You don’t press him on the details. 

In time, they’re slipped into conversation here and there — between the here and now.  

In the beginning, when you’d found yourself amongst the crew of the Havoc Marauder — be it for a simple job on Cid’s behalf — Echo had hardly paid you a moment of attention, though you admit you’d been curious from the start. It had taken three jobs for you to finally see his face. Then began the slow and gradual bonding over catching joints, grating plates, and hardware updates. His legs, your arm. Two pieces of a pair.

Now, he has this. A beautiful new upgrade — something he’s wanted for a long time. A part of his old self is back, in a way.

You liked that it was more than just a tool. That, in having this piece of his body back, he felt like more than a tool. More than a scomp link. 

After all, he is a man — a... a very handsome man. One whose proximity is sort of distracting you, again, from the task at hand.

“The panel here,” you say as you slowly press on the seam that enables the settings panel to be revealed; you’re mindful to explain, “It controls sensory outputs, as well as synchonized synaptic commands. The panel on my forearm does the same to my hand, yours is just... well, you’ve got the new and improve version.”

Echo ducks his head as you work, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Feeling a bit jealous, mesh’la?”

“Maybe,” you breathe out with a smile. 

Then, you lift your eyes. You intended to see that he was still comfortable, but instead you come face to face with the Corporal. His nose nearly brushes yours when you lift you chin, completely dragged in by the closeness shared.

There’s a beat of tension. Echo’s mouth goes dry.

You fingers pause. You swallow hard. “How... uh, how does it feel?”

Echo tightens his grip, then releases. His breath tickles your cheeks. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, flit from your eyes to your mouth, and then back. His voice is a croak. 

“...Same as before.”

You tinker with a dial, eyes never leaving his; your voice is above a whisper. “And now?”

It’s immediate. Like a rush of cold air up his arm — and on instinct, Echo’s hand twitches. His fingers grip the fabric of his blacks, along his thigh, and... he feels it. The smooth, stretch of the material. It’s... it feels like a lot. His fingertips, metallic and cyberized, tingle. It’s distracting.

He can feel. 

His hand is slow. It moves across to bridge the space between you. His pointer finger settles on the curve of your knee; the feeling of your tactical pants beneath his fingertip is ignored, instead he chases the heat of your body.

Your breath catches at the touch. 

Echo’s face is turned to you, but... his attention has settled on his hand. His palm then sweeps across your thigh. He follows the curve, soaks in the feeling. You’re frozen in place, beating back the desperate sound of appreciation that threatens to be pulled from your throat. The touch is... more than welcomed. 

The closeness itself is making you dizzy.

Then, Echo turns — and the warm, durasteel-plated palm finds your cheek.

Your skin is hot. 

“Is this okay, mesh’la?” he whispers, words riding on a quiet exhale — the sort that make you feel... well, you don’t even have words for the way he makes you feel. Echo is... kind, honest, and loyal. Above all else, he’s gentle. Despite it all, despite every bit of horror he’d been put through, he’d never lost sight of the importance of a gentle hand. Especially now in a moment as intimate as this. It coaxes you closer.

You lean into the cybernetic attachment, cheek resting in his palm. You nod, then, with eyes eager to take in every bit of this moment.

He chuckles at the enthusiasm. Echo’s thumb, deft and smooth, then traces the line of your lower lip.

The feeling is... the gnawing pain that he’s felt for nearly a year has melted. Finally, the itch has been scratched in his brain and the hollow ache of his bones is gone. It’s relief, and comfort, and excitement and all these beautiful things — and you. 

You’re stuck — you don’t want to move, you won’t move. He’s rooted you completely, and when his other hand — the calloused and warm one of flesh and blood — finds it’s spot along your thigh, you swallow a lovesick sigh that would only exaserbate your desperation. 

Your mouth is moving before you realize it. 

“What does it mean?”

Echo’s eyes narrow, only a bit, and he runs his thumb up your cheekbone.

“What does what mean?” 

“Mesh’la,” it sounds foreign on your tongue. It’s not Hutteese or Twi’leki, not like any language you know, “Will you tell me what it means, Echo?”

The corner of his lips quirk. Your eyes jump to it.

You feel like someone’s reached right into your chest and given your heart a squeeze — and it only worsens when he laughs. He laughs, deep and quiet and warm, like a thunderstorm on a summer night. It feels cruel, to string you along like this when you’re here, lips parted, hanging off his every touch and his every word.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly as his other hand touches your jaw — it’s so damn reverent, this little moment in time, that you almost don’t believe it’s real.

It feels like a dream — like someone has come in and stolen your thoughts from you; like the unrequited yearning has finally stoked a fire large enough to burn you up entirely, a fever you never knew you wanted.

His nose brushes yours.

Your fingers wind into the fabric of his chest. You’re clinging, lost to the moment — and you can’t help wonder if this is how it feels when he catches you adoring him. He’s admiring you so tenderly that you nearly break.

You want to kiss him.

He’s thought about nothing but kissing you for the last five days at least. Longer in his dreams. Nowadays, it’s a constant pull, a constant want.

And now, it’s here — a present and current moment where it can happen. Where he can stop being a shiny cadet and he can make a move...

Enter Omega.

“Echo, we’re back—!”

The telltale hammer of a girl’s boots on the floor signals that the party is back from their supply run — but you’re so far off, spinning in a different universe, you don’t even hear her until its too late... Until Echo is yanking himself away and clearing his throat and rolling his wrist to test the prosthesis in a different way, a less intimate way. 

You blink, then rattle yourself back to the present. Omega is in the doorway staring with a quizzical look. Clearly, your state does little to dissuade the assumptions she’s already making and you can see the gears turning in her head. The dark-haired girl then slowly grins.

“Hi.”

You swallow. “Hi, Omega.”

“...Whatcha guys doin’?”

Echo coughs. “Uh, just fine-tuning the new upgrade.”

“...Riiiiiight.” 

You rub your cheeks and laugh — clearly forced and incredibly pained — as you stand up and nearly ram your head right into the top of Echo’s bunk. It’s met with a hiss of warning from the trooper as he jumps up to try and protect you from the impact. 

“Well! Uh, thanks for letting me help, Echo,” you clap, rocking back and forth on your boots, “I, uh... Oh, Cid called. I should... I should get back—”

“Yea,” he says, straining a bit to find the words, “Yea, I’ll... I’ll comm you if it starts to, uh... If it starts to act up?”

Omega watches the exchange, big brown eyes moving from left to right. 

“Good, great — yea, that’s,” you inhale as you rub your thighs and move towards the door, “Perfect. Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Bye!” Omega calls, waving.

You wave back, smiling. “Bye, Omega.”

Then, once it’s only Echo and Omega in the bunk, the tween speaks.

“...What the kriff was that?”

[rollercoasterwords]

i have a theory and it's kind of two parts but it revolves around the fact that jegulus is a relatively new ship (at least in popularity)

1. jegulus has not been popular for long and therefore there are less fics than other popular marauders fics (wolfstar) which makes people feral for jegulus content (which ofc does not justify this behavior)

2. jegulus got popular during covid/post tiktok blowing up both of which really reduced people's attention spans and i really think got so many people used to instant gratification/a never ending stream of content to consume

2a. because a lot of this happened on tiktok a lot of younger people engaged w fandom in a way we (older people) didn't at their age and they dont really grasp how fandoms usually function and expect to be catered to with the fics they read and think thats normal when it's just. not. at all.

no bc u literally covered so many of the points i've been thinking about like !!!

1. ok this is a new point that i have not considered in this specific way like just the relative lack of content compared to wolfstar leading to people really wanting more content...i definitely think this could be coming into play w people like. demanding writers write faster and stuff. gonna have to incorporate this into my pondering thank u for giving me another point to consider!!

2. yes one of the biggest things ive been thinking about is the way there was this explosion of jegulus popularity specifically via tiktok over 2021/2022 and i think people like....approaching fanfiction with like "tiktok mindset" leads to a whole host of problems which. i simply need to write an essay to encompass

2a. yeah i will say i don't necessarily think this is exclusively younger people although i do think there's sort of a generational gap just bc i think the common denominator is people who got into fanfiction via platforms like twitter and tiktok who interact w it as if it is Content for Consumption and not...like. art that people are making as a hobby. ive talked abt this a lot on my blog already lol but it truly is such an interesting phenomenon

2b. mmmmhmmm algorithmic social media is the root of much evil i fear 🤠 i think this is very true even outside of like. jegulus and fanfiction. we're all being brainwashed to expect catered algorithmic Content and i think it's eroding lots of people's ability to engage with things that make them uncomfortable or even just. things they don't like. we're all so comfortable in our feedback loops and it's bad for us!!!

[saintlike78]

Hey.

First I wanted to say that i really like you work and that i often think about commenting my thoughts on it but since english is not my native language i feel very insecure about that.

I don’t even know if you take request for that but maybe you could write an poly marauders x reader, Where the reader feels really bad about their bad grades in Arithmacy ( i feel like thats the closest to math right) and feels so dumb and worthless after almost failing an examen and the marauders make her feel better and stuff.

Sorry for bad spelling or if it doesn’t make sense at all

I wish you a wonderful weekend!

Doing your best [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, you’re so sweet! You shouldn’t feel insecure, your English is great! And please don’t ever feel insecure about commenting or reaching out, it means so much to me and I couldn’t care less if you make mistakes, I do too.

Pairings: Poly Marauders x fem! reader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship, Reader being bad at Arithmancy, wizarding grades, the grade ‘p’ stands for poorly, bad test results, the implication of punishment, reader being hard on themselves, crying.

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Looking down at the paper placed on the desk in front of you tears welled up in your eyes. The ‘P’ written in bold red not concealing how absolutely horrible you were performing in arithmancy. You stared at the paper for a few extra seconds before scrambling to get it off of your desk and tucked it away into the depths of your bag, hopefully also letting it leave the forefront of your mind. Unluckily for you, James was seated next to you and didn’t miss your ‘poor’ grade, giving you a disappointed look and an almost silent ‘tsk’.

He, alongside your two other boyfriends, probably thought it was because of you slacking off, but it was almost the opposite. You had studied so hard for that test and the subject of Arithmancy, but no matter what you did or how long you studied for it never sank in properly, leaving you frustrated at your lack of understanding. Numbers had never been your strong suit and it clearly showed, you were mentally slapping yourself, beating yourself up.

‘How could I have been so stupid!? Getting a ‘poorly’… what are they going to do with me?’

Your thoughts were all jumbled, which is why you hadn’t noticed the class being dismissed and James packing away his own things and then packing yours as well, taking in the distracted look on your face. He grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder, on top of his own, before he reached a hand out for you to take. “Come on, baby… let’s go.”

You were snapped out of your thoughts, looking dumbfoundedly at James’ hand causing James to chuckle a little, but in the end placing your hand in his, letting him lead you towards their dorm.

Arriving at their dorm, James opened the door letting you enter before him and shutting the door softly after himself.

“Hi! How was the Arithmancy test?” Remus asked, getting up from the bed to greet you with a kiss.

“Well, I think our little darling has been slacking off… the grade she received was less than stellar,” James said disappointedly crossing his arms before he walked over to his bed, dumping both his and your bag on it.

Sirius’s head perked up, no longer paying attention to the book in front of him. “Oh? And what grade was that puppy?”

You fiddled with your fingers, not wanting to meet their eyes, feeling stupid and small under their intense gaze.

“Uhm…” you didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing how much they pestered you to get good grades and keep up with your schoolwork… it being a part of your rules.

Though, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it since James had seen the grade in plain view.

“Come on, bun, what was it?” Remus pressed, growing impatient knowing by James’ disappointed face that it was bad.

“I-I… uhm… got a ‘p’,” you finally let out, voice small almost a whisper.

You finally looked up at them and your heart dropped taking in the way Remus’ face fell in disappointment.

“That wasn’t very good, was it bunny?” Remus looked down upon you, a stern look replacing his disappointed one.

You just shook your head, unable to answer without breaking down in tears. Your fiddling fingers turning to knuckle cracking, your eyes glassy with impending tears.

“Answer him,” Sirius said sternly, also abandoning the bed and walking to stand in front of you as well.

“n-n-no,” you replied shakily, all your energy being used to keep the tears at bay.

Remus shook his head, “well, bun, it’s very disappointing… I hadn’t even realized you were slacking off, but you know what happens when you do.” He was hinting towards a punishment, those reserved for when you were being a brat or slacked off on purpose, but now it didn’t feel like you deserved one.

The threat of a punishment finally causing the tears to fall, your knees wobbling weakly and quickly giving out on you causing you to fall to the floor as sobs left your mouth. Your face was buried in your hands as tears leaked out of your eyes.

“I-I’m so-sor-ry, I di-dn’t mean to… I t-tried so ha-rd,” you sobbed out, voice breaking and hiccups interrupting your sentence.

The three boy’s stern faces fell into those of soft ones, their tough demeanor leaving them as they watched you break down before them. They looked between each other; sympathy was written in each of their features.

James was the first to kneel down at your level, using his right hand to pry your face out of your hands forcing you to look at his face. His heart dropping at your tear-stained face, feeling your pain.

“It’s okay, darling… c’mere,” James opened his arms for you; you immediately fell forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in the crook of his neck, letting out some more tears and sobs.

His arms were wrapped tightly around you to comfort you until you were ready to talk about it.

Remus and Sirius shared a look, and both kneeled as well, engulfing both you and James in a massive hug. You let out a breath of contentment, your tears ceasing and your breath evening out.

“Can you explain to us what happened?” Remus asked carefully, not wanting to push you in your fragile state.

They all leaned back so you could look at their faces when speaking to them. When your face was out of hiding Sirius took your face in his hands and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears, causing you to lean into his touch, his heart swelled, and he smiled softly.

“I have been studying for that test for weeks, I just can’t seem to grasp the subject… it’s so frustrating and I don’t know what’s wrong with me… I just feel so stupid,” you rambled, airing out your thoughts and frustrations.

“You’re not stupid, puppy… you’re so smart, but you can’t be good at everything,” Sirius said, still holding your face and kissing you softly.

“Bunny, you could have asked for help… I’ll gladly help you study for the next test; I’ll make sure you get a good grade,” Remus offered.

Your face left the warm touch of Sirius’ hands to tackle Remus in a giant hug, kissing him all over his face. “Thank you, Remmy!” you squealed.

The three boys chuckled at your excitement for something as dull as studying for arithmancy.

“I love you all,” you sighed.

“We love you too, darling, even if you are bad at arithmancy,” James said with a small smirk earning him a smack on his arm.

James dramatically grabbed his arm, “oi! Watch it, I play quidditch with that arm.”

Tags: @teenwolfbitches28, @dracosafety

[st0nesnglitter]

May i please request some delicious Sirius smut? During a drunken/high game of truth or dare with their friends (Marauders and Lily etc), Reader admits she has never received oral before. Once everyone is gone Sirius offers to remedy this, whisking her away somewhere quiet (like Astronomy Tower or RoR) so he can eat her out...because he LOVES eating pussy and wants to be the first one to eat hers. She's very squirmy so he has to hold her down...but he doesn't just stop at the one orgasm. He continues devouring her till she's cum at least 4 or 5 times, at which point he can't take it anymore and fucks her six ways to Sunday.

oh this is it

Remus slender fingers were in the midst of rolling a new joint, the last one being finished by Sirius. Lily had just downed a shot of firewhiskey and the mood was light, comfortable. Your head was spinning slighlty and you couldn’t stop all the giggles escaping your lips. The night had started with Sirius giddily showing off the bag he had sweet talked his way to through a Hufflepuff boy and had ended, well, here.

In a circle all of your friends were laughing, everyone intoxicated in one way or another, and one wanted to play truth or dare. After a couple of rounds Lily had given Marlene a hickey, James stripped down to his boxers and gave Peter a lapdance and Remus had told his most embarrasing interaction with a teacher.

And so the attention was back on you.

”Truth or dare, love” Remus asked before taking another hit.

”Truth” you said as you leaned forward slightly, eager for the question.

”Okay, hmm.. do you prefer giving or recieving head?”

Your heart dropped slightly as you realized that they would find out about your lack of experience in that department. You had gone down on a guy, but never been reciprocated. After a few moments of ‘thinking’ about your answer you decided to try and avoid the truth.

“I’m gonna say give” you said confidently.

The group all broke out in surprised faces, everyone thinking that the answer was obvoius.

“Are you mad?!” Lily burst out, “getting head is amazing!”

“Well maybe she hasn’t been with someone as good as me” James quipped and he got a few eyerolls and Lily hit the back of his head.

“I don’t know.. I uh” you realized you had backed yourself into a corner and just should tell the truth, “I have never received head”.

The shocked faces that met you when you told your initial answer quadrupled and practically everyones jaw were on the floor.

“Never?” Remus asked suspiciously, almost not believing you.

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Your friends broke out in discussions on how fucked up that was, but one of them was quiet. Sirius sat with a slight glossed over look, like he was thinking really hard, and you tried to gather his attention.

“We just gotta pray that you will get some real men in bed soon” Marlene said before directing the question toward someone else.

As everyone started to scatter you felt a hand around your wrist and you looked back to meet a pair of grey irises.

“Can we take a quick walk, love?” Sirius asked, not really waiting for an answer as he started to lead you out.

He padded through the empty corridors, carefully listening after other footsteps so you wouldn’t get caught. You admired his look: his hair was, for once, not styled to perfection and it was tousled, the buttons on his shirt had slowly opened up and you could see his toned chest underneath. Right under his left collarbone there was a small stick n’ poke tattoo that James did last year, and another one was on the wrist that was holding onto you.

His feet came to a stop by a big wooden door, one you’ve never seen before.

“Where are we Si?” You asked and he turned around to look at you for the first time in a couple of minutes.

“You’ve never been here? It’s the room of requirement” he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “it appears when you need it”.

He opened the door and inside there was a single bed, big enough for five people, and a bottle of firewhiskey.

“I have a proposition, a promise” Sirius started and sat you down on the bed, standing in front of you, “I wanna make you feel good”.

Your heart started to beat so hard you were certain that he could hear it and you could only manage to nod.

“Want to make up for all those shitty guys, I wanna eat you out.”

He looked at you like it was the most normal thing ever, like your incredibly attractive and desirable friend didn’t just ask to go down on you.

”Well darling, are you going to let me?” Sirius asked after a moment of silence, his voice soft and his hand came down to brush over your cheek.

You nodded quickly and he gave you a bright smile before giving your shoulder a light push. You dropped against the mattress and he crawled on top of you.

”M’ gonna kiss you now” he announced and you nodded again, his movements were more careful than what you would’ve expected from the schools biggest playboy. He placed his lips against yours and after a few nervous moments you got into it.

You treaded your hands in his long hair, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away to look at you for a moment before moving down onto your neck and made some light lovebites. His hands got down to your pants and you froze.

”Nervous?” Sirius asked with a crooked smile, pressing a kiss against your jaw. You nodded with a bright blush over your cheeks that burned like a fire.

”Don’t have to be love, we’ll take it slow” he mumbled before reaching over for the bottle, ”wanna do a quick drink for some courage?”

”Yeah, think that’ll help me” you giggled.

Sirius took a swig of the whiskey, but when you reached for the bottle to take your own he leant down and pressed his kiss towards your lips. The amber liquid slipped out of his mouth and into yours, slowly opening up to let his tongue follow it.

His hands went back to your fly, opening as he left soft kisses against your stomach. He fumbled slightly when he started pulling down and you giggled.

”Shut up, can’t be smooth all the time” he grumbled with a playful spark in his eyes.

Being able to laugh and joke around in such a, what you thought, serious situation made you gain some confidence so you let your hands wander over Sirius’ shoulders and chest. Your fingers met the top button of his dress shirt and you started unbutton it until he moved further down.

”Look at that” he said to himself, letting his fingers wander over the lacy pattern of your panties, ”so pretty, and all fo’ me”.

The blush that had been harbouring your face grew brighter, and you had to look away from the grinning face in between your thighs. He dropped one of his fingers to trace your slit and you gasped.

“No one has taken care of you, pretty girl, gonna have to take my time”, the tip of his finger pressed against your clit and you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“So responsive” he admired and leaned forward to kiss over your mound, “no ones mouth has graces your beautiful pussy, huh?”

In your haze of teasing pleasure you assumed it was rhetorical, but his fingers left you and he looked up at you expectingly.

“N-no, you’re first Si” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed to be reminded of your inexperience.

Sirius groaned into your inner thigh, the tent that had been growing in his pants ever since the game strained against the fabric of his trousers, impossibly hard from your innocent

“That’s so fucking hot” he smiled up at your and hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs.

When they were in his hands he admired them for a while before putting them in his back pocket.

“Those are mine now” he said before turning his attention back to your thighs, biting marks into them.

His tongue peeked out to soothe over the marks when he felt content with the amount he had left before he turned to the other one. You started to grow impatient and pulled at his hair.

“What do you want, darling? Gotta use your words” he said with a tilt of his head.

“I want you to start” you whined and looked into his eyes to see if it was good enough.

“Start what? Can’t do what you want if you don’t tell me”.

“I want you to..” you trailed off for a moment but Sirius nodded at you to continue, “to eat me out”.

He smiled brightly and grabbed onto your thighs, pressing a quick kiss on your hip.

“Good girl”.

His tongue delved straight into you and you moaned loudly at the unexpected action, grabbing onto his hair again. After a few thrusts of his tongue he moved his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it to provide some suction. You couldn’t stop the sounds leaving your mouth, the feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever felt and it was amazing.

When you let out a particularly loud moan he smiled against your pussy and gave you an appreciating, and encouraging, hum. The vibrations shook through your body and you thrashed against the mattress.

Sirius pulled away from you for a second to watch as his fingers slid over core, collecting some of your wetness, before pushing one in. Your jaw fell slack and clenched around his finger. He pushed it in and out a few times before adding another one.

“Feel good?” He asked, trying to encourage you to be more vocal, and started to kitten lick at your clit.

“Yes, fuck yes Si!” You yelled out, arching your back off the bed.

“Taste amazing love, like the sweetest fruit” he mumbled against you before wrapping his lips around your clit again.

He started alternating sucking at your clit and licking at it, his fingers pressing against your g-spot. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to grow unbearable and you started to tap at his shoulders.

“Sirius! Fuck, Sirius I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out and his movements went into an impossible speed and you let go over his face.

When your breathing started to level out Sirius pulled away from your core, chin glistening and his eyes glittering.

“You’re amazing” you breathed out and gave him a smile with hazy eyes and he returned it.

He layed down next to you, wiping his chin against the back of his hand. When you looked over at him you saw the bulge in his pants and your hand found its way to it. He groaned and grabbed onto your wrist.

“Your turn” you said with a smile.