#te marauders

[fyloune-taylorsversion]

Wolfstar at the beach 🤗

[crimsonlovebartylus]

barty: so you speak spanish? say something

regulus: sure, te amo estupido

barty: oh? what did you say?

regulus: that your dad is stupid

barty:

barty: i agree

[jfpstarchaser]

[cringe-bby]

WORMTAIL 🐁

Moony

Padfoot

Prongs

[hanakin-starwalker]

Hey, why don’t you follow my little humbli tumbli? Or else—

[myheadisemptyffonly]

Is there someone out there who has written Euphemia Potter as Mexican? Because suddenly I need it with my life.

Just imagine the possibilities.

[serpensanguiswriting]

an original marauders series featuring a few original characters and primarily focusing on JAMES POTTER + MANNON BLACK ( an original Black!cousin ) but i also take requests on certain days for reader insert fiction . ㅤㅤPRIMARILY TAKES PLACE AT THE START OF THE WIZARDING WAR AND THE ORDER'S INVOLVEMENT

SUMMARYㅤ:ㅤmannon black is the shame of the black family, perhaps more so than her cousin sirius and that's saying something. having been deformed at birth, for years she was sequestered in the Black Manor like a prisoner until her father learned of a darker ancient art of transmutation thus forcing his daughter's body into a better shape. but that was merely the beginning. at fifth year, mannon left hogwarts, left london, left everything behind all together having been sick of being s censored in her prusuits. but that was before the dark lord began amassing an army. that was before the war. that was before james potter needed her.

CHAPTERS : PROLOGUE

TRIGGERS ( chapter ): VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTIONS, DARK MAGIC MENTIONS, WAR THEMES

TRIGGERS ( series ): MENTIONS OF FAMILIAL ABUSE, ABLEISM, WAR THEMES, BLOOD SUPREMACY / RACISM, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTIONS, INJURY MENTIONS, DARK MAGIC, let me know if i forgot anything!

a/n :ㅤㅤthis is more of setting the stage and introducing mannon as a character. CREATIVE LIBERTIES HAVE AND WILL BE TAKEN .ㅤCOMPLETELY ANTI-JKR.

The cauldrons bubbled while Manon tended to the various potions she had started before going to her cousin's aid. The various smells were surprisingly pleasant desite some of the potions, the ones Remus wwas familiar with, usually having an acrid or pugent smell to them. But Manon was often a woman of surprises. Sirius leaned back against the back of Manon's couch, still gasping every so often as his body triedto settle down. Adrenaline pumped through all three men along with a mingling sense of loss, rage, and above all else: pain. The men had no answers as to where or how or when but none of them had really had the energy to really ask any of the questions rolling around their heads. Remus stepped up beside Manon and silently began asissting her with the potions after she gave him a curious arch of her brow. His scars stretched slightly with his weak smile before they both quietly went back to their work. Most of the potions were more than half finished but needed tending before they could be given to the injured. Sweat and blood stuck to James skin like a second skin as he tried focusing on Remus and Manon, but his dark eyes always fixated on Manon. She was as beautiful as he remembered; her features sharper and her body softer in its curves. Her hair was longer, thicker even, as it hung over her shoulder in a messy braid. She never had figured out how to braid her hair and the memory made a bitter smile want to pull at his lips. Of course, he only had one lense in his glasses now and it was making him dizzy trying to focus enough to mae out Manon's features, at least, that's what he was telling himself. James could feel his heart in his throat as he stared, no, maybe glared in Manon's direction. So many questions. So many things he had wanted to say for four years. Things he had practiced saying in the mirror. Things he had screamed at her in his dreams. Things he shouted into storms while he stood in the rain sobbing and screaming because thunderstorms always made her feel so close to him. Always made him feel like she could hear him and was screaming for him, too.

"Here take this, Prongs," Remus' sudden appearance made James jump slightly as his eyes darted quickly from Manon to where he taller friend stood with a small wooden cup of something smoking. It smelled like green tea and he made a face despite himself at the earthy smell of grass. Remus chuckled quietly at the familiar yet childish reaction of his best friend. Suspiciously, James took the cup and gave Remus a doubtful look and the other male smiled weakly. "I took some, it's not poison," he reassured and James scoffed quietly before gulping the potion down. Nose scrunched and eyes screwed shut, James had been prepared for any taste other than the one he actually experienced. Sweet and light like some kind of cream you'd find for tea. An airy taste of vanilla and a warmth that was almost comforting rather than scolding and biting. James looked in the cup then up at Remus who shrugged with a quiet, "No fucking idea, mate. Should help soon, though." Sirius groaned dramatically from the couch earning both of the men's attention where they found Manon rolling her eyes beside her cousin. Remus smiled at te familiar sight considering Manon had never been far when Sirius would get into fights or somehow injured himself. In fact, Remus remembered Manon a lot more than he thought he would. Considering she had only been in school with them for around three years due to her late admission--- it was surprising to him how involved she had been to his memories of school. Even after she was gone, she seemed to haunt the Marauders like a ghost. A ghost they all wished was still there. Remus hadn't really thought about it until now, how close Manon had been to them. How often she had been close--- then, as the memories slowly came back full of color and memories, the image of Manon became constantly entwined with another. Her laughing form leaning into another while he too laughed and wrapped her under his arm. When she screamed and fought there was always one man in front of her just as passionate and full of emotion before the sight of them came back with hesitant apologies. That boy who had always been with Manon was none other than-- Remus looked to the man so involved with his memories of Manon to see him wathcing her even now: JAMES.

"Just drink it you bellend," Manon instructed sternly as she gently shook the cup at her cousin. Sirius made a childish face of disgust and turned his face away as he complained,

"I'd rather DIE." Remus watched James subtly before moving over to Manon and gently taking the cup from her. The shorter woman looked up at him quizzically and Remus smiled as he joked,

"I have experience with this sorta thing." Manon shrugged it off with a dismissive expression before her finally shifted to look at James for the first time since the woods. James was leaned against his knees, the back of his shirt soaked throgh with blood and his shoulders trembling slightly from whatever pain was rolling up and down his spine. She noted the way his hands shook and h tried to grip them tight in what she assumed was an attempt to control his shaking. Without staring too intensely ( or what she hoped wasn't too intesely), Manon quietly made her wa to where the Potter heir sat seemingly doing everything in his power not to look back at her. His knee, however, began to bounce a bit more furiously as she stepped around him to look at the blood staining his shirt. Sirius spluttered from the couch earning James' attention but Remus' quiet scolding for being so dramatic had his body sloly relaxing a bit once more.

For the past year it seemed James had been wound so tightly he was ready to snap in half at any minor inconvience. He hadn't been sleeping, none of them had, and he forgot to eat more often than he remembered. Forget his ability to prank anyone or even, really, laugh. When was the last time he heard his friends laugh? When was the last time he heard his own? Delicate hands touched his shoulders and James nearly toppled the chair over with the force and suddenness of his standing. Manon looked up at him apologetically with a subtle concern pinching her brows that James would have missed had she been literally any other woman other than who she was. Remus and Sirius were looking at him, too, both in concern as James sputtered an apology. His body twisted this way then then another, looking for an escape route before he spotted a door and quick as he could, limping due to a boiling heat he swore was sloughing off skin at this point, in his leg. The large wooden door was a weight to push open and it thudded hollowly behind him when he stepped into a much colder seaside cliffside. The waves crashed below him and only grew louder as he neared the edge of a cliff. Tall grass swayed lazily in the sighs of the torrent sea. A storm was brewing in the distance. James could sell the rain in the air, feel it in the chill of the wind. Flexing his hands, James was only vaguely aware of one hand being sticky wet. Blood was slithering down his strong arm and dripping into the grass but even with the sensory overloadhis brain was fighting to process, he could feel Manon slipping up behind him. He didn't need to hear her. Or see her. Or even smell that lilac and berry concocotion she wore. He knew her blind. He knew her Deaf. He knew her in some innate part of his soul he hadn't even named yet. "Where are we?" His voie was deeper than she rememberedbut not by much. Heavier might have been a better word and she didn't know how badly she wanted to her name in that voice until he hadn't said it. James wasn't able to say it without his voice quaking, though, and he didn't want to give her the satisfaction. His shoulders were wider but they shrunk subtly when Manon continued to stand by his side. He didn't look at her but she looked at him. If only briefly.

The cottage behind them was the only one for kilometers. Left alone in the grassy hillside overlooking a forgotten sea. They would be safe here, Manon knew, but only for so long. There were only so many spells to hide ones location, especially knowing so many were looking for the men she was hiding here. "Wales," she commented flatly before there was a subtle give of her head, "I think." What good were maps when you lived on the edge of multiple worlds, anyway? What did it matter as long as you were safe? Manon looked up at James and noted how his jaw had grown sharper and there was dark hair coming through. He looked every bit of the fifteen year-old boy she left behind--- and absolutely nothing like him at the same time. Pulling the heavy sleeves of her sweater down over her hands, Manon sighed quietly and looked out into the darkening sky. How fitting, she thought absently. "Come inside," it wasn't really a question but her eyes seemed to quietly plead with him when he finally looked at her, "let me look at your back. Or if you prefer," Manon turned and pulled her braid back over her shoulder to give it a nervous ( or maybe irritated ) yank. The gesture pulled a smile from him even if he quickly pulled it back into a thin line. "Remus can do it for you," Manon finished and James watched as Manon continued back into her stone cottage that reminded James of childhood stories his mother used to read him about trolls and the like. James sighed softly before he triedto hide another grin, hearing Manon from the door, "Might as well fix your glasses, too. Honestly, have you still not learned the incantation for that spell? Unbelievable."

[jellyfishsthings]

Hi love! Do you have a master list? Love your work!

I'm sorry it's not very organised with titles and stuff like other master lists but I didn't have much te to prepare it... enjoy tho these have to be my favorite works from many accounts. It includes both fluff and smut and a bit of angst....

more on the way in a second masterlist

🙏 please tell me if there is a problem with the links....

Masterlist No.1 (no.2 here)

Edit: Updated version ✌️

¤ = smut

smau = social media au

Marauders Era:

Remus Lupin:

Remus & lazy hickeys , Version 2 ¤

Remus adoring breasts ¤

Remus making you scream ¤

Getting you so worked up, you can not speak ¤

Kinda Meanie Remus ¤

Shirtless Remus ¤

Remus and his kisses ¤

Mean streak ¤

Summer vibes , Version 2 ¤

Taunting ¤

Rivals to lovers ¤

No homework done I guess ¤

Annoying distraction ¤

Wolfy traits¤

Making Birthdays special ¤

Remus in his feels ¤

Comforting reader , Version 2 , Version 3, Version 4

Taking care of you, Version 2

Warning label

Stress reliever ¤

Angsty Confession

Misunderstanding

Study Motivation ¤

Mean Remus, vol.2 ¤

Bad mood

Baby fever

Slowest slow burn to ever burn ¤

Formula One:

Charles Leclerc:

Baby Leclerc (smau)

Lotta history (smau)

It's never over ¤

Cat mama

Single mom

Jealousy jealousy (smau)

Lighting McMarried (smau)

For the hope of it all (Series smau)

Married to who (wolff reader)

Domestic Bliss (smau)

Bffs angst

Enemy racers (smau)

Vacation (smau)

Married angst

Revenge Reader (smau)

Overprotective (smau)

Charles as a dad, vol.2 (smau) , vol.3 (smau)

Max Verstappen:

Max being late

Max as a dad

U dumbfuck (smau)

Sexy times ¤

Crazy Cat Lady (series)

Carlos Sainz:

Obsessed (smau)

Mich Shumacker:

Rosy cheeks and salty hair ¤

Lando Norris:

Star wars? (smau series)

Danny Ric:

Best friends to lovers (smau)

Oscar Piastri:

Bookish (smau)

Soft launching? (smau)

This is about Oscar? (smau)

Who is Oscar Piastri? (smau)

Sweetener ¤

Grumpy x Sunshine (smau)

Kiss it better (smau)

Oblivious besties (smau)

My girl ¤

Vroom vroom bitch (smau)

Arthur Leclerc:

WHAT? (smau)

Oblivious bitches, pt.2 , pt.3 (smau series)

Ollie Bearman (i think you can tell that he is my fav) :

Besties to more (smau)

Insta dumps (smau)

Sunshine x grumpy (smau)

The black card life (smau)

Birthday boy (smau)

Race bffs (smau)

Teddy bear (smau)

Sickenly in love (smau)

(Extra)ordinary (smau)

Dating Ollie , vol.2 , vol.3, vol.4

No one else

In sickness and in health

Comfort after a race , vol.2

Domestic - ish

Morning snuggles

Those three words

Olives and Lemonade

Call me cupid

Only you (smau series)

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

Parent-Teacher Conferences

Summary: James meets his favorite student's mother for the first time.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr

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specifically james as a kindergarten teacher

(see inspiration post)

(just kindergarten instead of preschool)

(yaknow, for the plot)

Okok lets get started :D:D:D

You’ve got a sweet baby boy of a son (I’m sorry if you don’t!! I also don’t but idk my stepmom is pregnant with a boy and I’m super excited and this mess is what came out so here you go)

And he’s five and in James’ kindergarten class

Baby boy is just the sweetest little thing

James loves him to death

He’s smart and nice and helpful and just an absolute gem

Like seriously tho James goes to the library during his lunch break to hang out with school librarian!Remus and school secretary!Sirius and just can’t shut up about how much he loves your son like James just talks about him the whole lunch period

And Remus and Sirius are like

“That’s great, James 😐"

But James doesn’t care he’s just too excited to have such a bright young boy in his class

And also (because James is nosy af) he’s super curious to see what kind of parents this kid has

So parent-teacher conferences roll around and he’s like “What kind of geniuses are raising this kid?? Let’s see em????”

And then nurse!reader rolls up to the 7:30 PM meeting, still in her hospital scrubs and profusely apologizing for being like three minutes late

And James is like

What.

Not at ALLLLLL what he was expecting

(not that he’s complaining, you’re fucking adorable and a great break from all the stuffy parents he’s had to deal with all day)

So you and him sit down and talk about your son’s work at school

And James just gushes about him to you practically the whole time

Like legit James fell for him before he even met you

Meanwhile you’re like

1) damn i didn’t know my kid’s teacher was so pretty

(Not like that’s important ofc because you have priorities and your son always comes first.)

And 2) but like can my son read?? Can he do math?? Are you teaching him science sir????

And James is like “yeah but he’s NICE and KIND and EMPATHETIC

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET FIVE YEAR OLDS TO SAY THEY’RE SORRY

“AND HE JUST DOES IT”

And you’re like

“……yeah…… bc that’s an important part of learning to be a good person … ofc I showed him how to be kind?? Like what????”

And James

(poor baby’s bar is on the floor from all the Karens who’s kids he teaches)

He’s just so enamored about how you’re just like naturally kind and caring??

And you imparted that onto your kid????

Your conference time is the last one on James’ schedule, and he absolutely irritates the fuck out of Remus and Sirius as he drives them back to their flat

Like he can’t shut up about you

And your kid

Like he just loves your son

And has a little puppy-love crush on you

Remus pretends to be annoyed and Sirius teases him

But when James drops them off they’re already planning you two’s wedding

(Remus: “You know, we haven’t actually even met her …” Sirius: “So? Have you ever seen James this smitten??? It’ll happen, love. Trust the process.”

[prettybabybaby]

Heyyy idk if you're taking request but... I was thinking about toxic!James. A total rich spoiled brat that never heard the word "no" directed at him and obviously has never faced consequences. So maybe you keep turning him down when he asks you out until one day you two casually meet in a club, he buys you a drink even though you refused it and when you reject him one more time he just snaps. He corners you outside te bar, face pressed against a dirty wall while he rips your underwear saying "who te fuck you think you are? Trying to walk away like you're better than me, worthless slut". And, well, yk...

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: NONCON, public sex, dark!james, fem!reader

¡ marauders masterlist !

You never thought James would be capable of something like this. Holding your leg up, hanging it over his arm that holds your waist as he ruts into you with so much desperation. You smell alcohol on his breath as puffs hit your cheeks and flood your nose.

No one seems to notice the two of you, your writhing body reaching and clawing as you try to pry his hands off you and squirm away. You pinch at his strong chest that heaves against yours, pushing your chest inward with every breath he takes. You reach your hand out as a drunk man wanders into the hallway, walking close enough to touch. The music is too loud but you know he saw you, maybe he even heard you, but he stumbled away. You reach your hand out as he walks away, whining against James’ ear as you stretch your body, groaning as James pulls your hand towards him, squeezing your wrist.

“Stop,” he grits, nipping at your ear. You hiss, lifting your shoulder to comfort yourself. “I tried to be nice,” he grunts, slowing his thrusts, “but you…” he chuckles, “you think you’re too good for someone like me, don’t you?”

You shake your head, pulling away from his tongue that reaches for any hit of skin. “No, James, I’m sorry. Please,” you can’t stop the tears that rush down your cheeks. “James,” you sob, “no. Let me go now.”

“I can’t let you go when you feel so good,” he whispers, “so much better than I imagined.” He raises your leg high, angling his hips in a way that makes your vision go white and your tears leak faster.

“Do you know how many times I got myself off thinking of you?” James pulls back enough to look at your weak expression, the strength of your resistance growing softer. “Pumping my cock while thinking of the day of finally fuck this tight pussy.” James grunts at the memory, squeezing your flesh under his strong hands.

“But no,” his jaw tightens and he flips his curls back, “the little slut thinks she’s too good for me. For this cock that has you shaking for me, squeezing me so tightly.”

[gu1lty-as-sin]

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about me

you can call me juno or astraea

im a cancer sun, libra moon and sagittarius rising

my pronouns are they/she (and my pronoun page is here)

i'm a proud bisexual (i am very sapphic lol)

im taken (you can hear about my love via the “them tag <33")

i am a minor (i won't immediately block people 18+ but if you're creepy i will <3)

australian!! also a bunch of different places, none really interesting

this blog is for me to dump thoughts, interact with people and just have a good time :)

i play the drums and im currently in two bands! i also love playing guitar and one of my 2024 goals is to get better at playing!!

currently listening -> 🍁☕️🎸 nyc

currently reading -> the odyssey translated by emily wilson

currently watching -> doctor who and rewatching gilmore girls

things i like

i love: literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), fruit flavoured drinks, flared pants, converse, dark red, nail polish, eyeliner, burgundy lipgloss, tank tops, tote bags, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house (im there rn i love it), spring+winter, very specific shades of pink and green, black <3, folklore and 1989 girl, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, picking silly little outfits,

books: osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles

movies + tv shows: dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off, she ra

musicians/bands: boygenius, taylor swift, lovejoy, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrienne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones (getting into them just a little), maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy

my favourite colours are black, dark red, burgundy, denim blue, sage green, soft pink, glaucous blue, golden yellow (i love colour theory so all colours are beautiful in their own context but here are my favs to wear/see)

i really want to get into more poetry so if you have any recs lmk!!

i have recently begun practising some very simple witchcraft, so feel free to talk to me about that and i would love to learn more!!

i love learning about astrology and use my birth chart frequently

i write very, very infrequently and think of more stories than i even start to plot lmao.

i draw way more than i write and will occasionally post some!! its not good by any means but its fun ig

talk to me + dni

my asks and dms are open!! feel free to talk to me about anything and everything!! i love talking!!

i love my mutuals so much so if ur my mutual *looks you dead in your eyes* i love you

my discord is the same @ as here, i literally just got it today so idrk how it works but feel free to add me there <33 but please lmk if you do if your username is different

if we’re very close you can ask for my insta!!

i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive enough bio (with name, age group, pronouns) so if you want to be mutuals please have one!! if not just shoot me an ask about who you are and what you like so we can be friends <33

dni: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic people

tags

#juno.txt -> ramblings, original posts

#asks -> asks ive answered

#ask bait -> hehehe send me asks <3

#tag games -> tag games ive participated in

#beautiful mutuals -> interactions with my beautiful mutuals!

#spotify -> my music obsession dw im fine fhdklfhdal

#them tag <33 -> posts that remind me of my wonderful bf <3

links + sideblogs

spotify

pinterest

@likeasugarcubeinateacup -> my notes app poetry

@slowrotburiedinthepark -> a random sideblog i post art and occasional web weaving on

@stabbingstarsthroughmyback -> my writing sideblog (ask me about my wip!!)

stunning dividers by @chachachannah :))

here is a totally beautiful and amazing moodboard by @svnflowermoon that always makes me so fhadkfhakd

last updated: jan 19th 2024

[myoongiverse16]

Crosshair x Jedi Reader One-shot

Summary: Crosshair keeps mentioning how clones are expendable. You snap and the rest of the batch urges Crosshair to finally confess how he feels about you.

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Warnings: Kissing, Crosshair being a shebs' oglon😂, and a smidge of suggestiveness at the end, if you squint.

Key for Mando’a words: Di'kut: idiot, shebs' oglon: a**hole, dank farrik: dang it, meg te haran: what the hell.

With Crosshair back in the squad, things have been……peculiar between the two of you. He was quite the brute and rude sniper when he first met you, and after everything he’s been through, you didn’t know how he currently felt about you.

I mean, sure, you had feelings for the snarky sniper man. But those feelings had to be pushed away when he left, to focus more on protecting the rest of the crew. Not that you forgot about him for a second. With him back, you didn’t know how you felt. 

Normally, he was usually a decent human-being towards you. Sure, you weren’t the closest, but you had a few exchanges, and you swear you caught him staring at you curiously a few times before all this Empire stuff happened. 

But, these past few days were filled with overly snarky comments, even for him. They dealt with pretty touchy subjects in your life that you had never mentioned to the batch previously because they were about painful experiences. 

For example, the other day Crosshair mentioned how the Jedi never cared about clone troopers and that they were just expendable to them. 

This got on your nerves because you believed in the exact opposite. The clones were your dearest friends and you had tried your best to treat them all as individuals. But, Crosshair didn’t know that, so you kept your mouth shut and ignored him.

This went on for some time. Crosshair would say something and you tried your best to ignore him, so far it had worked out.

One day, you just snapped.

Hunter decided a break was greatly needed. The Batch had been on mission after mission with no rest in between. Though you wanted to continue with missions, your body simply couldn’t comply. You agreed with Hunter, and a few hours later Tech landed the Marauder on a nearby forest planet. 

Wrecker was playing with Omega and Gonky. Echo was taking a well deserved nap. Tech was on his data pad, as usual. And Hunter was sharpening his knife while watching Omega and Wrecker with a smile.

All seemed well.

Well, not really, because Crosshair decided he wanted to die today. He brought up how clones were expendable, again.

“We’re just a bunch of numbers to everyone!” Crosshair shouted, you scrunched your nose in frustration.

“No, you’re not! You were to the Empire, but not to the Jedi!” Crosshair scoffed.

“Oh, so you speak for the whole Jedi order, then? Huh?” You gulped.

“Well, no. But I never saw you that way!” Crosshair folded his arms.

“Why? What’s so special about you that made you feel so bad for us? Do you pity us?” Your eyes widened.

“Of course not! I-I” You sighed. “I just relate to you I guess..” You said quieter. 

“Relate to us? You don’t know us-“ 

“I get it, I don't know you! Okay! I get it! You don’t have to keep saying that!” You fumed then stalked out of the ship. You ran past a curious Tech, a groggy Echo who was obviously annoyed, a concerned Hunter and a confused Omega and Wrecker. 

You ran out to what looked like a grove of trees. You continued to run until you found a small opening that revealed a little stream. You sat down beside it and slumped. 

Stupid Crosshair, what does he know? You sighed. It’s not his fault, you thought. It’s not like I’ve told him anyway.

Back at the Marauder.

Crosshair looked down and frowned. Di'kut, he thought to himself. He ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed. 

Someone cleared their throat. Crosshair turned to see the rest of the batch in the hall. He pursed his lips. Hunter raised a brow. 

“You know you messed up, right?” Hunter commented. 

“Well, by analyzing his heavy sighing, brooding, and self loathing, yes, yes he does know.” Tech stated matter of factly as he pushed his goggles up his nose. Crosshair frowned. 

“What does loathing mean?” Omega asked. Hunter glared at Tech. Echo facepalmed. “And what’s up with Crosshair? Why does he argue with her so much?” Omega tilted her head curiously. Crosshair just rolled his eyes. Hunter huffed and turned to the others silently asking, care to answer? 

Wrecker shrugged, Echo gave a look that said don’t look at me. Tech sighed and pushed his goggles up his nose again. 

“It’s quite obvious. Crosshair likes her.” Crosshair’s eyes widened and he ran a hand down his face.

“Is it really that obvious?” He crossed his arms and raised a brow at the crew. Everyone nodded their heads. Except Omega, she just shrugged her shoulders. Crosshair breathed a laugh. 

“Well, what do you think I should do?” He asked almost teasingly. Wrecker’s hand immediately shot up. The rest of the batch rolled their eyes.

“Ooh! Ooh! Me! Me! Pick me!” He shouted jumping up and down. Crosshair sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, Wrecker?” He pointed to him tiredly. Wrecker beamed.

“You should confess to her!” Wrecker yelled cheerfully. Omega beamed finally understanding.

“Yes! You should Crosshair!” Omega agreed, jumping happily. Wrecker picked her up and spun her around. 

“See, she gets it!” Wrecker shouted happily. Omega giggled. He put her down and ruffled her hair. Hunter chuckled at their exchange then turned to Crosshair. 

“So,” he folded his arms and raised a brow playfully. “You gonna take their advice?” Crosshair looked at him. He sighed and huffed. He rolled his eyes and looked down. Should I? He cleared his throat. 

“Fine,” he stated. Then stood straight and walked past them. Tech looked up from his data pad. 

“Wait, he’s actually going to do it?” Hunter nodded his head surprised as they watched Crosshair leave the ship. 

“Well, it’s about time,” Echo stated. Omega and Wrecker shouted happily as they started to dance around the ship. The rest of the batch laughed.

Crosshair walked out of the ship mumbling to himself. Today of all days, he thought. He wanted to confess to you sometime when he didn’t act like a total shebs' oglon. He continued to walk and found the clearing.

He spotted you just standing there, staring into a stream. Crosshair didn’t move, he mentally sighed. Gosh, what am I doing? 

“You know, I love the clones,” you said all of a sudden. Crap, she knows I’m here. Crosshair then remembered. Oh, I forgot. She’s a Jedi, she can sense people. 

“Even after Order 66, I still do,” You continued. Crosshair listened intently.

“I’ve spent countless, countless nights lying awake during the Clone War. Crying, wishing I could’ve saved so many of them. I mourned for every soldier I fought with.” You laughed sadly. “That actually goes against the Jedi Code. No attachments. But I did it anyway.” Crosshair’s eyes widened.

“I made it a priority to know each member of my battalion individually. I never wanted to know their numbers, I wanted to know what they wanted to be called. I wanted to know their names, so that for once, they could feel like a person. Not a clone, not a soldier, a person.” You finally turned to Crosshair, tears in your eyes.

“I loved them. So, I don’t care how expendable you think you are,” you paused. “Because you were never, never expendable to me.” You pointed to yourself. Crosshair's face turned to sorrow. Gosh, I did this to her. 

“I-“ Crosshair choked on his words. You frowned and turned away.

“You know why I say I relate to the clones?” You turned back to Crosshair. He looked at you and silently nodded his head. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this-“ Crosshair walked up to you and gently grabbed your right hand with his left. 

“Please, I want to know. I want to know everything,” he looked down at your hand and softly rubbed his thumb along the back of it. You swallowed. 

“Okay.” Crosshair looked up at you and gave a small smile. You gave a grateful smile back.

“I never knew where I came from, I was just told I was found in a raided village. I was the only survivor,” You breathed. “The Jedi took me in, raised me….” You looked down with a frown. 

“I can’t help but think, if I wasn’t taken in by the Jedi, would I have still been one? What if a Sith found me, would I have become a Sith? Would I have been a bounty hunter? Or join the Senate? I never really had a choice. I was kind of born into it.” You looked up at Crosshair.

“That’s why I say I relate to you guys. Clones, I mean. You never had a choice, though you’re treated much harsher, I can’t help but connect with you.” Crosshair nodded his head. 

“That makes sense,” he used his right hand to grab your left. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” You looked at him and smiled gratefully.

“You don’t have to be. I just wanted you to know.”

Crosshair nodded his head and smiled a little. 

“I understand,” he swallowed then pulled away from you. He turned around and hugged himself.

“I just saw another Jedi trying to take pity on us clones, and I got angry at you, I lashed out on you and that wasn’t right,” Crosshair sighed then turned back to you, he looked down at the ground. 

“It’s just been hard. You know? Ever since the Empire stuff, I don’t really know who I am. Was it the chip? Was it me? Why did I feel obligated to serve the Empire even though they never gave me a reason to want to?” You nodded your head.

“I get it. But, I don’t think it was your fault. You’re a good man, Crosshair.” You placed a gentle hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. Crosshair blushed. You retracted your hand away awkwardly.

“Errr, sorry.” Crosshair shook his head.

“No, it’s fine.” You backed away. 

“I just feel the same. I devoted my whole life to being a Jedi. Now that the Jedi order is gone, I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know who I should be.” Crosshair took a step forward. 

“Who do you want to be?” You looked at him, then contemplated. You smiled a little. 

“I want to be….good. I want to help people. Helping people gives me a sense of joy. I want to give that same joy to other people.” Crosshair gave a faint smile. You grinned. 

“Who do you want to be?” Crosshair breathed a laugh. 

“I want to be…. a good brother. I want to make up for all the times I treated them like bantha crap.” You giggled. 

“I’m serious,” Crosshair said with a smirk. Here goes my lame attempt at flirting. Now or never. 

“I also want to be better to you too.” You looked down and blushed. What?! 

“You already are a good brother. A great brother even. I see the way you help them. They don’t say it very often but I know for a fact that they love you very much. They never forgot about you when you left. You never left their mind for a second.” Crosshair hummed to himself. 

“Not really Omega though.” You gasped.

“What? Definitely Omega, though she didn’t know you very well, she talked about you constantly and how she believed the real you was in there somewhere.” Crosshair smiled to himself.

“She thinks you’re an amazing brother.” Crosshair smirked. Let’s take it a little further shall we? 

“And what about you?” Crosshair walked forward until he stood right in front of you. “Do you think I’m a good brother?” You gulped and looked down.

“Well….” You tucked a hair behind your ear. Dank Farrik. Crosshair chuckled. “I don’t really see you as a brother..” Crosshair leaned his face closer to yours. 

“Oh really?” Crosshair lifted Y/N’s chin so that she would look at him. This is actually working out better than I thought it would. She’s so cute when she’s flustered. 

“What do you see me as then, hmmm?” You let out a shaky breath.

“I-I” Crosshair leaned even closer, his nose brushing against yours. Oh my gosh! What is he doing?!

“C’mon, say it. What am I to you? A friend?” You looked at Crosshair. Well, meg te haran. 

“No…..” you whispered. “I see you as more than that.” Crosshair smirked. 

“Right answer.” Crosshair leaned in and placed a firm kiss on you lips. You let out a small gasp, then kissed back. Crosshair groaned and leaned back, placing a softer kiss.

Wait, is this actually happening? You thought to yourself as you felt Crosshair’s lips on yours. Am I dreaming? 

You responded with a hum of contentment and slipped your hands over his chest. Crosshair smirked and deepened the kiss as he tilted his head.

Nope, definitely not dreaming. You thought as Crosshair placed his hands on the sides of her face. He held your face then moved his hands down to hold your neck gently. You hummed again and smiled.

Crosshair slowly moved his hands down to your shoulders, down your arms until he held your waist. You smiled as Crosshair continued to kiss you with passion. You moved your arms up to Crosshair’s neck and ran your hands through his short, silver hair.

What is this girl doing to me? He moaned and gripped your waist tighter. 

After a while, Crosshair leaned back to catch his breath. You took deep breaths. He smirked and held your cheek. He rubbed his thumb along it, you looked at him with half lidded eyes. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make me want to do something I’ll regret.” You smirked and leaned forward. You whispered in his ear.

“I know I won’t regret it.” Crosshair chuckled darkly and leaned in again. 

[hanakin-starwalker]

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[turvi]

Can I request a remus lupin x Indian (Bengali) reader?

you're the only person I trust to write this well

like maybe right after "the prank" the reader is like screaming at Sirius in Bengali and James, Sirius, and Peter don't understand it at all. and Remus, being the sweetie he is and having dated the reader for almost two years now, knows Bengali (he learned it for her) and gives them some translations of the monologue the reader is on as they try to process it.

if possible could you also include how and when Remus started liking the reader? (maybe they weren't even in the same friend group)

lmk if you happen to need any translations cuz Google can't be trusted. my DMs are open for you :)

WARNING: INVOLVES THE PRANK, KISSING.

TRANSLATION BELOW

Y/n paced back and forth, waiting for Remus to wake up. She was getting more restless as the hour passed. It didn't help that James and Sirius were looking at her with guilt.

James thought it was a good idea to explain himself and Sirius, "Y/n-" 

 "tui ekta gadha kothakar...toder ke matha ta haatu te thake? Beshi pakamo korte gelo..eik minute er jonne o bhabishni...tai naa? Bas Snape ke phaad e phela te aeto baisto chilish ke eik baar o nijer bondhu er o kotha bhabli na!?" Y/n furiously yelled at them. 

 James and Sirius looked at each other awkwardly. It made her more furious that they were sitting there without saying a word. But the reality was that they had never seen Y/n so angry and were scared to speak. "Boka Manus, gadha!!" 

 Y/n stopped her pacing and yelling when she heard Remus groan. She was immediately by his side. Remus smiled weakly as he saw her as soon as he opened his eyes. 

 "Did I ever tell you how much you turn me on when you speak Bengali, even though I don't understand a word?" Remus' voice croaked, and his body was almost numb with pain, but his smug smile was still intact. Y/n knew he was only trying to cheer her up.

 "Remus…not the time." Y/n politely berated him. She couldn't be mad at him. She knew this was his way to distract from the pain and guilt of what he did. "How are you feeling?" 

 "You want the truth?" Remus thickly swallowed, trying to keep his tears at bay. Y/n held his hand and ran her hand through his messy, sandy blonde hair. His eyes fluttered, and he let out a sigh. He forgot about his pain and his guilt momentarily. "I feel terrible. This should not have happened." 

 Remus glared at the pair of Marauders that sat on the floor. They didn't dare look up from the wooden floorboards. 

 "It's not your fault, Remus." Her voice felt like a cure for his pain. He looked into her eyes and wondered what he had done to deserve her. It felt like yesterday when he saw her in the library in the literature section. He had bumped twice against a bookshelf as he tried to get a good look at her.  

 "Is that what I'm to you guys now? A means to hurt someone you don't like? I know you guys hate him, but I could have killed him, and I would have to spend my life in Azkaban." Hot tears fell down his cheeks. 

 "Moony, we didn't mean for it to escalate like this," James explained. He was sweating profusely, trying to find the correct words to defend his actions. 

 "JAMES IF THINGS WOULD HAVE ESCALATED, HE WOULD HAVE DIED!!" Remus' voice echoed in the room. His cheeks were flushed with anger. His body was trembling as his mind offered scenarios of what could have gone wrong. "You two have lost your damn minds." 

 His breathing got normal when he felt Y/n's hand on his chest. Remus laid his head on her chest. Y/n felt his heartbeat, while Remus could hear her heartbeat. He closed his eyes and thanked Merlin that Severus was alive.  

 "Please leave, I don't want to talk to you two." 

 Sirius and James knew they had messed up badly when Remus didn't even spare a glance at them. Sirius tried to speak up, but Remus yelled, "I SAID LEAVE!" 

 Remus sighed and laid his head on Y/n's chest. He rubbed his temples, trying to rid himself of the headache that had annoyed him after he yelled at his friends. 

 Y/n gently untangled the knots in his hair as he stared into the distance. Y/n started to get up from the bed when she felt his hand tug at her wrist. 

 "Where are you going?" His eyes looked at her so desperately, as if he wouldn't be able to see her again. 

 Y/n softly chuckled, "Remmy I'm just going to get something to eat for you. You haven't eaten since yesterday morning." 

 "Please stay." His brown irises were clouded with tears, and her heart broke at the sight. Y/n wondered if Remus knew the effect he had on her. When he first approached her, she was skeptical of him. But all it took were a few silly attempts to flirt, and she could never stop smiling in his presence.  

 "Remus, love, you need to eat. You look weak, and you need to have your medicine, and then—"

 She was interrupted when she felt his lips on her. His trembling hands held her face as he deepened the kiss. Remus didn't pull away from the kiss until his lungs burned for oxygen. "I don't deserve you." He confessed as he nuzzled her nose. 

 "Maybe… but you know too much about me, so I'm not leaving you," she smirked with pride as he chuckled. Another thing she loved about Remus. She loved the sound of his laughter, and she loved it even more when she was the reason behind it. 

 "Please rest. I'll bring some juice and breakfast, and once your stomach is full and after you have taken your medicine, I'll cuddle with you as much as you want." She placed a sweet kiss on his nose and cheek as a reassurance that she would be back. 

 When Y/n walked out of the room, James and Sirius were waiting by the door. They looked at her nervously until James tried to speak up. "Y/n please make him understand we didn't mean to hurt him." 

 Exactly, you were not thinking straight, your one "silly prank" could have put him in Azkaban." 

 Her breath shuddered. She lost her balance, but Sirius held her. Y/n silently sobbed into Sirius' shoulder as he caressed her back, trying his best to comfort her. Y/n mumbled into his shoulder. "I could have lost him. I…I don't want to lose him." James and Sirius held her. James wiped his own tears. 

 His voice was heavy with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Y/n. Please know we didn't want to hurt Remus-" 

 "But you did…you know how dangerous it was. Dammit, you guys became Animagus to make sure Remus didn't hurt anyone. But you used his weakness to hurt someone." She looked at them. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of hurt. 

 Y/n got up and went to the kitchen to get Remus food, not sparing another look at James and Sirius. 

 When she got back into the room, her heart broke at how weak Remus looked. Y/n carefully placed the tray on the bed, waking Remus up with a kiss. She smiled into the kiss when she felt his hands on her hips. 

 Y/n mumbled against his lips. "I thought you were sleeping." 

 "If you wake me up like this, I won't be able to sleep again." 

 Y/n giggled as he pulled her closer. "Remus, be careful you will hurt yourself." 

 Remus frowned when he noticed her puffy eyes. "Dove…what's wrong?" 

 She sniffled as she wiped her tears. "Nothing Remmy. You take proper rest." She started tucking him into the blanket but he stopped her, holding her hand close to his heart. "Who hurt you, pretty girl?" 

 Y/n blushed. She shook her head. She knew Remus could barely move because he was in pain, but he was ready to fight anyone who hurt her. "My silly boy. You don't have to worry. It was just James and Sirius. They were apologizing and... I…it just hit me…I almost lost you, Remus." 

 Remus held her closer as she hiccuped between her sobs. He kissed her all over her face as he spoke. "Oh, lovie, my sweetheart. I'm so sorry." He rested his cheek on her head, softly caressing her arm as she heard his heartbeat. "I'm here, dove. I'm here with you." 

  A/n: Thank you for sending this request and being so patient. I hope you like this. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

 Remus kissed her. He didn't let her know internally how thankful he was that he made it back to her in one piece. 

Translation: you donkey, is your brain in your knees? You guys are so arrogant didn't even think twice. You were so focused on pranking Snape you didn't think about your bestfriend ?!

[beyondthemyths-rpg]

𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫 LUX.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄́; billy bowen, ft. tati gabrielle. 29 yo, humain·e/banshee/sirène/, derby chez les marauders.

𝐏𝐀𝐑; alaois murtagh, ft. saoirse ronan. femme, 27yo, sirène, pilleuse chez les marauders.

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[first love, help in mischief, scammers for the best, use for power, left without a word to avoid her pain.]

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coucou toi!!! alaois attend avec impatience billy pour lui péter les dents, tu lui en voudras pas :)))) je te promets plein de trop cool aventures, des mouchoirs et des cœurs brisés, je suis accroc on va pas se mentir mais si tu t'intéresses à bibi, c'est que toi aussi hihi alors je suis sûre qu'on va s'aimer, sur une étoile ou sur un oreiller comme on dit si bien

[nahoney22]

My birthday is this month! Could I request Crosshair doing something special for female reader on her birthday?

Birthday Surprise

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 634 words

Exactly as the request asks 😊

warnings: none, pure fluff.

A/N: bestie, I am so sorry for the delay but happy belated birthday to you. Enjoy @ilovebadboys … ANOTHER CROSS FIC? IN THE SPACE OF A FEW HOURS? Of course 💋

Masterlist

“Alright, open your eyes.”

All week Crosshair had been planning this surprise and all week you have been none the wiser. Of course you may have hinted that your birthday was coming up but you didn’t necessarily expect anything from him. Money was tight and the boys had been exceptionally busy so when he came ‘home’ to surprise you, you didn’t expect another array of surprises.

He had practically kidnapped you, scooping you off your feet after he dropped off your gifts, hailing down a galactic cab to reach your first destination which was a lovely restaurant. The food was delicious and it was more enjoyable for you to see him eating food that wasn’t a shared ration bar and gunk from the Kaminoan Cantina.

After that, he took you to a bar where a few drinks were on the cards and it just so happened your favorite local band was playing! Although a little embarrassing that the singer dedicated a song to you after learning it was your birthday which left you red in the face. Crosshair could not stop smirking.

You were thanking him for the lovely night, ready to go home but he takes your hand and shakes his head. “Night’s just getting started.”

He tells you to keep your eyes closed as you walk through the small town and you’re trying to picture the route in your mind but nothing is coming up.

Once your eyes open, the biggest grin plants on your face to see the Marauder perched on a hillside with some familiar faces standing in front holding a large banner.

“The banner was the kids idea.” Crosshair grumbled as he stared at the bright and glittered exploded birthday banner, seeing his brothers and sister waving over to you.

“I can’t believe this!” You say with a laugh, waving back before looking up at him. “You told me they went back to Kamino.”

“What? And have them miss your birthday, baby girl? I don’t think so.” He says with a coy smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he escorts you over to the others who gave you a mix of hugs and pat on the back for your special day.

The night ahead lead to many fun games, some drinking when Omega finally dozed off to sleep, and surprisingly to you; dancing.

Crosshair of course wanted nothing to do with most games and dancing but gladly watched his brothers (mainly Wrecker) dance about which was just him jumping up and down and throwing you about. One by one, the others had called it a night which just left you and Crosshair to sit by the makeshift campfire, cuddled up under a shared blanket.

“Had a good day?” He asks, moving soft circles along your back with his dexterous fingers.

“Perfect,” you sigh happily, resting your head against his shoulders “didn’t know you could pull all this off.”

He scoffs a little and shrugs nonchalantly, feeling a little modest. “Yeah I can’t take all the credit but the others helped me with ideas a lot… but I will take credit for this.” He says with a cool tone, leaning down and capturing your soft lips with his own.

You melt into him, unsure if it was the heat of the bonfire or the scorching of his lips that were making you turn to a puddle in his grasp. When he pulled back, the look in his eyes was nothing short of adoring.

Never had he thought he would have this connection with someone. Never would he think he would do all this for someone who he loved or someone who loved him. “Happy birthday mesh’la.”

You thank him with another soft kiss and enjoyed this rare moment with the Marksman, engulfed in warmth, happiness and pure love.

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