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Hello lovely people, i’m Ashleigh!! i like to write, draw and look at pretty aesthetic things. You can find me on ao3 insta and pinterest
please don’t be afraid to interact and say hello!! I’d love to make some friends and talk about literally any ship, topic or theme within the marauders :))
wips:
The Woeful Inevitable | Wolfstar | Raising harry post war au | M | Angsty, slow burn, trauma healing
There was those who understood. Who looked him in the eye, saw a boy beaten down by the world and knew that his fight was over before it even began.
Hidden with the dust in the docs:
A Rose By Another Name | Pandalily | Hogwarts au | T | soft hearted, unknown identities, rival houses, sapphic,
The chaotic nature of a Gryffindor party usually wasn’t Pandora’s thing.
But the rules of their Halloween bash enticed her.
The Lullaby Of Arsonists | Jegulus/Wolfstar & background | creature au | E | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, vampires, murder, blood & gore, character death, resurrection
His heart was here, cradling him in familiarly foreign hands he recognised as unknown. Hushed and rocked, bloodstained petals of a destroyed meadow, a cold tightness of a forbidden hold, he died.
And died. And died. And died. And-
A Trifecta Of Tribulations | Rosekiller | after Hogwarts au | M | idiots in love, friends to lovers, family issues, drunk teens too afraid to adult, non-canon compliant
No matter when or where or how, Evan Rosier will always amount to being pureblood Evan Rosier, son of Randall Rosier, fourth in line, puppet to the pureblood hierarchy and constitutional expectations for marriage.
Barty just wanted to get high.
Every Essence Leaves An Echo | Wolfstar & background Jegulus | Ghost hunting au | M | spooky, grief, sarcastic ghosts in jars, detective work
Remus had an uncanny talent far beyond his peers for deciphering one scream to the next, predicting a spirits movement before even the bastard energies could.
Unnamed fast and furious/ gang au | Wolfstar & Jegulus | E | dark characters, lots of alcohol and drugs, gambling, injuries
It was only here that sirius ever felt truly present.
His life was a spinning coin, heads or tails, head shot or a rear-end. It spun and spun and spun, getting aster and faster until the speedometer rose. Seventy and eighty, the two cars side by side, battling for room on the one-way road. Head straight forward, the bend up ahead getting closer and closer until the drop felt inevitable.
