Hi, my name is Maia but you're welcome to call me Mai. I'm from a hispanic country so I'm really sorry if I make mistakes, english is not my first language.
20 years old
Aquarius
bisexual
she/her
My requests are open and I highly encourage you to request!
Fics I've written so far:
Loving schemes | Barty x reader
14 things I love about you | Barty x reader
Six months | Barty x reader
Stolen books and confessions of love | Remus x reader
The pretty blonde girl | Marlene x reader
I'm only comfortable writing sfw fics, at least for now. I'm open to suggestive content but not explicit or descriptive.
I will write for Barty Crouch Jr. and Remus Lupin. I'm thinking of adding more characters but that's it for now.
All angst must have a happy ending and all hurt must have comfort (I'm sensitive, I can't handle too much sadness).
My name is Abdelmajed.
I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries.
Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope,
but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety.
Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed”
A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins”
This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here.
Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next.
👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves.
📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us:
You’re walking this road with us.
And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words.
If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity.
It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity.
You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )
With love and endless gratitude,
Mosab and family ♥️
Hi! Like a month ago I watched a tiktok of a reddit story of a gf that didn't want his bf to support his bff through a rough time and I thought it was insane, so I decided to use that concept, but with actual support.
I'm very excited about this one bc I tried something new for me (hurt-comfort and not relationship-centered) and I really liked the end result. I have more ideas to explore this or continue it.
As always, you're more than welcome to request fics (please do!) because sometimes I need outer sources of inspiration. Also, I'm so sorry if I've made spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!
Pre-established Barty Crouch Jr. x reader | 1.4k words
The one with Evan and Pandora panicking and the group supporting them.
CW: hurt-comfort / overthinking and signs of anxiety / a relative leaving for a period of time / Barty, Evan and Pandora can relate to desperation and we love them for it / like one or two cusswords / me loving Pandora very much / Barty being lovely.
Masterlist <3
A phone ringing in the middle of the night is one of the scariest things that can possibly happen to someone. The mental checklist of who it could be or what could have happened is inevitable. Barty is here and safe. Was someone in the hospital wing? No, I don’t think so. Was everyone okay during dinner? I didn’t see anything different. Could it be my parents? What if-.
“Hello?” Barty cut the train of thought when he mumbled groggily and put the call on speaker. After repeating himself two times and only being answered with sobs, he checked who was calling. “Ev? Is everything alright?” Nothing. “Evan? What's going on?” he pressed.
“She's leaving, Barty.” Evan sounded like a kid who just lost his favourite toy and will never get it back.
“What? Who is leaving? Did you have a nightmare?” Barty pushed, his protective side shining through. “Relax, love, he’s getting there. Don’t pressure him.” You said as calmly and sweetly as you could manage.
“Oh my god, I woke you both up. I’m so sorry. Of course I was going to wake you both up, I’m so stupid. Go back to sleep.” Guilt was laced in Evan’s words.
“Rosier, can you stop apologizing and explain yourself? Or so help me, Salazar, I will go to your room and kick your arse.” Anyone who knew Barty would know immediately that wasn’t real but the desperation was.
“Pandora. She got the scholarship, her letter got lost and they just told her. She’s leaving tomorrow at 3 p.m.”
“What?” you both said at the same time.
“Yes, for six months. What am I gonna do, Barty? Panda is leaving for six months. Six—a whole half year without her. I’ve never been away from her that much time. What if she hates it? What if people think she’s weird and hate her for it?” Evan paused like something clicked in his head “I won’t be able to defend her, she might get hurt!”
“Rosier, breathe. You’re gonna faint.”
“Evan, sweetie, are you alone?” You chime in the most ‘mom voice’ you can muster.
“Yes,” it broke your heart how broken and little he sounded.
“Why don’t you come sleep here then? I can leave you boys the room to yourselves. Maybe Panda is still up; I can go and help her if she needs anything. That way you know someone is helping and taking care of her while you process this and, hopefully, get some sleep. How does that sound?”
“Are-are you serious?” You could tell by his voice that was exactly what he needed.
“No silly, Sirius is Regulus’ brother. Hurry up because Barty does not like to sleep alone and he gets really cranky if nobody is lying next to him.”
“C’mon, Rosie. You heard the lady, get your ass over here.”
Ten minutes after you hung up, when you were about to leave, you heard a knock on the door. You greeted Evan with a hug and Barty did the same. “Ev, I left you a pair of fuzzy socks warming up over there, a blanket and your favourite tea ready for you to boil. If you guys need anything, except calm Barty down from a temper tantrum, he’s your problem now Evan, you call me, okay?” At that, Evan looked lost like he wasn’t expecting to be taken care of, but he thanked you anyway. You didn’t miss the slight tremble of his hands or the tears in his eyes, but decided not to mention it. Instead you gave him another hug and ushered him out of the freezing halls and into the warm room.
Barty walked to the door to kiss you goodbye for the twelfth time in the last three minutes. Once more, he made absolutely sure–just to be safe–that you were okay walking alone all the way over to Pandora’s room (it was a five-minute walk, of course you were okay).
When you got to Panda’s door, your phone lit up with a message from Barty that read: “Thank you for taking such good care of him, he doesn’t know how to say it but he really appreciates it. He hasn’t stopped telling me that you’re great and what am I doing with my life that I haven’t married you already. Love you, treasure”. You responded: “Tell him that we're here for him for whatever he needs because we love him. And also, that he's right. I don't know either what you're doing with your life that you haven't married me already jk. Love you, too”.
As soon as you knock three times, the door opens to reveal a very out-of-control Pandora. This was so not like her. You couldn’t move for a second, your lovely, quirky and go-with-the-flow friend was not going with the flow, but going to be bald if she kept pulling and running her hands on her head like that. “I don’t know what to do,” she barely got the words out. She didn’t look ethereal as usual, but broken, confused and was that guilt in her eyes?
“It’s okay sweetie, nobody expects you to. Why don’t we try to relax for a second and then we can think of a plan? How does that sound?” Pandora didn’t let one second pass after your last sentence and just threw herself to your already awaiting arms. “Does Evan hate me?” Her voice sounded just like his had just some minutes before on the phone, full of pain and childlike, “This is my dream…but I don’t want it if it makes me lose him. Oh my god, I have to say no, I can’t lose my brother”. At that you take her head very carefully and lovingly from your shoulder and stroke her cheeks with your thumbs to hopefully stop the overthinking. “Sweetheart, is there really something that you could do to lose him? You could kill somebody for all I know that he would help you hide the body and defend you from anyone that dares to accuse you of such a thing.” A tiny smile forms on her lips at that, she knows it’s true “He could never hate you for fulfilling your dream, of course he’s gonna miss you, we all are, but he has and always will be your number-one supporter. I’m sure he’s already ordering ‘My sister is a genius and yours isn’t’ t-shirts, if he does, please tell him I want one that says ‘my friend’ instead of ‘my sister’ and I want mine with a picture of your face on it, okay? My point is: we have to get you ready and pack so you can go, humiliate everyone with your knowledge and come back to us, your proud and annoying family”. You cleaned her tears, pecked her on the cheek and took her to the wardrobe to finish the bags.
In the morning Evan, Barty, Regulus and Dorcas found you asleep with the packed luggage on the foot of the bed, woke you up with breakfast and rushed you out the door. In the blink of an eye, all five of you were watching Pandora on the train waving your final goodbyes, throwing her kisses and shouting your pride. Cassie and Reg had even made themselves ‘Pandora merch’, as they liked to call it, with a ‘PANDORA IS BETTER THAN YOU’ and ‘HOT GIRLS GET SCHOLARSHIPS (like Pandora)’. Once the train left, the moment you’ve been expecting since you saw their outfits finally came, “Seriously? You couldn’t have told us? Or made one for us, too? You made it look like you love Fairy more than us?” Barty had been calling Pandora ‘Fairy’ since they were kids because when they first met, at 11 years old, he thought she was an actual fairy and asked her for a wish. He had even brought her to Evan saying he “found a fairy in the woods so now they could make friends with her and get everything they ever wanted”, let’s just say that Evan laughed at him for a whole year and the nickname stuck.
“Well, maybe we do”
“Fuck off, Meadowes” He wanted to sound angry, but the thought of his sister being so loved kept bringing a smile to Evan’s face.
Those would be six very long months, but none of you could be any prouder of her.
Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor
Hi! My class today was very boring, but there was a girl that just screamed Marlene and so I got the inspiration to write this. I was kinda nervous about this because I'm nervous about writing sapphic relationships (eventhough I'm bi), but I think this is cute.
You're more than welcome to request fics (please do!) because sometimes I need outer sources of inspiration. I'm so sorry if I've made spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!
Marlene Mckinon x Fem!reader | 368 words
The one with Marlene getting the girl.
cw? slight James Potter x reader (no cheating, he's just interesed), Marlene being very cocky (so, the usual).
Masterlist <3
“Well, hello there,” as you turned around you saw James —with a smirk that would make half, if not the whole uni, swoon. —“Came to watch the game, I see. Anybody in particular that has caught your eye?”
With a shy smile and slightly flushed cheeks, you said, “You could say that, yes.”
“Can you give me your number then?” he asked, you could feel his ego in his words.
“Oh great, thank you so much.” At that, his smile faltered a bit, but maybe it was just the way that you said it, James tried to convince himself “You don’t mind giving it to your pretty friend? I wanted to be the one to ask for the date, but I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that now.”
“Sorry?” was all he could get out, was he somehow playing wingman right now?
“Um yeah, the pretty blonde girl? Marlene? I thought you guys were friends, I’m sorry” That’s it. I’m never asking somebody out again, James decided
“You want to go out with MARLENE?”
“Yes, Jam—well hello there.” She said, winking at you, “Oh, how rude of me to interrupt, but when there’s an angel with my number on her cheek I have to take a closer look. Did you come to watch me, baby?”
“My friends invited me to watch the game, but let’s say there was a special motivation to say yes.”
Your bright smile gave her the confidence to go on. “If that’s the case, can I have your number so you can tell me what you thought of my performance over coffee tomorrow?”
“James already asked me for you” His name took him out of the trance he was in, trying to understand why all the women that he liked happened to like his best friend.
“Aren’t you a dear, Jamie?” she teased, placing one arm on your back, “Well, now that’s settled I will walk this beautiful lady to her section, you tell the team to start warming up” If the smirk in her face got any bigger, it would be a full-on smile. There is nothing Marlene loves more than bossing people around with a gorgeous woman in her arms.
I love Jegulus. Like wdym the 'J' is for James and then Regulus gets the rest of the ship name all to himself? Regulus you greedy thing... He took James' contribution to the ship name so that he could have him for himself. He made sure the '-egulus' part is there for EVERYONE to see. That bespectacled boy right there? That's his.
I've been wanting to write for a few days now but my inspiration has been nowhere to be found. Is like a have a thousand ideas and none at the same time.
(Maybe it is better because I'm getting sick and this Saturday I'm sitting for an important exam, either way, any ideas are welcomed)
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Barty and Potter!Twin!Reader are rivals because Barty, in his own warped perception of loyalty, thinks he just has to hate the Potters on Regulus' behalf. Reader, in turn, is super protective of James and Sirius, so she always fires right back.
One day they're having a spat and he's using the "you're spoiled" argument, to which you reply with your usual "I'm loved, it's not the same". Barty throws out some taunt about "Effie and Monty" instead of "Mummy and Daddy" when he's taunting her and you're all "how the fuck do you know about my parents?"
"Because they haunt Regulus' dreams."
"Regulus would be welcome to come live with us at any time. The only reason he doesn't know that is because he doesn't let himself."
"And the rest of us?" He's hoping it's a gotcha moment where Potter!Reader is forced to admit that there is never enough love to go around for everyone, that you can be spoiled by it, that some people are just born unlucky.
Instead; "You know what, Junior? The rest of you tossers are welcome as well."
You don't let him win and you throw it out without thinking, knowing in your heart of hearts that if your parents would take in anyone. Barty grins wickedly because he thinks you've made a mistake, thinks that he can take you up on it and prove you wrong once and for all.
Fully intending on antagonising you, on making you eat your words, Barty shows up at the doorstep of Potter Manor for summer break. Except that instead of being thrown out immediately or getting to revel in Effie and Monty trying and failing to play along before then at last kicking him out – he's embraced.
Barty is wholeheartedly taken in. And once he's there, no amount of "woah hey no this is not what I signed up for" is going to save him. He gets accepted, doted on, loved. It becomes the best summer of his life.
Instead of him cackling in your face, you get to hold back a smirk as you chew your dinner, multiple weeks into Barty's siege of Potter Manor, watching him smile without thinking about it.
At the end of the summer, maybe after certain feelings have been revealed and established, he's all but toeing the ground with his shoe, looking up at you uncertainly, going: "Did you mean all of us tossers would be welcome?" Queue you thanking Merlin that Potter Manor is already unnecessarily large as you suddenly have three more Slytherins and a Ravenclaw at your doorstep.
Hola! I was lacking inspiration and suddenly it came back today. This was inspired by my lonely ass thinking how much I would love to celebrate Valentine's day with somebody and this is exactly the way I am as a girlfriend. This is lots of fluff and just Barty being very loved (like he deserves to be). It also includes lots of my favourite Barty headcannons, this really is how I picture him.
You're more than welcome to request fics (please do!) because sometimes I need outer sources of inspiration.
I'm so sorry if I've made spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!
Barty Crouch Jr x reader | 603 words
The one with Barty being loved like never was before.
Masterlist <3
14 things I love about you was the first thing Barty saw when he entered his room. There was a box and a jar, this last one read exactly that on its front. Once he got closer to his bed he noticed a note on top of the box. It looked like a letter so it felt right to read it first.
“Hello my love! Dragul, in the box you will find Papanasi. I really really hope they are at least as good as you remember them, but if they’re horrible I want you to know that I made them with a lot of love (I’m sorry! Let’s hope for the best). Te iubesc iubițel”
He didn’t realise the moment he started crying, but suddenly his cheeks had some tears. His eyes moved towards the jar, his hands soon following them. One by one he started opening the little green papers.
1. You try to hide your emotions, but your eyes betray you. I love that I can always see through them, they’re so honest.
2. Your upside down smile sends butterflies to my stomach.
3. I adore your accent, nothing beats when you speak Romanian, though. I have to take a pregnancy test every. single. time.
4. Your mismatched socks put a smile on my face.
5. I love that you chew on weird gum flavors (Who the fuck eats Dr. Pepper or Mint chip gum?).
6. The green in your hair should be illegal, it’s not fair you look so good with it AND it matches your personality so well (Don’t ask, okay? It makes sense, if you were a colour you would be green). Leave something to the rest of us!
7. I love your weird sense of humor, it makes you so unique.
8. The way eyeliner makes your eyes pop and brings structure to your face (I adore your knife-sharp face!) makes me go crazy.
9. Your hyperactive moments always make me laugh so much, how can you move and talk that fast?!
10. If there’s something I can count on, is you having a snack all the time. I love how you carry all of your loved ones’ favourite snacks, just in case they’re hungry.
11. I fall all over again for you every time you interact with animals, you are so gentle!
12. Your snorts when you laugh and your dimples when you smile bring warmth to my chest.
13. I love how you show your love through your actions, you might not be great at saying it (even though you try and I’m really proud of you for that), but your actions speak for themselves.
14. You. I love you, who you are, what you do and how you carry yourself.
He was speechless, nobody had ever put so much effort in showing him love. Maybe nobody had ever loved him enough, but that didn’t matter now, he had you. Overwhelmed by all the love, he decided to try the pastry. This isn’t real, he thought. It was even better than he remembered. It was like going back to Romania, but now embraced in the tightest and warmest hug ever. After two bites he decided that was enough, he had to find you. What if he looked crazy running down the halls? He couldn’t wait to love on you all night. Something was for sure, there was no way in hell he was letting you out of his arms. There would be lots of cuddles, kisses and maybe a little threat to make you say all that Romanian that you wrote, now to his face.
Thank you so much for reading <3
Dragul: Darling (for men)
Papanasi: The ring-shaped donuts are made from cottage cheese and semolina and then fried, which the Romanians prefer, unlike the original recipe borrowed from Austro-Hungarians that required boiling. The dessert is finished with sour cream on top and preserve, usually blackberry or forest fruits.
Te iubesc iubițel: I love you baby / sweetheart / lover / darling
Webs I got the information from:
https://www.tasteatlas.com/best-rated-desserts-in-romania
I'm writing a Barty fic and I fear it will be too much fluff (there's no such thing as too much fluff), but I think i WILL have a sugar rush just from writing it.
Anyway, I think I will post it today or maybe tomorrow :)
James says “I love you” to every single one of his friends all the time. The only person he never says it too is Regulus. And this freaks Regulus out so much because he’s the only person James doesn’t say it to even tho he’s his boyfriend so that must mean he’s not in love with him. But here’s the thing, James has not said “I love you” yet even though he says it with everyone else because with Regulus IT MATTERS. It’s not just a quick “bye I love you” like with his friends it’s a real meaningful impactful on their relationship kind of “I love you” and he’s scared he’s going to scare Reg off. On top of that James has never had someone love him back romantically and he’s scared shitless that Regulus won’t be in love with him the way he wants.
So the day Regulus works up the courage to just tell James he loves him, entirely expecting to not hear it back, he’s left in complete shock when James pulls him into a hug and starts crying saying how much he’s in love with him. Reg starts crying too and they both end up in a mess of tears, limbs and snot as they tell eachother how much they love each other.
