[pearlescentpixiie]

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[pearlescentpixiie]

Why Live Cam Changes Everything For AI Companions

Late one night I wasn't really in the mood to type. I just wanted company. That's when SweetDream's live cam feature stopped being a novelty for me and started feeling like a small gift. Available with select characters on sweetdream.ai, a live cam session turns your AI companion from a chat window into something closer to a face you're happy to see.

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And because privacy is treated as non-negotiable, you can relax into it. Everything you share and everything you create stays discreet and yours. That peace of mind is part of why SweetDream feels like the best AI girlfriend platform out there — it lets the connection be the only thing you're thinking about.

[pearlescentpixiie]

eddie is like a koala

eddie is like an overgrown, six foot tall koala.

as the day fades, and the exhaustion from the responsibilities of said day settle into place— eddie clings.

he tries to blame it on the events in the upside-down, which might be a bit true— but not entirely.

he definitely only says that to sound cooler if it’s ever brought up.

it’s really just because he likes having physical contact with you.

he’d never admit it to anyone’s face, well.. except for yours.

when eddie loved, he loved with all of this heart and soul.

but eddie was dramatic.

very dramatic.

even the silliest declarations of his love held his classic eddie charm.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

“i’d throw away my entire cassette collection if you asked me to.”

“that’s sweet, but i’m not asking you to?”

it was one of his best traits.

one of his worst traits though— was his clinging.

every night in bed, every limb on his body was somehow wrapped around you, causing you to never be cold at night. instead you are always burning hot

one time, steve walked in on your cuddle sesh in the common area of the wsqk.

“dude, you’re like a koala. a human koala.”

“you wound me, harrington.”

in public, he’s always got a hand on you, no matter how or where.

but it’s only because he absolutely adores you, and he makes that clear to you every day.

maybe it’s not a bad trait.

maybe he’s just a genetically modified human version of a koala.

or— maybe he’s just irrevocably, and insanely in love with you.

steve’s bets are on the koala option.

[s0phslibrary]

And I still see some of yall say ‘make this fic into a character ai pls!’

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF WATER

Get off those god forsaken generative ai apps or you will go down with those who care

Especially those of you in the fanfic community, you steal your own work by going on c.ai and simultaneously kill us

For those who don’t know, ai takes from fresh water to cool its computer systems and the water can’t be recycled. ChatGPT alone uses 500 million gallons of water a day, and the AI industry used more water last year than the plastic water bottle industry. It also produces nothing original and takes from artists and writers alike.

Please resist and fight against this, it will only change if there is a collective effort ‼️‼️‼️

[pearlescentpixiie]

safety

steve restlessly shifted in your bed, his eyes fluttered open and shut as he battled with his own mind.

it had been hard,

everything had been hard since the end.

some came out with scars, others didn’t come out at all.

but steve—

steve came out with nightmares.

visions of him dangling helplessly off the wsqk radio tower and falling to what ultimately was death.

the mind flayer impaling dustin and killing him brutally.

watching you get cursed by vecna; the sound of your bones snapping echoed in his head.

only for him to wake up and it not be real.

none of it was ever real.

“steve?” you hummed sleepily, feeling tight arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“you’re safe,” he stuttered, attempting to convince himself of the truth.

“i’m safe.” you replied, fingers lacing through his gently.

“i’m safe,” he sighed, realizing the tension from his body.

“you’re safe.” you agreed.

with you in his arms, he settled back sleep easily.

without a fear.

you were safe.

[pearlescentpixiie]

clark’s cuddles

when you first start to date clark, he’s extremely bashful.

whenever your hands merely brushed against one another his cheeks would dust pink.

jimmy insisted it was pathetic, but you thought it was adorable.

though as time passed, he grew increasingly more comfortable with you.

so, the first time you spent the night with him at his place…

you discovered how much of a cuddle-bug he really was.

his big, beefy arms wrap around your midriff as a soft “s’this okay?” drifts out of his lips.

early mornings begin with you waking up to clark’s lips peppering kisses across your face.

steamy sessions end with gentle arms cocooning you as you drift off.

who knew metropolis’ best journalist and hero folded over a few cuddles?

thankfully, you did.

[pearlescentpixiie]

hey diva slay baddie (im sorry💔) this is literally my first time requesting and i literally just saw ur acc and went "might as well" OK i want something fluffy, just nice morning fluffy, kissing obvi BUT NO SEXY STUFF PLS IVE READ TOO MUCH SMUT TODAY💔💔you can pick from Hiccup, Steve, or Any Marauder (not peter)🦅🦅

ty for requesting, lovie!

morning girl

steve harrington x shy!reader

steve adored waking up earlier than you in the mornings.

why?

simply because it was the only time he could truly admire your sweet face without you shying away.

of course he loved your shy demeanor in contrast to his more outgoing one, but sometimes the poor boy just wanted to gawk at how breathtaking you were.

he did love your morning face, though.

the way the early morning glow hit your face, illuminating you like some sort of goddess.

the feeling of your cheek, pressed against his chest.

he was a bit scared to take a breath,

he didn't want you to move your head.

the look of your puffy lips, swollen from sleep yet oh so kissable.

your messy hair, all fanned out and adorable.

not to mention how your eyelashes rested on your cheeks.

needless to say; steve was irrevocably obsessed with the way you looked in the morning, the noon, or the night.

his thoughts were interrupted as you began to stir, soft sounds of sleep escaping your lips.

"hi, baby." he mused, gentle fingers tucking your hair away.

"hi.." you responded, your head resting on your chin.

"sleep well?"

"mhm."

he grinned, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"you're beautiful, you know?" he cooed, your cheeks flushing sheepishly.

"thank you, steve." you flashed him a sleepy, lopsided grin.

"i love you." he murmured, as if he could only say it once ever.

come to think of it- if he could only say 'i love you' once, he would definitely say it to you.

multiple times.

even if it was illegal.

"i love you too." he captured your sweet lips in a soft kiss, before letting you lay your head back down on his warm chest.

his fingers stroked your hair gently, lulling you back to sleep.

he loved his morning girl.

[pearlescentpixiie]

can't fight the moonlight

synopsis: Remus is electrified by your werewolf inspired costume

trope: costume party (it’s fun)

pairings: remus lupin x reader

cw: maybe a bit suggestive if you read into it

divider creds: @enchanthings

“DEEP IN THE DARK YOU’LL SURRENDER YOUR HEART.” Were the lyrics blasting out of the speakers in the Gryffindor common room.

Remus watched closely as your hips swayed side to side with the rhythm of the music, unbeknownst to him— his hand clutched his glass of fire whiskey.

“Nice pirate costume, mate!” Sirius barked over the crowd, the former adorned in black drapes and skulls.

“Thanks, and— what exactly are you meant to be?” Remus cocked his head, puzzled.

“Hades, clearly.” Sirius scoffed, and he leaned on James for support.

“He insisted.” James said from beside him, the boy dressed as Persephone.

“Hm.” Remus nodded, maybe you two could have done a matching costume— if you didn’t get in a small disagreement earlier.

The full moon was approaching, and Remus had reprimanded you earlier that day.

You were just trying to check on him— but he knew how he got during that time.

Uncontrollable.

And the moon was clearly fucking with him tonight, since you were here.

You were dressed as a werewolf, of course.

Fluffy ears on your head, a grey babydoll dress— Merlin, you were really messing with him.

You caught him staring at you, and you knew your master plan had worked.

To make him jealous.

Remus could barely take it anymore.

He pushed past clusters of students and reached for your arm, his fingers grasped tightly at your wrist as he tugged you away from the crowd.

“R—Remus—“ You tried.

“Where’s the confidence now, hm?” He asked, his arms crossing over his chest as he cornered you.

“Look, I—“

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me.” He whispered, his breath fanning your ear.

“I do, actually.” You mused, your eyes drooping down to… somewhere.

Remus groaned, as he tried to lean in and kiss you.

“Nope.” You pressed your index finger over his lips.

“Not till you say sorry.” The poor thing looked like a rejected puppy.

“I’m very, very, very, sorry.” He apologized between soft kisses on your neck.

“And?” You crossed your arms.

“And you can share my chocolate with me…” He answered, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, alright.” You murmured, your lips crashing against his.

-

[pearlescentpixiie]

so american

CHAPTER 6; PRETTY ISN'T PRETTY

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an American exchange student from Ilvermorny.

pairing: reader x remus lupin

cw: fake dating trope, reader finds herself slipping into the clutches of unhealthy beauty standards, r is mentioned to be a gryffindor

a/n: thank you all so much for the feedback!!

wc; 2.0k

so american masterlist

WALKING HAND IN HAND WITH JAMES felt odd.

You were so used to doing it with Remus, clutching his ice cold hands as you explored the castle together.

James’ hands were warm, not sweaty— but warm.

The hand pressing against the small of your back belonged to James, who was talking to his friends, while you caught the eye of Pandora, who was sitting across from you, sharing a look of discomfort.

Not that you didn’t trust James, you did.

It was just… different, having him in Remus’ place.

It felt like the Grand Canyon separated the both of you, even though you both swore on no feelings.

"You alright, love?" James squeezed your shoulder consolingly.

"Mhm, fine." You hummed, your attention completely focused on the un-touched meal in front of you.

"Are you going to eat anything?" He asked gingerly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as you pretended he was someone else.

"I'm not very hungry." You responded, your eyes meeting his concerned ones.

James didn't want to push on this. He knew better than to nag you. He got most of his "boyfriend training" from Lily in their 4th year.

You hoped Remus was doing well, because all you could do was hope seeing as he wasn't anywhere to be found at the moment.

The full moon was coming up, the first one since you found out about Remus.

And you could just sense that he was going through it.

"Y/n? We need to get going to potions". James shook you out of your trance, as you gaze up at him, dazed.

"Oh, yeah." It seemed like a cruel joke, that after all you had gone through with Remus, you had to resort to doing whatever James asked of you. But you were tired, and you felt as if you couldn't continue. And you had no choice but to continue. After all, there was still a potions class to attend. So you let James help you up, and you made your way there, no complaints from your lips or your mind. You just went.

"Do you know if Remus will be in class, today?" You asked curiously.

"I don't know, hon." He cooed, taking your books from your arms as Regulus passed by.

"What was that for?" You questioned, before seeing Regulus pass. "Oh, I get it now."

"Do you think he saw?" James swooned.

"Hard to tell, but we can only hope?" You offered reassurance, and he smiled back at you.

"Oh- James, I had a question about something you wrote on the contract?"

Oh, yes. The contract.

James insisted you made one so that way it would look real from the outside.

For example; you had to sit together in classes, at meals, and walk to classes together if necessary.

Dates/Dinners were always on him and he would never plan anything or do anything to/with you without your approval.

Holding hands was a perk, kissing could only be initiated by you and it probably was never going to be anyway.

"What on earth does "No Shagging" mean?"

"Shagging is a slang word for sex." He explained casually.

You didn't respond to him quite yet, you needed to process.

"Did you... want to-"

"You call sex shagging?" You bit back your laughter. "Yes?"

"Jesus, and I thought American slang sounded unintelligent." You scoffed, leaving James terribly confused.

"Its- It's not unintelligent sounding!"

"Do you fancy a snog or a shag in my sleeping quarters?" You mocked, sporting your (incredibly fake) heavy British accent, giggling as you spoke.

"You are such a minx, you know that right?" James teased, as he laughed with you.

"I know." You smiled, James did have a way of cheering people up, even if he wasn't meaning too.

As you approached the door to the potions classroom, James squeezed your hand.

"Ready?

"Ready."

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN?" Remus held Peter's shirt collar tightly, as he pinned the smaller boy against the wall.

"N-Not long! I haven't known for more than a day!" Peter pleaded, but Remus wasn't having it.

"You expect me to believe that? He asked through clenched teeth.

"Remus I swear on merlin!" Peter begged once more, as Remus released him.

"Why the fuck is she dating him?" He questioned, pushing a tower of books over in his rage.

"I- I don't know." Peter whimpered.

"She had never shown any interest in him before.. so why now?" Remus let his head fall into his hands, as he sat on the edge of his bed.

"M-Maybe she had a change of heart?" Peter tried.

"I'm not asking you, you wanker!" Remus barked.

"S-Sorry-"

"No- I'm sorry that I'm yelling but I just- I don't understand where this came from!" He sighed dejectedly.

Remus needed to get to the bottom of this, and now.

"No time to dwell on it now, I'm meeting someone at the library to do a project for Defense Against The Dark Arts." Remus stood, and all but stormed out of the dormroom.

Remus refused to lose you, his lifeline, the only person he didn't despise.

Absolutely not.

“AMORTENIA IS THE MOST potent love potion known in the world.” Professor Slughorn explained, pacing back and forth in front of the board.

"It has a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam that rises from it in intricate spirals. Amortentia is considered an incredibly dangerous potion, as giving it to a person will cause them to develop an obsessive infatuation with the person who made the potion."

"Can anyone tell me what it's main ingredients consist of?" He eyed the students who seemed to be paying attention, as your hand shot up.

"Y/N?"

"Ashwinder eggs, Rose thorns, Peppermint, Powdered moonstone, Pearl dust, and Rose petals." You answered proudly, as Remus stared at you and James from across the room- practically fuming.

You knew he wasn't actually angry, it was just the full-moon hormones that were making him this way.

And probably the fact that you both hadn't spoken in a couple of days.

Remus felt like he was drowning.

"Very good, Y/N! Twenty points to Gryffindor!" Slughorn beamed, before explaining the upcoming assignment to you all.

"So, everyone divide into pairs of two. You will be crafting your very own Amortentia and telling each other what it smells like to you."

"Remember, Amortentia smells different to anyone- as its scent takes form of what ever you find the most appealing and infatuating." Slughorn concluded, before dismissing you all to find your partners and to get started.

James paired with Sirius, so that left you to Remus.

Who you could tell was on the verge of boiling over.

"Good afternoon... Remus." You greeted awkwardly, as you collected the ingredients.

"Hi, Y/N." He muttered.

Remus was so clearly in pain, and you couldn't help but feel awful for him.

"Are you alright? You can go to Madame Pomfrey if you aren't feeling well-"

"I'm fine, Y/N." Remus spat harshly.

"I- okay... I'm sorry.." You jolted lightly, before collecting yourself and continuing on with the potion-making.

The first few minutes went well, yet it was nearly dead silent between you two.

"Seriously, are you alright? I know you said your fine but I know that things are happening soon and-"

"Godric, Y/N. I'm fucking fine, okay? Listen for once and stop asking, I'm not in the mood." He snapped, his hand clutching the table like a lifeline as he clutched his shoulder.

You felt incredibly useless as you stood there, tears bubbling up in your eyes as you watched yourself in a mirror hanging on the wall.

'God, Y/N. Stop being such a baby.'

'Remus is right, you need to listen.'

'You're always coddling him, you need to stop.'

'Is that really what I look like from the side?'

'No wonder he didn't want to kiss you.'

'No feelings? Like he would catch any-'

"Y/N!" You shot out of your trance and glanced over to the person beside you- who was not Remus.

Emilia Sallow, a slytherin prefect who's hand rested uncomfortably on your shoulder.

"Remus told me he had to go, so Slughorn asked me to fill in for him." She smiled sickly, although- It was actually a very kind smile, but it make you want to throw up.

"Oh, is he alright?" You asked melancholily.

"I think so, he told me that he's got a bad migraine and his shoulder is acting up." She shrugged, and you started to fully take in the girl beside you.

Long brown hair flowed briefly past her shoulders, her skin was an ethereal shade of olive that you swore belonged to a goddess.

She was beautiful.

Until you realized that she was wearing Remus' sweater.

"You're... wearing his sweater?" You furrowed your eyebrows, you had never heard of Remus talk about being friends with Emilia.

"Hm? Oh, yeah! So sweet of him, right?"

"Right."

You continued to work on your potion, but your mind kept drifting back to her.

Who the fuck was this girl?

As you finished the potion, Emilia turned back over to you.

"Who do you hope you smell?" She asked excitedly.

"Oh.. I don't know." You lied, obviously you wanted to smell Remus.

"I hope I smell Remus, but- of course I will." She waved her hand as if to say 'no big deal'.

"Why do you assume you'll smell him?"

"Cause he's my boyfriend." She stated simply, still smiling, yet her smile made you feel even more sick than before.

You could feel your heart shatter into a million little pieces.

"B-Boyfriend?" You double-checked.

"I know! I was shocked, but- he's just the best boyfriend, and I know we are soulmates!" She sighed dreamily, her tone proud.

"Good for you." You mustered, pressing your nails into your palm to refrain from sobbing right there.

"Thank you! He's just so sweet-" Her praises faded off into the distance as you mourned the loss of your heart.

Remus was your soul, your everything.

But clearly you weren't his.

As Slughorn inspected the potions and asked you what you could smell, you replied with nothing.

You couldn't smell anything in your potion.

You couldn't do this anymore.

When Slughorn dismissed the class, you were the first one out of there.

Unbeknownst to you, James trailed behind you.

"H-Hey! Y/N! Wait up-" His words got cut of by you pulling him into a broom closet.

"I-It's off, James. The deal is off." You sobbed out, wiping your tears with your sleeves.

"Why?" He asked, extremely concerned.

"Remus has a girlfriend." You explained sadly.

"He what?"

"He's got a-"

"No, I heard you- but- that's not possible."

"What do you mean?"

"Well- He was literally talking about you last night as if he was married to you!" James stressed, pacing back in forth.

"Who cares, James. He doesn't like me."

"Who is he with?" "Emilia Sallow." "Emilia? That's the Slytherin prefect." "She was wearing his sweater." "Remus doesn't give out his sweaters to anyone." "Well she had one." "The only girl he has ever talked about has been you." "What are you saying?" "Emilia was dating Gilderoy before they split up mutually." "And?"

"Gilderoy has a selfish crush on you." James explained.

"I know." You deadpanned.

"Gilderoy hates Remus." James leaned against the wall in a panic.

"So?"

"Emilia and Gilderoy were talking about Amortentia this morning."

"So?"

"Remus said he had been partnered with Emilia and Gilderoy for a DADA project and was dreading it."

"James what does this have to do with-"

"Sirius said Remus came back all tired and loopy, muttering about Emilia and shit and then he collapsed in his bed and went to sleep." The dots were beginning to connect.

"Emilia drugged Remus with Amortentia."

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[pearlescentpixiie]

hi ! could you please write a barty c jr x reader were they have a really flirty friendship and he gets jealous over her and ends up confessing ?

this got lost in my inbox i’m so sorry 😭

every girl gets her wish

pairing: barty crouch jr x potter!fem!reader

content: barty being a menace, background jegulus

warnings: none

HIS PRINCESS WENT on a date, and it wasn’t with him.

Now— Of course Barty was supportive and happy for you when you announced that you had gotten asked out by a 6th year Hufflepuff.

And of course Barty wanted you to be able to date anyone.

And of course Barty wasn’t jealous! He was just feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages.

But what if you fell in love with this guy? What if you never spoke to him ever again?

He was getting ahead of himself— there’s no way his butterfly was going to never speak to him again.

“Barty? I’m back..” You crept quietly into his dorm, seeing as girls weren’t typically allowed in the boy’s dormitory.

“Butterfly? Ugh! I missed you.” Barty flung himself around you, his face nuzzling into your hair.

“I was gone for two hours?” You questioned sweetly, and he pulled back to see your face.

“Exactly, two hours is much too long to go without seeing my Butterfly.” He sighed dramatically.

“You’re being dramatic.” You cooed, fixing up his disheveled hair.

“I am not, you were prancing around Hogsmeade with some bloke i’ve never met. That’s very unsafe.” He insisted, sitting both of you down on his bed.

“He wasn’t horrible, I promise. He was just… a bit mundane.” You sighed, flopping onto your back as Barty laid next to you with a smile.

“That’s good to hear.” He let out a breath of relief.

“Why do you say that?” You turned to face him, a confused expression on your face.

“My life’s plan was to be so interesting and exciting that you would never be able to find someone as fun and exciting and interesting as me.” He joked, wrapping his arms around you.

You giggled, his chin resting on your chest as he laid on top of you.

His eyes searched your face, you were so ethereal.

“I don’t think I could ever find someone as fun and exciting and interesting as you.” You whispered, stroking his hair gently.

“… I could never find someone as beautiful and elegant as you, Butterfly.”

“Surely you could.”

“Absolutely not, it’d be impossible.”

Barty sat up, and pulled you with him.

Your eyes met, his full of admiration.

“Butterfly?”

“Yes, Barty?”

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He breathed out, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

You were convinced Barty had never been this gentle with someone, seeing as he looked so cautious.

“M—Mhm..”

Before you could really understand what was going on, his lips locked with yours.

The passion between you was palpable, and Barty kissed you like he would never ever be able to again.

His hand traveled down to your waist, as your arms rested on his shoulders.

You stayed like that for a while, taking short breaks to breathe.

It was heavenly.

Until suddenly—

Regulus had previously opened the door and let out a shriek when he saw the scene.

Barty’s hand up your skirt and on your hip, your hands running up and down his shirtless back.

“Godric— Get a room!” He sounded utterly disgusted.

“If i’m not mistaken, Black— This is my room!” Barty shot back, as you looked down from embarrassment.

“It’s our time, actually.” James strutted in behind his shorter and angrier boyfriend.

“Why is he here?” You muttered, hiding behind Barty.

“Junior, you and your girl have to lea— IS THAT MY SISTER?”

What a fun, exciting, and interesting way to start a relationship.

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MANIAC

OLD

the one where you don't go back to the boys.

part two of the conan gray series

“i wish i were heather” out now!

synopsis: after getting cheated on by your previously expected soulmates, a change in perspective occurs and you find yourself falling for a different set of three.

warnings: foul language, slander on the marauders, sexual innuendos, mentions of smoking, a small taylor

"PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANT BACK WHAT THEY CAN'T HAVE."

Leaving Hogwarts early for Christmas this year was not something anyone could've forshadowed.

You, the girl who spent most of her time studying for her upcoming OWLS in November, had disappeared without a trace.

Of course most of your close friends knew where you were, and some not so close friends did aswell.

"She can't just run away from her problems." Said Sirius, his leg bouncing anxiously from the news Regulus had just sprung onto them.

"Sirius, It'll be fine, okay? When they get back to school, we can formally apologize and move on, right?" Remus attempted to reassure Sirius, but he in reality he felt quite crestfallen.

Lily sat quietly, already regretting her decision to do this with them.

In her head, she knew they had every intention to not cheat and solve things the right way— but she hadn’t helped.

It all started one night at a loud and ear-shattering Gryffindor victory party after a successful win for their Quidditch team.

She got drunk, and they were completely wasted.

And you weren’t there.

So their drunken minds believed it would be a missed opportunity if they didn’t take their chance with Gryffindors golden girl.

Lily knew she should’ve said no, she should’ve gone back to her dorm and hid from them for the rest of eternity.

But fate clearly had other plans.

And after secrets, longing stares, and lingering touches that the truth finally came to light.

and it was all at your expense.

“So— When will our Reggie be joining us, Meadowes?” Evan slurred, his voice carrying a heavily intoxicated tone.

“Soon enough, he’s got one more OWL to complete and then he’s on his way.” Dorcas mused as she gently pet the head of her tipsy sleepy Gryffindor girlfriends head as she babbled on about Quidditch.

Evan nodded drunkenly— before taking another swig.

Dorcas seemed so peaceful with Marlene— who had surprisingly accepted her invitation to spend Christmas with the Slytherins, though Marlene truly wasn’t prejudice against them like others were.

They seemed so… in love.

You had love once.

Remember?

They’re gone.

Remember?

They’re gone.

“I— I had love… once—“ You hiccuped sadly, beginning to sob for the umpteenth time this evening.

You were extremely drunk, who could really blame you?

“Aww… Treasure…” Barty (who surprisingly was very sober) cooed, encapsulating you in a bear hug as you cried into his chest.

“How many more times is she going to do that?” Asked Peter, who— by the way: lied to his friends and said he was going home for Christmas.

He was only visiting for the night, as he was currently visiting his girlfriend— Sybil Trelawney who lived in town.

“Who knows, Pete. Who knows..” Evan slung his arm around him.

“This should be the last time before she realizes that she doesn’t need them, that’s what the sprites are telling me.” Pandora smiled, petting your hair gently in comfort.

“Pettigrew, you should turn back to your rat-pack and tell them they’re trash.”

You spat, in broken sighs.

Obviously, Peter felt a bit of offense to the rat slander but alas— they weren’t aware of his rat-secret.

Quite a shame.

“Sure thing, L/N.”

'FEELS LIKE WE HAD MATCHING WOUNDS BUT MINES STILL BLACK AND BRUISED.'

on December 19th, Regulus had finally arrived at Barty's flat he'd rented for the holidays.

Marlene, Dorcas, and Peter had their departure just the day before, leaving just you, Pandora, Evan, Barty, and Regulus.

Pandora had just wished you all goodnights and dream blessings before nodding off to your shared room for your stay.

"So, anyone up for some firewhiskey?" Offered Evan, who held a giant bottle of the substance.

"Just a small bit, Rosie." Barty accepted his offer graciously.

"Need anything, amour?" Regulus mused in your ear, by far he was the most comforting one. As the other two just distracted you with their own twisted ways of thinking and chaos.

"I'm alright, Reggie. Thank you." You nodded politely, you had felt incredibly off this break.

Though they all weren't stupid, they knew why you were acting strange.

Every year since third year; You and the boys would leave Hogwarts and spend Christmas with the Potters.

Snowball fights, roaring fires, Effie's hot cocoa, the memories echoed through your brain like they were music blasting from your headphones.

Every time you closed your eyes to sleep, you would see endless slideshows of everything you had ever done with them.

The nights of passion, the hugs, the pre and post-quidditch game good luck and good job kisses, the play fights, the happiness.

Your life was black and white before you met them, they brought the color.

But they showed you colors they knew you couldn't see with anyone else.

Well, besides your 'best' friends.

Were you really just that? Just friends?

You were a year younger than the Marauders, same year as Regulus.

and Sirius would be so pissed off if he found out that you were sleeping with his brother-

...

Wait.

Who gives a fuck about Sirius?

Who cares what intelligent insult will come out of Remus' mouth?

And James, he liked Regulus once.

They'd hate you.

But,

Maybe you wanted them too.

So, you ended up taking a few shots of firewhiskey.

Okay,

More than a few.

"Um- actually, Reggie. I- I do need something." You slurred, holding onto your sober ex-boyfriends brother best friends nimble shoulders like he was your lifeline.

"Yes, amour?"

"I want a kiss."

Evan spat out his drink back into his cup, and Regulus' face heated up significantly.

"I'll give you a kiss..." Barty clambered over his boyfriends as his cold, veiny hands meet your waist.

His hands skim your body up and down, before pecking your lips softly, as if he was asking for acceptance.

"Can I kiss you?" Barty spoke so softly, he may have been chaotic and insane- but he was extremely cautious and respectable with things like this.

"I-I wanna taste you so bad.." Evan cooed at Barty's sweet words, as he held an extremely flustered Regulus in his arms, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

"Barty- please, kiss me." You mewled, barely finishing your sentence as he dived into your lips.

His lips surprisingly tasted like cherry chapstick, even though he had just been chugging firewhiskey.

After feeling like an eternity, Barty broke your kiss.

"I've wanted to do that since fourth year." He mumbled drunkenly, gazing up stupidly and lovingly at your blush-kissed face.

His kisses were heavenly, and so were Evan's, and Regulus'.

And needless to say, you didn't return back to Pandora that night.

'YOU'RE POINTING AT THE STARS IN THE SKY THAT ALREADY DIED.'

The return to Hogwarts was an awkward one at that.

But returning back to Hogwarts feeling happier than ever with your boyfriends? That was the best return you could make.

Hand in hand with Barty, you strutted into the Great Hall.

Evan and Regulus trailed behind, as you rambled on and on to Barty about something.

James stared your direction, and you unfortunately met his gaze.

He wasn't dense, he could see how your bright smile seemed to dim.

He smiled, softly.

James knew that they'd never get you back the way they had you.

He should've realized that you were the light of their lives.

Everyone should've woken up to see you.

They hurt you.

And this was their price.

They had to watch you thrive, with three other men.

Who would treat you like a goddess, something they never sought time for.

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[pearlescentpixiie]

Moony's Moon and Star.

OLD

synopsis; after a huge party that you were convinced you'd be alright going to, you end up hiding in your slytherin boyfriends dorm from every little thing.

pairings; poly!moonwater x seer!reader

warnings; profanity, social anxiety troubles

a/n; i'm totally not basing this off of a recent experience (except i didnt have a remus or regulus to comfort me)

THE PARTY WAS LOUD, booming even.

Students from every house drinking and dancing from wall to wall.

Couples in bathrooms and lines outside the door.

It was the last Gryffindor hosted party until holiday break, lasting until early January.

James, Sirius, and Peter had planned their last big prank of the year, though Remus wasn't very involved.

He was specifically tasked by Regulus to keep a watchful eye over you.

You had convinced your boyfriends (and not exactly yourself) that you could go to this party and make it out alive.

But godric, were you wrong.

You felt suffocated, pushing through the piles and piles of people as you somehow made it out into the silent hallways.

Tonight in the castle was the infamous no patrol night, where Filch and other teachers on duty wouldn't patrol. Basically meaning there was no curfew.

It was actually meant for students who needed to pack last minute, but everyone knew that this was a better option.

Not many students lingered the halls, besides a few horny little fourth year boys trying to get to second-base with their girlfriends of one week.

You made your way down to the dungeons, somehow making it that far without collapsing into yourself.

Quietly, you whispered the password and generously allowed into the Slytherin common room by the giant snake-like accents slithering away to reveal the dimly lit space.

You made your way up to Regulus' room, which by your knowledge was to be completely empty.

Your suspicions were right, and that left you to collapse onto his bed and let your emotions get the better of you.

You thought you could handle it.

You took deep breaths.

Hell- you even tried to stay with Remus, but the crowd separated the both of you whilst James pulled him aside.

You were trembling, and desperately wanting your boyfriends but not being able to immediately contact them.

Unexpectedly, you started feeling faint. Like your consciousness was being tugged right from your fingers.

It was like you were in a large, dark ocean with the moon just over head.

It was too far to see very clearly, though it's presence was still there.

Then, there was a star. A bright star. It was reaching for you, but the waves kept tugging you under as you felt like you were constantly drowning and being swept away.

You tried to reach for the star, but the tide crashed above you as your hand reached tirelessly towards the star.

And after one colossal wave, you had fully sunk.

The little stars glow dimming as you sunk under.

Before you jolted conscious once again, now feeling a cold hand pressed on your back.

You looked up to see your boyfriend, Regulus, a worried expression painted onto his face as you realized that you were practically laying on top of him.

"I-" You started, eager to explain yourself and why you didn't stay. As you expected some sort of lecture or "I told you so" from him.

"You don't have to say anything, amour. You're safe." He mused from below you, just as you realized how heavy your breathing as and damp your cheeks were.

"I know you were determined you could stay, but we're proud of you that you searched for solitude instead of making yourself more uncomfortable." A different voice spoke softly, that voice obviously belonging to Remus.

"I-I said I would s-stay though and I didn't..." You attempted to find some sort of blame to place on yourself, but clearly your boyfriends weren't taking it.

"Dove, it's completely alright." Remus caressed your cheek gingerly, as Regulus and his ice cold Antarctic hands against the lumber of your back.

"Please understand nobody is mad at you, it's alright, amour." Regulus cooed, his ring finger drawing imaginary lines down your forehead to the tip of your nose.

"O-Okay.." You murmured sleepily, the Sight making your brain go all fuzzy and lulling you to sleep.

"Bonne nuit, mon amour. Respire, nous sommes là..."

(goodnight, my love. just breathe, we're here…")

Regulus whispered, smiling gently at his boyfriend as you fell asleep.

You definitely were in good hands.

[pearlescentpixiie]

james potter is the type of guy who wakes up at the buttcrack of dawn (5am) to not go drink a fancy coffee, like a latte or a cappuccino no—

this motherfucker wakes up to drink orange juice

fight me

[pearlescentpixiie]

i wish i were heather...

synopsis: you were under the impression that you were stable in your secret long-term relationship with three of the four marauders, until it becomes clear that you aren't the girl they want anymore. (so you think). will you lose them before its too late? or have you already?

pairings: fem!reader x poly!marauders ` poly!marauders x lily evans

warnings: NO LILY SLANDER!! SHE'S PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND ITS NOT HER FAULT!!, cusswords, ANGST, depressing, a blip of reader skipping meals on the radar but it's srsly nothing crazy, insecure reader, the marauders besides peter are dicks, reader is a little naive, the marauders borderline cheat on you, no happy ending, there might still be one thoughhh, possibly slytherin!reader if you squint?,

part one in the conan gray series

A/N!!: In some of the fic i use colors to represent a certain character! Orange is Lily, Red is James, and Green is Barty :3

wc; 2.4k

LIFE WAS AMAZING, which is not usually how stories begin.

You felt so safe and secure in your secret relationship with Hogwarts' once most eligible bachelors... The Marauders.

The rush of excitement that coursed through your veins every time you shared a hidden glance with Remus, or hiding in the showers of the Gryffindor boys locker room with James after his quidditch victory, and sneaking off to empty classrooms where anyone from anywhere could catch you with Sirius.

It was heavenly, these boys were all you would ever need.

until... now.

You were in Remus' sweater, he said it looked better on you than it did him. If only he knew how much you liked him...

The fireplace erupted with a citrine glow, illuminating the Gryffindor common room beautifully.

Most impactfully, it lit up Remus' scar-kissed features.

His freckles looked as if they were painted onto his face with careful hands by a renaissance painter.

His eyes half-lidded from his lack of sleep from the incoming full moon that was slowly approaching, it pained you to know how much they hurt him.

For once, Remus wasn't in a sweater. Since his was rested comfortably on your body, as your scent comforted The Wolf greatly.

And his scent comforted you, too.

Remus' book had suddenly landed on your lap, and though it startled you a bit. You didn't bother to ask why, until you sat up.

Remus was locked in a passionate conversation with Gryffindor's resident golden girl, Lily Evans.

"Evans, it's lovely to see you."

"Same to you, Lupin."

Godric, was she beautiful.

"I just stopped by to see if you had gotten any of the Defence Against The Dark Arts homework done?"

Lily Evans was as radiant as an angel who blessed anyone with her presence.

"I have; actually, I just finished my paper."

Remus seemed mesmerized by her, the golden gleam from the fire painting her features gorgeously in that same citrine glow as Remus'.

"Could I have a look of it? Not to copy it- obviously, I just want to see how others are wording the question."

You weren't even half as pretty as Lily.

"Of course, and I know you'd never cheat."

"You're the smartest witch in our year."

You tried not to mind other girls flirting with your boys.

Just because you knew that later that night they'd be back to your boys again, and only yours.

As she was about to go, she planted a soft kiss on the side of Remus' cheek, leaving him blushing softly as he bid her goodbye.

Your heart clenched, it was merely a pleasantry. You were being dramatic.

"Are you alright, dove?" Your head perked up at the sound of Remus' voice.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You mused, albeit a bit absentmindedly.

"Are you tired?" He asked carefully.

"I am, actually..." You forced a sweet smile onto your lips, as he leaned down to kiss them softly.

That kiss was the last one that felt anything more than a chore, an obligation.

That was also your last kiss with Remus.

Cheering James on at the quidditch pitch was just the thrill you needed after that melancholy moment with Remus.

He soared through the field like he was on top of the world, the players scattered around the pitch for one common goal: to win.

Gryffindor had won the game with 60 points, and James had caught the snitch like usual.

This game was also a rain game.

Just as you were about to head down to showers when you spotted Lily excitedly trailing after James.

You knew full well that James chased Lily tirelessly since they started school, that was also well before you came into the picture.

You also knew that she wanted nothing to do with him or the other marauders, so what was with her infatuation now?

Why your boys? She couldn't find her own boys?

But maybe she was just being friendly, right? The boys would never ever cheat on you... right?

You heard Lily giggle as James so graciously held the curtain open for her to enter the locker room, and your heart clenched.

You followed them in, jealously.

"James?" You called, as James poked his head from the changing area. Sweat glistening off his abs.

"Hi, Y/N." He shut the curtain behind him, as if he had something to hide.

Also; he barely just called you by your first name.

"You didn't come to see me after the game?" You questioned, grazing his cheek gently as he spoke."

"Sorry, Y/N. It was a long one." He excused, as he clearly looked a bit flushed.

"You look red, are you dehydrated?"

"Godric, y/n. you are hardly my mum."

You giggled as if it was a joke, yet he seemed quite stone faced.

You cleared your throat embarrassingly once you realized.

"I... just wanted to congratulate you on another win." You forcefully smiled again.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that." Then, he flashed his classic grin at you.

The grin he hadn't flashed at you since he realized he genuinely liked you.

What the fuck?

"Victory kiss?" You asked quietly, with some false hope mixed in.

"Of course." He pecked your forehead quickly, before hurrying off back to his changing area.

And with that, you had also left the steamy tent and outside into the cool, soft rain once more.

A forehead kiss? whenever he used to give you victory kisses they'd be full-on make outs in that same changing room or the showers.

James was falling out of love with you, and you knew it.

Luckily, you could easily disguise your tears with the excuse of it raining.

"Victory kiss?" Lily mewled, from her position on the stool in his changing spot.

"Just on the forehead, lovely."

You stopped showing up to breakfast, as the one time you decided to go Lily was sat in your spot next to Sirius.

Dorcas was nearly at her wits end with the boys and their antics.

The motley crew of Slytherins were the only ones who knew of your relationship, and they were pissed off.

"Treasure, surely they aren't fucked enough to know that you are the best thing they've ever had!" Barty explained, laying upside-down on his bed across from you.

"I-It's no use, Jr." You cried softly, mirroring his position yet on your bed instead. The tears (and blood) rushing to your hairline instead of your face because Dorcas said 'Your makeup is too pretty to ruin, love.' .

"There is a use, Y/L/N. we'll kill them-"

"Jr, absolutely not." Regulus chided, rubbing your shoulder. "She's clearly upset, I don't see the issue."

"Murder is never a good option, Barty." Dorcas scolded gently.

"So what are we gonna do then? My Treasure can't go on like this!"

"You said you've already talked to James and Remus? Maybe you can go talk to... eh... Sirius." Clearly, that name was hard for Regulus to get out.

"*Sniff* yeah, yeah- I'll go talk to him..." You sat up half-hazardously, and strutted out of the dorm-room to go (hopefully) save your relationship.

You still remember the third of December.

Sirius lounged on the couch while speaking with the other marauders, about some sort of prank on the other group of Slytherins.

"And then, we'll-"

"Hi, Siri." You sat next to him, beaming up at him (hopefully).

"...y/n." He greeted casually, before continuing to talk.

Your smile faded, as he continued to talk to your other boyfriends friends about this horrible prank.

Instead of leaving, you sat quietly next to them, as if you were some decoration or trophy wife.

This was truly your breaking point, as you saw Lily sit down on the couches of the common room as she caught all of their attention, you hadn't seemed to do that for ages. Though, she was wearing something familiar...

Remus'... sweater...

Remus'- YOUR Remus' sweater.

"How's it look?" Lily asked, giving them a twirl. Their eyes locked on her.

"Gorgeous, doll." Sirius flirted, shooting her a wink.

"Truly a sight for sore eyes." James grinned.

"It looks better on you than it did me." Remus took her hand and helped her sit down on the couch in between him and James.

That's exactly what he said to you...

He put his arm 'round her shoulder,

suddenly you got colder.

She's got them mesmerized... while you die.

But how could you hate her?

She's such an angel...

But then again you wished she were dead.

"Why would you ever kiss me?" You asked impulsively.

"What?" James looked up from Lily, all eyes on you.

"I mean- I'm not even half as pretty."

"Y/n, You're overthinking it-" Remus started it.

"You gave her your sweater!" You shot back.

"It's just polyester!" Remus defended.

"But you like her better." You felt the tears rush to your waterline.

"We're done." You whispered, leaving Lily looking so confused and the common room dead quiet.

"What does she mean by that...?" Lily seemed horrified.

"We... weren't really dating.." Sirius attempted to defend.

"Yes, we were, you tosser!" James shoved him.

"You said yourself that you were bored of her!" Remus stated matter-of-factly.

"Was I seriously the other woman?" Lily mewled, her hands clutching the sides of her head.

"Nonono- No, we were planning to break up with her but- because we all wanted you-" Sirius tried again.

"Then don't fuck around with her feelings just to get me!" Lily yelled, standing up quickly.

"I appreciate the admiration- but I need time to process, okay? You all were absolute... arseholes to her, I'll admit." Lily started,

"Are you saying no?" James quickly cut in.

"...No..." Lily ended.

After crying your eyes out to Barty and Regulus over your breakup, December 7th rolled around.

The day that students were meant to be studying for their OWLS and other end of term exams.

You would usually be in the library 24/7.

Lily, had finally come around and accepted the boys' proposal, and their relationship became public quickly.

Lily obviously still felt this bitter taste of guilt in her mouth, as did all of them.

So today, Lily had convinced them all to apologize to you for borderline cheating and lying and manipulating and gaslighting-.

But, you were nowhere to be found.

"Regulus! Regulus, wait up!" Lily ran through the hallways to get to her.

"Evans, Brother.. Potter... and Lupin.." She said those last three names with utter disgust.

"We're trying to find Y/n, have you seen her?" Remus asked quietly, he was definitely feeling the most guilt.

"Y/n? Well, If she was here, I think she'd completely refuse to see you lot." Regulus explained bluntly.

"W-What do you mean "If she was here"?" James questioned.

"I mean, Her, Junior., and the Rosier twins completed their OWLS early and hightailed it to Junior's holiday house for the rest of the break." He explained casually.

"What?" Sirius scowled.

"What the hell is my girl-... Y/n doing with them?" James had the same expression as Sirius.

"They are simply better friends then you were to her, hm? I don't blame her."

"When will she be back?" Lily asked breathlessly.

"End of December, If she ever returns." Regulus strolled away, potions book in hand.

"...We fucked up."

Fin.

[pearlescentpixiie]

Hey love :) could you possible write about poly!mauraders with a reader who just gets a new piercing and have they accidentally touch it and hurt her or they help to clean it :))

hii hii anon! so sorry it took me so long 😭

Sweet

summary: you get a new piercing— a belly button piercing— and the boys get a little over excited.

contents: piercings, poly!marauders, not specified reader gender (i’m trying to get better at this), a bit suggestive

warnings: cussing, but lovingly!

“WOAH, DOVE.” REMUS MUSED AS HE gawked at your stomach.

you had just gotten home from getting your bellybutton pierced, and you were a bit nervous about how the boys would react since you hadn’t told them about your previous engagement.

“it’s just a piercing.” you shrugged sheepishly, ah yes, your lovely inability to take a compliment.

“no—nonono, it’s my new lifestyle, doll.”

Sirius joined in with the gawking, leaving you to feel a bit more sheepish.

“please, stop…” you pleaded, not very convincingly.

your possible savior— James — had arrived back home from his evening run (that he constantly tries to convince his lovers to go on with him but none of them seem too keen.).

his abs are glistening with sweat, on display by his red crop-top.

“hello, my loves!— oh..” James’ beaming smile was replaced by something new, something what was probably going to continuously make him hard for the next 3-4 business days.

“James! hide me.” you scurried behind him, face pressed up again his spine as you hid from your incredibly adorable and caring teasing and bullying boyfriends.

“aww, dovey. are we embarrassing you?” teased Sirius, with a devilish grin.

you made a sort of terribly embarrassing whimpering noise in response.

“how horrible.” James brought you back around to his front, patting your head softly.

“we’re just the worst, aren’t we?” Remus quipped,

“yeah, horrible—“ just as James accidentally brushed your naval, you winced.

“shit— i’m so sorry, sweetheart…” James was quick to apologize.

“it’s okay… it’s just a bit sore..”

“when does it need to be cleaned?” Sirius enquired.

“every night.” you explained, still holding onto your James.

“can we help clean it?” Remus’ eyes glimmered.

“you don’t have too—“

“nuh uh, we want too, dolly. get used to being fawned over, okay?”

he was right, you needed to get used to being loved.

[pearlescentpixiie]

POLY WOLFSTAR MASTERLIST

kissing away your insecurities/reader is insecure about their freckles

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-xoxo-

[pearlescentpixiie]

James Potter

PAPER RINGS | James falls for Harry’s preschool teacher

VOGUE | James saves you from a sweaty gym boy

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[pearlescentpixiie]

POLY MARAUDERS MASTERLIST

࣪𖤐-angst

𝜗𝜚-fluff

(𝜗𝜚)GET WELL SOON | sick you cant seem to stop turning into a cat every time you sneeze

YOU'RE TOO SWEET (part one) (part two) a finished short-series (:

MINI ME/the boys (platonically, duh) fall in love with your little sister

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CONAN GRAY SERIES

(࣪𖤐)I WISH I WERE HEATHER / you discover that your closed door relationship with the marauders has actually been an open door one with another woman

MANIAC / (pt.2) you don’t go back to them.

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SWEET / r gets a piercing and the boys are obsessed

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