I WAS SO EXCITED AND THEN THAT I WILL NOT WRITE THIS PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE

I WAS SO EXCITED AND THEN THAT I WILL NOT WRITE THIS PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE

I know you've written James as an Olympic sprinter before, but if you were to write a fic featuring the Marauders, Lily and Beatrice as Olympic athletes, what sports would they play? Would James still be a sprinter?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOU

First of all, I'm going to do a summer and a winter Olympics answer for each of these.

Summer Olympics

Beatrice - Beach Volleyball, and she'd represent Spain (she's far too tall to be a gymnast) Sirius - Archery Peter - Golf Remus - Fencing Lily - Tennis James - Swimming (the only reason I made him a sprinter in Salmon Fishing was so that I could make the "I sprint everywhere" joke but 100% I would have made him a swimmer in anything else)

Winter Olympics

Beatrice - Alpine Skiing Sirius - Figure Skating - singles competitor Peter - Curling Remus - Biathlon Lily - also Figure Skating (have I long had a teen Jily fic idea where Sirius and Lily are both figure skating singles competitors and Euphemia is their trainer? Yes I have) James - Snowboarding

Where aare these fics where Sirius soothes Harry when he's had nightmares?? Share PLEASE??

Thank you, fanfiction authors, for giving us so many fics where Sirius soothes Harry when he’s had nightmares.

Now we just need a scene where he’s calling out for his dad to help him (how Dudley taunts him in OotP), and when he wakes up, it’s Sirius who’s there at his side.

"would you kiss any of your mutuals" i would let any of my mutuals fuck my face if they asked

PREACHHHH

jkr trying to get us to sympathise with a racist and fascist character (snape) by making james (who was previously stated to be a good and thoughtful person prior to that scene) his 'bully' is so fucking funny to me. like i promise you i do not care whether or not the child abuser was picked on as a little kid, he's still a piece of shit manchild that took out his trauma on literal children and joined a eugenics hate group. anyways stan james potter and fuck fascists

Fic Recs!

Happy Friday! Here's some fic recs for you all!

The Case of a Pining Remus - rated T - wolfstar - 3k - mutual pining

Fated - rated G - wolfstar - 3k - meet-cute muggle AU

Tongue Tied - rated T - jegulus - 2k - just some cute Hogwarts jegulus - by @circustoast

Hope and hypocrisy - rated T - wolfstar - 2k - idiots to lovers moment - by @missmoonfrost

Fond of Walking - rated G - jegulus - 2k - soft muggle jegulus

Fight Me - rated G - drarry - 3k - drarry healing after the war - by @accio-sriracha

you again, my love - rated T - drarry - 7k - a funny drarry marriage proposal

poorly conceived ideas - rated T - jegulus - 3k - muggle Regulus plays a prank on James and his friends

Aaaa, thank you so much!! Rowan white thorn in my ass is one of my personal favourites, by the way Aelin and until proven guilty Aelin are soulmates

Oopsies?

By the way : Part 2

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, sugestiveness

Word count: 1K ish

Note: Aelin is just as down bad as Rowan

Aelin heaved, looking up at the rest of the wall she had to scale. Why did these gods-damned officials make their houses so long? Tightening up the rope around her waist, Aelin made her way up, and after a while she , finally, finally, made it to the rooftop. Just to find Rowan standing right there, leaning against the wall surrounding it. Aelin glared at him. "Hello Rowan whitethorn-in-my-ass. What do you want?" He snorts, "That's a new one." Aelin squints her eyes and plasters a large frown across her face, making any expression to annoy him. He continues, "What I want is you not to kill anyone who makes the mistake to piss you off, thanks,"

"Why not? It's so fun." She says, a sly expression on her face. "Fun or not, Aelin, it's maybe, I don't know, against the law?"

Aelin just stalks over to the other side of the roof, opposite Rowan and peers down to the city sprawled across. Looking back up, the clouds stop covering the moon, and her breath hitches. The moonlight now shining on him, she can see him perfectly. See him and his gray compression shirt, perfectly. Fuck. Why did he wear it? That was just a jibe, a ruse to keep him distracted. But was it really? She would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't fine some satisfaction in seeing him like that. I mean, who wouldn't!? He was built like a sculpture of the Greek gods, for wryd's sake! It wasn't just her. All the girls loved him. And his body. And his snide remarks whenever he spoke to her.

And his long hair. And how he laughed, a cute, small and breathy chuckle that made her feel like she was going to melt into the ground. Everybody thought of Rowan Whitethorn like that! She fumed, opening her mouth to say something, when they both snapped their head towards the rooftop door, hearing it creak open.

A very sleepy, obviously annoyed, read head clambered out of the stairwell. He held up his hands, "Sorry, if I'm, you know, inturrepting soemthings," His words slurred together, "But who are you, and whatthe absolute fuck are you doing in my house!?" finally. Aelin just smirked at him. "Hello, Arrobynn," In the blink of an eye, Aelin had whirled behind him, effectively locking him in a choke hold, perfectly with a dagger to his neck.

Rowan's absolutely disgusted look almost made her squirm, but she stood her ground, lifted her chin high. She knew who this man was, and what he was doing. Even if no one else did. "Aelin. Let go of him right.now." "No." Rowan moves to take a step towards them, but Aelin presses the blade deeper, drawing a bit of blood. "One more step towards us, white knight, and he's gone." Rowan halts, glowering at her. "Why the fuck are you like this Aelin? I know you have the potential to be a good person, so why do you do this?" Aelin looked at him, determination in her eyes. "You have no right, Rowan, none, to determine whether I am a good person or not. Whether I murder just him, or the whole gods-damned town, you cant tell me my own sense of morality" "Give him back, or I'm calling backup right now. You know how quickly you'll be cornered." Aelin's brows furl in contemplation, but she huffs a sigh. Rowan smiles. She hasn't denied him, it's only a matter of time before she hands him over.

Aelin throws him towards Rowan and she smiles. That's weird. He catches him, hevaing a sigh of relief. Just to find his throat slit, hanging from a thread. She cut him on the knife while throwing him. He opens his mouth to say something, only to find her gone.

Aelin stormed down the streets, her hood covering most of her facial features. Not like her storming gait was inviting anyone body to come near, anyway. She threw open the door to one of her many apartments. A small part of her eased when she found Ansel, Elide, Lysandra and Yrene there. Her group. Manon was off somewhere, so was Nesryn, but she was still happy to see them. Shrugging off her coat, Aelin slumped on a chair, massaging her temples. Ansel looks at her, concern in her eyes. "What's wrong, Ae?" Aelin looks up to find all of them looking at her. "Nothing it's just.." She sighs, leaning her head back onto the back of the chair. Yrene gets up, announcing, "I'll make some tea." Aelin calls a weak 'thanks' after her, and she looks back. "It's just, I know I'm supposed to hate him and all… But sometimes I feel.. Disgusting. Vile, to be honest. No matter what the reasons are, I'm still killing people aren't I? I mean, my literal job is to kill them and take their riches."

Ansel swivels on her wheeled chair."Listen, Aelin. We all know how you are. We all know that what you're doing is right, and no matter what others think you should know what you're doing, and have confidence in it!" Elide nods vigorously, "We also know what types of vile things these men were doing. If he finds out, he'll be on his knees thanking you, and begging for forgiveness." Another image of Rowan on his knees pops into Aelin's head, but she pushes it out to listen to Lysandra, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks. Lysandra continues,"I agree! No matter what happens Aelin, know what You're doing is right, and there is absolutely no need, none, to feel ashamed!" Just in time, Yrene returns with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, and hands it to Aelin. Aelin looks around, looking at each face, and feeling a rush of gratitude with each one. She gives them a small, genuine smile." Thank you, everyone. "

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