Okay I Got Bored And Started Making Bots On Poe.ai-

Well firstly hello, i really like your writing it's amazing i have a request so it goes like this

Any Marauders or poly (whatever you are comfortable with) x ftm reader idk maybe coming out to them the fluff kinda hurt/comfort i really wanna see how tou would write them anything is okay with me thanks

Poly Marauders Fic: Our Tweety

➼ First thank you! I wasn't sure which marauders you wanted included, so I went with all four of them! Tbh now I feel like I need to make headcanons for each of the marauders, so if you guys want that lmk! I also went more of a fluff route than hurt/comfort, I hope that's okay!

➼ All the marauders are dating each other already but not the reader

➼ Just as a general aside: there is no one right way to dress, act, or feel as a trans person. In this fic the reader is described as a bit more as a 'stereotypical' trans person, just to try and make it easier to relate to. By no means do you need to have short hair, dress masculine, dislike certain parts of your body, etc., to be trans. All that matters is how you personally identify, how you feel in your own skin.

➼ No beta we die like Regulus

➼ Warnings: None! This turned out a lot longer than I first anticipated though-

Fanart is not mine! Credit goes to @upthehillart, go show her some love!

It was Saturday, a day that should have been restful. Instead James was banging pots and pans he got from Merlin-knows-where bright and early in the boy's dormitory. "Up and at-em! Quidditch practice! Wake up!" he rang out, a chorus of groans answering back as well as a pillow being chucked in his general direction. It landed on the floor in front of James, not doing any damage. Unfortunately. "Are you trying to wake the dead?" Remus groaned, pulling the covers up over his and Sirius' head. They had slept together last night while Peter had crawled into James' bed. Really what they needed to do was push their beds all together so that they wouldn't be crammed between two beds. Plus Peter squirmed a lot in his sleep so he'd stop falling off the bed in the middle of the night. Even if it was funny when that happened.

You were spared from the chaos in the boy's dormitory, the girl's dormitory was still nice and quiet. Everyone still asleep bar from you. Recently you had been reflecting a myriad of things. One being the fact that you liked four different guys at once. Four guys that were all dating each other. Well, four people technically, Sirius was genderfluid, though last time you asked he was currently going by he/they. Which was another thing. Sirius came out a few months ago and since then you had been thinking. He described it as never feeling always like a guy, sometimes he felt more feminine. Othertimes he felt, as he described it, 'in between', or that he didn't care, or neither. You didn't really think that was possible before.

Of course everyone in Gryffindor Tower was supportive. Or everyone for the most part, including you. Lily had made Sirius little bracelets with pronouns he could wear if he wanted, his boyfriends were of course happy that Sirius was comfortable enough to reveal that to them. All of that helped you come to the realization that you never really felt like a girl. You didn't like how your hair looked when it got super long, you wore baggier clothes to try and hide your chest, swapped out the usual uniform skirt for trousers, and showers? Those were hard. You hated looking down at your body most of the time and tried to get out of there as soon as possible. Sure every now and then you may have wanted to wear a dress or skirt, or something considered 'girly', but that didn't mean that you felt like a girl when wearing those things.

It was scary and confusing, trying to figure it out. Perhaps if you had talked it out with someone the realization would've came sooner or easier. Either way you ended up at the same conclusion. You were a guy, a man, a wizard. Not a girl, a woman, or a witch. It was almost freeing to figure that out. Or at least it would be if fear wasn't consuming the forefront of your mind.

That's why you were up so early while your classmates slept around you. You were trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to tell people, maybe even see if you could get switched to the boy's dormitory. But that fear was winning out. Despite how kind everyone was to Sirius when they came out, what if that same grace wasn't extended to you? What would people in other houses think? Professors? Would anyone even start calling you a guy? Would they use the new name you had decided on trying out? There were so many unknows, and the unknown was frightening.

Eventually you had spent enough time stewing in the dorms and moved down to the common room for a change of scenery and a nice fire. When you plopped down on the red velvet couch that's when the stampede from the boy's dorms came down. The first wave was excited second years in their quidditch jerseys, then the tired older quidditch players, then the marauders. James was as energetic as ever, Sirius not too terribly far behind him, Remus half asleep, and Peter practically sleepwalking. Remus was currently using his crutches, walking over and sitting down on the couch next to you. Peter followed suit and sat on the other side of you.

"One of James' early morning practices?" you asked already knowing the answer. Peter groaned in response, slumping against the pillows. Just like that he was back asleep. "Yes. I think he snuck into the kitchens to get our wake up call this morning" Remus mumbled, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. James just looked so proud of himself. He leaned over the couch and pressed a kiss to the top of Remus and Peter's heads before grabbing Sirius' hand. "We're off! Be back in a few hours. Keep Tweety company, will you?"

That damn nickname. You both loved and hated it. James nicknamed you 'Tweety Bird' after you discovered your patronus. A small yellow bird, a Hooded Warbler. "We will Prongs. Or at least I will. Petey is down for the count" Remus chuckled slightly, setting his crutches aside. With the crowd gone you had Remus' full attention. "You're up early. The pots and pans reach the girl's dormitory?" he asked, adjusting a few pillows on the couch to try and get comfortable. "No, just..thinking" real specific.

"About what?" was of course the next thing the werewolf asked. You were quiet for a while, Peter's soft snores the only thing filling the air. Remus patiently waited for an answer, a bit of concern in his eyes at the silence. After a moment he had to ask a follow up question. "Everything alright? Something bothering you? I'll listen if you want to talk. The other's don't need to know."

That broke down what resolve you had left. You didn't realize this but you had been getting worked up in that short amount of time, you face feeling a bit hot and hands shaking. "I'm a guy. I want to go by Y/N." you blurted out. There, it was out in the world now. No taking it back. You were staring down at your feet, trying to expect the worst. Remus let out a small hum then held his hand out. "Well Y/N, I'm Remus, pleased to make your acquaintance" he smiled. That earned a chuckle out of you ask you shook his hand, feeling a little better already. "You're..you're okay with it?"

He almost looked confused. "Well why wouldn't I be? You're my friend, Tweety. No matter your gender, orientation, what have you. And when you want to tell the others they'll have the exact same sentiments" he promised. Though that did mean that he needed to change a few things around for a surprise the four of them had planned. "Am I the first person you've told?" to which you responded with a nod. "Yeah, you're the first. And Peter if he can hear us in his little mini coma. I want to tell them after practice, then just..bring it up to everyone else when it comes up, I guess" it's not like you wanted to call a house-wide meeting about this.

"That makes sense. Sirius and James will likely be a while. James created a new training routine he's trying out. Ever since Slytherin won the cup last year he hasn't eased up. I think if we lose again his head might explode" it was an outrage in the tower after Slytherin won. James and Sirius lead that outrage. Remus as the announcer swore up a storm over the microphone. House points were certainly deducted that day. "All I'm hearing is that the newbies on the team are going to be regretting joining the team" you chuckled. There was a reason why you didn't join the team, and it was James' rigorous training schedule.

For the next two hours you and Remus hung out on the couch, Peter waking up around halfway through. When you first told him the big news he simply blinked at you a few times and went "Huh?" He didn't mean anything by it, poor man had just woken up from a deep sleep. Once he was more awake and could process what you said he was of course happy for you, pulling both you and Remus in for a hug to celebrate. Around breakfast time, the quidditch team came up. As you expected all the first-year players looked miserable. Really everyone did as they marched back up the stairs to lay down. Even Sirius looked bushed. James was the only one still smiling and bouncing with energy. How he did it, no one really knew.

"Moony! Moony our boyfriend killed me! I think I need some mouth to mouth to be saved" He exclaimed, dramatically draping over both the couch and Remus. The wizard rolled his eyes and lightly nudged Sirius. "I think you'll be fine. You sign up for this torture year after year." "What can I say? I'm a masochist" he said with a cheeky grin. James sat down between you and Peter, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "My training isn't that bad! Everyone else is just being dramatic. If you think that's bad just wait til our practice after dinner" that was followed by a groan and loud complaining from all. "Speaking of dramatics, can you two spare them for a moment so I can tell you something?"

For once both Sirius and James were quiet, their attention fully on you. Remus gave you a small nod of encouragement, gesturing for you to take a deep breath. You did so and looked between Sirius and James. "I'm trans. I want to start going by Y/N, he/him." it was a lot easier to say now that it was the third time and yu had already gotten two amazing reactions. Sirius and James didn't dissapoint. Both were smiling brightly and suddenly you were being tackled in a hug by both of them, Peter throwing himself on top of the dog pile and dragging Remus along with him.

"Mate that's bloody amazing!" James chuckled out happily "One of us! One of us!" Sirius playfully chanted, poking your arm. "Does that mean I can get first dibs on all your old skirts and dresses?"

That was all a week ago. Sirius had helped you pick out new clothes on a trip to Hogsmeade while James insisted on picking up the tab. Peter had accompanied you to each of your classes to help you explaim to your professors about your name and pronoun change. Meanwhile Remus had been hard at work in the headmaster's office to get a few things changed around.

Today was the day of that big change. One you had no idea of. James simply told you to meet him in the common room. Then a blindfold was covering your eyes. "James if you lead me to the window and push-" "I would never! How dare you even suggest such a thing!" he gasped in mock offense. "No no! We just have a big surprise planned and you don't get a sneak peak. Stairs, stairs" he warned, helping you up a rather large flight of stairs. But what stairs? You two were just in the common room, the only two staircases were to the dormitories. Even then the girl's staircase was enchanted so that no boys could walk up them. So then-

Suddenly the blindfold was off before you could even complete that thought. You were now in the boy's dormitory, all of your things on the bed in front of you. Bedding, clothes, posters, school supplies, everything. All of the marauders were standing around with big smiles on their faces, though Peter seemed a bit nervous, his cheeks a light pink color. "I talked with Dumbledore and arranged for you to be moved to the boy's dormitory. We had Lily get your things. Though we can move it all back, if you don't want-" "I love it!" You interrupted, rushing to hug all four of them. "Thank you guys, seriously. I was nervous about asking myself"

"Of course Tweety. Though there is something else" Sirius said as he pulled away from the embrace. James looked excited, Peter was now clinging onto Remus. The energy had seemed to shift a bit, in what way you couldn't tell. "Well what else is there? You guys giving e money or something?" you teased with a small smile. That made Sirius chuckle, shaking his head. "No, no. We were all actually wondering..if you wanted to join the polycule?" he asked, giving you a hopeful look. "We all like you, we have for a while but didn't really know how to ask you" James added on. "We were afraid we'd scare you off, y'know, four people fancying you. I know it's a lot" Remus spoke up.

How two amazing things happened in one day, you have no clue. The four people you had felt guilty about liking all liked you back. Merlin if this was a dream you didn't want to wake up. For a moment you forgot to even respond, a bit of panic settling in on their faces. "Oh! Ah yes! Yes sorry, sorry I forgot to even say it out loud." you laughed, smiling from ear to ear. James was the first to tackle you into a hug onto his bed. Well, more accurately, his, Remus', and Peter's beds. They had gone through with their plan of pushing the beds together and just hadn't done Sirius' yet. The other three were quick to follow, all smiling and forming a pile on the beds.

"Bloody hell I thought you were going to say know at first-" Peter chuckled out, resting his head on Sirius' chest right next to Remus. "No! No. I've liked you all for a while, I just..I just didn't think you felt the same way." "Well we do, so clear your schedule Tweety. We'll get all your stuff put away today..after a nap." James declared, struggling to pull enough blankets over everyone. And how could you say no to that? You settled into your place in the cuddle pile, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around James. James did the same for you, reaching one arm a bit further to also be touching Sirius. Sirius had Remus basically laying on top of him and Peter curled up in his side. That's how you all settled in for a rather long nap, and you hadn't been this happy in years.

Viktor Fic: Matching Scars

➼ As promised, an arcane character x reader fic!

➼ Viktor x m!reader, reader basically replaces Sky here. With some major differences of course. I won't give it away (you don't get dusted)

➼ No beta we die like Vander (at least til they finally release s2, November cannot come fast enough)

➼ Warnings: mentions of cutting (Viktor slicing his palm, the runes carved into his body) and a gun (the device he uses to inject the shimmer, couldn't think of a better word for it)

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

Viktor steadied himself on his feet, holding the gun to his arm. Inside the device was a vial of shimmer, modified of course, the same vial that he used in his other..experiment. The same one that turned his injured right leg into the same purple hue as the vial’s contents. Singed was right, it worked. He no longer needed his cane, his limp that he was born with was finally gone. Now he just had to go a bit further, he didn’t have much time. Carved into his skin were runes identical to those on the hexcore. Finally, he pulled the trigger and waited for the pain, for the shimmer to course through his veins.

Only it never came. That searing, heart-wrenching pain was absent. As he unloaded the gun he checked the vial to see that there wasn’t even a drop of shimmer left. He was out. Going across the bridge to the Undercity again wasn’t an option. It was difficult enough to go through when the barricade first went up, but now with these carvings all over him? With his leg? Jayce wouldn’t understand. He’d simply have to go on without it, hope that the shimmer from his first test run was still pumping through his bloodstream and that he could withstand the process. Without any further delays, he took the knife and slit his palm, holding his hand out for the hexcore.

It was late at night. There should be no one to bother him. But there was. You were pacing up and down the halls just outside of the lab, rambling to yourself. "Viktor! Hey! I was just wondering if you'd mind looking over my notes- no, no" you sigh to yourself. "Viktor, I was hoping that whenever you're free, you'd be interested in- god I can't do this." This happened a few times before. Trying to pump yourself up to talk to the scientist only to chicken out before your hand could touch the handle. You've known Viktor since you were kids, you grew up in the Undercity together. Even if you two never got to spend too much time together, you've had your eye on Viktor for a while.

"No! No, not this time. You're doing this and that's final. So with no further delay, you finally laid your hand on the door handle, turning it and opening the door to finally ask Viktor out!

Only that didn't happen. Frozen in shock as you see Viktor with his hand on the hexcore, carvings littering his body, his injured leg an unnatural shade of purple and glowing, his hand taking on the same hue as he screamed in pain. Without thinking you lept forward, notebooks clattering to the ground as you wrapped your arms around Viktor's bare torso, trying to pull him away. "Viktor no! Stop!"

The longer you held on the more pain you were in, the more Viktor alternated between trying to pull himself off of the hexcore and trying to push you away. "Y/N, let go!" he yelled over the noise. Terror flooded his eyes as he saw the same purple scarring starting at your hands, the damned marks slowly creeping up your arms. His blood was fusing him to the wretched core, if this kept up someone was going to die. And something told Viktor that someone wouldn't be him.

Adreniline coursing through his viens and screams ringing in his ears, Viktor launched forward as far as he could, taking both you and himself to the ground. His hand was free, the hexcore rattling around violently as it ate away at the blood already inside it. Something deep within the arcane was calling to him, making the thought of leaving you and trying again cross his mind. That went out the window as soon as he saw you were hardly breathing. Not in good condition, but alive. That's all he could ask for. His own hand now had matching scars with both of your own.

He couldn't carry you, hell he could hardly carry himself. That didn't stop him from trying. Collecting his cane, he struggled to help you up and sling your arm over his shoulder. Slowly, oh so slowly, he hobbled back to his room, you leaning on him and Viktor heavily relying on his cane. Every so often you would groan or make some soft pained noise, causing him to whisper apologies. As soon as he reached his room he laid you down on his bed, tears finally falling down his cheeks.

"Y/N I'm so sorry...you were never supposed to get hurt..." his voice was shaky, trying so hard not to break and crack as he spoke. Weakly, you raised your hand to cup Viktor's cheek, a small smile spreading over your lips. "I'll take my apology by you going to dinner with me" you managed to get out between little gasps for air. It still felt like there wasn't enough air filling your lungs like a weight was placed on your chest. Turns out that weight was Viktor, he had leaned in to press your chests together, wanting to hear every word that left your lips. Despite everything, he found himself smiling right along with you, leaning his head into your hand. "I'll make us a reservation as soon as you feel better love."

Viktor pulled back, both to let you breathe and to collect his first aid supplies. He had been through this once before, and while there was nothing he could do to cure your hands, the kit had painkillers. The best solution he found was just moisturizing the scarred skin to avoid irritation. "Looks like you and I will be wearing gloves as a new outfit staple" he tried to lighten the mood, fetching a glass of water from the tap in the bathroom. He limped back to the bed, handing you the glass of water and two small pills. "It will help with the pain. The scars, however...from what I can devise they're permanent." You sat up slightly to take the meds, nodding along as Viktor began to expalin what he was doing with the hexcore. From the begining.

"...You're an idiot." You sighed, now lying in bed beside Viktor. He had gotten dressed, now in a simple shirt and pants. You were wearing one of his shirts as well, though remained in just your boxers. Pants would just make you overheat more. "You should've come to me, I could've helped. Or at least stopped you from your second attempt." Despite the light scolding you were giving him, he simply held you closer to his chest. "I didn't want to endanger anyone. Especially you" his voice grew quieter towards the end. Truth be told, he had a thing for you for a while now as well. Viktor was just afraid of messing up whatever was between you two. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was just looking out for you.

You closed your eyes, chest rising and falling steadily along with Viktor's. "Well we need to destroy that hexcore now. We'll deal with it in the morning. Together." There was no way you were leaving him alone with that thing again. "Together," Viktor agreed "Get some rest. We can have a late start tomorrow, lie in late for once. Goodnight, Y/N." he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his good hand slowly rubbing up and down your back beneath your shirt. "Goodnight, Viktor." You whispered back, falling asleep in the comfort and safety of your new lover's arms.

Even if you now had some rather nasty-looking scars, you would have to say you wouldn't have it any other way. Viktor was still here, he wasn't a pile of ash, and even better he was here in your arms.

If there’s a fandom you want me to write for and it’s not in the poll just shoot me an ask! These are currently the ones I feel most inspired for, which is why they’re the options

Rules, Fandoms, and Requests

Pluto’s rules

➼ When writing character x reader, I will only write male, gender neutral, or FTM readers. Nothing against character x fem!reader fics! I just personally don’t think I write female reader fics well. That and there always seems to be a lack of male reader fics, and I’m here to fix that 

➼ I will write sfw, nsfw, fluff, and angst. All of my fics will have warnings if there is any nsfw content or anything potentially triggering

➼ Things that I will not write: nsfw for any characters under 18, in depth descriptions of self harm, suicide, or eating disorders. Some of these hit too close to home and I also don’t want to accidentally write anything offensive or wrong about these topics as I don’t know every single thing about them.

➼ I will write both character x character fics and character x reader, though I do not write for other people’s ocs. I feel like I can’t write another person’s original character as well as that person could!

Fandoms

This list is always updating tbh-

➼ Supernatural ➼ Marvel  ➼ Hannibal ➼ Merlin ➼ MHA ➼ Black Butler ➼ Harry Potter/Marauders (fuck JKR, these aren’t her characters anymore) ➼ Good Omens ➼ Star Wars ➼ cough Voltron don’t mention it cough

Requests

➼ Requests are currently open! I will get to them as fast as I can, though I am in college and have a job, so I can’t guarantee to always get them out super fast. All I ask for is patience please!

This totally isn't related to the fic that's in the works rn hush

Okay so I’m writing the first chapter of the JayVik AU, I should warn y’all it’s gonna be LONG chapters and SEVERAL chapters. Might need to start writing on AO3 too. The only part I’m stuck on is the name and this one conversation I’m having between characters.

I also finally finished arcane. I watched part 3. I am NOT OKAY OH MY FUCKING GOD

ARCANE WRITERS WHEN I CATCH YOU

WHEN I CATCH YOU ARCANE WRITERS

I’ve got two almost done and need to figure out which one y’all want first. And as always if you want a fic that isn’t on here, just ask!

I NEEEEEED A CONTINUATION FOR THE JAIL FIC PLEASEEEE LIKE JOW SHE FINDS US WHEN SHE COENS BACK OR HOW WE ACT. Please and thank you.

I've gotten sooo much positive feedback from the little mini series and SEVERAL requests to continue it. So! This is my little announcement that I'm working on a part three, likely the last part of this little series. I'll keep y'all updated as I write!

OKAY I’m finally home from my little get away! Here’s some fics that are gonna come out in the next few days to get y’all excited:

“Miguel O’Hara headcanons: dating a gn!autistic! reader”

My first request!! Adding onto “Hobie Brown headcanons: dating a gn!autistic!reader” as well as a little Drabble

Then I’ll be taking a little break from the gn!autistic!reader series and be throwing some full fics out!

ALRIGHT PARTY PEOPLE I NEED OPINIONS

Sooo I have an idea for a JayVik AU. Where Viktor never left the Undercity and he works for Silco, to try and sum it up without spoilers.

WOULD WE WANT TO READ IT??

(I will be doing this either way btw I just want to see if a lot of people want it so I can kick myself in the ass for not writing it faster)