Hello my fine friends have some fluff of Peter teaching Remus how to play chess. I always saw these two as really good friends the quite ones with the two chaos ensures. That's not to say this pair didn't create havoc they were just quieter abt it in my opinion. Any way I hope you enjoy
The Hogwarts year had started a month ago and Peter had been enjoying it so far. He was in a dorm with James Potter who was a childhood friend, Sirius Black who was loud and boisterous and Remus Lupin he was more of an odd creature quiet but really devious. You’d never expect it he kind of has an angel face that all the teachers trust, but a brain that has come up with the most mind-blowing pranks yet. He’s a bit closed off; in fact, no one really know anything about him. They don’t really know anything about Sirius either, but he is as loyal as a dog and weirdly protective of all the boys.
Peter always played chess in the common room with whoever would challenge him so far only a handful 7th years had been able to beat him and as a first year being able to beat most of his house was a feat worth bragging about. He’d even been able to beat the Ravenclaws that had challenged him, well except for Dorcas Meadows but he’s fairly sure she cheated.
There’s a few things that are consistent with the way Peter played chess, he was always 2 moves ahead, he always played black, he had certain moves he always used, and that Remus always watched him play. No matter what Remus would be there, sometimes he would hide behind a book, but Peter would notice his eyes peak over the page making sure his friend was winning other times he would be perched on the edge of his seat elbows on his knees watching the game like a lion watched a gazelle. One day the common room was unusually quiet, Remus was curled up on the armchair pulling his copy of Frankenstein closer to his face while Peter sat on the floor setting up a game of chess.
“Oi Remus want to play?” he said curiously setting the last knight in place. The sandy haired boy looked up from his book with his face looking all nervous suddenly.
“Urm… I don’t really know how to” he said gripping the books closer to him as if to hide his face.
“What?! That’s impossible you always watch me play even if you didn’t know, you’d at least know something”
“Yeah except I don’t know any of the rules somethings the short stubby things can move two places and sometimes they move diagonal, some pieces can move over pieces like that castle thing and the horses, and some can only move in directions and its all confusing at what is the purpose it doesn’t make any sense Pete. So just leave me to my book” Peter looked horrified. Not only were several things that came out off Remus’s mouth plain old wrong he also said that chess didn’t have a purpose.
“Ok that’s just wrong on so many levels. Chess helps with cognitive thinking skills, memory, imagination, concentration, confidence, and determination.” Peter made a vague waving gesture for Remus to sit on the other side of the board.
“Do I have to sit on the floor?” Remus grumbled
“Well put a pillow down if you want princess” as soon as Remus was settled on the other side of the board Peter launched into a long explanation.
“So, on the first move the pawns can move two spaces forward, but after that they can only move one space forward, they can’t go backwards, and they can only take pieces diagonally in front of them and only one space. Oh, and if a pawn gets to the other side of the board then you can swap it out for any piece you’ve lost.” The look in Peters eye was a bit frantic like he couldn’t get the words out quick enough.
“Are all the explanations this long winded and complicated?”
“Of course, Remus! Its chess not ping pong, it’s an ancient game from India that travelled across the east as a model scale of war! It’s not going to be simple you twat.”
“Let me get some parchment. I need to make notes” With nearly 40 inches of parchment filled with Remus messy scrawl about the rules of chess and the history and different names, not to mention all the benefits that Peter listed off.
“Ok do you think your ready?” Peter leaned forward, elbows on his knees hands clasped under his chin seeming to take this all to seriously, but Remus understood the rules. Mostly. He was so going to lose and for someone as competitive as Remus that was mortifying.
“Sure.”
“You start.” Remus’ hand was surprisingly steady as it moved the pawn in from of the rook two spaces. The blonde boy made a small noise at the back of his throat before moving one of his pawns too spaces in front of his bishop. Nerves were racking through Remus’ body and his hands started to sweat. A few pawns were sacrificed, and Peter had Remus rook and a bishop, but in fairness Remus had won his knight, but his king was in fear of being in check. In the end Remus had three pawns left to defend his king. Peter was looking a little better, but his pieces were scares on the board, but his king was protected by his castling move made early in the game.
“Good game.” Peter hand was outstretched over Remus’ crumpled king. Remus wiped his hands on his trousers to get rid of any lingering sweat and swallowed his pride to accept defeat in the form of a handshake. Chess became a game the two friends played regularly, but it wasn’t until fourth year when Remus finally beat him. Lets just say his celebratory dance was more embarrassing than all the loses he suffered over the years.
pro but only if its after you finish cereal and slurp it up like left over soup even tho cereals a fucking chowder
are y’all pro or anti drinking milk
well i’m nonbinary so i had to reblog
since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...
Aro culture is being really touch starved, and want to cuddle with your friend, and wonder if you have a crush on them because of this.
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ah shit sorry man i didnt mean to spill my "aro4aro friends with benefits relationship" all over your favorite ship, fuck dude my bad, it wont happen again
I still celebrate valentines with my best friend, while we never do anything too big one of us always asks the other to be their valentines and it’s one of my favourite traditions that we have going on for 12 years now. Valentines is meant to be a holiday to celebrate love why does it have to be restricted to romantic love?
aro culture is kind of forgetting that valentine’s day is supposed to be for romantic love because you always figured it was for all love (mostly because school always had students hand out candies so it SEEMED like a celebration for loving your friends….)
this is one of those things where i swear, people are like "oho children, this is what this is!" and then a few years later are like "oho, you believed that? You silly child of course I was lying!"
This is a pirate au that I've been meaning to get started for literal months and I just bashed this out last night and finished it at about 3am. I've got more planned for Wolfstar, Jegulus and Dorlene but don't hold me to that cause my motivation wavers more than the British Government. Any way enjoy this cute Marlily with some of Lily just admiring how beautiful Mary's eyes are and ofc Sirius simping for Remus doing the most mundane tasks.
The Marauder glided through the waves easily, the crew hadn’t seen land in nearly three weeks, and they were having to ration what food they had left. The sun was low in the sky casting an orange hue over the horizon which matched the red hair floating on the breeze from underneath a light blue bandana. The pirate stared out to sea watching the water ripple along the side of the ship and the sun dance across the surface. In the distance a pinprick of black on the horizon caught the pirates attention. Lifting the spyglass of the hook on her belt and saw that the dot of black was indeed an island. A small one but an island none the less.
“LAND-HO!” she yelled heartily down to the deck below.
“Fucking hell Evans! A bit more warning next time I was just dropping off.”
“That was your warning Potter now look alive ‘Captain’” the tone was mocking and no one else on the crew would dare, but James just smiled and chuckled warmly at her knowing that their was no disrespect meant by her tone that would be hiding under others. As if Eurus was on their side an eastern wind blew and filled the sails. Soon the anchor was lowered, and the crew stepped foot on land once more.
“Crickey I love the sea; oh, Poseidon do not mistake me!” One of the crew proclaimed loudly pointing out to the gentle waves lapping at the beach his long dark whipping slightly around his sunburnt cheeks “but by Gods, Gaia I have missed you so.” He said falling back on to the sand with a blissful look on his face.
“Enough fooling around Sirius up you get” James said while lightly kicking the soft underside of his thigh. “We’re sleeping under the stars tonight and we’ll find food and fresh water in the morning.” Casting a few glances over his crew James noticed a lack of red hair and teasing comments “Where’d Evan’s go?” a few murmurs carried through the crew until James turned to his quartermaster to his left “Lupin?” the soft caramel curls bounce lightly against the pirates forehead as he met the dark brown eyes of his captain.
“She walked of as soon as you started talking, through those trees, you know what she’s like.” He spoke so casually and turned back to winding the rope over his hand and under his elbow to keep knots out of it.
“yeah I do” James said with a slight sigh sweeping the dark brown hair out of his eyes. “crew help him set up shelters.” Sticking a thumb out roughly in Remus’ direction, but the Doctor hadn’t moved from his spot on the sand staring at something behind his Captain. “useless” James muttered to himself.
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The sun was still setting below the horizon and created a wonderful, speckled pattern over the dirt as the light dripped through the leaves. Lily’s boots crunch old leaves and twigs beneath her feet as her fingers lightly brushed against the tree bark and ferns at her side. Freckles adorned over her knuckles and up under the sleeve of her shirt, berries were plucked by a swift hand used to thievery and popped into her waiting mouth. The sound of running water filled her ears and the ever curious the redhead followed the sound eagerly. The dagger from her hip easily sliced through the undergrowth and revealed a glistening waterfall with a small collection of ponds. The sun was dipping further and further out of sight leaving the young pirate in shadows, but she had enough vision to see something moving about in the clear waters in front of her. Keeping her dagger unsheathed Lily’s leather boots stepped swiftly over twigs and stones and a with bated breath crouch at the edge of the biggest pool her mouth parted slightly in wonderment. The crimson red tail flicked up above the water once more and then the Lily’s befuddlement a human hand split the surface of the water with a kind of grace that you would never expect and then it was gone. The surface of the water was eerily still and the only sound above the pool was Lily’s shallow breathing. Her deep green eyes scanned around the spot where the hand had disappeared. Instead, something not two feet in front the pirates face caught her attention. Two deep blue almost black twinkling eyes stared unblinking at her with an inquisitive disposition. The whiteness of the eyes were a brilliant contrast to the dark skin that travelled to a human forehead and human cheeks, almost as dark as the oak that the Marauder was crafted off. Despite the coldness of the stare the skin looked warm, like it was more orange than brown. Small ringlets of hair floated in a mass around the smooth forehead, but then the face rose slightly, and the rest was in sight. There was a human nose, flatter and wider than Lily’s own which was quite small and button like, the cheeks Lily could see properly now were full and the whole face was rather round, however what wasn’t human was the ears that didn’t protrude from her skull. It wasn’t like some of the crew that had their earlobes blown off, rather her ears were just the holes in the side of her head, and their were slits in the side of her neck starting just under her jaw finishing halfway down the neck. Lily hadn’t realised how far forward she had been leaning in wonder at the beautiful face in front of her until her balance had toppled and long sturdy arms caught one wrist and the other held her waist carefully. Faces on inches apart and eyes locked together as if the world would end if they stopped. This close Lily could see the specks yellow hidden in those deep mysterious eyes, they seemed scrutinous and untrusting. Out of the corner of her eye the marvellous fish tale was back, and Lily’s attention was stolen, the scales seemed to glimmer without any help from the sunlight, light patches faded to a burnt orange and green eyes followed the long tail up and up until slowly scales turned to pudgy human flesh. Lily’s eyes trailed up the rest of the body in front of her over the arm connected to her wrist still, followed a sharp collarbone, up the slender neck, across plump lips that parted to show sharp incisors and back to meet eyes once more.
“You’re a mermaid” Lily whispered dumbly unsure of what else to say. In a way of responding the mermaids doe like eyes narrowed and her head cocked to the side sending small drops of water down the water from the tightly wound ringlets that burst away from the mermaids face.
“And you are human.” The voice protruding out of the mermaid sounded like the words were foreign on her tongue as if she didn’t speak much.
“I’m Lily” the mermaid seemed perplexed by this and took a long time to think of an answer, large eyes never leaving the green ones presented before her. Carefully as if the next words might be the most important yet she pushed out the word
“Mary” Lily watched with apt attention how the mermaids lips formed around the word and the sharp set of teeth hiding behind them peaked out. The pirate leaned forward more so than before to graze her fingers lightly against Mary’s cheek, overtaken by a bout of confidence or stupidity Lily tipped herself toward the mermaid even more allowed her hand to cup Mary’s cheek ever so delicately. The hand holding her wrist slid down along her forearm leaving goosebumps in its wake and securing itself on the other side of Lily’s waist holding her up out of the water from both sides allowing Lily’s right hand to slip on to the bend between Mary’s shoulder and her neck, her thumb rubbing small circles just below the last gill. A tiny involuntary shudder ran through the mermaid at that all the way down to the tip of her tail which flicked the surface of the water slightly. At this Lily bent her head so pink blush lips could meet Mary’s in a soft kiss. It was unusual and incredible all at once. Like no other kiss Lily had experienced and like she had been kissing Mary for years. Muscle memory seemed to take over, but she felt as if she was just about treading water staying afloat in a vicious storm. Suddenly thankful for the strong arms circling her waist which helped ground her and keep her head although the way one hand pressed lightly at the small of her back and the other curled around her hip was intoxicating in the best way possible. After what felt like one second and an eternity they parted and only by the stars being reflected in Mary’s eyes did Lily register how long she had been gone for, but she didn’t move, she stared at those magnificent blue eyes and wished she knew more. More about Mary’s life, who she was, what she knew, anything, everything and then she realised she could. So, Lily asked all the questions she could think of, and Mary smiled brightly at her curiosity and answered gracefully. Lily settled on the grass next to the pond and admired the stars above her as Mary laid back in the water occasionally flicking her tail as the two shared stories of their parents, of siblings, friends how Lily ended up a pirate from a well-respected family and how Mary ended up on the little island in a fresh water pool. They talk and the sun started to peak up from behind them and they kept talking so openly as if they could never trust some else as deeply as they did each other and maybe they never would again.
toph, my girl!
There’s a certain idea that’s been on my mind for a while so here you go-
A very cursed Iliad AU
'It seems being polite was not on the agenda today.'
I love writing from Remus Lupins perspective because you get amazing sentences like this.
This is how everyone fits into my pirate au marauders fic specifically on the ship, the Marauder. This took me ages so like it or go fuck yourself I'm running on no sleep and no coffee or tea or chocolate. Enjoy bestie :)
Captain (James Potter)
Elected by the crew
Charismatic
Experienced
Complete authority in battle
Leads the attack when boarding a ship
Even-tempered
Skilled with both sword and pistol
Received double share of the loot
Tactical decision maker
Quartermaster or first mate (Remus Lupin)
Second in command (most authority on the ship after the captain)
In charge of seeing the captains orders carried out
Handles day to day operations of the ship
Helps divided plunder amongst crew accordingly
In charge of discipline
Received a double share of loot
Master-at-Arms (Marlene McKinnon)
Deals with security of the ship
Fitness of the crew
Dispensing of justice
Feared and dreaded of a ships officers
Captains closest collaborator with the quarter master
Expert in the art of combat and war strategy
Internal management so in charge of organising crews plans when attacking merchant ships
Navigator or Sailing Master (Lily)
Gets the ship too its destination
Trained to navigate with stars
Determines ships latitude
Sail from east to west with ease
Longitude is harder to determine
Sailing north to south is more guess work
Crucial to the workings of a ship
Boatswain or bosun (Alice Fortescue)
Junior officers
Keeps ship in shape for travel and battle
Looks after wood, canvas, and ropes vital to swift and safe sailing
Led shore parties to restock supplies or find material for repairs
Oversees activities such as dropping and weighing the anchor, setting the sails, and making sure the deck is cleaned.
Received share and a half of the loot
Reports general condition of the ship to the captain
Experienced sailor
Cooper (Frank Longbottom)
Makes and maintains barrels
Inspects storage barrels to insure they are sound
Dismantles empty barrels to make space in limited cargo areas
Reassembles when needed
Doctor or Surgeon (Sirius Black)
Helped with diseases and wounds
Amputations often necessary to stop infections with proper medicines
Trained doctors were hard to find, and sometimes veteran sailors would serve in their stead
Serious injuries were common amongst pirates
Pirates suffered from venereal diseases like syphilis and tropical illness like malaria
Vulnerable to scurvy (caused by a Vitamin C deficiency when ships ran out of fresh fruit)
Medicines were worth more than gold
Carpenter (Regulus)
Answers to the boatswain
Ensures ships structural integrity
Fixes holes after combat
Makes repairs after storms
Keeping the masts and yardarms functional
Knowing when the ship needed to be beached for maintenance or repairs
Would have to make repairs on desert island or stretch of beach
Would use what they could scavenge or cannibalize from parts of the ship
Sometimes double as the surgeons
Master Gunner (Dorcas Meadows)
Extremely complicated and dangerous procedure
Everything had to be specific placement of the shot, correct amount of powder, the fuse, and the working parts of the cannon itself
12-pound cannon balls but the cannons range from 3000 to 3500 pounds
Skilled gunner was a very valuable part of any pirate crew
Trained by royal navy
Worked up from being powder monkeys running back and forth carrying gunpowder to cannons in battle
Master gunners were in charge of ALL cannons, the gunpowder, the shot, and everything else to keep the cannons in working order.
Leader of a small group of gunners
Four to six people needed to aim, fire, reset, swab and load.
Coordination with other gunners required
Harder on pirate ships as they rarely wanted to destroy other ships but disable them
Gunning crew
Master gunner (commander of gun crew)
First gunner (Fabien Prewett)
Second gunner (Gideon Prewett)
Loading gunner (Barty Crouch)
Wiper (Evan Rosier)
Deputy loading gunner (Hestia Jones)
Deputy wipers (Arthur Weasley)
Powder monkey (Bill Weasley)
Musicians (Pandora Lestrange)
Popular on pirate ships because of the tedious life
Help to pass the time
Having skill with musical instruments brought with it certain privileges like playing while others worked or increased shares
Sometimes taken from ships pirates plundered
Cook (Mad-Eye Moody)
Prepared food
Would rarely step in as surgeons to help with amputations
Often old crew members that have suffered crippling injuries
Rigger (Benjy Fenwick)
Rigging and unfurl the sails
In battle pull enemy vessels near enough to board
Role taken up by other sailors
Lookout (Kingsley Shackbolt)
Positioned at the top of the mainmast to alert crew of enemies, ships or land
Sometimes the role would be taken up by different sailors
Helmsmen (Peter Pettigrew)
Steers the ship with information from the sailing master
Sometimes the role would be taken up by different sailors