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You gotta call him right now. I just told you, he's hanging out with one of his friends. He's busy. So text him. Kids are never too busy to text. You're right.

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You gotta call him right now. I just told you, he's hanging out with one of his friends. He's busy. So text him. Kids are never too busy to text. You're right.

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Serpents & Stars Part 3

Summary: You refuse to admit your feelings for the Marauders. They refuse to let you push them away. It’s a battle of wills, and you are absolutely determined to win.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin) x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

After that night on the Astronomy Tower, you decided you were going to ignore it. All of it.

The way James looked at you like you were his favourite challenge.

The way Sirius got too close just to make you squirm.

The way Remus saw right through you every damn time.

It didn’t matter. 

You didn’t like them. You couldn’t like them. Right? 

Ignoring them was easier said than done because they weren’t making it easy.

“Morning, sweetheart,” James greeted you in the Great Hall, sliding into the seat beside you even though this was the Slytherin table, and he had no business being here.

You shoved his arm off the table. “Go away, Potter.” 

James beamed. “You’re so cute when you pretend you don’t like me.” 

You resisted the urge to throw your goblet at his face. 

You were reading by the Black Lake when Sirius flopped onto the grass beside you, head resting in your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You froze. “What the hell are you doing?” 

He grinned up at you, completely unbothered. “Getting comfortable.” 

Your hands clenched into fists. “Move.” 

He stretched out more. “Make me, princess.” 

You shoved him off. He laughed the whole way down. 

Remus, of course, was the most dangerous.

Because Remus didn’t flirt obnoxiously like James, and he didn’t invade your space just to watch you react like Sirius. 

No. Remus was subtle. Remus was kind.

Which meant that when he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face during study sessions, you couldn’t even pretend he was being annoying. 

When he carried your books after class, you couldn’t even call him a show-off. 

When he gave you the last chocolate in the pack without saying a word, you couldn’t even insult him for it. 

Remus wasn’t fighting you. Remus was just there, waiting, knowing and that was the worst part. 

They knew you were cracking.

It happened on a particularly bad day. 

Professor Slughorn had paired you with an absolute idiot in Potions, and after an hour of them nearly setting the classroom on fire, you had a splitting headache. 

You stormed into the library, slamming your books onto the table. 

The second you sat down, a fresh cup of coffee slid across the table to you. 

You blinked at it. Then at the hand that had placed it there. 

James, Sirius, and Remus sat across from you, watching you expectantly. 

Sirius smirked. “You looked like you needed it, love.” 

You stared at the coffee. It was exactly how you liked it. 

“…This means nothing,” you muttered, grabbing the cup. 

James grinned like he had won something. “Of course not, sweetheart.” 

Remus just sipped his tea, amused.

You hated them. You hated them so much.

It was late.

You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room (Dorcas has dragged you along to say hi to Marlene), the fire flickering, when it happened.

A group of Gryffindor girls walked past, giggling and whispering about James and Sirius. About how handsome they were. About how Remus was the sweetest and something in your chest tightened.

You scowled, shaking the thought away. 

It didn’t matter. They were annoying. You didn’t care if other people liked them. 

You didn’t care. 

And then you saw them.

James, Sirius, and Remus, sitting across the room, laughing together, smiling, looking like the sun itself lived in their bones.

And you felt it.

That undeniable, horrible, traitorous ache.

You wanted to be near them. 

You wanted to be in that light. 

You cursed under your breath, standing up so fast your chair scraped the floor. 

No. No.

You wouldn’t do this. You wouldn’t-

“Going somewhere, love?”

Sirius was watching you, his grey eyes too knowing.

James and Remus turned too, curiosity flickering in their faces. 

You clenched your jaw. “Bed.” 

James smirked. “Need company?” 

You scowled. “Die, Potter.”

Sirius laughed. “She’s flustered. It’s adorable.” 

Remus just tilted his head, studying you. 

And you? You ran.

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Serpents & Stars Part 2

Summary: You’re starting to realize that your ‘hatred’ for the Marauders may not be as strong as you thought. And they? They’re only enjoying the chase more.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin) x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Possibly bad grammar.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Ever since your outburst outside of Potions, the Marauders had only intensified their efforts.

James had taken to waiting outside the Slytherin common room, lounging against the wall like he had every right to be there. 

Sirius had started sitting next to you in class, stretching his long legs out and smirking whenever you glared at him. 

And Remus? Remus of course had taken a different approach. 

He had become annoyingly, infuriatingly gentle, like he was waiting for you to figure something out. 

You wanted to scream.  

It was a Tuesday afternoon when everything shifted.

You were in the library, aggressively taking notes when James slid into the seat across from you. 

You didn’t even look up. “No.”

James grinned. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” 

“I don’t need to.” You dipped your quill in ink, ignoring him. “Whatever it is, the answer is no.” 

James leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. “That’s a shame, because I was just going to tell you how breathtaking you look today.” 

You finally looked up, ready to snap back and immediately regretted it. 

Because James Potter? James Potter was gorgeous. 

He was always gorgeous, but it was easy to ignore when he was being insufferable. Now, though? Sitting there with his hazel eyes locked on yours, a slow smirk curling at his lips, looking at you like you were the only person in the world?

Your stomach flipped.

You swallowed hard and forced your scowl back in place. “If you think flirting with me will make me like you, Potter, you’re delusional.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, “You already do I just need you to admit it.” 

You hated how warm your face felt. 

That night, as you made your way back from dinner, Sirius found you.

He fell into step beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world. “James said you seemed a bit flustered in the library earlier.” 

You stiffened. “I was not.” 

Sirius hummed, all smug confidence. “Mm sure. But don’t worry, love, it happens to the best of us.” 

You exhaled sharply, trying to keep your irritation intact. “Why do you keep doing this?” 

“Doing what?” 

“This.” You gestured between the two of you. “Flirting. Following me around. Acting like I don’t despise you.” 

Sirius stopped walking. 

You turned to face him, ready to throw another insult but the look on his face made you pause. His usual smirk was gone. His grey eyes were darker, sharper. 

“You don’t despise me,” he said, voice lower now. “You’re just scared of what happens if you don’t.” 

Your breath caught. 

Sirius took a step closer, his voice a whisper against the cold night air. “So, tell me, y/n. What happens if you stop fighting it?” 

You couldn’t answer because you didn’t know and that terrified you more than anything. 

The next day, you were hiding.

You skipped breakfast. Skipped your usual library session. Avoided the common areas where the Marauders usually found you. 

But Remus found you anyway.

He sat beside you on the Astronomy Tower, the two of you staring at the sky in comfortable silence. 

You didn’t question how he knew you’d be here. The marauders always found you somehow.

After a while, he spoke. 

“They’re not going to stop.” 

You exhaled. “I know.” 

“We like you.” 

You clenched your jaw. “You like bothering me.” 

Remus turned to look at you, his expression too soft. “No, y/n. They like you; I like you.” 

You swallowed hard, staring at the stars. “I don’t know how to… how to do that. How to let people-” 

“Love you?” Remus finished gently. 

Your heart stopped, you hadn’t said it, but he had, and you didn’t deny it.

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james potter x f!reader / fluff / happy birthday jamesie poo ily <3

summary: It’s James’ birthday, and you’ve made him something golden, glittery, and entirely him—a gift to immortalize the boy who already shines brighter than the sun.

a/n: this was entirely self-indulgent, i saw other ppl posting bday blurbs for james and thought: i wanna do one!!! so this is my take on being a sappy crafty girlfriend bc i think that's what he deserves. hehehe enjoy bbys, sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 777 (angel numbers hello??? i swear i didn't do that on purpose)

You stride into the Great Hall with a grin that threatens to split your face. James notices you immediately—he always does—and he brightens instantly, like someone switched on a light in him. He starts to rise from the bench, already leaning toward you, his curls messier than usual, tie askew, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. Even the morning seems to be treating him gently today.

Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting warm, golden lines across the table and illuminating his hair like it was designed to reflect light. The whole space glows—but you can’t quite tell whether it's the sun or James himself lighting the room. Maybe they're indistinguishable. Maybe he's always been composed of light, and you’re simply fortunate enough to exist in his orbit.

You stop in front of him, hands tucked deliberately behind your back.

"There’s my birthday boy," you say, your voice soft and lyrical, like the melody of something cherished.

James looks at you as though you’ve handed him the cosmos. He leans forward to kiss you—tender, instinctual, like he's greeting a dream he's not ready to wake from. He smells of cinnamon toast and the warmth of sleep, and when his thumb brushes your jaw, it feels very purposeful, a reverent act, as if he's memorizing you.

You return the kiss slowly, with the familiarity of something well-loved. When you part, his eyes remain closed, reluctant to release the moment.

"I brought you something," you whisper.

James peers at you through his lashes, amusement and curiosity dancing in his expression. "What’s this? Another love letter? A restraining order?"

"Open it."

You produce the card from behind your back and hand it to him. He accepts it like it’s spectral, like it might vanish if he’s not careful. He opens it—and freezes.

Then: "No bloody way—"

It’s a hand-crafted Chocolate Frog card. The border gleams gold and glittery (Lily had shown you a trick to bewitch the glitter to stop it from spreading everywhere), and in the center is a moving photo of him mid-Quidditch dive, hair windswept, cheeks flushed, smiling like he’s flying on joy alone. He gazes at it, visibly overwhelmed.

Beneath the photo, in your deliberate, curling handwriting:

James Potter (b. 1960) Renowned Gryffindor Chaser. Known for his record-breaking speed, his signature wink, and his heart of gold—which, allegedly, belongs entirely to the girl who made this card. Fiercely loyal, devastatingly charming, and prone to acts of ridiculous bravery (like falling in love).

He says nothing for a moment, just stares. Turns the card over once or twice in his fingers, appreciating the front and back equally.

"I don't have words," James says at last, cradling the card like it might crumble under the weight of how much it means. His voice cracks halfway through. "You made me a Chocolate Frog card. With stats."

"I did," you say, glowing with pride. "You’re a limited edition. Happy birthday."

He blinks rapidly, fighting off emotion. His fingers lightly trace the gilded border. "This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever given me. Ever."

You smirk. "Even better than Sirius’ ‘Kiss the Birthday Boy’ badge?"

"Infinitely better," he replies, pulling you close again, arms wrapping around you as if he’s anchoring himself to this moment. "You’ve officially immortalized me."

"As you should be," you murmur, brushing your nose gently against his, your smile aching with sincerity.

He glances again at the card, like it validates something sacred—that he is loved deeply, without condition.

"You make me feel like I’m everything," he says. "Even when I’m just me."

You kiss the edge of his mouth, smile pressed soft to skin. "You're my everything, birthday boy."

He tucks the card inside his robe with care, then takes your hand, threading his fingers through yours like it’s second nature.

You sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, legs nudging beneath the table. Around you, the Great Hall stirs with the sound of breakfast and sleepy chatter, but it all fades into background static. James watches only you—like you’re his wish, already granted.

He lifts your joined hands to his lips. "Best birthday ever," he murmurs.

"You always say that."

"That’s because you keep making it true."

You laugh gently and rest your head against his shoulder. For a moment, the world is hushed and golden. Just the two of you, cradled in something secret and safe—held in quiet reverence.

And James Potter—a little older, a little softer, and incomprehensibly adored—holds onto it all like it’s the rarest kind of magic. Because it is. Because it’s you.

The morning sun, jealous as ever, spills light across the table, trying to keep up with him.

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The Serpents and Stars Pt 1

Summary: You can’t stand the Marauders. They’re obnoxious, arrogant, and entirely too smug for their own good. So why do they keep flirting with you?

Pairing: Poly!Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin) x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Warnings: I've never written a fic before so this could be terrible.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

If there was one thing you knew to be true, it’s this: 

The Marauders were insufferable. 

James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin three Gryffindor golden boys who walked around like they owned the castle, smirking at anything with a pulse and charming their way out of every possible punishment. 

They were loud. They were cocky.

And worst of all? 

They wouldn’t leave you alone. 

“Morning, princess,” Sirius drawled as you passed by in the Great Hall, his signature smirk firmly in place. 

You rolled your eyes. “Drop dead.” 

James, sitting beside him, gasped dramatically. “Oh, sweetheart, if you wanted us dead, you could’ve just asked.” 

Remus, the least infuriating of the three, snorted into his coffee. “You really do have a special connection.” 

You gave him a flat look. “Yes, Lupin, it’s called hatred.” 

Sirius leaned in, his grey eyes glinting mischievously. “Or is it repressed desire?” 

You grabbed a piece of toast off your plate and chucked it at his head. 

James caught it midair, the show-off, and took a bite. “Thanks, love. You shouldn’t have.” 

Your blood boiled.

Why did they insist on flirting with you? Why couldn’t they just leave you alone like every other Gryffindor you couldn’t stand? 

But no. Instead, you got this.

And worse? It was every. Damn. Day. 

It wasn’t just in the Great Hall. 

No, they tormented you, somehow finding you everywhere.

In the library, when you were trying to study.

“Looking gorgeous as ever, love,” James whispered, sliding into the seat across from you. 

You slammed your book shut. “Potter, if you don’t leave in the next five seconds, I’ll hex you into next week.” 

James grinned. “That means you’d miss me for a whole week.” 

You considered launching your inkpot at his head. 

Sirius, of course, was no better. 

One day, he caught you sneaking out to the Black Lake for a quiet moment alone. Instead of letting you have your peace, he followed you.

He stretched out on the grass beside you, smirking up at the sky. “You know, I think you’re obsessed with me.” 

You scoffed. “I think you’ve mistaken ‘loathing’ for ‘obsession.’” 

“Ah,” he mused, “but loathing is just passion in disguise.” 

You kicked water at him. 

He only laughed.

And Remus? Remus was the worst of all.

Because unlike the other two, who were loud and unbearable, he was quietly infuriating.

Remus listened. Remus noticed things. 

Like the way you preferred black coffee over tea. The way you chewed the end of your quill when you were concentrating. The way you always hesitated before answering a question in class, even when you knew the answer. 

And worst of all? 

The way he would look at you.  Like he understood something about you that even you didn’t. 

It drove you mad.

One day, after an especially awful Potions class (thanks to James knocking over an entire cauldron, making the whole room smell like burnt eggs), you finally snapped. 

You whirled on them the moment you stepped out of the classroom. 

“Why?” you demanded, glaring at the three of them. “Why do you keep doing this? Annoying me? Flirting with me? What do you want?” 

James blinked. “We just like you, love.” 

Sirius grinned. “Obviously.” 

Remus tilted his head, smiling that soft, knowing smile. “Why? Does it bother you?” 

You opened your mouth to say yes, to tell them to leave you alone, to curse them into oblivion.

But the words wouldn’t come. 

Because the truth was.

You didn’t hate it. 

You didn’t hate them. 

And that? 

That was the real problem.

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If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with a young looking old man that could time travel and had floppy hair…I would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

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A LITTLE BIT OF SCANDAL WITH A PINCH OF DEFAMATION

PAIRING Sirius Black x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS someone has made it their personal mission to ridicule the eldest black sibling in the school newspaper’s anonymous Spotlight column and the entire school is entertained- except Sirius

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Sirius Black was not used to being the butt of the joke.

Sure, he and James pranked their fellow students on a near daily basis, but that was different. That was lighthearted fun. This? This was targeted character assassination.

He sat at the Gryffindor table, scowling at the latest edition of The Hogwarts Weekly, which had just been delivered alongside breakfast. The familiar bolded headline made his stomach twist with dread.

“Weekly Spotlight: Sirius Black’s Hair Routine- Does He Secretly Use Veela Shampoo?”

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand through his obscenely perfect hair as James curiously peered over his shoulder.

“Oi, that’s a glowing review compared to last week,” James said, snatching a piece of toast. “At least they’re acknowledging the effort you put into looking devastatingly handsome.”

Sirius shot him a glare. “‘Effort’? You think I try to look like this? Mate, I was born like this."

James smirked. “Well, according to the article, you wake up two hours early just to what was it again?, ‘whisper sweet nothings to your reflection’?”

Sirius slammed the newspaper onto the table and huffed. “I do not whisper to my reflection.”

“Mate, I’ve seen you wink at yourself in the window.”

“That’s different,” Sirius muttered or rather pouted.

Across the hall, students were already whispering, chuckling at the latest installment of the rather brilliant writer's ongoing takedown of Sirius Black.

“This has gone too far,” Sirius grumbled. “I need to find out who’s behind this.”

James perked up. “Are you saying…” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “We have a mystery to solve?”

Sirius nodded, expression grave. “We’re going to catch this Quilly and when we do, I swear they’ll regret ever picking up a feather.”

James grinned. “Sirius, my dear friend, we are now game on.”

Sirius and James took their new roles as amateur detectives very seriously.

They started by interrogating their classmates.

“Did you write this?” Sirius demanded, waving the newspaper in the face of a startled Ravenclaw.

The boy blinked. “I- I don’t even read the Herald.”

James jotted something down in a small notebook. “Suspicious.”

Sirius nodded in agreement. “Very suspicious indeed.”

The Ravenclaw scurried away.

Next, they turned to analyzing past articles for clues. They sat in a corner of the common room, parchment and numerous past articles spread out before them. James tapped his quill against his chin. “Alright, let’s think, who would have enough access to the dumb things you do on a daily basis?”

Sirius frowned. “That’s the problem. I’m incredibly popular. People are always watching me.”

James snorted. “That’s one way to phrase it.”

“Alright,” Sirius huffed. “Who works on the Weekly?”

“Dunno,” James admitted. “It’s all pretty hush hush. They don’t like revealing their sources.”

“Cowards.”

James scanned the common room, eyes landing on Remus, who was curled up in an armchair, nose deep in a book.

“Oi, Moony,” James called. “You’re a Prefect. You know things. Who writes for The Hogwarts Weekly?”

Remus didn’t even look up. “Confidential.”

Sirius groaned. “Oh, come on.”

Remus finally closed his book and sighed. “Look, if the Quiller keeps their writers anonymous, they have a reason for it. Besides, maybe if you stopped embarrassing yourself on a daily basis, they wouldn’t have so much material.”

James laughs at that. Sirius glared. “You’re useless.”

Remus smirked. “And yet, I sleep soundly at night.”

The following week, after a failed (lazy really) gathering of information, he slammed the latest issue of the newspaper onto the Gryffindor table, sending toast crumbs flying.

“This- this is an attack on my dignity!” he declared, glaring at the offending article.

James, who was in the middle of buttering his toast, looked up eyes wide. “What is it this time?”

Sirius scowled. “See for yourself”

James took the paper from him, eyes scanning the latest Spotlight column.

“Sirius Black: Smooth Talker or Walking Disaster?”

Once again, Hogwarts’ resident Casanova has graced the halls with his effortless charm- or so he thinks. Witnesses report that Black’s attempt to woo a Hufflepuff sixth year ended in catastrophe when he tripped over his own shoelaces and knocked over an entire suit of armor.

Eyewitness testimony claims Black tried to play it off, stating, ‘The armor was clearly in love with me. It fell at my feet.’

Sources remain skeptical. "

James barely suppressed a laugh. “I mean… it does sound like something you’d say.”

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s not the point! Who is this menace? Who keeps writing these slanderous lies?”

Remus, who had been reading over James’ shoulder, snorted. “They’re not lies if they actually happened.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, you did say the armor was in love with you.”

Sirius huffed. “That’s not- that’s beside the point!” He gestured wildly. “This mystery writer has been humiliating me for weeks! It's blasphemy!”

His first suspect was the rather scary friend of his.

“Marls,” Sirius said, sliding into the seat across from her. “Where were you last Tuesday at precisely 7:42 PM?”

Marlene raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because,” James said dramatically, “that was the moment the Weekly was printed. And we think you’re the mysterious Quiller.”

Marlene blinked. Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh, I wish I was them,” she wheezed, swiping away stray tears. “Whoever that is? Brilliant. But sorry to disappoint, Black. It’s not me.”

Sirius squinted. “Hmm. You do like writing…”

“I like writing about things that matter,” Marlene said dryly. “And you? Do not matter.”

Sirius gasped bewildered. James patted his shoulder. “Tough break, mate.”

The second suspect was Lily, much to James' dismay. They were walking towards the library, discussing a way to question the red head without being hexed first. A few third years were discussing the newest paper rather enthusiastically by the grand fountain in the hall, much to Sirius' annoyance.

“She’s clever, she hates you, and wants to get back at you by attacking me,” Sirius reasoned. “Sounds like our girl.”

James frowned. “Yeah, but she’d just tell me to my face that I’m an idiot.”

“…Good point.”

The next and last suspect was Mary.

“She’s always laughing like a Hippogriff whenever a new column drops,” Sirius muttered. “Maybe too much.”

They set up an ambush outside the Herbology classroom, waiting for Mary to slip up.

After an eternity (20 minutes) of lurking in the corridor, she finally came into view.

Sirius and James leaped out from behind a suit of armor.

“Confess, Macdonald!” Sirius yelled.

Mary screamed, punched James in the stomach, and stormed off.

“…Not her,” James wheezed.

After several more failed interrogations, the case was going cold.

“We need bait,” Sirius decided. James raised an eyebrow. “Bait?”

Sirius grinned. “We stage an event! Something so ridiculous that the mystery writer has to cover it. Then, we watch to see who’s taking notes.”

James rubbed his hands together. “On Sleakeazy's Hair Potion, Pads, you're brilliant .”

Thus, the Great Staircase Incident was born.

It involved Sirius pretending to fall dramatically down three flights of stairs (which bloody hurt), James pretending to rescue him, though his acting skills were not very convincing and Peter shouting rather pathetically, “Oh no! Sirius Black has tragically lost all coordination!”

The entire school gathered to watch.

James and Sirius carefully scanned the crowd. Who was watching too closely? Who looked too interested? Sirius’s eyes locked on a familiar face.

You.

You stood near the back, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on your lips. You weren’t laughing as loudly as the others, and there was something… calculating about your expression.

Sirius nudged James. “ Mate, I have a hunch.”

James followed his gaze. “You think it’s them?”

Sirius squinted. “I don’t know… but they're suspicious.”

James smirked. “Only one way to find out.”

You were finishing the next article in an empty classroom when the door slammed shut behind you.

You jumped, quill flying from your hand and the remaining ink splattered across the wooden floor.

Sirius Black stood in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like a mad alchemist who has just discovered a breakthrough that would put him on a chocolate frog.

“Got ya.”

Your heart pounded. “Pardon?”

He strolled toward you, eyes flicking to the parchment on your desk. The column draft written halfway done. You lunged for it- albeit a little too slow.

Sirius snatched the parchment, scanning the words. His grin widened.

“Well, well, well,” he mused. “Looks like the mystery’s solved.”

You swallowed hard. “…I have no idea what you are talking about, Black. Have the countless detentions with Filch mushed up your brain?”

Sirius tapped the parchment. “The ruse is up, Quilly, We both know that you were the one defaming me for, what, six months? Rather impressive, little feather.”

You crossed your arms. “So, what now? You're going to expose me? Hex me?”

"Oh yes, I will definitely prank you for that", he tilted his head. “Though for the second part... it depends.”

“…On?”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “On whether you let me help write the next one.” Your jaw dropped. “What?”

Sirius winked. “If I can’t beat you… I might as well join you.” And just like that, the biggest mystery at Hogwarts took an unexpected turn.

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what we were, what we are | end.

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 1.0k

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“Well that went better than expected.” Sirius put the motorcycle helmet on you. 

“Because the baby’s yours?” 

“Because it’s a boy. I don’t think I’d be a good girl dad, not on the first try. But I can’t mess up first time parenting with a son.” 

“You can’t?”

“Nope.” He popped the p as he started up the bike. “I just have to do the exact opposite of what my parents did with Reg and I.”

You made it back to Hogwarts in time for the last bit of lunch. Both of you knew that the gossip would have spread through the entirety of Hogwarts… maybe even the entirety of Hogsmeade. There was no point hiding it. Besides, you were going to have to say something sooner or later. It wasn’t like you could just show up with a baby in a few months and no one would have questions. 

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what we were, what we are | part 9.

[Posted 2022.08.12]

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 1.0k

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When you got home that night, you went to Sirius’ room. No one had noticed the rings on either one of your hands. The simple bands helped prevent unwanted attention. Sirius gently pulled you into his arms after you both had showered. 

“We can get our marriage registered tomorrow,” you said, startling him. 

“So quickly? We haven’t even planned a wedding.” 

“I…”

“You don’t want one, do you? Alright, we’ll go down to the Ministry tomorrow.” 

Sirius understood you better than you thought he would. You had the big fancy wedding before with James and that ended with a one-sided divorce and prison with no visitors. You just thought that if you had another wedding then it would end close to the same way. Sirius never cared for huge weddings anyway, receptions were all he cared about. Being legally married to you was more important than any wedding. He kissed the top of your head. 

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what we were, what we are | part 8.

[Posted 2022.08.03]

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

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Your words had really impacted everyone without you knowing. They had abandoned you. It wasn’t something they could pretend didn’t happen. On the Friday before winter break and when you had to stay at the castle for curfew monitoring that weekend, the marauders and other staff that were members of the Order left Hogwarts. 

They met with the rest of the Order and some of the most important members of the Ministry, including all involved in trials, right outside of a dock. Some aurors arrived shortly after them. They watched a few peel off and stand next to Barty Crouch while the others started prepping a large boat.

Amelia Bones spoke up. “These are the aurors that brought Ms. Lupin in. They also wanted to participate.” 

An Auror cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. “It’s about a fifteen minute ride to the prison. No magic can be used in Azkaban except with certain wand clearance. Don’t worry, we’ll be in the guard room the entirety of the weekend in case there is trouble. As requested, we’ll leave the dementors to handle all your care but if one takes it too far or starts to take a liking too much to someone then we will intervene. A weekend won’t take any memories or have short term effects on magic. If you want to leave, do so now before we get on the boat.”

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what we were, what we are | part 7.

[Posted 2022.07.26]

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

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Halloween was coming up. The beginning of October felt like an absolute dream with James but it was your first holiday together since you had been back from Azkaban. It had the potential of being your only holiday. He was going to decide before Christmas, a little less than three complete months but leaving the question still open at Christmas didn’t feel right to him. James still wasn’t sure what he felt. He had missed you. He had missed you so much but by the end of the second week that feeling was gone.

It was like he had finally made amends with himself for leaving you in Azkaban. Now a new feeling had settled in. It felt comfortable but he wasn’t sure how yet. He was trying to remember what life had been like with you before. Had it been the same comfortableness that he was feeling in his stomach? Was the smile that he just gave as he looked down at you sleeping on his chest the same smile he used to give you as his wife?

James still didn’t have the answer as he carefully got out of bed to try and not wake you. His shoulders hunched towards his ears when a small mumble of his name left your mouth. He turned around to see you up and rubbing the sleep out of your eye.

“Morning, sweetheart, I was going to get you breakfast.”

“Come back to bed, it’s early.”

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what we were, what we are | part 6.

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 3.0k

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James’ weekend had been an interesting one. It started on Friday after Sirius left and he got the brilliant idea to see you beforehand, knowing his friend would take a while to find the perfect poppies for your date. He was already at your door when he realized that it might not have been a good idea. But it was too late. James sat down with you in the kitchen at Hogwarts, trying to come to terms with what you and he were. He went back home with no answers. No conclusive ones.

His eyes widened for a split second when it wasn’t just Lily waiting at their kitchen island but also Harry. Normally, Harry liked to say when he was coming home on the weekend. He usually brought his friends too. James was used to that. But his wife and son looked like they had been conspiring as he entered the kitchen. Lily poured him a cup of tea and Harry slid over the rest of his dessert that he hadn’t finished eating because he knew his dad would finish it for him.

“Harry.” Lily summoned her coin purse to find some muggle money. “Go to the movies with your friends.”

“I can’t stay?”

“You’re going to make your friends hang out in your room all night? Besides, adults are talking.”

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what we were, what we are | part 5.

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 5.8k

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You were up before Sirius, trying to remove yourself from him without waking him up. Yeah, you didn’t like being alone after all the years of solitary confinement but you couldn’t forget the abandonment so easily. Part of you understood. A small part. Between you and a perceived dead Peter, a decision had to be made. If it had been anyone else then maybe no one would have suggested you. But it had been Peter. You and he were tied for most loyal and trustworthy amongst a friend group that had James Potter in it which was saying a lot.

That didn’t mean it didn’t sting. You hadn’t lied to your brother when you said that you weren’t angry. You were just disappointed. Or maybe you were too tired to be angry. You had spat filthy words at an imaginary Order in an Azkaban cell and then spent years rationalizing everything. You didn’t want them to act like they were responsible for leaving you but you couldn’t bring yourself to argue, having done enough of that in solitary.

“Uh… thank you,” you mumbled when Kreacher suddenly appeared with a cup of coffee for you and some pancakes.

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what we were, what we are | part 4.

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

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Once more, the Great Hall was silent as you walked in for breakfast. Students and staff were watching you, truly watching you for the first time since you arrived at Hogwarts. You looked at the floor as you walked. And they were sure that you were muttering to yourself a bit. Had you always shown up missing shoes? As if you knew they were all asking, you stopped in the middle of the room and looked at your feet for a moment. They took all your stuff in Azkaban which included your shoes. You often forgot to put them on nowadays when getting ready in the morning. Quickly, you left and returned— this time in proper footwear and not just socks.

You blinked when you sat down at your usual spot at the staff table. The Daily Prophet was resting on your plate. A picture of you at the trial and the headline ‘Public Apology for (Y/N) Lupin’ was staring back at you. The entire Daily Prophet was focused on the trial.

The smile that never reached your eyes appeared on your face only to disappear when an Auror walked in, escorted by a house elf. The Auror held her hands out as she approached. Her frown matched yours. You weren’t supposed to be afraid of Aurors. No one was. Their job was to protect everyone from dark wizards and witches and not ruin the lives of innocents. She stood in front of you.

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what we were, what we are | part 3.

Summary: The worst thing that ever happened to Y/N Lupin was getting sent to Azkaban for a crime she didn’t commit. The second worst thing was when she got out on parole and not because her name was cleared. Trying to get her life back proves difficult when everyone has moved on into the present while she only has memories of the past.

Warnings for the Series: angst, smut

Pairing: james potter x black!reader, james potter x lupin!reader, sirius black x black!reader, sirius black x lupin!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

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You went to breakfast in the Great Hall when school was back in session after winter break. It was with hesitance. No Auror had escorted you from Malfoy Manor to Hogwarts, letting you use the Floo Network all on your own. You wanted to think that it might have been a good thing. The sting operation had been a failure but that was on your end. You thought they were getting Voldemort over Christmas. They informed you that they were getting him when they felt the time was right now that you gave them an idea of what his daily routine looked like and his favorite disguises.

However, nothing had been said about your trial. No updates, not even an offhand comment. Sirius started to raise his hand and wave to you but thought better of it after seeing the wrinkle between your brows as you scowled at your own shoes.

“Moons, you’re not going to do anything about your sister?”

Remus looked up from his reading for one moment to see you pacing the entirety of their dorm room. You looked up from scowling at your shoes to give him a small smile. Even though you weren’t twins the two of you definitely had weird twin telepathy. You went back to scowling and Remus went back to reading.

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Hi! I loved honeymoon phase could you please please please make a second part?

Hi! I'm so glad you liked Honeymoon Phase ❤︎ I wasn't sure if I was ever going to do part 2 but here we are! Hope you enjoy ❤︎

Second chances

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

1.5k words

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, steps toward forgiveness

You can feel it everywhere you go. Remus’ eyes on you. 

It had happened so quickly. You went from having Remus glued to your side to actively avoiding him. You were right when you ended things: you have nothing to say to him. 

Your friends had mixed reactions to the reasoning behind the breakup. Some said they were glad to have their friend back and that it was good to get out of a relationship where your partner is too controlling. Others said that you were too hasty and should have been more firm in your boundaries. But no matter how they felt about it, they stood by you. They made a habit of purposely standing between you and Remus and helping you disappear from sight when it looked like he was going to attempt to talk to you. 

The biggest issue you have is finding a new place to study. You can’t just pick a new table in the library; Remus would just move to that table. None of your friends liked studying in the library either. You refuse to study in your dorm and the common is always too busy and distracting. So you hole up in whichever empty alcove or window seat that you can find. In a desperate attempt to just be away from people, you even studied in the bell tower once. And then you immediately went back to the alcoves. 

Not that you noticed, but remorse and guilt filled Remus to the brim. Once the full moon passed and he could think like himself again, he could feel the true weight of how he had acted. He hated that he had been that possessive of you. And what made him feel worse? You won’t let him near you, you won’t look at him, you won’t allow him to talk to you. He knows he deserves it, but that doesn’t make dealing with it any easier. 

And all he wants to do is apologize. He wouldn’t mind if you’d give him a second chance, even if it was just a second chance at friendship. But he needs to apologize to you to be able to live with himself. 

As time passes, your friends stop guarding you as diligently. You’ve told them you’re good, that you’re fine. You can handle it if he approaches you, not that you’ll give him the time of day if he does. But you still avoid the library as much as you can since you know he’ll be there and you’re just not ready for that step yet. 

Finding a place to work on homework tonight is being particularly difficult. All your new spots were taken and you’re about to accept defeat and study in your dorm. But there’s one last spot: the Astronomy Tower. You figure there’s no way that the tower is empty when everywhere is full. The Astronomy Tower, when not being used for class, was a nice place to relax and look out over castle grounds. 

To your absolute delight, it’s empty. You sigh a breath of relief and get settled. It’s peaceful. Comfortable. You could sit up here alone for hours. Which is what you end up doing, for longer than you originally intended. 

You don’t recall falling asleep, but you must have. It’s dark out and there’s a gentle hand on your shoulder. You rub the sleep out of your eyes. The glint of a Prefect badge catches your eye and you groan. You had just been trying to study and now you’re surely getting detention or losing house points. 

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be out right now.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut again. You forgot that Remus was a Prefect. And of course, it was just your luck that he’d be the one to find you on the one night you’re accidentally out past curfew. 

“Come on, you should get to bed.” 

Nope. This was real. Not a dream. Great. 

“Didn’t realize I fell asleep…” you mutter as you open your eyes again and begin to gather your things that are still splayed out around you.

He chuckles softly. “History tends to be a great sedative.” 

You don’t say anything for a little bit. You’re more focused on collecting your things so you can disappear into your dorm. You’d rather be anywhere but here right now. Once you have everything, you stand up and dust yourself off. You don’t look at Remus. Like always, you can feel his eyes on you.

“So what’s the damage? Fifteen points? Detention?” you ask quietly.

“You fell asleep doing homework. I’m not taking points for that,” he says. “I just need to walk you back to your common room.” 

You nod and head toward the stairs. You know you should be thanking Remus for going easy on you, but you can feel that it’s going to be an awkward walk. You’re not going to feed the awkwardness. 

Remus, however, does not get that memo. 

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he says once you descend the first flight of stairs. 

“It’s whatever,” you say flatly. “I’ve moved past it, you’ve moved past it. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” 

Remus frowns and hesitantly reaches out for your arm. His fingers brush your bicep but he doesn’t grab you. You freeze at his touch.

“Who said I moved past it?” he whispers. 

“I… I just assumed, sorry. You stopped trying to talk to me at every turn…” 

All Remus wants at this moment is for you to look at him. You are doing everything in your power to look at anything but him. You’ve never found the handrail so interesting. 

“I got the message that you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I don’t.” 

“But I need to apologize. I don’t know what came over me.” A lie, but that wasn’t something he could tell you. At least, not now. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way, like a possession. Something that I didn’t have to share. You were my longest relationship.”

“Take it as a lesson then. You have to be patient with your girlfriends and let them have time with their friends.” You pause and sigh. “That’s all I wanted. A few moments with my friends because I had been giving you all my time. It wasn’t fair that you got to keep yours while mine faded into the background, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” 

Remus hangs his head. He feels the possibility of being friends again slipping through his fingers. Then, for the first time of the night, you look at him. His stance, his posture, is that of a remorseful man. You sigh again, louder this time, and lean against the wall. When Remus looks at you, he has the most pitiful expression on his face. 

“So what do you want?” you ask bluntly.

“Huh?”

“I’m not dumb. You’re letting me off easy for being out past curfew and you’ve given me an apology for something that couldn’t gone unapologized for.”

He runs a hand through his hair nervously. 

“I was… Fuck, Merlin knows I don’t deserve it, but maybe, I was hoping you’d have it in you to give me a second chance?” His words come out slowly and unsure before he starts to ramble. “Like I said, I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m also not over you. I really, really like you and I want a do-over. I won’t mess it up this time, I promise. I’d promise you the world. I swear on anything you want me to that I won’t mess it up. I’ll treat you better. We’ll hang out with your friends. You’ll hang out with your friends without me. Because, fuck, I really like you and I didn’t realize how much until-”

You put your hand over his mouth.

“Just… shut up for a second.” You hold your hand over his mouth for another second until he nods. “You want a second chance?”

He nods again. He wasn’t sure if you wanted him to talk just yet. 

“You’re aware that you’re the reason I was up here in the first place?” He shakes his head. “Can’t risk running into you in the library. And I needed a place to study.”

Remus doesn’t know how to respond so he doesn’t do anything. Then you start walking down the next flight of stairs. 

“Where are you going?” he asks, quickly moving to follow you.

“I’m supposed to be being escorted to my common room, remember?” 

“Okay, but where does that leave us?” 

“Remus, there’s no us. If you want a second chance at that, you’re going to have to give me more time. But I’m going to study in the library. Please don’t sit at whatever table I’m at. I’ll sit at yours when I’m ready. And, I guess, we can go from there. Okay?”

“Okay.” 

The rest of the walk to your common room is quiet. The chance at friendship isn’t gone. There is a chance if Remus continues to give you the space that you need. He needs to allow you time to forgive him. Space and time. Remus can give you that. If it yields the possibility of getting you back, Remus will give you all the space and time you need. He will be patient with you, as he’s promised. 

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