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hey y'all, i've decided i'm not remotely happy with any of my work (i once thought it was good, i just think i can do better) so i'm slowly gonna be taking it down and rewriting or scrapping it... so if you see things disappearing thats why! and so look out for reposts popping up in the next couple of weeks!

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need

summary: "i would go anywhere that you lead," in which the song provides insight into how the pirate!marauders would express their love both platonically and romantically.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble?, headcanons?, slightly canon divergent, pirate!marauders, pirate! and nonpirate!reader, ooc!marauders, gn!reader, x reader.

words: 1.6k+

discography. request.

james potter

in any universe, this man gives his entire soul to anyone he values or holds dear in his life. unquestioningly he devotes himself to his friends, and to his family. the pirate life is not an easy one. and so it's a lot harder for him to give himself so freely, he's aware of the time bomb counting down his departure from anywhere he visits. his ship is his home, not a place on land. which certainly throws a spanner in the works when he so effortlessly becomes close with someone in such a short time while the ship is docked and the crew fulfil whichever quest they might find themselves on.

james potter is easily enthralled with the person he meets, willing to neglect his obligations purely to get a second of their attention. his friends, his crew, mock him for this. yet they know better then to seriously question his motives, or his intentions, knowing that he would be the same with any of them in a second's notice ha they required something of him. his friends admire this quality about him. when it inevitably comes time for him to depart, and continue through the seas, he makes the unbroken promise to return any opportunity he gets; eager to see them again, if only for an afternoon.

if he doesn't find a romantic connection with the land dweller, james would be more willing to share their attention with the rest of the crew, rather than keeping them a quiet thing all for himself. if anything, he's eager to introduce them to his friends, wanting to share them with the rest of the important people in his life. he still makes the promise to return as often as he could. yet the goodbye is less harsh, with lower stakes, and cushioned with that of his friends, his crew, also having to bid them farewell, rather than shouldering the goodbye all on his own.

if james had found himself in the company of a fellow pirate, he becomes mistrusting at first; more so than if he had met someone on land. he's hesitant to be himself. though that curtain quickly drops the moment he becomes comfortable. within the immediate common ground found, he would jump to share strategy when facing the sea, and sharing stories of various encounters they've each had on various voyages.

to fully commit himself to another pirate, he would have to have several encounters with them, letting his guard down more and more each time. which this would ultimately end with him begging asking them to join him and his crew on his own ship, asking them to disregard their obligations to their own ship, regardless of status, to join him on his journeys. he would ignore the skeptical protests of his friends, and invite them anyways. it would take a while for him to wear them down, and for them to give in and join him; but they would eventually join his crew.

if he didn't find romance with them, he would still enjoy the sporadic encounters he'd have with them, happy to see a familiar face

sirius black

contrary to james, sirius is less likely to throw his soul into each of his connections. it took years for him to trust james and remus, and the rest of the crew, particularly after the betrayal of his brother. he's less likely to find his match, romantically, on land. on the ocassion which he had, he wouldn't as easily give himself to someone, it would take days of silent deliberation to even approach someone for something serious. however, he has no issue approaching them for short visits as they stop at various ports. as he felt himself pulled toward someone in particular, their energy more than anything, he would anxiously approach his friends.

pushing through the second guessing teasing remarks, he stands his ground in search for advice. it's unlike sirius to be so unsure of himself, usually carrying himself with a confidence that was unable to be replicated. however, his friends supported him without much pushback, letting him go at his own pace, yet painfully aware of the timer that was on whatever blossoming romance was encroaching. once he gets a taste of romance with whoever he sets his eye on, he's hooked. unable to stop thinking of them, and thinking of things to gain their attention.

if he hadn't been looking for romance, however, he would make quick work of determining their loyalty. his friendships with those on land would more so translate into two-way information services. each exchanging something for information on treasure, or enemies, or his brother. his friendships wouldn't necessarily be as unconditional as he would have outsiders believe. he would still keep them to himself, using the information to his advantage, and not wanting to jeopardise that with his friends' extroversion. he would also take any opportunity to keep tabs on regulus.

in the more likely scenario sirius had found himself enamoured with another pirate, he would be more confident in his approach. he had a better grasp in approaching someone, because of the innate common ground, he had an idea of how to grasp the situation. that doesn't mean he's more sure of himself. but he's got a better idea of how to handle it. no one would have even an inkling of a clue that he felt romantically for another pirate, on an ally ship. it would take several stops at the same places, or crossing the same seas, or finding themselves searching for the same treasure for any moves to be made, let alone his friends being privy to the information. he would be unsure of the distance at first, the uncertainty of connection, but the idea is more comforting than that of merging their crews.

similarly to lack of spark with someone on land, sirius would utilise the friendship to gain insight. he would talk strategy in the sea, as well as the goings on within the pirate world. he wouldn't hesitate to return the favour either, informing his allies and friends in the field with things of value to them. he would urge them based on their path of travel, the best course of action to make, and would be a fiercely loyal person in their corner.

remus lupin

to those who don't know remus, you wouldn't know if he fancied someone, or how he felt for anyone who wasn't in his crew. his crew was like family, and everyone else was foe. that's what he's perceived as by an outsider. but he's as steadfast as james in his affections, to those it's directed at. he doesn't hesitate to show his care to someone he wants to built a connection with. he puts his all into his friends and family, which is why it's strange to his friends when he starts to become avoidant, favouring the attention of someone who lived on land, rather than them.

eyebrows raised as the boy quietly devoted himself to someone who seemed to live almost a contrasting life to him. his motives were certainly questioned by those around him, yet were met with harsh words and defences of the person he had fallen for. at his outburst, his friends seem to back down, understanding how serious he had taken this connection. when the unavoidable goodbye approaches, it takes everything in remus not to stay, to abandon ship literally to stay with them. he never expected himself to be able to even consider building a life with someone, in his line of work, let alone being prepared to leave behind everything he'd ever known to do so.

on the contrary, if he were to meet someone, platonically, he would still devote his time to them. however, he would be less overt about it, he would keep his head on straight, and put them second to his current obligations to his friends and to his crew. his friends would question it less, with remus somehow being one of the more well verse and charismatic members of the ship, he would become enthralled with the culture and the nuance of whichever locations they visited, savouring the connection with someone who lives there.

however, if remus met someone at sea, it would take them leaving for him to realise the depth of his feelings. never being one to analyse his own emotions, not their impact on him until the last possible moment. immediately filled with regret for not acting on how he felt, he spent the time between encounters thinking of them, thinking of how to win them over, or ideally, win them back. he didn't think he would ever care for someone so deeply, let alone care so deeply for someone in the same line of work as him. it's quite confronting as he tries to navigate it, yet he refuses to confess this to his friends. instead, he surprises them one day, with the information of a significant other in his life, yet doesn't elaborate much. it doesn't take much for his friends to put together, though, as an encounter with an allied ship is filled with lingering touches and longing glances.

trust did not come easy to remus lupin; so when he meets them on another ship, with another crew, it's confusing for him when he's suddenly so drawn to them, so eager to let his guard down for them. its uncharacteristic of him to be so open. this is the first sign to everyone that something is amiss. no one outwardly questions it, but the queries hang in the air. his dynamic with them is so under wraps that no one's sure where they stand. but remus enjoys having a friendly face about as he sees them in passing, having a break from the chaos of his own crew.

this is mostly waffle, and most of the takes are the same for all of them i think.. whoops

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christmas tree farm

summary: "watching the fire glow, and telling me, i love you," in which the song provides insight into how the marauders experience and celebrate christmas with their partner.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble?, headcanons?, slightly canon divergent, ooc!marauders, gn!reader, x reader.

words: 1.0k+

discography. request.

james potter.

this boy's experience with christmas has always been magical. his parents had always made sure the day was special for him, particularly as he's an only child, and it's something he's made sure to carry with him throughout his life. he ensures everyone around him has an equally magical christmas as him. he loves to host his friends at christmas, being the time where he can ensure everyone stays together, and he can celebrate the day with the people who mean the most to him.

he does christmas to the nines. his house is always that one on the street which goes excessively all out. despite whatever area he may live in or how lowkey he is trying to be amidst war. he will never not decorate his house, both internally and externally. he loves the thrill of the adoration from people stopping to watch the animated displays in his front lawn, appreciating the hard work he put into it.

for james, christmas starts on november first. and he'll hear no argument toward it. november first is when he puts his christmas tree up, and best believe he has multiple scattered throughout his house, tinsel hung around every lampshade. and so, his partner is naturally included in these traditions he has. if he isn't spending christmas and the christmas period with his family, then its with his partner and his friends. even though he considers his friends his family so everyone crams into the spacious potter estate.

he'll encourage his partner to participate in kris kringle, and shower them with festivities. he loves to be surrounded by the people he loves, and his partner is one of them. he makes sure to start his own traditions with his partner, lifelong traditions which he'll make sure to pass on to any family they have with one another.

james potter loves christmas. and he makes sure to pass that love on to everyone surrounding him.

sirius black.

for sirius, christmas is the one time a year he's guaranteed to find joy. even when he lived with his parents. his parents, though frowning upon muggle festivities, always made sure to celebrate christmas. he could never quite understand why, but he wasn't ever going to question it. it was the one time of year, the one day of the year, his family, including his extended family, tolerated one another. he always found it strange how his family abandoned their arguments and hatred of one another to celebrate some muggle holiday.

christmas always confused sirius. he didn't understand the grandeur of it all. even at his time at hogwarts he never truly understood why poeple loved the holiday so much. but he always found peace in the joy he could allow himself to feel. although hesitant at the temporary joy that was bound to come of the month of december, sirius always found himself willing to participate in the silliest traditions and help his friends pull off the most elaborate pranks, terrorising the whole school.

when sirius gets a partner, he's sure to make a more active effort in throwing himself into christmas. he wants to make sure they can experience the same joy from it that he does, even if like him its isolated. he always goes full out with his partner, sure to decorate his house, or his dorm with the festivities, making a day of any decorating they do.

sirius learns to adore christmas, both from his childhood and from his partner. and he ensures that the joy he learnt to feel from christmas is passed on to everyone around him. he wants to make sure that his partner can experience the joy which december brings him.

remus lupin.

christmas has always seemed special and magical to remus. it seemed like a luxury to experience. he never truly got to experience what christmas meant; the christmas spirit, the decorations, the music. none of it. so upon his arrival to hogwarts, he didn't understand how everyone around him had had the opportunity to experience christmas as often as they had, nor how regular it had seemed to them. remus had probably experienced the true depths of christmas once or twice before going to hogwarts. in fact, because of this, he was more than happy to stay back at the school over the christmas break.

it was like he was perpetually in awe of the holiday. even into his adulthood he carried a love for christmas, albeit reserved. but his love for it was there nonetheless. he loved his friends too, which is why he put up with james' enthusiasm around this time of year, his insistence to decorate every spare space festively. even though secretly he adored the holiday in its entirety, he would never admit that.

the first time remus experiences christmas with his partner is strange. he's become accustomed to spending that period of time with his friends, but never with someone in a romantic sense. it opens his eyes to the nuance of each of the little muggle traditions. however, unlike any other time of the year, any other holiday, he's always filled with an immense sense of dread. because of the time of year, his transformation happens either right before or right after christmas. yet with his partner, christmas is a welcome distraction.

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santa baby; james potter

summary: "santa honey, one little thing i really need," in which both staying back at school over the christmas period forces them to realise that they feel more than content with one another's company.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, attempted semi-enemies to almost lovers, implied pre-existing relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 1.0k+

the holiday collection. request.

originally, the entire group had decided to stay back over christmas together. rather than travelling to the potter estate to be hosted. this christmas was meant to fall over a full moon, and they had collectively decided to stay so that remus could receive all he needed over that period. and truly no one minded. until, marlene had mentioned her parents had offered to take her, lily, and dorcas to somewhere in europe to visit distant relatives. it was strange the invite wasn't extended to y/n, who had figured it was a matter of space at the relative's house.

sirius had unexpectedly been told he needed to go back to his parents house, alongside his brother. this had initially shocked the group, especially when sirius had brushed it off with so little as a roll of his eyes and began to pack. peter followed suit, claiming it was best he spend the holiday with his family, particularly if the others had already decided to leave too. there wasn't much protest to that, his reasoning stood. james and y/n would be there to look after remus after his transformation, and without the entire group it'd seem crowding if there were more than a couple people to look after him.

and so, the day when the hogwarts express left hogsmeade station had come. james, y/n and remus had come with their friends down to the platform to see them off. the goodbyes were quick, as it would only be a couple of weeks until they would be reunited.

the trio made their way back up to the castle with hagrid, who had walked the first years to the platform, before all making their way to the great hall ready for dinner to be served. banter flowed between the three as they walked, filling the space of the absence of their friends. except for y/n and james. they chose to speak through remus, or hagrid when he still walked with the group. they never spoke directly to one another, and if they did it was with a certain bite to both of their tones. internally, remus rolled his eyes at their petulance. it was immature, yet not unusual of them. 

y/n and james had never really seen eye to eye. she was sympathetic to lily, who merely wanted to defend snape against james' relentlessness, and he disliked that she agreed with her. however, a permanent stake was driven between them in third year when james had called y/n a 'supremacist sympathiser' in the midst of an argument between them over the slytherin boy. she never understood his dislike toward snape; no one truly enjoyed his company, but that didn't warrant bullying him. to y/n, james' behaviour was unacceptable, and him brushing it off as mere house rivalry in recent years had left her dislike of him nearly indisputable.

as the day of remus' transformation approached, he'd spent less time with y/n and james. this meant that the two spent more and more time around one another, which had meant more arguments between them. they had both been catching up on reading for different classes when the girl suddenly spoke.

"hey" james looked up from his book expectantly, "did you know that we're learning about the creatures in the black lake next term?" she asked innocently, pointing mindlessly at the paragraph she'd just read.

"well, duh. obviously" he voice was sharp, tone biting.

"that was unnecessary," she stated, mirroring his tone. "i didn't do anything!" the bespectacled boy closed his book with a thump and gestured wildly, like a child.

"your tone was unnecessary," she scolded him, "i literally asked you a question and you spoke at me as if i'd spat at you," she scowled at him, her voice raising slightly.

"whatever," he huffed, reopening his book and trying to find his page once more.

the tone they both take into conversation with one another wasn't uncommon, in fact it was expected. even for people they didn't know, across the whole school.

throughout the next few days, they'd managed to go longer and longer without arguing unnecessarily with one another. going as far as to spend a day wrapping presents together, ready to set them off with their owls to their friends. they'd even managed to share the scissors. a mundane gesture, but huge when it came to the two of them. there wasn't even an argument over it. more small gestures between them had popped up, in quiet moments only few bore witness to.

but, notoriously they didn't like one another, so it wasn't long until they'd had another blow up argument. no one could even suggest a cause for it, let alone what it had progressed into. which is why it was strange that night when they'd both gone down to the great hall for dinner, they could be found exchanging a civilised conversation. they were calmly debating the affects of stirring a potion in the opposite direction to the recipe.

they'd gotten stares from some of the other students at the table, who were irked by their affability to one another. seeing them get on was uncanny. even if they were still technically arguing.

the flow of their debate was disrupted when james suddenly said, "you know, you're not so bad when you're not arguing," a smile from ear to ear followed his sudden statement.

"and you're not so bad when you're not picking on someone relentlessly," she quipped back almost immediately.

instead of rebutting, he just smiled to himself, huffing a small laugh and thanking her sarcastically. they each thought that perhaps the other wasn't so bad after all.

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christmases when you were mine; remus lupin

summary: "everything i want is miles away, in a snow covered little town," in which he longs for the magic he cant' have outside of hogwarts, when sneaking into an event held in hogsmeade.

tags: (SFW), drabble, angst? not a romancey fic. this strayed further from what i had planned for it.

words: 750+

the holiday collection. request.

most of the students had gone home from hogwarts over the christmas period. they were to return at the end of the following week, however, with the students that had left the school, it seemed as though the magic had too. the mundane things remained, yet the perpetual whizzing and buzzing throughout the corridors of the older students practicing spells for their classes.

he longed for the chaos that had surrounded him all term. his friends had left to go back to their families as they celebrated the holidays. looking longingly out of his dormitory window, he spotted the lively wizarding town neighbouring the boarding school. smiling to himself, he watched fireworks charmed to dance in the sky, rocket into the darkness above them. the people of the town played music and danced, excitement radiating between the aged stone buildings in celebration of the pagan holiday.

this routine repeated for several days, remus dragging his feet to gryffindor tower shrouded in silence, before spending hours and hours into the night watching over the little town in their traditions as christmas fast approach.

until it was christmas eve. the boy had decided he'd had enough of merely watching the joy of hogsmeade. using james' cloak of invisibility, which he had thoughtfully left behind for instances like this, remus had made his way to the passage underneath the statue, walking through the tunnel into honeydukes cellar. pushing the trapdoor upwards, he crawled through the space, immediately hit with the familiar sugary smell. smiling at the thought of the last time he had come here, with his friends, he swiftly placed the trapdoor back in its original space and climbed the creaky wooden stairs.

undetected, remus had made his way out of honeydukes. he had found himself in the middle of the village, surrounded by the townsfolk as they danced and feasted with one another. it was unprecedented to anything he'd ever experienced before. he watched the scene in front of him, enthralled as snow began to patter down onto the cobbled streets. eagerly, his eyes darted through the streets, spotting someone who must've been around his own age. he smiled at them, lifting his hand to wave subtly but shocked as the person whipped around to hide behind a corner.

thinking nothing of it, he approached a stand and grabbed a churro. at the sound of a loud bang he turned around, stunned as more fireworks filled the sky. he watched the display, entranced by the scenes which would briefly dance in the sky. he caught a glimpse of the person he had seen earlier, just before they had moved swiftly out of sight once more.

his brow furrowed. yet he was still intrigued by who the person was. he was sure that they mustn't go to hogawarts because no one he knew at the school lived in the neighbouring town. questions filled his head as he was distracted by the christmassy displays. through the festivities, the night had begun to speed by. remus was captivated by everything going on around him, caught up in the celebration the school had lacked since the majority of it's students had departed on the train back to london. throughout the night he had seen the person his age hovering over the outskirts of the celebrations, but quickly made themself invisible whenever he had spotted them. he wondered if they were doing a similar thing to him, eager to be surrounded by magic once more.

a bell tower in a nearby building suddenly chimed, signalling the late hour, drawing his attention away from the cup of hot chocolate he'd been drinking from and his watch over the town. his stomach sank as he realised what the time had meant. it was time for him to make his way back to the castle. his shoulders deflated as he pulled james' cloak over himself and made his way back to honeydukes. he followed the same path he had taken to get to the town, as he made his way back up to hogwarts. his steps felt heavier and heavier the further and further he got from the magic he'd experienced.

the boy had reached his dormitory, sitting on his bed and looking out the window as he watched the celebrations proceed further into the depths of the night.

from the artist: this is so bad but my brain is not on today.

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last christmas; remus lupin

summary: "i wrapped it up, with a note saying 'i love you' i meant it," in which after years and years of friendship, he's nervous to confess his feelings.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, implied pre-existed relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 850+

the holiday collection. request.

snow surrounded the potter's estate, the jukebox charmed to hum merry melodies as christmas decor was wrapped throughout the entire house. james had invited his friends around to his parent's house for christmas, a tradition started in the early years of their time at hogwarts, and had continued through to their adulthood. it was something that in spite of whatever loomed on the other side of the door had kept the group together.

sirius and james had been running around the house, boxes of decorations in hand as they put hung ornaments throughout the house. the sweet smell of eggnog and gingerbread lingered between the rooms as james' parents had busied themselves with cooking festive treats in the kitchen whilst remus and y/n decorated the main tree in the living room.

boxes were strewn around the room, various red, green, and gold spilling from them. she danced and swayed to the beat of the music, hanging ornaments methodically throughout the faux pine needles. digging through a box in the corner, remus glanced up for a moment, watching the way y/n found joy in the tradition, eager to make the potter estate feel cosy at christmas. a small smile had found it's way onto his face, the same way it had in first year when she made sure that she was included in the maraudic group's antics. she glanced over at him as if to show pride in her progress with the tree, reciprocating the smile already on his face.

"have you seen the garland with the little holly's on it?" he suddenly asked her, standing up fully.

"uh.." she hummed in thought, "have you tried to box over there?" she said after a while, pointing to a box closer to the fireplace. she herself moved over to it, crouching to sift through the contents of it. remus shook his head, before moving to a different box to look for the remaining garland for the entryway.

"aha" the girl exclaimed joyously after a while, excitedly pulling the holly garland out of the box she had been searching and showing it to remus. she walked over to him, handing it to the boy with a small "there you go"

"why thank you" he mused, moving away to string it up and complete the display as y/n put the star at very top of the tree. just as she did so, james and sirius had made their way down the stairs, laughing amongst them and carrying empty boxes as a receipt of their work.

as the night went on, euphemia and fleamont had finished their preparations for christmas day. the fire crackled as it was stoked, the potter's and their guests having fun into the night, perked up on the anticipation of the day to follow. eventually, the owls began to coo and the trees began to rustle, signalling that it was time for everyone to take themselves upstairs to get ready and into bed.

the six of them climbed the stairs, and manoeuvred through the corridor before forking off into different corridors or rooms until it was just remus and y/n left. a blanket of silence was wrapped around them as the moved through the house, until remus' door was in sight. he paused in front of it, hand hovering over the brass handle as he fought an internal battle. however, he soon moved rather quickly, muttering a quick 'wait here' before disappearing behind the door he had just been hesitating in front of.

after a beat, he reappeared from the void of darkness in his room, a colourfully wrapped box in his hand. "here you go," he rushed, holding the box out to y/n, "merry christmas," he smiled at her.

"oh, remus," she said quietly, "thank you," she moved to detach the card on top of the box, only to frantically told to open it once she gets to her room. with a nod and an awkward farewell, she turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way down the corridor to her bedroom.

pushing the door softly shut behind her, she leant against it, fingers making delicate work of opening the box. she revealed a necklace, with a singular pendant of a wolf on it. smiling, she clasped it on herself, bringing her hand to it as she read the card that had been attached. a smile was etched on her face as she realised he had written her a letter, in his signature scrawny writing, as he detailed the depth of his feelings for her.

determination in her step, she marched back down the corridor, softly knocking on remus' door. it swung open in front of her, and she wasted no time wrapping her arms around his shoulders. confused, yet relieved, he wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing in relief as the charmed jukebox hummed faintly in the background, the clock ticking over to midnight.

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the holiday collection

now playing; the holiday collection... — in which flusteredmoonn the antics of the marauders around the holidays, in different scenarios. thirteen days of christmas.

"...sweet dreams of holly and ribbon..."

last christmas, r.l. "i wrapped it up, with a note saying 'i love you' i meant it," in which after years and years of friendship, he's nervous to confess his feelings.

christmases when you were mine, r.l. "everything i want is miles away, in a snow covered little town," in which he longs for the magic he cant' have outside of hogwarts, when sneaking into an event held in hogsmeade.

santa baby, j.p. "santa honey, one little thing i really need," in which both staying back at school over the christmas period forces them to realise that they feel more than content with one another's company.

silent night, r.l. "all is calm, all is bright," in which against all odds they're able to spend the festive season together, in spite of all else being against them.

christmas must be something more, s.b. "what if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing," in which he can't understand why christmas means so much to her, why it is such a magical time of the year.

white christmas, s.b. "to hear sleigh bells in the snow," in which the two of them explore the town together over the christmas period, drinking in the muggle traditions.

christmas tree farm – old timey version, marauders. "in my heart is a christmas tree farm, there's a light in the barn," in which the marauders spend their first christmas together after school finishes, relishing in one another's company.

a nonsense christmas, r.b. "here's a lil carol i wrote, it's about you and me," in which he speaks to her in poetry, and lives to see her smile, conveying as much as they spend christmas with one another.

buy me presents, r.l. "better treat me like a star," in which through the holidays, she's assured that his treatment toward her is pure, as though she hung the stars.

cindy lou who, j.p. "the snow's gonna fall, and the tree's gonna glisten," in which they experience their first christmas together, not understanding the extent they both enjoy the holiday, both haunted by ghosts.

santa doesn't know you like i do, s.b. "i've been there through the good and bad, know how to make you laugh," in which they end on bad terms, not having seen each other since breaking up, yet are forced to put on a happy and civilised front as they celebrate christmas in their joint friend group.

is it new years yet?, s.b. "small talk in the kitchen, dated dumb traditions," in which she's invited to spend the holidays with his family, under the condition of the repression of his family.

merry christmas, please don't call, marauders. "and the toughest part is that we both know what happened to you," in which they go their separate ways, unable to fathom seeing each other again after the end of the first war.

"...mistakes are forgiven..."

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carolina

summary: "carolina stains on the dress she left," in which the song provides insight into how the marauders experience and celebrate halloween with their partner.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble?, headcanons?, slightly canon divergent, ooc!marauders, gn!reader, x reader.

words: 1.0k+

discography. request.

james potter

james potter loves halloween. aside from christmas, it's probably his favourite time of the year. there's nothing this boy loves more than celebrating halloween, particularly as its the point which muggle tradition and wizard tradition converge. muggle magick practices and the celebration of the supernatural combine with the reality in the wizarding world.

whole heartedly i believe that james would go full out with the halloween antics. dressing up, no question. he has a bowl of sweets already waiting by the door for eager trick or treaters. best believe he tries to guess each child's costume, revelling when he guesses correctly. he always calls his partner down when he hears the telling knock on the door to show off their coordinated costume to the kids, and probably more so to the appreciation of the parents accompanying their children out and about.

james would dress up with his partner as something like batman and robin, or danny and sandy, or coraline and wybie, or mr and mrs incredible. he loves to throw himself at halloween, and fully will commit to any character he dresses up as. he would let his partner style him entirely, buzzing with anticipation because of the joy he finds in this holiday.

if his partner didn't particularly fancy the whole event which was halloween, i think he would tone it down slightly, but also try to get them in on the halloween spirit. if they weren't budging he wouldn't take it to heart, just enthuse enough halloween celebration for the both of them. (though i don't truly think he would be with someeone who wouldn't match his freak)

the end of october is his favourite time of year because it connects both him and his partner and himself to his community. particularly upon moving to godric's hollow, where muggles are unknowingly intertwined within the wizarding world. other than christmas it is the time which james thrives the most, injecting the spooky spirit into everyone he encounters.

sirius black

sirius has a tricky relationship with halloween. he doesn't feel particularly strongly about the tradition – primarily because his family never really cared for it, and more than anything frowned upon it because of its non-magical origins. he doesn't understand it. as he begins his time at hogwarts his entire world is flipped when october inevitably arrives. the school is donned in festive decor; singing jack o' lanterns lining each of the halls and bats migrating to live closer to the activity of the students, sleeping among shadowed corners of the halls.

during christmas break when he returns to grimmauld place, his parents express their distain for both christmas and halloween traditions. they down talk their experience with halloween at hogwarts, and how it must've dampened their experience when they were at school. that was the first time he was unsure of how right about everything his parents were. that was the first time he doubted his parents.

so naturally, when he gets a partner who adores halloween, its a massive culture shock. even if his partner just wants to have a bowl of sweets to hand out to the children of the neighbourhood who come knocking. after a while, he begins to get more into it. he could probably be convinced to dress up, but it would take a while to convince him to do anything that remotely matches. however, if his partner adored halloween, he would put up with it – be way more into it then he'd ever admit – for them.

remus lupin

remus never experienced halloween in his childhood. he never truly understood what it even was. that was until he got to hogwarts and it was thrust upon him in his third month at the school. immediately he fell in love with the holiday. he loved the fact that it celebrated otherness, and that he got to watch the muggle world around him celebrate lycanthropy. even more so because they were so unaware of the dangers and nuance of it surrounding them, so far from the fiction they knew.

he got one day a year where he fit in with his peers, who all dressed up, despite being the faces of the muggle holiday. this is until a full moon falls on the thirty-first of october. he then resents the day and the agonies it reminds him of for the years to come, yet the discovery of his condition by his friends leads him to have a new appreciation for the day, and the beauty he had initially found in it at eleven.

him having a partner equally as enthusiastic of the holiday is a must. he wouldn't necessarily be prone to dressing up, but would adore the holiday and appreciate it more so away from the capitalistic origins. however, i believe he wouldn't give them too much grievance if they disliked the holiday for whatever reason, as long as it wasn't to the degree of loathing it. i think he balances precariously between loving and hating halloween, and can be easily swayed based on where he is at in his life, rather than holding a more fixed opinion of the spooky season.

from the artist: i meant to post this on halloween but i had grad and exams and life got away from me the last month and a bit. sorry

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but daddy, i love him; james potter

summary: "there's a lot of people in town that i bestow upon my fakest smile," in which people question her choice to go out with one of the most popular boys from gryffindor house, but they aren't privy to the private moments between them.

tags: (SFW), fluff/angst, drabble??, fast paced, probably ooc!james, gryffindor!reader, impliedplayer!james, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 0.7k+

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late night rendezvouz, and fleeting affections had led her to this very moment. their exclusivity had been ridiculed and rumoured for months, her reputation destroyed at the prospect of her entertaining such a notorious boy. practically the heads of their entire year had turned around at the whispers of the pair walking through the corridor together, hands intertwined.

she swiped her bottom lip through her teeth out of nerves, before awkwardly smiling at people she vaguely knew from one of her classes. the weight of the silent scrutiny was suffocating. she wanted to pull her hand away, but james only gripped her palm tighter, squeezing her fingers, as though he could sense her apprehension. both of them knew of the whispers others had attempted to conceal from them, yet a bubble of pin drop silence had seemed to cover them whilst muffled murmurs buzzed through the hall.

the couple's proximity had shocked everyone who had seen them together. it was a more than unlikely pairing. he was the school's star quidditch player, and had moved on his from tyranny on the red haired girl in their year. he had girls constantly coming and going from the gryffindor tower, at all hours of the day.

y/n, on the other hand, had a reputation for keeping to herself. she never strayed too far from the path of what was expected from her as a student. and her social life mirrored that. she kept a tight knit group of friends, and never truly extended herself beyond that.

so for her to suddenly waltz around the school hand in hand with james potter was nothing short of a shock to those around them. everyone's first thought had immediately fallen to be that he must be using her, for some sort of twisted ulterior motive. the pairing was so unlikely, that no one outside of those who had truly known them suspected that something was afoot.

but to those who had been privy to their relationship; they had seen a different narrative. no one could truly testify to the details of their relationship, other than the couple. yet, anyone who knew them could see the overt chivalry practically radiating off of him whenever she was in his presence. he had become an entirely different boy to the one the rest of their year had known; a boy who stalked after someone who he had decided he was destined to be with. no. with her it was different.

as they couple continued to move together through the space, he gently removed his hand from hers. though not before pulling her close to him, and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, shielding her from the harsh eyes of their peers. the move, although subtle, did not go unnoticed to onlookers.

however, the pairing still felt unlikely to the students of hogwarts. many doubted the viability between the two. she was too good for him, he was going to ruin her with his notorious reputation alone. observations had led many to assume that this was to be a short lived escapade, following a similar patter that the boy had taken with girls in the past. yet they all couldn't be more wrong.

as weeks passed, so did public doubt. it was less of an oddity to see the two together as time went on. their hands were more often than not occupied with the others, or the other's jacket, or their pinkies interlinked. their moments of private affections quickly were shared to the public. their contact with one another, so openly. it was so unlike anything their cohort had seen from either of the two.

the more time went on, the more confident everyone had become in their relationship. in james' intentions with the girl. and so, the couple had proved everyone wrong.

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so long, london; sirius black

summary: "i left all i knew, you left me at the house by the heath" in which sirius and a girl from beauxbatons academy fall for one another in a romance with a timer on it.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, angst, fast-paced relationship, implied and brief moments of past sex, lots of time skips, brief flashback, beauxbattons!reader, impliedfrench!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

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it was the event of the year. hogwarts was hosting beauxbattons academy for yule, preparing the pagan celebrations as winter solstice crept up to the wizarding world. dumbledore gave some grand speech to the students of the school, before welcoming the girls from beauxbattons academy.

the last oaken doors at the start of the hall were pushed open as a flurry of blue entered the room. behind the group of visiting students marched a magical band, singing an entrancing tune whilst the girls of beauxbattons danced through the hall methodically. their blue coats swayed in time with the music, and their bell-shaped hats covering their eyes mysteriously. everyone in the room was entranced by their movements, watching as they welcomed themselves to the school.

eventually the group of a hundred or so students had made their way to the front of the hall, before being ushered to sit at the front of the four house tables. the headmaster proceeded to both welcome the guests and explain the importances of yule to the school, before imploring everyone to enjoying the warm feast, which appeared in front of them with a pop!

chatter erupted throughout the room, everyone eagerly trying to befriend the foreign students. one of the students from the academy had walked down the red and gold table, trying to find like-aged students.

"hello," a thick accent broke the conversation of the maraudic group and their friends, "may i take a seat," she asked plainly, looking directly at the boy with long black hair, curious at his familiarity.

looking to his friends, he hesitantly responded, "..sure," with a tight lipped smile before moving over to make space for the beauxbattons girl. she quickly thanked him before filling her plate, which had appeared with another crack, ignoring the pulling at her stomach as she stopped herself from asking about the boy.

"how was, the journey over?" a bespectacled boy spoke up across the table from her, continuing to shovel food into his mouth as he looked at her expectantly for an answer.

"it was good, the horses only had to stop once," she smiled kindly at him, smoothing down her skirt. "do you, uh, enjoy this school?" she prompted, trying to continue a conversation with the rest of the group, her accent causing the group to pause as they took a moment to understand her.

some of the girls positively piped up, exclaiming how much they loved coming here. whilst the boys were quieter, sharing a look as though silently communicating, sirius flashing the girl a look, before also answering;

"i mean, james here," the boy who had invited her to sit pointed to the bespectacled boy, "is too busy chasing after lily there," he pointed to a red haired girl who had spoken kindly to her before, leaning down slightly as to align himself with her eye line, "to enjoy his time here," he laughed. she laughed too, realising she hadn't asked their names before. and so, the group had gotten to know her as she got to know them as the moon rose further in the sky.

prior to being dismissed to bed, dumbledore summoned the attention of the entire hall with him tapping his wand on a chalice, "now, before you all retire for the night; remember, we welcome the guests of beauxbattons to our school, for as long as they're here this shall be their home. make them feel welcome". it wasn't a welcoming suggestion but a demand of his students.

and so, the boy stood from the table with a feeling of dread lingering in his stomach. his concern for the next two weeks already pulling at him from the inside out.

the following day, classes commenced once more, with the immersion of the girls from the academy into the already existing classes, rather than the inception of new ones. sirius had seen her, the girl from the evening before, sat in front of him in his transfiguration class. and the feeling in the pit of his stomach pulled at him once more, urging him to act.

smiling to himself, he scrawled a note swiftly, before levitating it subtly onto her desk. hey, didn't know you were in this class.

the girl whipped around quickly, to see who had left the note. a small smile graced her lips upon seeing it was him. she turned back around and quickly wrote a reply before passing the piece of parchment back to him. i wasn't sure until this morning. your house elves had left our schedules next to our beds.

her explanation made it back to him in broken english and messy writing as she tried to translate between the two languages. he chuckled at him, observing several grammatical errors, before writing another note. much of the class was spent this way, passing notes back and forth, with sirius dodging the scrutinising looks from peter, who sat next to him. he knew the boy was confused over the situation, and despite his skittishness, he would bring it up given the opportunity to the rest of the group.

sirius shot a powerful look to peter, who shrunk slightly under the scrutiny of his friend's gaze. he caught the eye of james in doing this, who looked confused by his friends sudden distraction, opposing his scholarly nature.

the next class, and then the class after that had come around, and the long haired boy knew he wouldn't be able to avoid the interrogation of his friends for long. she wasn't in his last class before the lunch break, which he figured would give him some reprieve from the watchful glares of his friends. how wrong he had been. instead, they had resulted to making pointed comments about the entire visit from the sister school;

"hey, pads, how about those beauxbattons girls yeah? nothin' like we have round here," he smirked, though his demeanour slightly faltering when the girls from the very school he had been referencing scoffing at the remark, before very clearly badmouthing him in french.

"dunno, haven't really had the opportunity to speak with them... and any chance i had, you very clearly just ruined for all of us," he rolled his eyes, stirring the cauldron in front of him.

"you seemed pretty preoccupied all day?" remus piped up inquisitively, quirking an eyebrow.

oh, "oh," was all the boy said, waves of memories crashing over him, such a force impending which had left the boy breathless. "she, uhm," he paused, trying to break the ice.

saved by the bell in the clock tower, sirius eagerly packs up his things and throws his satchel over his shoulder, trying to avoid the trail of his friends following behind him. "last i checked, that wasn't an explanation," james swung his arm around the boy as they both fell into step.

for fucks sake, sirius sighed under his breath. "we met over the summer holidays," he gave his friend a tight smile, clearly reluctant to give up the information. "it was... complicated, to say the least".

the fleeting moments over the last six weeks had hit the boy like a train.

she had been staying over at her great aunt's house, holidaying before the brief stay at hogwarts for yule. she had been walking diagon alley, when they had first met. she was curiously venturing into floris and blotts. he had needed to go in to get his texts for the next year at school.

immediately, he was enraptured with her. she had an allure he couldn't describe – which had given him the confidence to approach her. equally as taken by him, they had spent nearly every waking moment of the rest of the break with one another.

every moment they had to spare, they had spent exploring muggle london. finding pockets of silence amidst the loud bustling streets of the city. it was the most content the boy had felt in a long time, and the perfect escape from grimmauld place.

fleeting moments were shared when they got to be alone. truly alone. with breathy kisses filling the space, using one another as a distraction from what loomed outside their cozy bubble.

and yet, all good things must come to an end. so on the last day of the summer holidays, they counted down the reluctant seconds until they had to leave one another. the day spent with hushed whispers and unkept promises, choosing to stay inside with one another rather than navigating the muggle world.

sirius seemed almost dazed as he recalled the rendezvous to his friends, reluctantly relinquishing the information as he pushed the food around his plate. his eyes rolled at the teasing which ensued, ignoring the claps on his back in praise for his escapades. mysteriously, he manages to change the subject of the conversation, his eyes darting around the great hall as though he's looking for someone. looking for her.

after he finishes his lunch, he looks to the front of the hall the gauge how much time he has before he needs to be at his next class, before dismissing himself from the table. without much elaboration, he walks away from his friends, who look at him confusedly.

he was a man on a mission. and so, he stalked around the school looking for the girl from france. and thankfully, it wasn't long before he found her, laughing with her friends.

"y/n" he called quietly, drawing her attention from the laughter amongst her friends.

"sirius?" she whipped her head around, being met with the face of the long haired boy she had just spent the last six weeks attached at the hip to.

"can we talk?"

thus perpetuated the tone of the next two weeks. quickly, the feelings which had surfaced during their time away from school had been dug up from the shallow graves they were buried in on the first of september.

joined at the hip once more, the boy practically had abandoned his friends in favour for the foreign girl's attention. at any opportunity, they were in the other's company, drinking up one another, knowing the fated departure was looming over them. time counted down and very swiftly, two weeks had become two days.

grief clawed at them from the inside out. a melancholic atmosphere swimming through their veins, searching, begging, for more time together. like any couple their age, they decided that the best way to plead to merlin for more time was to intertwine themselves together, justifying that if they were so interlinked that it would be impossible to pull them from each other. to both the students of hogwarts and the students of beauxbattons, they had become one and the same, never seen without the other. many had mistaken this change for the petulant group of gryffindors to have fallen out, but the reasoning had been much more innocent.

sirius was in love.

he loved her. and he wasn't ready to say goodbye. again. he clung to these moments he knew he would look back on as though they had been fleeting. and that moment was approaching quicker than he had hoped. desperately both teens clutched to the remaining moments they had together, before the departing feast.

for once, silence blanketed the pair. they finally sat with sirius' friends as dumbledore gave a superfluous speech over what a joyous opportunity this had been for the school. the timer ticked silently between them, knowing that he wouldn't even be able to see her of off in the carriage.

so, he embraced her tightly, under the stone threshold between the courtyard, and inside the school. as if they had a foot in both worlds. she pulled away, being called on by the chaperoning teacher to maker her way to the carriage. in the back of their heads the timer ticked down, their time was running out. they held one another's forearms unspeaking. neither knew the appropriate thing to say, as the chaperone called out once more.

the timer had hit zero. and she had pulled away from him, whispering a solemn goodbye, walking over to the champagne coloured horses and stepping into the transport. sirius was at a loss for words, as the sand in the time glass had stopped falling, his gaze never leaving the carriage as it had begun to depart. a deafening silence blaring through his ears.

this took me like three days to write huh?? i dont like the ending, but oh well.

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down bad; remus lupin

summary: "everything comes out, teenage petulance," in which remus doesn't realise how caught up he is in searching for a cure.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, mentions of remus being a werewolf, discussions of gore and injuries, unspecified house, implied pre-existed relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 1.5k+

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the shrieking shack wailed painfully, howling at the glistening sky. the residence of hogsmeade village had grown used to the inception of the regular screeching, rarely sharing worried glances as they passed one another on the cobbled streets anymore. the students of the neighbouring wizarding school slept soundly, barely roused by the distant disruptions.

it wasn't much longer until the suns wake, aggressive abrasions persisting against wood on the inside of the rickety house. the wolf inside the old building heaved as it scratched itself, rolling on the ground in search for some form of relief inside the small space. its claws bit into its own skin, spilling crimson on the wooden panelling as it yearned to hunt in the forrest just outside the constraints of the torturous walls.

the moon reflected through the broken windows, casting an eerie shadow through the space. the partial illumination caused the wolf's attention to shift suddenly, turning to the orb in the sky and letting out louder pained cries. the whimpering shook the nearby village as the moon began to depart from the sky.

remus woke with a jolt. the cold of the early morning air making a shiver snake through his body. he reached for a blanket before he stood up, wrapping it around his waist and flinching in pain. ahh. he seethed as he moved to dress. the scarred boy was unsure how many more moon turns he could handle. the repressive cycle had made remus feel as though he was living two different lives, that he was perpetually living an out of body experience.

he couldn't remember the journey, yet he had found his way to madame pomfrey's office, who awaited him with a solemn expression. the tension within the room was nearly palpable as the nurse moved to treat remus. internally, he grumbled any time she cast her wand at him.

"i was doing some reading over this last week–"

"i'm not an experiment, poppy," the brunette interrupted with a shout, before mumbling an apology, refusing to let his gaze dance over the rest of the room.

"i've found a potion, that i believe, in the least, would help," pomfrey's tone was now hesitant, remembering the imbalance on the days either side of a transformation. "it's called wolfsbane," she continued after being met with silence. sharply, his eyes snapped to her, a silent plea for her to continue.

"it's still in an... experimental phase– and it's by no means foolproof, but it's something remus. it could help," unsureness filled the space as she continued to fix him up.

the beat between words could've been mistaken for an eternity, as remus deliberated over the risks within taking up the offer. he wasn't an experiment, but he couldn't keep doing this. the nurse opened her mouth to speak again, filling the silence;

"okay," was all remus said, as poppy opened her mouth. trying her best, she suppressed a smile as he accepted help, asking what it did.

"i'm not entirely sure of how effective it is, but it is meant to stop part of the transformation, i'll have my contact send it over," she smiled at the boy as he hopped off of the stretcher in the office.

remus left the office infirmary with a renewed sense of assurance, feeling lighter than he had a month ago as he repeated the same routine. his head finally felt silent, relieved that something could actually work in at least partially dulling his condition.

he was so in his own head he almost didn't hear her call his name. yet, as though it were subconscious, he looked down at her, pausing his quickened pace.

"hey," her voice was small, unsure. she was shocked by his demeanour to say the least, "are you alright? are you hurt?" her eyes scanned him apprehensively, searching for invisible signs of pain.

"i'm okay," he half smiled at her, shrugging before feeling relief in knowing the scratch which had been there no longer caused him discomfort. "i do have assignments to catch up with, however, so i do need to get going," he paused, "i'll catch you later?" he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, abruptly turning away and continuing on his venture without waiting for an answer.

behind him, she pivoted on the spot, following him with her eyes. her brow quirked as she noticed that he no longer held the limp he normally did after the night of the full moon. part of her wanted to follow after him, question why he didn't have his usual limp, question why he had brushed her off. yet, she shook her head and decided to continue the rest of her day.

she had made her way throughout her scheduled classes of the day, scribbling down as much as she could pay attention to, for her mind was elsewhere. she was awfully concerned for him. choosing to observe him rather than pay attention to whichever professor they shared, in classes they shared together.

he had been unfocused throughout the day too, hanging on to every word madame pomfrey had said to him that morning. he had brought his book of potions to each of his classes, desperately searching through it to see if the instructions for his condition had been in there all along. by the days end, he had read the book from cover to cover, deflating slightly at the revelation.

days had passed before remus was finally called down to the hospital wing to speak with the nurse. days had passed since remus and y/n had had a proper conversation, only short murmurs were exchanged in passing. but not due to a lack of trying from the girl, at every opportunity she sought him out, only to be shut down under the guise of the workload and the cycle of the moon.

remus had entered the infirmary as the girl had walked into the great hall. it had become apparent that she wasn't the only one which her boyfriend had been neglecting. his group of friends had sat by themselves, an incomplete trio, as they glanced around expectantly. she walked past them and moved to sit with her own friends, only for to be called after.

she whipped her head around to be met with sirius, who had asked where remus had been.

"i don't know, he's been dodging me like mad, figured you lot'd know something about that," she had responded.

"you're not the only ones being dodged, it seems," james spoke up, biting into a half sandwich. the girl nodded before continuing over to her friends.

the rest of the week was much the same, with her desperate for a moment with her boyfriend. and his friends desperate for their friend back. and remus hunch over in the potions class late into the night trying to perfect the brew.

that was where she found him on the last night of the week. hunched over a cauldron, glass ladle in hand, with the other propping open a folded page of parchment.

"remus?" her voice was quiet as she pushed the door open, its creaking filling the silence of the space. his head snapped up at the call of his name. "y/n?" he questioned, before glancing between her and the potion, making sure it bubbled just the right amount.

"how did you find me?" he spoke unsurely, mindfully stirring the mixture beneath him.

"james showed me on the map".

"oh,"

"yeah".

silence blanketed between them, both unsure of what to say. this is the most they had seen of one another in a week. there were so many questions left hanging through the room. "how're y–"

"where've you been, remus?" they both spoke at the same time, the girl prevailing.

"here," his voice was small suddenly, looking over her shoulder rather than in the eye. "after the last full moon, poppy told me about this potion, and i've been trying to brew it ever since,"

"oh," she was at a loss for words at what remus had told her. "i would've helped you, if you had just asked, you needn't shut me out," she paused, "i would've helped you in a heartbeat,"

"i didn't know how to tell you, i–"

"your friends would've helped you, then, they would've understood," she begged.

"they've done so much for me already, for my... condition, i didn't want to ask for more," he explained, the sizzling of the cauldron filling the silence.

"they still would've helped you. been proud to do so, even," she assured him.

"i dunno, i mean, i don't want to inconvenience them even more than i already do,"

"you don't mate," both heads whipped round at the third voice entered the room. it was sirius, who was tailed by james and then peter.

"we saw you two were still in here and came to see what was up," peter squeaked from behind his friends.

"yeah, wormtail's right. but we sent pads in first in case it was anything less than decent," the bespectacled friend spoke, causing y/n to look at him unimpressed.

"thanks, guys," remus matched her face with his tone, rolling his eyes, "i guess i'll fill you all in, then," he gave a shy smile to the group before beginning to talk.

i'm back, i think... sorry i left for so long, life's been lifin' lately. short fic whilst i get back into it.

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my boy only breaks his favourite toys; sirius black

summary: "but you should have seen him when he first saw me," in which he goes from a renowned player, to realising his feelings for her, yet she doesn't quite believe him.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, angst, player!sirius, implied gryffindor!reader (though the house ins't important to the fic), she/her pronouns, third person y/n. partially proofread @cosmicbolter

words: 1.5k+

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chanting filled the stands of the school quidditch pitch, as gryffindor and slytherin faced each other in the final for the house cup. the whizzing of the players seemed almost exaggerated as the opposing chants increased the tension through the atmosphere. the points were near even on the scoreboard, with the snitch being the deciding factor in this tournament. anticipation hung in the air as james potter flew around, regulus black on his tail as both searched for the golden snitch above the battle of bludgers between thrown between the two opposing teams.

sirius black peeled away from his position as beater, using the distraction of the snitch chase to hover in front of the crowd, winking flirtatiously to several of the gryffindor women who batted their eyelashes and awed at his attention. the boy limberly dodged a bludger which flew past his head, his long hair fluttering against the current.

that's when she caught his eye. her focus never moving from her fixation on the game, completely ignoring his antics. he followed her eye line, watching as james had caught the snitch. jumping slightly at the sudden noise, he alongside everyone supporting the scarlet team erupted into deafening cheers. gryffindor had won the game. slowly descending toward the turf, sirius joined the rest of his team, grabbing james and launching him up slongside the other players, who jostled him around and celebrating his efforts in securing the teams victory.

the entirety of gryffindor house were allowed onto the pitch, swarming the team in celebration. the team nearly drowned in the praise that their house had showered them with, even professor mcgonagall had made her way onto the field, standing off to the side as she watched the scene unfold. the team finally put james back down on the turf, clapping his back victoriously. chants filled the air, as sirius looked around at the crowd, searching for the girl who seemed too uninterested in him. coming up short, he along with the rest of the lion's players had weaved their way through the excited crowd, moving toward the changing room.

later, in the great hall, an extravagant feast was served. and as he did every year, professor dumbledore insisted that a celebratory feast be held at the conclusion of the quidditch house cup. golden lions on maroon banners were strung up on against the walls, as high as the floating candles display. goblets of pumpkin juice were tossed against each other as the house continued to celebrate their win. the team of green scowled across the hall at the victorious one, bitter over their loss with sour looks on their faces.

sirius rolled his eyes theatrically whilst james leapt up on the bench and made some dramatic speech, dedicating the win to lily. the long haired boy looked down the table, locking eyes with y/n, who tried to hide her amusement. he smiled at her briefly, before pulling james to sit back down. through the rest of the meal, the boy stood, walking away from his friends and toward a small clique of ravenclaw girls who ogled at his presence. the boy made the girls swoon at his charismatic jokes.

y/n, who was observing the situation, rolled her eyes and scoffed. the boy looked over curiously, before leaning back on his elbows and continuing to smirk at the young women.

late into the night, the dinner was called to a close by the teachers who were reluctantly made to supervise the celebrations. several students had already taken leave, off to their dorms for the night, whilst most of gryffindor tower continued to take advantage of the party atmosphere.

y/n had followed a small group of students out the hall as she heard the chimes of the clock, signalling the late hour. she had caught the eyes of sirirus as she walked past his group, with her head down. surprising his friends, he dismissed himself, claiming that the long day had given him a headache that he though was best to sleep off.

with an unconvincing look her strolled away from his friends, a slight spring in his step, "hey, l/n," he spoke, swinging his arm over her shoulder, only for it to be shrugged off.

"what do you want, black," she was entirely uninterested in his antics, dismissing him with an eye roll.

"i just wanted to see how you enjoyed the game, you seemed awfully interested,"

"you seem awfully interested in my enjoyment of the game rather than the game itself," she sassed back, a slight chuckle passing between them both. "and what if i was?" he didn't hesitate to quip back, smirking ever so slightly.

"then i'd tell you to bugger off to someone who wants to swoon over you," she looked at him plainly before speeding up, leaving him watching her walk away, and back to gryffindor tower. she had caught him off guard, leaving him gobsmacked for a beat, before making his way back to the dorms.

the next morning, the boy had actually awoken with a headache. the yelling between james and remus hadn't helped as the bespectacled had woken up still running off of the high from the prior days victory.

"ugh, just shut up, prongs," he threw a pillow at the boy and swiped the curtain on his four poster shut.

"no, mate, we've gotta go down to breakfast soon, hall's about to close," the boy stood up, throwing the pillow back to his friend, who reluctantly swung his legs over the side of his bed to get dressed with a huff.

upon arriving at the great hall for breakfast, sirius had spotted y/n, engulfed in conversation with her friends. smiling to himself, he sat down with his friends, being sure that he would be able to keep an eye on her as he ate. his three friends had obviously caught on to how preoccupied the boy had seemed.

"you good, pads?" remus questioned, trying to figure out which girl his friend was hung up on this time. "yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah, just trying to make sure i didn't leave my transfig work in the dorm, 's'all," sirius didn't even spare the boy a glance, not even hearing his hum in response.

a piece of toast had flown across the table and hit sirius in the chest. "go on, talk to her, mate," james smiled, fixing his glasses and nodding in y/n's direction.

"i dunno what your talking about," he finally drew his gaze away from the girl and looked at his friend, shrugging nonchalantly.

"this isn't the first time you've done this," he clarified, peter, who was sat next to james, nodded along in agreement, a nervous smile on his face.

"later," was all the boy said as he grabbed his satchel, swinging it over his shoulder and walking out the hall. down the hall, y/n had also stood up, yet not with the same energy. she moved in a much calmer manor through the flagstones before turning down the hall toward her first class of the day.

the pair had found themselves in the same corridor. alone. and walking side by side. sirius, upon sensing someone else, looked around, catching a momentary glimpse of the girl.

"oh hey, y/n," he slumped his shoulder's slightly, an attempt to relax his rigid posture. "hey... sirius," she smiled at him kindly, though the confusion still remained evident on her face.

"funny, it's just the two of us here, yeah?" he hesitantly laughed, nervousness practically spilling from him.

"yeah, i thought we had class in here–"

"it's almost like it was meant to be just the two of us," he attempted to smirk, in the same way he would usually chat up someone. "or no one else has left breakfast yet," she laughed slightly, shutting him down.

"what are you trying to achieve here, sirius," she paused, turning to face him and crossing her arms sternly.

"what– nothing!" his tone immediately became accusatory. she raised her eyebrows knowingly at his response. "fine, i wanted to talk to you, maybe.. hang out sometime,"

"like how you usually hangout with women? not interested– sorry," she turned and resumed her walk to class. "you love to womanise, black, i'm not going to indulge that behaviour," her shoes clacked as she called behind her.

"fine! i like you! like i really like you, a lot," she stopped walking once again, and turned back around to face him, her brow quirked.

"so, you trying to chat up these women is you fancying me? pfft," she laughed at him, though her face dropped as she realised he wasn't continuing on as though what he had said was a joke. "oh, wait no, you're serious?"

"well i'd hope so," he laughed slightly, a lopsided grin across his face, "sorry– yeah, i do," his smile turned nervous as her face blanked.

"oh,"

"yeah," an awkward tension stood between them.

"and if i liked you too?" she nervously confessed, taking a small step toward him. his eyes lit up at her response. "i'll give you one chance, and thats it," her voice stern, all of a sudden, catching him off guard.

"well that works for me," he smirked.

[flusteredmoonn]

the tortured poets department; james potter

summary: "sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me," in which after years of james pining after lily, he finally falls for someone else.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, angst, probably ooc!james, gryffindor!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n. proofread by @cosmicbolter

words: 1.5k+

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pewter cauldrons fizzled as each of the students observed their concoctions, referring to the book of advanced potions. not james potter, though.

"hey! evans," he called across the classroom, drawing the attention of the auburn haired girl, whose head snapped up at the call of her surname. "do we add the tentacula before or after the lacewig flies," he shouted across the room, dismissing both the stares of his peers and the reprimands from the professor. he knew venomous tentacula wasn't an ingredient in the focus draught they were brewing, yet he wanted her to instruct him anyways.

lily looked down at her book of advanced potions, carefully scanning the print for the answer. her gaze resumed on the boy with a slight pinch in her brow, "tentacula isn't in this one, james," her smile was unsure, although she was quick to resume her work when the boy smiled and nodded at her in thanks. heat rose through her cheeks as she felt the intrusion that was the lingering gaze of her peers.

james also seamlessly resumed his brewing, his glasses sliding down his nose as he used the iron spoon to stir the stew of plants before him. he ignored the loud teasing from sirius which followed his interaction with the red head.

"oooh, she didn't shut you down there mate, she must be into you," the amusement in his tone was palpable, especially with the laughter it had elicited from both remus and peter. the latter was quick to slap a hand over his mouth, though, with a coy smile before the stout boy continued his brew. "pads, stop," heat rose up his body, pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

"oh, look i'm james! 'hey evans'" he made an unintelligible sound, ''i wonder what goes in this potion which i have the page open to on my book" he continued to mock james, making his voice exaggeratedly deep. behind them, y/n brought her hand up to her mouth to cover her mouth and suppressing a laugh at the friend groups antics. the curly haired boy heard movement behind him and glanced over his shoulder amusedly, watching her clear entertainment and smirking to himself before tuning back in to his long haired friend's continuous teasing.

thankfully, before he could get too carried away, the professor had directed the class with a new instruction, distracting sirius enough to forget he was teasing his friends.

"now class!" the professor's voice boomed off of the walls, ricocheting off of the flagstone floor as he continued to speak, "you should now be at the stage of collecting a dugbog tongue from the table up the front and adding it to your cauldrons– which should now be a light blue colour," the old man smiled, gesturing for the class to move onto the next stage of their brew.

still smug with a freshly pampered ego, james sauntered over to the front of the class, though not before beckoning lily's attention. confidently, with his longterm crushes eyes on him, he reached into the basket containing the deceased tongues bravely before he jokingly held it in front of his own mouth and acting as though it were his own. he continued to mime with the teachers back to him.

faint giggling could be heard from across the room, however, not from lily. the boy looked across the room to see y/n equally as amused as before, which only egged him on. he continued his antics, ending up sliding across the front of the classroom in an attempt to mock the beast whose tongue they were using, and ignoring the reprimands of his friends who at this point were over the dramatic display. the boy got carried away, locking eyes with y/n and leaning backwards on the table at the front of the room holding the ingredients. a deafening bang echoed through the room as james accidentally knocked the exposed supplies off of the desk.

"potter!" professor slughorn shouted.

the notorious chime of the clocktower bell ringing through the school sounded as professor slughorn dismissed his potions class, rolling his eyes at the mess left behind from james. chatter immediately erupted through the room as friends reunited with one another and made their way to their next classes. the group of gryffindor girls gathered together, laughing as they walked.

"saved by the bell huh, james," marlene mckinnon snickered as the boy walked past her with his friends. he stuck his tongue out at her in rebellion. childishly, the boy whipped round and stuck his tongue out at the girl and her group of friends. "he's ridiculous," she muttered to the group as they watched him run off after his friends.

"i can't believe he did that, lils, and all for your attention," dorcas added, murmurs filled the corridors as students now hurried to their next classes.

"i dunno, y/n seemed pretty taken by him," she shrugged. "hm?" the girls attention was beckoned from the back of the group as they rounded the corner and entered their transfiguration classroom.

"i just said that you seemed pretty intrigued by james today, is all," the girl repeated, sighing as she sunk into her seat. "i mean i can't believe he even thought to act that way, it's unprecedented," she continued with a laugh as marlene slid into her seat next to dorcas, very evidently mocking the bespectacled boys former actions as the professor entered the classroom whilst y/n slid into a seat by herself.

"take your seats, boys," professor mcgonagall spoke sternly, looking to the rowdy group of boys. as if they were small children who had been told off, they immediately found seats across the room and looked ready to listen. james sat himself down next to y/n wordlessly, merely flashing her a momentary smile before giving his full attention to the beginning of the lecture.

professor mcgonagall began to charm the chalkboard to draw various detailed diagrams of the topics she was discussion, the sound blending into that of the scrawling of quill on parchment. eventually the professor had ordered the class to move onto the independent work, urging them to talk quietly, if they felt the need to talk at all.

casually, remus looked across the room to where james sat, intrigued as he hadn't taken his usual spot next to him. and sitting away from where lily had been situated. but the boy smirked as he watched james deliberate over what to say to y/n.

"hey, do you know what we–"

"what do you want from me james," the girl spoke suddenly, a certain firmness in her tone as she turned to look at him.

dumbfounded, the boy stared at her for a moment, his jaw ajar, "uhm, nothing?" he sounded unsure of himself, "i just wanted to know if you knew what we were supposed to do for this question, he pointed to a row of text in their book on transfiguration, glancing up to see professor mcgonagall transfixed by marking first years papers stoically.

"but why did you sit next to me, potter," her voice entirely coated in sourness, clearly unamused by his attempt to be comedic, "shouldn't you still be bothering poor lily, with futile attempts for her attention," there is was, he could practically hear her eyes rolling from where he was sat.

"i wanted to sit with you, i didn't realise it was such an issue," he huffed, nervously shooting a look to his friends.

"but why, why the sudden interest–" she cut herself off, "you know i'm failing this class right, like you can't cheat off of me and succeed, yeah," she laughed, clearly finding a new humour in the situation.

"i didn't come here to cheat off of you," he looked at her, entirely serious, "and i haven't been annoying evans nearly as much as i usually do, i'm self aware now!" he exclaimed confidently, sitting up and puffing his chest.

"pfft."

"i am," he defended himself at her laughter, a smile of his own weaving its way across his features. she turned to face him now, his expression faltering slightly at the directness of her attention on him. "so what'dya call that stunt in potions, where you were clearly chasing after her attention," her brow quirked up.

"i wasn't," he mumbled, turning his head away and talking into the shoulder facing away from her. momentarily, he caught the watchful eyes of his friends, before whipping his head back around to her when she hummed inconclusively. he repeated himself, watching several emotions flash across her face in a split second, urging him to elaborate.

"the ship between us, i think, has sailed," he paused, in thought, "i think there's something i'd rather explore with someone else'.

[flusteredmoonn]

featuring regulus black

now playing; regulus black's album... — in which flusteredmoonn compiles all of the works featuring regulus black, by era.

"...no one wanted to play with me as a little kid..."

speak now tracklist.🔮

speak now, r.b. "and the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march," in which his parents see to it that their familial name is continued on.

never grow up, s.b. r.b. "don't you ever grow up, just stay this little," in which he mourns his relationship with his brother, and then grieves his brother's death.

better than revenge, r.b. "now go stand in the corner and think about what you did," in which she is under the impression that he is just like his brother. she's mistaken.

haunted, r.b. "c'mon, c'mon, don't leave me like this," in which he doesn't have the heart to tell her of his imminent departure.

superman, r.b. "he has his mothers eyes, his fathers ambition," in which is proud of him that he is the one chosen, succumbing to his parents expectations.

castles crumbling, r.b. "once, i was the great hope for a dynasty," in which the truth of his brother's loyalties are revealed and now he is viewed as the sole heir. somewhat sequel to speak now

"...so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since..."

[flusteredmoonn]

featuring sirius black

now playing; sirius black's album... — in which flusteredmoonn compiles all of the works featuring sirius black, by era.

"...the lips i used to call home..."

speak now tracklist.🔮

sparks fly, s.b. "kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain," in which she shows him around muggle london, and he is amazed.

never grow up, s.b. r.b. "don't you ever grow up, just stay this little," in which he mourns his relationship with his brother, and then grieves his brother's death.

enchanted, s.b. "i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home," in which the hard-headed gryffindor shocks everyone with his confession.

electric touch, s.b. "all i know, is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life," in which they take a significant risk in their relationship.

"...so scarlet, it was maroon..."

[flusteredmoonn]

featuring remus lupin

now playing; remus lupin's album... — in which flusteredmoonn compiles all of the works featuring remus lupin, by era.

"...i guess sometimes we all get..."

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back to december, r.l. "so good to me, so right," in which he unspeakably and irreversibly in love with her, but his need to secret keep hinders him more then he'd care to admit.

dear john, r.l. "but i took your matches, before fire could catch me," in which she shows him that his differences from the typical side of society is not something to fear.

innocent, r.l. "who you are is not where you've been, you're still an innocent," in which she shows him compassion when no one else will, after a particularly strong full moon.

long live, r.l. "long live all the mountains we moved," in which they build walls around their relationship as the world caves in around them.

foolish one, r.l. "stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love, that ain't never gonna come," in which his friends are the last people he would entrust with the truth of his feelings toward a particular classmate.

timeless, r.l. "you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless," in which their paths in life were always destined to meet, regardless of circumstance.

"...some kind of haunted..."