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The Actress Masterlist

CW: death, suicide, jail, forced coming out (crossed out = hasn't happened yet)

Part 1- Monday, September 24,  3:50 p.m.

Part 2- Thursday, September 27, 12:45 p.m.

Part 3- Thursday, September 27, 7 p.m.

Part 4- Saturday, September 29, 4:15 p.m.

More to come...

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has it been a month since i updated the actress? yes. could i have written more? also yes. did i start a new project instead? yes. here's the thing, though- that fic is for an entirely different fandom. so let me know, my 4 followers (and anyone this comes across). Who's interested in a PJO fic? The main character is Luke's twin.

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The Actress- One of Us is Lying- Part 4

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Saturday, September 29, 4:15 p.m.

I’m sitting in the stands next to Pop, watching Cooper pitch, and trying not to think about that horrible Tumblr post. Simon was horrible, but he didn’t deserve this. I’ve basically been dragged here- Pop picked me up from rehearsal and drove here.

After the game,  I have to endure Pop trying to talk Cooper up to a college scout. Pop drops me, Cooper and Luis- one of Cooper’s best friends- off at school for Simon’s memorial. We bump into Leah Jackson on the way. She exchanges a few tense words with Cooper. I’m not paying much attention until Leah says, “There’s another email with a Tumblr update.” She passes her phone to Cooper, and Luis and I read over his shoulders.

Time to clarify a few things. Simon had a severe peanut allergy—so why not stick a Planters into his sandwich and be done with it? I’d been watching Simon Kelleher for months. Everything he ate was wrapped in an inch of cellophane. He carried that goddamn water bottle everywhere and it was all he drank. But he couldn’t go ten minutes without swigging from that bottle. I figured if it wasn’t there, he’d default to plain old tap water. So yeah, I took it. I spent a long time figuring out where I could slip peanut oil into one of Simon’s drinks. Someplace contained, without a water fountain. Mr. Avery’s detention seemed like the ideal spot. I did feel bad watching Simon die. I’m not a sociopath. In that moment, as he turned that horrible color and fought for air—if I could have stopped it, I would have. I couldn’t, though. Because, you see, I’d taken his EpiPen. And every last one in the nurse’s office.

I exchange a Twin Look with Cooper, and I can tell we’re both thinking the same thing. This was written like this person was there. But I don’t believe that any of them has the capacity to murder someone. I’d think I’d know if my twin had murderous tendencies. And Addy definitely doesn’t- she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t know Bronwyn and Nate at all, except for having English with Bronwyn, but they’re not like that, I think. Even Nate, the supposed “criminal.” He’s never struck me as vengeful. None of them could do this.

Cooper, Luis, and I walk onto the field (without Leah, she really hated Simon). Cooper and Luis go to stand with Keely, Addy, and the “popular” crowd, and I split off to go with my fellow theatre nerds.

Maybe it’ll all be okay.

Maybe Cooper and Addy won’t be murder suspects.

And maybe things won’t get worse.

A/N: I'm back! Had a great vacay, am ready to jump back in- but am struggling with some, could use some help maybe if anyone wants to beta read! all my love to my 3 readers

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The Actress- One of Us is Lying- Part 3

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Thursday, September 27, 7 p.m.

Cooper walks up from the basement sweaty, and I stifle a laugh. Lucas, our little brother, just clutches his stomach dramatically and groans. “Cooper, you take forever.” This time, I do laugh, because Lucas trying to be a sarcastic teenager when he still feels little to me is never not funny. We end up talking about Simon at dinner. Again.

 “You had to figure the police’d get involved at some point,” Pop says, spooning a small mountain of mashed potatoes onto his plate. “Something’s not right about how that boy died.” He snorts. “Peanut oil in the water system, maybe? Lawyers are gonna have a field day with that.”

 “Were his eyes bugging out of his head like this?” asks Lucas, making a face. 

“Lucas,” I say, exasperated. Nonny swats him on the back of the head. 

“Hush your mouth unless you can speak of that poor young man with respect.” 

Pop points at Cooper with his knife. “You got a showcase game Saturday. Don’t forget.”  

And I have a tech rehearsal. But no one in this house remembers that. 

 “Kevin, maybe one weekend off?” Mom murmurs. But she’s not really trying. She knows the one thing Pop won’t budge on is Cooper’s baseball. It’s the whole reason we moved here anyway. 

“Best thing Cooperstown can do is business as usual,” Pop says. “Slacking off won’t bring that boy back. God rest his soul.” Nonny looks Cooper straight in the eye. 

“I hope you realize none of you kids could’ve done anything for Simon, Cooper. The police have to dot their i’s and cross their t’s, that’s all.” It’s probably the best thing she could’ve said to him. Because I know Cooper. Better than anyone. And I know he feels guilty.

We’re cleaning up after dinner- I’m on drying duty- when the doorbell rings. Lucas, the eager kid that he is, immediately runs to answer it. “It’s Keely!” I’m watching Cooper out of the corner of my eye, and his face does something weird for a second. 

“Thought you said you two didn’t have plans tonight, Cooper,” Nonny says, standing from the table. And I swear I hear Cooper muttering something like “We didn’t.” Keely walks in and wraps her arms around Cooper, and I try to put it out of my mind. They murmur to each other for a little while before Cooper pulls away, and I take my opportunity.“Hey, pretty girl.” She laughs and leans her head on my shoulder. We talk for a few minutes before she turns to say goodbye to Mom and Pop, who are leaving to go bowling, of all things. Cooper and Keely claim the living room, and I retreat upstairs to my sewing machine and my show tunes. A/N: going on vacation saturday, so one more chapter before i go! love to the (probably 1) people who are reading this!

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The Actress- One of Us is Lying- Part 2

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Thursday, September 27, 12:45 p.m.

“Hey, pretty girl!” I’ve spotted Cooper and his girlfriend, Keely Soria, standing next to his locker. Some people wouldn’t like the idea of intruding on your brother and his girlfriend. But Keely and I have been close longer- we met in eighth grade, when our family first moved here.

“Prettier.” Keely’s free hand- the one that isn’t holding Cooper’s- slides up and plays with a piece of my hair. This is us- this is the way we interact. As Addy comes down the hallway, we pull our third friend close. 

“Prettiest,” we say together. We’ve been acting like this since freshman year, when Cooper introduced me to his new best friend, Jake, and his girlfriend, Addy. I introduced her to Keely, who wasn’t dating Cooper yet- that didn’t start until junior year. I have other friends in my fellow theatre nerds, but I know I’ll always have these two, even though I’m not “popular” in the main circles like them- only by association and among the theatre nerds, which is where I’m happy. The four of us are about to start a conversation- probably about Simon, since that’s the only thing people have been talking about since Monday- when the loudspeaker crackles on.

“Attention, please. Would Cooper Clay, Nate Macauley, Adelaide Prentiss, and Bronwyn Rojas please report to the main office. Cooper Clay, Nate Macauley, Adelaide Prentiss, and Bronwyn Rojas to the main office.” Keeley slips her hand out of Cooper’s. 

“You guys’ll be fine. I’m sure they just have a few more questions,” I say. I’ve always been the rational one. I grab Addy’s hand and squeeze it. Cooper told me the whole story, so I know what happened. And how much it affected her. “Coop, I’m done at 4:30 today, okay? Meet you outside.” Keely and I split away from them as they head to the office.

“They’ll be fine, right?” 

“I’m sure they’re fine, El.”

A/N- tiny one but we get some more people! i wonder if anyone's reading this or if i'm just screaming into the void. also being cross-posted on wattpad which you can find here. love to anyone who's reading this!

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The Actress- A One of Us is Lying fic- Part 1

CW: death! Allergic reactions

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Monday, September 24,  3:50 p.m.

I’m in rehearsal when I get the call. It’s odd- Cooper never calls. My twin and I have all our conversations over text. Something must be wrong. Thankfully, I’m on a break- our choreographer is running something with the ensemble right now. I step out of the auditorium and answer the call. “Coop?” I immediately know something’s wrong- he sounds like we’re ten years old and still living in Mississippi. It’s not something I usually notice, since I grew up with the same accent, but his accent is strong today. And extra slow.

“El- uh-”

“Cooper, are you okay?” Panic rises in the back of my throat- what if he’s not? What if something happened to him?

“So, I- this is a lil’ complicated, but- leeme explain-”

“I’m listenin.” I can hear my accent coming back, too. His is rubbing off on me.

“I- okay. I had detention, right? That stupid phone thing?”

“I remember.” He’d been caught with a phone in Mr. Avery’s class, but it wasn’t his phone. He’d texted me about it- on his real phone- at lunch.

“Well, Simon was in there with me, yeah?”

“Kellher?”

“Him. An’ he took a drink of water- an’ fell on the floor. He- Bronwyn- Rojas-  said he had an allergic reaction or somethin. He- it was real bad- Mr. Avery had to call an ambulance.”

“Oh my god. You’re serious?”

“Yeah. Addy took it pretty hard.”

“Ads was there?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, poor Ads.  Are you okay, Coop?”

“ ‘m fine. I just- I had to tell you, because- I can’t drive you home, they asked us to leave-” Cooper usually drives me home, since I don’t have a car, and baseball practice usually ends around the same time as rehearsal, unless I go late. Then he comes to pick me up.

“Coop, ‘s okay. I’ll just ask Max.”

“Thanks, Ella. God, I hope he’s okay.”

“Me too, Cooper. Me too.”

“See ya at home.” After we hang up, I go back into the auditorium and find Max, my best friend. I brief her on what’s happened. No one really likes Simon Kelleher, but we all keep tabs on him. Because he watches all of us. 

I will find out when I get home that he is dead. And I will throw myself at my sewing machine. Because that is how I cope, when something happens, even to someone I don’t like. I make things.

A/N: My first longfic! I hope you guys like this. I'll post some more later, but it is still a work in progress- you guys can have a little influence if you want, if you know how the book plays out.

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I don’t know their ship name! Do they have a ship name? Anywayyy, I was thinking long and hard about this, I want it to be 🤌🏻

So I was thinking, Remus x James x reader, possibly hyper Jamie and reader, and Remus is chasing after them

or maybe the most beautiful hurt/comfort (because who wants straight angst?) where James is upset because he feels like he’s too much sometimes (even though he’s my perfect baby Angel) and it’s just reader and Remus comforting him

(Fem!reader if that’s ok) (also reader should have a cat named Birdie, is it because I want Birdie content? Yes. Do I live laugh love Birdie? Also yes.)

kisses 😘

okay, I love you, thank you for this request. New rule: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HURT OUR SWEET SWEET JAMIES FEELINGS EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 also I couldn't figure out how to incorporate Birdie but I have another request about a reader with a cat so you'll be able to see her there ;)

poly!moonchaser x fem!reader who is in Slytherin

CW: James cries and it's horrible and Marlene should be sent to Azkaban for this.

James was feeling pretty good about Gryffindor’s odds this year for the House Cup. He’d been working his team a little harder than usual, but he was certain the extra effort would pay off this weekend in their game against Ravenclaw. He wasn’t on the quidditch pitch to make friends; he was there to win.

Off the pitch, however?

Off the pitch he loved his friends.

Which was why he’d told everyone to hit the showers whilst he cleaned up the pitch for Madame Hooch.

After James had stored the last of the brooms and quidditch balls in the equipment locker, he began to head past the Beasts classroom for the castle.

He saw Marlene leaning against one of the posts of the building, and James began making his way over to catch up with her but thought better of it once he saw Dorcas Meadows sitting on a table in front of her. He smiled to himself at the thought of his friend’s happiness and took the path on the opposite side of the building in order to give them some privacy.

“Potter’s not working you lot too hard, is he? You’re actually making Slytherin sweat this year.” Dorcas taunted, earning her a chuckle from her girlfriend.

“Ha ha.” Marlene deadpanned before she let out a sigh. “He’s working us like dogs. I know he loves quidditch, but Godric.”

James knew he was pretty competitive, but he had a job to do as the coach, and like Dorcas said – it was paying off.

“He can be a lot.” Dorcas assuaged.

Marlene scoffed dramatically. “Sirius is a lot; James is too much. Honestly, I don’t know how Remus and Y/N keep up with him; he’s exhausting.”

James’ ears filled with cotton as his steps faltered and his heart sunk.

Is this really how his friends thought of him; was he exhausting? Too much?

James knew he could be a lot sometimes; a lot of energy, a lot of fun, a lot of love, a lot of mischief, a lot of noise...

But was he too much?

He loved you and Remus more than anything; he never knew it was possible to love two people so much.

Remus: the moon to his sun, his safe space, his level head, the cool side of his pillow.

And you: his sweet girl, his biggest supporter, his confidante, the quiet in the chaos.

And what was he, then? What was James?

He was loud, he was chaos, he was constant.

Maybe he was too much...

He’d spent five years with his sights set in the wrong direction before he realized he had everything he could ever want in the two of you, and by some fucking miracle, he’d managed to snag the two most wonderful people in all of Hogwarts, perhaps all of the UK; nay, the world.

Was he losing the two of you? Was he slowly pushing you guys away? Exhausting you? Were you two going to grow tired of James?

He couldn’t lose you guys; he couldn’t let that happen.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

You and Remus had been sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall when Sirius came back from practice.

“Where’s Prongs?” Remus asked quickly, earning him a scowl from his long-haired friend.

“Gee, hello to you too, Moony.”

Remus’ sigh was accompanied by an eyeroll as he corrected himself. “Hello, Sirius. How was practice? Where’s our boyfriend?”

Sirius adorned a cheeky smile as he began loading up his plate. “Hi Remus, Y/N. Lovely evening we’re having. Practice went well; James is working us hard, but I think the extra work is paying off. We’re shoo-ins for the House Cup this year and-”

“Sirius!”

“Circe’s tits, Moons, is it almost your time of your month?”

He was answered with a dinner roll being thrown at his head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grumbled. “Prongs is tidying up the field, told us all to hit the showers and head to dinner.”

“Black, you’re a dog.” You grumbled, earning you a boisterous laugh from the dog-like-man himself.

“You have no idea dollface.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe you left our poor, sweet boy cleaning up after you tossers out there all by himself. It’s getting dark.” You whined, looking to the windows.

“He’s far too nice to you lot.” Remus agreed, starting a plate for James pre-emptively.

You liked that about Remus. You loved that about Remus; predicting his loved ones needs, always one step ahead the rest of you.

You perked up when you saw the familiar head of hair make his way into the Great Hall, but had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach when you noticed his demeanour.

“Hey bubs.” Remus greeted, seemingly unawares of James’ dour mood. James smiled kindly at Remus, but you noticed the smile never reached his eyes.

You hated it.

“How was practice?” You asked quickly, earning you a scoff from Sirius.

“What? Don’t trust my word for it?”

“Sod off, Black.”

James itched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact. “It, erm, it went well, I think. It went well, right Pads?”

Sirius looked inquisitively at his friend but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah mate, I think we’re definitely going to see a difference with the extra drills. Fenwick and I were just talking about it.”

“Fenwick? What’d he say? He thought the practice went well?” James asked eagerly.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a bemused glance as you watched James; he seemed to notice the silent conversation going on between his friend and his boyfriend and curled in on himself.

“Sorry.” He muttered quietly, poking at his plate with his fork.

“No worries Prongs. Fenwick said he was tired, but the good kind. He’s looking forward to the match this weekend.” Sirius said carefully. James hummed but that was the extent of the conversation.

“Everything okay, James?” Remus asked cautiously as Marlene and Dorcas sat a few seats down. James lifted his head and nodded quickly, offering a quiet “yeah.”

“What’s the matter?” You asked quietly, causing James’ eyebrows to furrow.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m not that hungry actually, I think I’m going to head upstairs.”

He didn’t give you any time to argue as he stood from his full plate and left the Great Hall.

You went to stand to go after him, but Remus grabbed your sleeve.

“You should eat, dove. No sense in both of you going without.”

“But-”

“We’ll bring him his plate in a little; let him take a minute to himself.” He offered, and though Remus sounded awfully reasonable, you didn’t like the idea one bit.

In the perhaps 45 minutes you and Remus spent in the Great Hall, James had already done his bedtime routine and had the curtains to his fourposter bed drawn shut with what sounded like a silencing charm cast around it.

You let out a sigh and moved towards Remus’ bed.

“It’s probably just an off day, dovey. He rarely has them; we can grant him this one, can’t we?” Remus lamented.

It didn’t feel like an off day, though. Not to you.

He’d been just fine when you bid him farewell before practice; he’d been talking your ear off about all the new drills he prepared and the extra practices he booked. He’d been your enthusiastic, sunny boy just a mere few hours ago, and now he was...well...this.

Had you done something? Had you not been enthusiastic enough about his stories? Had you said something to offend him? Maybe he didn’t want you here; maybe he wanted to spend tonight with Remus – he’s known him longer, maybe he’d be talking to Remus if you weren’t here right now.

“I can hear your brain in overdrive, dove. What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

“Maybe I should go to my own dorm tonight?” You asked shyly, earning you an unimpressed look from Remus as he pulled his sleep shirt over his head.

“Fat chance I’m sending you down to the dungeons. I’ve already lost one cuddle partner.” His lip jut out comically at the end of the sentence and you felt some of the tension leave your body.

“Okay, big baby.” You acquiesced with faux resentment, laying back on Remus’ bed and welcoming him into your embrace.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow, yeah?” Remus said into your neck. “He’ll feel better in the morning.”

Except James did not feel better in the morning and now you were spiralling.

He’d woken up early to go for his run but didn’t ask if you wanted to join him (he usually woke you up as he extricated himself from the bed and would always ask if you felt like joining him. You’ve never said yes, but he always asked you anyway).

He changed quietly and sat at the desk to do some schoolwork. You woke up and pressed a kiss to his cheek on your way to the washroom, which earned you little more than half a smile and a quiet “morning”.

You couldn’t take it anymore; the nerves were eating you alive, and they were only made worse when Remus woke up and James was just as cold with him.

“Jamie, have I done something?” You blurted, causing both boys to look at you in horror.

“What?” He asked quietly.

“I’m sorry if I’ve done or said something to offend you. I know I can be harsh sometimes and I know that I’m not often as kind as the two of you; certainly not as nice as you, Jamie. But I often think you guys have worn off on me a bit and I’m a little less Slytherin-y and-”

But Remus cut you off as you started to ramble. “Whoa, dove. Take a breath, yeah? You’re alright.” He said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently rubbing his thumb along your collar bone.

“I’m really sorry, Jamie.” You said again, feeling your eyes well with tears.

James' eyes mirrored yours as he looked at you in horror. “No, angel. No! You’re perfect, I swear!” He said, tears finally betraying his inner turmoil.

“What has you so upset then, Jamie?” Remus asked gently, which caused whatever dam James had set up behind his eyes to fully burst.

“It’s not you guys, honest!” He cried miserably.

You felt all the blood drain from your face at the sight; you’d never seen James this upset before.

“Oh, Jamie.” Remus cooed in an exhale moving towards him, obviously just as distressed at James’ upset as you were. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been exhausting you lately. I don’t mean to be too much.” James whimpered between sobs. Your hands twitched as you stood uselessly, staring at Remus cradling James’ broad frame and gently rocking him back-and-forth, rubbing broad strokes up and down his back.

“Why...why would you say that, Jamie? I’ve never found you exhausting. ‘Too much’?” You asked incredulously, feeling sort of nauseous at the insinuation that you could ever grow tired of the effervescence that was James Potter. 

“I overheard people talking about me.” He admitted shyly from the crook of Remus’ neck. Remus’ movements stuttered before he quickly resumed his ministrations.

“Who?” You said simply, hands balling into fists at your sides. 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.” You argued.

“Easy, dove.” Remus placated, pressing a gentle kiss into James’ hair. “I don’t need to know who it was, because they are so far off from the truth.”

“Can’t be too far off, I’ve known her my whole life.” James muttered.

“McKinnon?” You asked with a scoff. You were answered by James’ silence.

“Jamie.” You said sternly, stepping towards your boyfriends and causing James to look up at you. “You have been nothing but pure joy since the moment I met you, and any moment I get to spend by your side is an absolute honour; do you understand me?”

James sighed and tried to turn back into Remus’ shoulder, but you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

“I love you so unbelievably much, I worry about my sanity sometimes. One of the best things about me is getting to love you, and having convinced you to love me back. Okay?”

“Okay.” He whispered back, offering you a soft smile.

“Yeah?”

James chuckled sadly and took your hand in his. “I love you, Y/N.”

“That makes me the luckiest girl in the world.” You promised him.

Remus continued rubbing James’ back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you got into uniform. 

“You okay, Rem? I’ll catch up with you guys later?” You asked him quietly. Remus nodded at you and accepted a chaste kiss to his lips.

You pressed a kiss to the top of James' head, reminding him again that you love him and you’d see him later before heading out in search of the person on your radar. 

Sirius had gotten up today to find James already gone on his morning run and you and Moony still asleep in bed, so he decided to take the initiative and organise the supplies for the Marauder’s next prank.

“Oi, Black.” Sirius heard, causing him to pause in his steps down the corridor. 

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were in nappies; I’m pretty sure we were engaged to be wed at one point. I think you can go ahead and call me Sirius.”

Your eyebrows furrowed almost comically as you looked him up and down once, seemingly almost disgusted at the thought of calling him by his given name.

“Right, I will not be doing that. Listen, you’re friends with McKinnon, yeah?” You redirected, falling into step with him as he carried on towards the potions supply closet. 

“Marlene? Yeah.”

“‘Kay, deal with her then, because it won’t be pretty if I have to.” You said darkly, causing Sirius to pause again and grab you by your elbow.

“Whoa there; what are you on about?”

You turned towards him with darkened eyes, quite possibly the most like your parents he’d ever seen you. “She upset James.” You said simply. 

Sirius scoffed. “Please. James doesn’t get upset. She probably just cheered for his rival team at the World Cup or something.”

“Black. My sweet, lovely, wonderful boyfriend is upstairs crying right now because he was told he was too much and exhausting.” You said severely, causing Sirius’ heart to stutter. 

His heart picked back up in double time when he noticed your eyes fill with tears.

“And if McKinnon is left to me, it won’t be pretty.” You concluded, sniffing quickly and stuffing your emotions back down deep into your stomach like Sirius knew you’d been raised to do.

“Crying?” Sirius asked breathlessly.

“Sobbing.” You corrected.

Well.

Well, this just wouldn’t do.

Turns out, Sirius was going to get detention for hitting a girl today. 

“Oi! McKinnon!” Sirius called out when he spotted Marlene sat under a tree on the Hogwarts grounds. “Take your earrings out, you and I are fighting.” He called as he got closer, pulling his earrings own out pre-emptively. 

Marlene scoffed. “Have you taken one too many bludgers to the head there, Black?” 

“What’d you say to James?” He carried on.

“Potter?”

“Sod off, McKinnon. What’d you say?”

“I haven’t spoken to him since we all left practice yesterday!” She argued.

“Well you said something, seeing as he’s now apologising to his boyfriend and girlfriend for being ‘exhausting’.”

Sirius watched understanding pass over Marlene’s face as she sighed.

“Oh for- …he wasn’t meant to hear.”

“Make it a habit of talking poorly about your friends behind their back?” Sirius accused.

“Take it easy, Sirius… she didn’t mean it.” Dorcas interjected, causing Sirius’ stormy glare to look her way.

“Then why’d she say it, huh Meadows? Are you calling her a liar then?”

“I was just tired and sore after practice yesterday, Sirius…” Marlene mumbled.

But Sirius didn’t care; he didn’t want excuses. He wanted everyone to see the James that he saw:

James, who had so much love to give.

James, who gave everything he did 110%.

James, who took care of everyone around him like his life depended on it.

James, who pushed his team to victory because he knew they were capable.

James, who knew he was pushing his team hard so let them all leave early whilst he cleaned up after them.

James, who brought out the best in everyone around him.

James, who offered him a home when he had nowhere to go.

James, who was everyone's safety, smile, sanctuary.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend so much of your life finding flaws in everyone else, Marlene, you’d have a little more time to work on your own. I suggest starting with your poor fucking attitude.” He shot at her, feeling the generations of vile, vicious Black’s creep into his psyche. “Perhaps then you’d manage to be even a quarter as loved as James is.”

“Was that really necessary, Black?” Meadows barked angrily. Sirius scoffed in return.

“No more necessary than what she said about James. No one upsets Prongs like that, you hear me? So tell your girl to watch her fuckin’ mouth.”

And he stormed back up to the castle. 

Remus was understandably distressed.

If having his usual bright, sunny boy so down and turned in on himself wasn’t bad enough, you seemed to be equally if not more distressed on his behalf.

He’d been sort of nervous when you took off this morning, but when Remus saw Marlene in one piece in Charms later in the day, he knew you hadn’t done any (permanent) damage.

James was glued to your and Remus’ sides for the remainder of the day, and you were both more than happy to fawn over him as much as he needed. His mood didn’t seem to improve for your efforts, however.

The three of you were eating dinner with Sirius who was carrying most of the conversation on your behalves, which you and Remus (and likely James) appreciated, when Barty approached the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Y/N, I just had the most brilliant i- whoa, wait, whoa, what the fuck?” He cut himself off, looking to the group in horror.

“What’s up, junior?” You asked calmly, feeling particularly defensive of your boyfriend and keeping an eye on James in your periphery.

“What happened to Potter? What’s going on?” He asked, sounding particularly disturbed causing Remus’ brows to furrow bemusedly. 

No one seemed to have a good answer; Sirius and Remus exchanging confused glances, James lowering his head in shame, and you rolling your eyes at your friend's dramatics.

“Who did this?” He asked then, voice taking on a shrill quality. “Y/N? Did you do this?” He demanded, gesturing to James.

“I did not do this!” You shouted back.

“Okay well this is bad!”

“I know it’s bad!”

“No, this is bad, bad. This is like… this is. I have no words. Y/N, fix it, fix it right now.” Barty insisted, roughly jostling your shoulder as if you were simply standing here negligently as your boyfriend suffered. 

Remus, James, and Sirius all watched in abject fascination and horror.

“Who did this, Potter?” Barty asked quietly, turning his attention to James when he felt he wasn’t getting answers from you. “Give me names; who disturbed the delicate balance of the universe?”

James’ eyebrows were in his hair as he looked between you and Barty.

“Oh gods,” Barty breathed. “It’s worse than I though.”

Barty shoved his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out a lolly. “You like candy, Potter? Here.” He said as he threw the lolly at him without waiting for a response. “I have more, one sec.” 

With that, Barty turned his pocket inside out and piled what had to be almost thirty lollipops in front of James.

“Why do you have so many lollies, Junior?” Sirius asked, reaching over to grab one from the pile which earned him a squeal and a harsh smack on the wrist from Barty.

“None of your sodding business, Black.”

Remus delighted in hearing a slight chuckle under James' breath.

“Why do you have so many lollies?” Remus asked instead, knowing Barty was slightly less volatile with him than with Sirius.

“I was trying to quit smoking. Now I’m just addicted to sugar and cigarettes. Also, Y/N likes them.” He said, producing one from your pocket with a flourish to hand it to you.

“M’lady.” He said with a bow before resuming his piling of more lollies in front of James.

“I think that’s enough lollies, Junior.” Sirius suggested, earning him a scowl.

“The world is fucking topsy-turvey right now, Black! I don’t see you doing anything to correct it! Absolute tosser, thinking I can just go about my day when everything is wrong.” Barty was mostly muttering to himself at this point as he pulled his bookbag over his shoulder and started discarding various things onto the table.

“Why are you all just sitting there? Do something, for the love of Salazar!” He shrieked. “Fix this Y/N! Fix it now; I’m running out of candy!”

And with this, James dissolved into a fit of laughter, causing Barty to pause and whip his head to face him.

Remus wasn’t always Barty’s biggest fan, but he knew that you cared for him and more importantly, he cared for you, and right now Remus could kiss the sod right on the mouth for managing to bring a smile to James' face.

“Is this a fucking joke to you, Potter?” Barty asked incredulously, causing James to laugh harder and even encouraging a laugh from you. Barty’s face softened immediately at the sound and turned to beam at you. 

“There!” He proclaimed then. “All better!”

And with that, Barty headed towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

“You’re welcome everyone! I just corrected a major blip in the universe; but this is the last time I do it for free!”

James began to catch his breath and wipe away tears from under his eyes. 

“See?” You said, reaching across to gently shake James’ wrist. James caught your hand before you could pull it away from him. “Even Barty likes you just the way you are. And he hates Gryffindors.”

James barked another laugh at that and let out a steadying breath. 

“Not as much as we do, though.” Remus pressed, resting his forehead against James’ temple as he pulled him closer into his side. 

“Thank you guys.” James admitted quietly, squeezing your hand that he still held captive over the table.

“There’s nothing to thank us for, bubs.” You insisted, causing Sirius to snort.

“Yeah. These two did fuck all; you should be thanking Junior.” 

You all started laughing again, distributing lollies to the younger students sitting around you.

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

[rubyinthebooks]

“Circe’s tits, Moons, is it almost your time of the month?”

He was answered with a dinner roll being thrown at his head.

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were in nappies; I’m pretty sure we were engaged to be wed at one point. I think you can go ahead and call me Sirius.”

With that, Barty turned his pocket inside out and piled what had to be almost thirty lollipops in front of James.

“Why do you have so many lollies, Junior?” Sirius asked…“None of your sodding business, Black…" “Why do you have so many lollies?” Remus asked instead…“I was trying to quit smoking. Now I’m just addicted to sugar and cigarettes..."

BAHAHA I know this was supposed to be a sad fic, but I actually laughed so much! Elle, you're awesome!

[h0rsegirlpercy]

A guinea pig that can command the seas

[rubyinthebooks]

I took this as him giving her a clue that he was Percy Pig- as in 'this guinea pig is your friend, not the other ones'

[rubyinthebooks]

au where penelope was pregnant when ody left. he had no idea. so he comes home, and theres this 19 year old girl who looks like his wife. and she's been traumatized by the suitors most of her life. And Telemacus is ridiculously protective of her.

And that siren was RIGHT.

let me know if you have other ideas for this.

[rubyinthebooks]

okay, i know i have some followers. I need prompts. throw your Marauders x reader prompts at me. i might write them

[g1rld1ary]

halloween night - james potter x fem!reader

wc: 691 summary: a few halloweens spent with james. angst. me: happy halloween guys! this is queued as i am at a halloween party currently lol but hope yall r hanging in well on our national day of mourning

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It’s Halloween and you’re seventeen, dressed up in a sorry excuse for a costume, more concerned with looking hot than retaining any sense of terror or accuracy. You think James might finally notice you tonight. He’s dressed as Superman, cape and all, dancing around the party like he hasn’t a care in the world. He looked at you before, though, long and thoughtful, like he was really seeing you for the first time.

It’s Halloween and you’re eighteen, wearing a couples costume for the first time in your life. James had somehow convinced you to go as Danny and Sandy from Grease — though he tells everyone all night that it was your idea — and despite neither of you looking like the actors, compliments flow all night. Your boyfriend hardly leaves your side all party, hand glued to your waist as you wander through a school friend’s house, greeting classmates and old friends with overflowing joy. There’s a war going on, but right now everything feels perfect.

It’s Halloween and you’re nineteen, freshly engaged and crammed into Remus and Sirius’ tiny apartment to celebrate. You and James are dressed as Leia and Han Solo, but your ring is attracting more attention than any costume. Both of your parents expressed concern that you’re both so young, but with both of you being such active members of the resistance, it feels necessary. Besides, you know that James Potter is the only man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

It’s Halloween and you’re twenty, pregnant with your first child and locked away inside of a safe house to protect all three of you. It’s scary and tense, but you and James are making the best of it; carving pumpkins, telling each other scary stories and playing the Monster Mash on repeat. It was hard to be bothered, but you’d both managed to put together costumes from what you already had in your wardrobe — Saturday Night Fever inspired, with the red dress and white suit. It wasn’t what you’d always planned when you pictured your twenties, but at least you’re with the love of your life, and soon you’d have a real family.

It’s Halloween, and you’re twenty-one, and you’re still in the damn safe house. But you have a child, a son, and the world seems just a little brighter every day. You and James dress baby Harry as the teensiest ghost and take a million pictures, your first Halloween as a real family. James has put on the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack, which always makes you think of Sirius, whom you miss quite a bit right now. You can imagine him dancing salaciously around your living room in vivid colour. “I’ll be right back,” you say, remembering you need to change Harry’s diaper. You’re upstairs when you hear the doorbell ring and brighten up, Peter had promised to bring you both some sweets to make up for being hidden away still.

You’re twenty-one and you know something is terribly wrong when you don’t hear James’ dramatic greeting to his friend, only a strangled cry and a dull thud of something heavy falling onto the carpet of your entryway. Terror runs sharp through your body as you realise exactly what’s happening, and you scan the room for anything that can help you. Your wand is downstairs next to the record player, and a baby nursery isn’t exactly helpful for self-defence.

It’s Halloween, and you’re twenty-one, the footsteps are getting nearer, and you know you’re running out of time. So you turn to face your baby in his cot, grateful that your last moments get to be spent staring at the baby who already looks so much like his father, like the love of your life. As the blinding pain spreads across each nerve, you can’t help thinking that at least you’ll never have to live a day without James Potter in it.

[rubyinthebooks]

My HEART.

[rubyinthebooks]

And Beauty fell in Love with the Beast

Summary: Remus thinks you’re beautiful. He thinks he’s a monster. You think he’s cute, apparently.

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Word count: 478 (that feels low)

A/N: This fic is dedicated to @ellecdc. Elle, you have inspired me to start writing more Marauders fics, and I love you so much for it. Months ago, I told you I was going to dedicate the first fic I posted to you (you probably don't remember that), and now it's here! (This is an entirely different fic than the one I was working on at the time lol) I hope you enjoy!

CW: down bad!remus, fem!reader, no use of y/n, please let me know if there's anything else!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

Remus can’t keep himself from staring at you. Sitting across the classroom from him, face buried in your notes, quill moving back and forth across the parchment. You’ve never looked more beautiful. But you always look beautiful to him. The first time he saw you, at the beginning of fourth year, two years ago, his first thought was How haven’t I noticed her before? He’s been hooked ever since. But you’d never notice him. And even if you did…He’s a monster. He’s not worth you. And you’d never want him.

“Class!” Professor Binns’s voice snaps Remus out of his reverie. “I’ve assigned your partners for this project. You’ll see them listed on the board.” Remus’ first thought is What project?, and his second, when he looks up at the board, isn’t so much a thought as it is a cocktail of terror and excitement.

You’re his partner.

Sirius rises from the seat next to Remus and goes to sit next to his partner (Lily), and you take the seat he just left. Remus is paralyzed.

“Okay, do you want to research the first or second goblin rebellion?”

“I-I- Which one do you want?”

“I’ll do the first. You can do the second.” “O-Okay.”

Over the next week, Remus met up with you in the library as the two of you researched the first two goblin wars. Remus kept trying to work up the courage to say something to you that wasn’t about the project. But he’s nervous. What if you didn’t see him that way? He’s a monster. He doesn’t deserve you.

But one day, sitting next to each other in the library, you look up from your book. “Remus?”

He looks up from his own book. “Yeah?”

“Look, I- this might be a stupid question, and if you hate this idea, we can forget it ever happened, but- wouldyougotoHogsmeadewithmethisweekend?”

Remus freezes up. Because he’s fairly certain he heard you right, but you said it so fast. “Say that again, but slower?”

“Would you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

So he did hear you right. “Really? I- why me?”

Your face turns a shade of red, and Remus is immediately embarrassed for asking. But you’ve already opened your mouth to answer, so he doesn’t stop you.

“You’re- I think you’re really cute. And- you’re funny, and smart, and-”

There’s a war going on inside Remus. On one hand, the girl of his dreams is asking him out. On the other…who knows how your opinion would change if you knew who- no, what- he really was. Eventually, the first thing wins out.

Remus puts his hand over yours on the table. “You don’t have to keep singing my praises, lovely. I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.”

You smile, and suddenly, Remus has a new mission in life. He wants to make you smile as often as possible.

Let me know if I should keep this going! Series maybe?

This author appreciates constructive feedback and any/all compliments!

[rubyinthebooks]

Editors note: also dedicated to @anawritez-posts, whose sprawling unviverse of fics has inspired me to go beyond one-shot y/n fics and maybe write a series someday!

[rubyinthebooks]

10 posts!

Hopefully more fics to come!

[rubyinthebooks]

And Beauty fell in Love with the Beast

Summary: Remus thinks you’re beautiful. He thinks he’s a monster. You think he’s cute, apparently.

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Word count: 478 (that feels low)

A/N: This fic is dedicated to @ellecdc. Elle, you have inspired me to start writing more Marauders fics, and I love you so much for it. Months ago, I told you I was going to dedicate the first fic I posted to you (you probably don't remember that), and now it's here! (This is an entirely different fic than the one I was working on at the time lol) I hope you enjoy!

CW: down bad!remus, fem!reader, no use of y/n, please let me know if there's anything else!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

Remus can’t keep himself from staring at you. Sitting across the classroom from him, face buried in your notes, quill moving back and forth across the parchment. You’ve never looked more beautiful. But you always look beautiful to him. The first time he saw you, at the beginning of fourth year, two years ago, his first thought was How haven’t I noticed her before? He’s been hooked ever since. But you’d never notice him. And even if you did…He’s a monster. He’s not worth you. And you’d never want him.

“Class!” Professor Binns’s voice snaps Remus out of his reverie. “I’ve assigned your partners for this project. You’ll see them listed on the board.” Remus’ first thought is What project?, and his second, when he looks up at the board, isn’t so much a thought as it is a cocktail of terror and excitement.

You’re his partner.

Sirius rises from the seat next to Remus and goes to sit next to his partner (Lily), and you take the seat he just left. Remus is paralyzed.

“Okay, do you want to research the first or second goblin rebellion?”

“I-I- Which one do you want?”

“I’ll do the first. You can do the second.” “O-Okay.”

Over the next week, Remus met up with you in the library as the two of you researched the first two goblin wars. Remus kept trying to work up the courage to say something to you that wasn’t about the project. But he’s nervous. What if you didn’t see him that way? He’s a monster. He doesn’t deserve you.

But one day, sitting next to each other in the library, you look up from your book. “Remus?”

He looks up from his own book. “Yeah?”

“Look, I- this might be a stupid question, and if you hate this idea, we can forget it ever happened, but- wouldyougotoHogsmeadewithmethisweekend?”

Remus freezes up. Because he’s fairly certain he heard you right, but you said it so fast. “Say that again, but slower?”

“Would you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

So he did hear you right. “Really? I- why me?”

Your face turns a shade of red, and Remus is immediately embarrassed for asking. But you’ve already opened your mouth to answer, so he doesn’t stop you.

“You’re- I think you’re really cute. And- you’re funny, and smart, and-”

There’s a war going on inside Remus. On one hand, the girl of his dreams is asking him out. On the other…who knows how your opinion would change if you knew who- no, what- he really was. Eventually, the first thing wins out.

Remus puts his hand over yours on the table. “You don’t have to keep singing my praises, lovely. I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.”

You smile, and suddenly, Remus has a new mission in life. He wants to make you smile as often as possible.

Let me know if I should keep this going! Series maybe?

This author appreciates constructive feedback and any/all compliments!

[aridoesthing]

give a grossly oversimplified summary of one of your favorite musicals. i'll go first.

they raise the price for a piece of paper and everyone's pissed about it.

[rubyinthebooks]

Here's a few:

An eleven-year-old meets four immortals. One of them wants to marry her. There's a murder.

Dude doesn't listen to instructions from a literal GOD.

Fairy tale chaos.

Guy invents a magic car. Takes his kids and the lady he's (not-so-secretly) in love with on a trip. His kids get kidnapped in a foreign country and Dad starts a revolution.

13-year-olds figuring out life.

Who wants to guess?

[zetadyllica]

i’ve been thinking about riordanverse demigods and their mommy issues.

annabeth, piper, alex fierro: my mom is an absent goddess who’s kind of a bitch to me and my loved ones

jason, thalia, hazel: my mom was a messed up person when she was alive

nico, leo, frank, magnus chase: my mom died years ago but she was a wonderful person and i miss her every day

percy jackson and will solace: MY MOM 🤱 is my BEST 🤩 FRIEND 👯 she is so LOVELY 🥰 and KIND 💕 and COOL 😎 and i’m having DINNER 🍽️ WITH HER ON SATURDAY 🥳💫🤪

[rubyinthebooks]

Kayla: i don't have a mom

[marzipanandminutiae]

"Not all men-"

You're right; his royal highness Christopher Rupert Windermere Vladimir Carl Alexander François Reginald Lancelot Herman Gregory James would never do this

[rubyinthebooks]

"HERMAN??"