Ok I’m 99% sure you wrote the Sirius x reader where they’re friends with benefits and to make reader jealous he brings up phone calls and letters from women trying to get with him???? I’ve been searching tumblr for a week to find it again.
nah luv that’s not me but if anyone knows who it is pls link it below!!!
Hey! I don't know if you even come on here anymore, but I hope you're doing well!! I miss you and your writing, and I hope you're taking care of yourself
hi, thanks so much for the kind message <3 i’m still online most of the time, just not posting. I have so many ideas for stories to write but bc i’ve been gone so long idk if anyone would even want to read them so that’s where i’m at creatively.
It’s ok to make mistakes & it’s ok to write “cringy” content. Writers evolve in their craft every day so don’t underestimate the value of your content. We all come from somewhere
Summary: After y/n’s older brother James and his wife Lily are murdered. Sirius is sentenced to Azkaban for giving their location Voldemort. Y/N is left to raise Harry, alone. Now that Sirius is free, he wants to be part of Harry’s life…and to set the record straight with y/n. Who he’s still madly in love with.
Notes/Warnings: Angst, betrayal, lovers to enemies to lovers, and some good old smut.
Words: 2.8k+
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You’re nineteen years old. Just turned, to be precise, when your older brother James and his wife Lily are killed. Murdered by Lord Voldemort, and Sirius Black was the one to betray them.
The first night is the worst. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall arrive at your doorstep. Delivering the news along with your nephew, Harry. Who is little more than a year old.
“Lily was pregnant.” You say, not because it changes anything. But because someone should know, someone besides you and…that traitor who got them killed. So you don’t have to carry it around like an ugly secret.
“I’m very sorry y/n.” McGonagall rests a hand on your shoulder. “Seeing as both sets of grandparents are deceased, you are next of kin, along with Lily’s sister Petunia. But seeing as you are also named godmother-“
“I’ll take him.” You say firmly. “I’ll take care of Harry.”
i will be returning to writing soon. i’m not gonna day an exact date bc i don’t wanna make promises that i can’t keep but very shortly i will be posting new content.
Hey I saw the post aboutthe plagiarism. I apologize if you don't want to a swer but I saw that you said your work was stolen and the other comments of people there as well, what's going on? I'm very lost...
So, to my understanding, there is someone taking stories from different writers on Tumblr and publishing them on Wattpad as if they were their own. I had three of my fics stolen. The stories have been taken down now, however.
As you all probably are aware, people have found their work has been stolen by user @palomazuniga on Wattpad in a book titled “Fred and George Weasley (Imagines and one shots)” Several writers, including @harrysweasleys and more have had their work taken and reuploaded without consent or awareness that this was happening. I’m really happy that the writers involved are reaching out to the person doing this in order to, hopefully, get credit - or even better - get the work taken down, but I wanted to find the other writers and give credit where it’s due. I’ll also be commenting these on the stolen work on wattpad obviously but I figured I’d make a post here with links and credit to the original authors of the work. If there are any I cannot find, I expect you all to asume that it most certainly does NOT belong to Palomazuniga.
So far I’ve found (and I’m doing this in the order they’re posted in the stolen work):
Detention Blues - by MadameInserts on Deviantart
Mistletoe in spring by @weasleyimaginewheezes
Rain check? by @potter-imagines
PDA by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Stay here by @weasley-imagines
Moon and back by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Jumper wars by @d31m1
Troubled thoughts by @lupinlongbottom
My promise by @weasley-imagines
Cuddling with George would include - by @writings-of-a-british-fangirl
Here by @potterlyimagines
Wake up, love by @imagine-x-everything
Cuddling by @fredisababe
Thunderstorm by @weasley-imagines
Comfort by PrincessPrankster on Deviantart
Not too bad by @potter-imagines
Forgiveness by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms
Sappy dates by @potter-imagines
Sweater Weather by @roonilwazlibimagines
I need you to kiss it better by @roonilwazlibimagines
Christmas fun by @weasley-imagines
Eiffel tower by @potter-imagines
Jealous boyfriend by @potter-imagines
The proposal (engaged on wattpad) - @geminio-weasley-imagines
You lied to me by @hpimaginethat
Red thread by @peachyypotterarchive
Late night cuddling by @potter-imagines
Endlessly by Miss-Union-Jack on Deviantart
Christmas lights and sweet memories - unknown
The proposal by @eleven-times-lively
Picnic on the pitch by @eleven-times-lively
Moving in by @eleven-times-lively
In sickness, in health by @weasleyimaginewheezes
Perfect by @megslangley02
The proposal by AnnaeJD on Ao3
Tickle fights by @megslangley02
Christmas morning by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics
Home - unknown
Ring by @saunteredvaguelydownward
Never leave your side by @potter-imagines
I’m sorry by @potter-imagines
Stay here all day by @imagining-potter
Safe and sound by @weasleyimaginewheezes
Bedridden boyfriend by @fredisababe
Never alone by @weasleyimaginewheezes
detention with the toad by @always-oneshots
View by unknown
snow day by @thoseofgreatambition
sleight of hand by @lupinlongbottom
It’s my fault by @weasley-imagines
engagement judgement by @imaginethatalena
There’s that smile by @accio-imagines
Naptime by @thoseofgreatambition
Christmas magic by @accio-imagines
Hope by unkown
Scaring you by @fallern618
Eye on the prize by @lupinlongbottom
My felix felicis by @randomfandomimagine
If you die, I’m going to kill you by @hpimaginethat
together by unknown
night to remember by @potter-imagines
Not without you by unknown
Christmas with the Weasleys by @immortal-imagines
Torture by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul
The right time by @mrsssiriusblack
Please don’t hurt her by @fredisababe
Gifts by @acromantulla
I’ll protect you by @randomfandomimagine
Before I leave by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics
The daughter of Sirius Black by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics
Fire by @accio-imagines
I love you too much by @imaginesfromthewizardingworld
Secret relationship by @weasley-imagines
The burrow by @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul
The war by unknown
Fred being an absolute pain by @freddieweasleywashere
You want to marry me? by @weasley-kings
Rescued by @rillyroo
Fred being a third wheel by @thoseofgreatambition
Beater’s worst nightmare by @the-weasleys-girl
almost (insults on wattpad) by @pufflyhallows
Foul play by @weasley-kings
And to the stars we go by @harrysweasleys (Since Alexa is well aware of the situation I won’t spam her with tags but note that several of her works were stolen)
Maybe some day (parts 1+2) by @weasleyimaginewheezes
Stars by @imobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms
Well. This is certainly not how I imagined spending my morning, but here we are. I know this is a long post. Some of the authors who have been tagged here may even already know that their work has been taken. My hopes in making this post are that the authors mentioned here will take action on their own with the knowledge that the writing community here will back them up every step of the way. I hope that this person (whom I assume is either a child or a very childish person) takes the work down or at the least comes clean about stealing the stories. It breaks my heart to know that this “book” has been raking in readers, comments etc with this person taking credit meanwhile the actual writers who put in the hours of writing, editing and publishing have no idea. I’m hoping this also serves as a sort of fic rec list where you can all go and read/re-read these stories and give the original authors some love. God knows they deserve it!
I’ll be making a tiktok and tagging some people who make weasley related content in order to maybe spread some more awareness there since the majority of people on weasley tiktok seem to prefer wattpad over tumblr (only god knows why but that’s their fish to fry)
signal boosting this not only bc it was my work that was stolen but bc plagiarism is never okay! creators spend way too much time on their work for it to be stolen.
summary. remus goes to the yule ball hoping you’ll be there after weeks of trying unsuccessfully to ask you, you go with very similar intentions in mind. however, dances really aren’t “things” either of you particularly enjoy so you skip it together.
word count. 2k.
warning(s). smoking which is bad, one (1) singular curse word, mutual pining (😎).
a/n. basically, this was heavily inspired by the vibe of the perks of being a wallflower so yeah, that’s all.
Remus realized he probably should’ve stayed in his dorm. It was a realization that came all too late as he’d already forced himself into a stuffy suit just to spend most of the night leaning against the wall, watching everyone else dance.
He thought that was a good enough way to pass the time. And some part of him hoped that leaning against the wall alone made him look aloof and mysterious, as if everything about him didn’t exude the exact opposite of that. As it turned out, people watching was boring and amounted to ultimately nothing when there wasn’t someone there with him to make sarcastic comments with.
There was also the fact that there was nothing at all that interested him about the dance or most of its participants. The Great Hall was packed full of students and the air was so sticky Remus could hardly breathe. It was mass of bodies writhing along to whatever song the band was playing. Remus couldn’t say he recognized it.
He could barely make out the faces in the crowd. He could only spot James and Lily because Lily’s hair stood out as they danced in small circles with Lily’s head on his shoulder. Sirius, he knew, had already left with some Ravenclaw girl he’d picked up.
At least James and Sirius were having a nice night.
Remus’ eyes roamed across the crowd again. It wasn’t as if he were looking for anyone in particular. No, that would betray his mysterious and aloof disposition. He was simply gazing and if he happened to spot the one person he’d been hoping to see all night, well then, what a happy coincidence that would be.
It had been an off-chance really. He had no certainty that you’d come but even the faint chance that he might run into you was enough for him.
He should’ve asked you. No one could say he never tried. On a few occasions, he’d walk up to you with this entire speech planned and then you’d turn to look at him and he’d go completely blank. He’d stutter out some awkward small talk before excusing himself and then he’d keep himself awake that nighthaunted by how absolutely stupid he had been.
He’d at least managed to ask you if you were coming and, of course, you just shrugged. He didn’t want to push the matter so he just took that as your answer.
He’d thought about it a thousand times, if he was being honest. Whenever he got the dorm alone, which was rare, he’d stand in front of the mirror practicing how he’d “accidentally” bump into you and would ask you for a dance. But, granted, he’d also practiced asking you to the Yule Ball so chances were asking you to dance would go just about the same.
If you’d even show up. He’d spent hours pondering what exactly your shrug meant and concluded, mostly in an attempt to be optimistic, that it meant you would probably be coming. Despite the fact that it was just as likely that it meant you weren’t coming. And as it seems the latter happened to hold true.
He was about ready to leave, hoping that Sirius had not brought the Ravenclaw back to their dorm so that he could just get some sleep. That’s when you joined him on the wall.
He didn’t even notice you inching closer to him, too wrapped up in his endless spiral of overthinking. “Where are your buddies,” you asked him.
He turned to you so quickly you were surprised he didn’t have whiplash. You gave him a smile as he stood there trying to maintain his appearance of calm apathy. “They um...well, I’ve no idea where Sirius and Peter are but James is right over there with Lily.”
Your gaze followed the trail of his pointed finger, leaning into him for a better view of the dancing pair. “They’re a sweet couple, huh?”
Remus nodded, taking a sip of his drink so he wouldn’t have to speak. He was afraid he’d say something absolutely stupid and would ruin what was beginning to be a good conversation.
You turned back to him, nudging him in the side gently. “So you decided to go stag?”
“Yeah, I...um, I guess you could say that. Are you,” he paused, trying to find the words, “here with anyone?”
“Well, wouldn’t you like to know.” You smirked, leaning in to him just slightly. “I’m not for the record.”
“Oh, okay. That’s good—no! I don’t mean that it’s good, I just mean...” You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to finish his thought. He never did, instead he took another swig of his drink.
You both stood there, staring out into the crowd and not quite saying anything. It wasn’t exactly awkward, thankfully. Remus was just glad to have someone to stand there with him, it felt like company even if you weren’t talking.
But Remus knew just standing there wouldn’t be enough for the entire night. You’d get bored and wander off and he’d be alone again. He had to do something quick. Make his move, as Sirius had continually urged him to do.
It was nothing like he’d practiced. When you were actually in front of him, it was as if he couldn’t think and his tongue felt heavy so he couldn’t speak. But if he was going to ask you to dance, it was now or never.
He turned to you and at the exact same time you were doing the same. You locked eyes and shit.
Remus hadn’t even had time to notice the black dress you were wearing. It was strappy and simple and so very you, which is what made it beautiful, and he didn’t want to stare like a creep but it really did suit you. And that was it. Remus’ brain shortcircuited and he was left there staring at you with his mouth hung open like a drooling idiot.
You spoke for him. “Hey, do you maybe wanna get out of here?”
Remus smiled. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected but leaving this ridiculous dance and with you was so much better than anything he could’ve imagined.
“Merlin, yes.”
-
Again, Remus wasn’t a creep. It was something he prided himself on but also something he had to keep reminding himself whenever he was with you. He stared an unreasonable amount but who could blame him.
You’d snuck him up to the very top of the Astronomy tower where you could be alone. You sat down on the wall looking out at the grounds and smoking a cigarette which Remus had lit. You blew smoke into the night sky and Remus was captivated by the way the moon bounced off your skin. There was something to be said about the moon illuminating a beautiful face and making it all the more beautiful.
You turned to Remus and he tried to look away quickly as if he hadn’t been looking in the first place. As if you couldn’t feel him looking that entire time. You smiled at him and decided not to embarrass him by pointing it out, no matter how much you liked it when he squirmed. It was adorable but you didn’t feel like messing with him tonight.
“You smoke,” you asked him. He looked back up at you.
“From time to time, yes.” You held out your cigarette to him and he took it between his fingers savoring the moment your fingers brushed his momentarily. There was a stain from your lipstick on the edge of the cigarette.
He took a hit, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth and coughing a bit. You slid down the wall you were sitting on to join him on the floor.
He passed the cigarette back to you. “You’ll get your dress dirty.” You shrugged, placing the cigarette neatly between your lips.
“I hate school dances, you know?”
“Me too. They’re just so awkward, there should be a permanent ban on them.” You laughed and Remus was glad to have made you do so. You had a pretty smile and an even prettier laugh.
“Yeah, school dances suck.” Silence settled between you once again and Remus watched the way you played with the hem of your dress. He wanted to do something, to reach out and touch you maybe or say something funny and make you laugh again but none of that seemed right.
Instead, he folded his hands in his laps and stared at them.
“I came hoping I’d see you, Remus.” Remus lifted his head up, looking at you. He was almost certain he hadn’t heard you properly.
“Me?” His eyebrows furrowed because no, that couldn’t be right. You were staring out at the moon, not wanting to meet his eye but you nodded.
“Yeah, I was hoping I’d see you there. I wouldn’t have come otherwise.” Remus couldn’t believe the words you were saying, he felt like he was dreaming.
“I...um,” you continued. You looked at him. “I got a few offers from some other people in our class but I was hoping you’d ask me so I turned them down.” Remus had never heard you speak so softly before. You always spoke with a certain level of confidence that he’d always admired but now you seemed so small.
“I should’ve asked you. I wanted to, I swear.” You got to your feet, leaning against the wall propped up on your forearms so you wouldn’t have to look at him.
“Then why didn’t you?” You blew out a plume of smoke, shaking the ash from the edge of the cigarette.
Remus stood and practically ran to your side. “I-I don’t know. I guess I just psyched myself out every time I tried and I was nervous you might say no.”
You smiled because there was absolutely no way you would’ve said no. “How do you know unless you try?” You snubbed out what remained of your cigarette before throwing it over the edge of the tower. You looked at him and it took everything in him not to go red from the intensity of the look you gave him.
“I don’t know. I just thought...you’re totally out of my league, so I figured...” He ended his sentence with a shrug. You scoffed at him.
“If you think I give a shit about ‘leagues’ then you must not know me very well. I like you, Remus Lupin.” Remus once again found himself at a loss for words because wow is that not how he expected this night to go.
“I...I like you too. I’ve liked you for the longest times.” You gave him a disbelieving look and he continued. “No, seriously, I-I’ve just never known how to tell you because whenever I’m around you it’s just hard to think or speak or do anything besides look at you.”
You laughed. “So you were just going to keep thinking about it but never do anything?”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do with them. “Yeah, sorta.”
You shook your head. “Remus, you can’t live like that. If you wait your entire life for the right moment or for what you want to just miraculously land in your lap then you’ll miss every good thing you could’ve had. And then you’re just left with regrets?”
You were right. He didn’t want to get old and have only what-ifs and what-could’ve-beens. He wanted memories and moments he couldn’t forget. And right now, at that very moment, he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you very badly. He didn’t want to think about kissing you or practice kissing you in the mirror, he just wanted to do it.
So he did.
His hands came up to either side of your face and as if you were anticipating it, your hands rose to meet his. His mouth was on yours as he pushed you back against the wall that surrounded the top of the tower. And if he got flustered talking to you, it was nothing compared to kissing you. He felt dizzy and hot all over but he didn’t want to stop.
He pulled away, trying to catch his breath. “How’s that for impulsive,” he said breathlessly.
You laughed, laying your forehead against his chest. “Not bad, Lupin. Not bad.”
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