summary/prompt pt.2: poly!marauders x reader, a failed attempt and a year later, y/n is finally okaywarning(s): serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health
It had been two months. The worst two months of their lives. The Marauders watched from afar as their now ex girlfriend killed herself, and said ex girlfriend had to watch as her lovers sat in each other's arms, basking in each other's presence. It was all too much. She couldn't take it anymore.
Today was a rare day where Y/n wasn't on anything. Her system was clear and a bright smile was on her face. Almost everyone felt uncomfortable about the sudden change, wondering why she was suddenly... okay. Truth is she was the farthest from that that she's ever been.
"Oh my gosh! Y/n, I love your necklace. Where did you get it?" Lily Evans, one of Y/n's best friends, asked as Y/n sat down at the table. She sat as far away from the Marauders as she could, which proved difficult as Lily loved sitting next to them.
Y/n smiled and reached behind her head, swiftly unclasping the necklace and dangling it in front of Lily, "Here, have it."
Lily shook her head, "Oh no, I couldn't take it."
"No, I swear it's fine. It's not really my style anyway. It'd look much better on you than me." Y/n insisted and Lily hesitantly took the necklace.
The thing is, that was Y/n's favorite necklace. One her mom had given her when she was just a little girl, before she became a disappointment. The Marauders knew that. They shared uneasy looks, confused as to why she would so easily hand over her favorite possession,
"Awh, that was sweet, Y/n." Marlene said, admiring the golden necklace that now lay beautifully across Lily's chest.
"Oh, here. You can have my bracelet. I always see you eyeing it." She removed the bracelet and handed it to Marlene.
"Oh, thank you, Y/n. How kind." She said with her brows furrowed.
"Of course." Y/n responded with a smile.
It had been like that all day. She had given away everything that was complimented and constantly gave people hugs and told them she loved me. It was weird, for lack of a better term. It wasn't only people close to her that noticed the unusualness either. It was classmates and teachers as well, even the paintings that lined the walls noticed a difference. It left an uneasy pit in everyone's stomach.
That night, Remus sat at his desk with his hand holding up his head as he was deep in thought.
James gently placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, "Moony? What's going on in that head of yours?" James asked and Sirius perked up at the question, also wanting to know the answer.
Remus shook his head, "S'nothing."
Sirius let out a short laugh, "You're full of shit. You've got that face. You only get that face when you're thinking of something."
"Oh, yeah. You're right. He does have a thinking face." James agreed and Sirius nodded.
"I know right, he goes like-" Sirius made an exaggerated facial expression.
"No, that looks nothing like him, dimwit. It's like this-" Remus tuned them out as they fought.
He went over every interaction Y/n had had that he witnessed throughout the day. She was acting so strange. Even before all the weed and drugs she never just gave away her possessions. She loved her things and held them close to her heart. So why was she giving it all away? And why was she suddenly showing so much affection? And why now? What changed? And why does Remus feel like he's forgetting somethin-
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