#remus's socks are so wet in this btw ... its chronic ..

[colgatebluemintygel]

hello there tp!! might i pls perhaps have a little taste of sad soggy scottish seaside au (aka selkie remus)....🤭 a fun fact or two or perhaps a minty fresh lil snip....🤭😌 hope ur having a lovely week MUAH xx

SASHH ofccc one sad n soggy snippette comin up just for U ! <333 (i chatted about the premise here w everyone's fav wild cat also xxx)

It was a strange thing to be awake, Remus thought. It was not often that he simply existed, without a thought of what was to come or what had already passed. It was only at night when he felt really, truly present.

Each night moved in waves, in blue echoes and the tang of salt. Tightly embraced by his sealskin, the sea carried his in the palms of its hands, the currents passing him from one to another.

Surrounding him with its heavy lightness, the sea muffled sound, softened light, and let him float, float, float. As he swam, he’d catch glimpses of his tail, his seal fur golden in the moonlight.

Some nights, he paddled in rock pools as clams looked up at him, their smiles wonky in the rippling water, while the splashing waves whispered words of comfort. Hermit crabs inched around him, threatening him with tiny their pincers. He ignored them as he bathed beneath the stars, his whiskers twitching.

Other nights, and they were the worst, were a blur of red, bloody red. He would go to bed in the early hours of the morning, hair damp and salty, with angry welts down his arms and legs, where jagged cuts had marred his golden fur.

Every night, while the rest of the manor slumbered, Remus would creep down to the rocky inlet where his golden sealskin was hidden.

Every night, he held his breath, only to let it out in relief.

Until one day, it was gone.