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Ghostlight Ch. 12

cw: allusions to depression, addiction, possible past emotional abuse, smoking, drinking alcohol

As it turned out, the alien planet Remus had thought he’d landed on was, in fact, Brooklyn. Greenpoint to be exact.

In the seven years Remus had lived in the city, somehow he’d never come to Greenpoint; it’d always been so out of the way. In truth, he rarely came out to Brooklyn at all. He lived in Washington Heights; if he made any friends in Brooklyn it was basically committing to a long distance relationship. But Greenpoint? Forget long distance—on second thought, maybe his assumptions of living on an alien planet hadn’t been so far off.

The clinking of dishware brought Remus back to Earth. Sirius was reaching in one of the cabinets to retrieve some mugs and the hem of his shirt was quickly following suit; Remus kept his eyes focused on the coffee pot.

To his crushing embarrassment, they had landed back in the kitchen. While the mess had since been cleaned, his shame still lay scattered across the hardwood floors.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/91124947#workskin

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Ghostlight Ch. 11

cw: allusions to depression, possible past emotional abuse, smoking, drinking alcohol, and one mention of throwing up (no actual getting sick)

Remus wasn’t snooping. Snooping implied lurking in shadows; Remus was merely perusing the massive collection of books adorning the floor to ceiling shelves in Sirius’… living room. Office? There was no formal desk, only two matching deep mahogany leather couches he’d—up until that point—assumed only existed in posh English boarding schools.

This room, like each of the previous, was decorated in a style somewhere between eccentric and manic. From afar, the shelves didn’t seem to be organized any set way, but the closer he got, the less things made sense. There were clusters of books arranged by color; greens next to oranges, blues interspliced with yellows, nothing that would make a book easier to find. There were leatherbound first editions standing next to paperback novels worn so heavily the spines seemed to only be held together by a few threads and sheer force of will.

And that was just the one wall; books bled out onto the tables and window panes. Between the leather couches a brick-laid fireplace and mantle stood proudly covered in them, which would have constituted a fire hazard, had it obviously not been in use for quite some time. In the hearth there was no wood or ash—just countless more stacks of leather bound tomes. He ran his fingers along an embossed gold cross and felt a bubble of laughter escape his chest. He was touching a bible. They were all bibles; some old, some new, some ornately decorated while others looked stolen from hotel room night stands. He hadn’t been raised in a particularly religious household, this act had to constitute a sin of some kind. Or maybe a direct ticket to hell.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/91124725

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Ghostlight Ch. 10

cw: references to alcohol, drugs, mild violence, depression, concussions, and panic attacks

“Remus is a strange name.”

“… I guess?”

“I like strange names.”

“Oh,” he hesitated, “that’s good then.”

“My partner’s name is Ted. God, don’t even get me started on them—they could have chosen any name! Any. Name. Xander, or Florian, or Dune—Dune would’ve been a cool name right?! But nope—Ted. Just Ted.” She shook her head ruefully, but any lingering resentment was overshadowed by the clear adoration mirrored in her soft gray eyes. “Gorgeous beyond belief, but they’ve got the imagination of a doorknob. Guess that’s why they married me, huh? Alright love, just follow the light for me, would you?”

Andromeda Tonks, or Andy—as she insisted she be called—was unlike any doctor Remus had ever met. In the approximately three minutes since she had walked through the door, she’d told him more about her family and work than he had gotten out of Sirius in the past two months combined. All the while checking his vitals and cognitive function with unnerving efficiency. He didn’t know whether to be impressed or terrified by someone who could multitask at such an advanced capacity.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/89590420

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Ghostlight Ch. 9

cw: references to alcohol, drugs, mild violence, depression, and panic attacks

“Do I look like someone who couldn’t kick somebody’s ass if I wanted to? When have you ever known me to take shit? From anybody ? You’re such a fucking—no—you’re both fucking idiots. I swear to god, you—last night—oh god, I can’t even begin to—and who in their right mind stays out till 5am and then goes for a run ? Psychotic, stupid, sweaty boy—if I hadn’t been with him I’d have sworn he was snorting coke or something—and oh my god stop looking at me like that.”

Remus stared up at her skeptically from where he sat on the bathroom’s tile floor. Frankly, it was difficult to look away from Lily Evans when she was on the warpath like this, but he tried to play it off the best he could. “If I’m looking at you weird it’s only because there are three of you and I’m figuring out which one to make eye contact with.”

“Ha ha,” she spat back without humor. Her hand carefully dabbed a damp cloth against the wound on his head, only to pull back a moment later. “You’re not actually seeing double, right? Because I still think going to the ER isn’t a bad idea—“

“No hospital,” he groaned for the 50th time. “See?” He touched each of his index fingers to the tip of his nose in quick succession to prove his point. “Perfectly fine.”

“That’s if you’re drunk.”

“Same difference.”

“It is not—“

“I’m kidding! Kidding, I swear,” he said earnestly.

“You hit your head really hard—“

“Finally, a use for my thick skull,” he jested, eager to skew the conversation in a different direction.

“Not funny.”

“Maybe not, but quick, right?” He raised his eyebrows like he was performing a parlor trick. “Concussed Remus could never.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/86210065

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Ghostlight Ch. 8

cw: alcohol/substance use, one instance of vomiting, overheard possible assault Living in New York isn’t like how it is in movies. There’s no rent-controlled, vaguely bohemian, charming two bedroom apartment in the West Village set conveniently on top of a kitschy coffee shop. Living in New York is watching a cockroach crawl out of the shower drain—while in the shower. It’s discovering a mummified rat’s nest behind the chunk of drywall ripped out by the shelf it was supposed to hold up. It’s paying over half your monthly income to rent a glorified shoebox that’s still over a half hour on the train to get to work. So when Remus woke up to the smell of fresh coffee in a pitch black, eerily quiet room, wrapped in possibly the softest sheets ever made, he knew something was very wrong. The disorienting sense of dread spreading through his ebbing consciousness was only compounded by the raging hangover threatening to split his skull in two. He padded around helplessly for his phone; he needed to find some semblance of time, or direction, or—

He abruptly stopped stretching his arms across the expensive linens as he came to his second nauseating realization: he was naked.

In a state of panic he scrambled blindly beneath the sheet, only to then let out a sigh of relief.

He was only somewhat naked.

He should have been more concerned that he was in a strange bed in nothing but his briefs, but frankly he was grateful to be wearing anything at all.

Which brought him back to his original question: where was he? Who was there with him? But most importantly: why was he there in the first place?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/84205501

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Hiii! happy saturday!! just if you are feeling it, could I request some Wolfstar, maybe with trans!Remus and sleepy cuddles? Hope you have a beautiful day!

Hello dear!!!

Happy Saturday to you ♥️♥️♥️♥️, thank you for this lovely request 🙏🏻, hope you’ll like it !! (No bed sorry, they just WANTED to stand , what can an artist doOooO 🙈)

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chilling after some quidditch practice

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Ghostlight Ch. 7

Cw: allusions to depression, anxiety (panic attacks), possible past emotional abuse, smoking, drinking alcohol, mention of throwing up (no actual getting sick)

“So you’re over him.”

“Yep.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Lily lifted an eyebrow skeptically before turning back to the pastry display. “Whatever you say.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but said nothing. They had been having the same argument since their night at the Empire earlier that week, and the only thing they could both agree on was that the other was full of shit.

Lily, having walked into—whatever she’d walked into between him and Sirius on the outdoor terrace—was convinced there was more going on between them than he was letting on. He, on the other hand, thought nothing more of Sirius Black than he would any other actor who passed through Hogwarts. And he was sure if he repeated those words enough times, they would come true. Eventually. Probably. https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/82764319

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SUIT UP PEOPLE, WE GOIN TO A FASHION SHOW

snoop for any of them? idc which one 🥺❤️

I spy a statement piece. Or maybe it’s just a statement. Sirius Black arrives on the red carpet—or should I say black carpet—with none other than New York’s favorite icon, in worship and fashion alike. The Saint of these streets is looking particularly dashing tonight, hand in hand with the heir of this city. Ouch, Re. Looks like you’ve been dethroned.

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A really quick sketch to de-stress

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Ghostlight Ch. 6

Ch. 6 of my wolfstar theater AU!  CW: flashbacks to abuse, drinking, smoking (weed and cigs), and depression “I swear I’ve seen you bfore,” she said, her words beginning to slur together. “You’re sure you��re not anactor?”

“Definitely not an actor,” he told her, for what had to be the fifth time. He just wanted to get another whiskey, just wanted to float a little farther into oblivion, to drown out the living nightmare he found himself in the middle of.

As it was bound to, word got around about James’ little get together, and before they knew it cast and crew from not only the Gryffindor, but all of Hogwarts Circle were tumbling out of the Empire’s penthouse elevator in droves, eager to take advantage of the open bar.

From where he stood, Remus could see one of the Gryff’s stagehands getting handsy behind a high-top with a swing from Camelot, the violin quartet from the Rowena taking tequila shots with Marlene and Dorcas, and James in full force, drunkenly entertaining an overflowing booth of people, sports coat strewn somewhere behind him and his formerly quaffed hair jutting out like spokes from his head. A wave of laughter swept through the group, and to his surprise, he saw Lily laughing along with them to James’ right.

“D’you grow up in Michigan?”

Remus however, had managed to get himself cornered at the bar by one of Sirius’ costars, who was absolutely convinced she knew him from somewhere. He just wanted a whiskey, he didn’t need ice—or hell—even a glass at this point. He was happy to take the bottle and disappear into one of the back corners of this penthouse hell-scape. He’d briefly contemplated going home, but Lily’s hot toddy packed quite the punch, and he needed to make sure she made it home with—if not her memory—then at least her dignity intact.

So now he was waiting for the bartender who—poor soul—looked like they were about to cry with the amount of people simultaneously yelling their drink orders at them. It wasn’t their fault, of course—this was supposed to be a small, private event. After all, who gets blackout drunk on a Tuesday night?

At that moment, a Rowena sound tech climbed on top of the bar and started doing a strip tease for one of the Helga’s spotlight operators, garnering applause from the rest of the Rowena’s chamber orchestra. That pretty much answered his question. https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/80352274

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oh yes, Wolfstar again! :)

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