#i'm very much a Remus ofc

[lilithofpenandbook]

It didn't even occur to me until now that maybe Remus wasn't just lying to Harry but rather he straight up just assumed everyone was in love with James and so Severus was no different-

"We were in the same year, you know, and we -- er -- didn't like each other very much. He especially disliked James. Jealous, I think, of James's talent on the Quidditch field…" (PoA ch18)

"That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." (PoA ch22)

Ah, yes, Remus... wishing to be liked and celebrated, wishing to be awarded and looked up to, thinking James is the height of cool and wanting to be like him... Those are totally Severus things, and not you projecting

[dismalflo]

Something Nice

remus lupin x reader Who desperately wants to do something nice for remus ✩ 849 words

AN: first ever fic!! had to start with my favourite moony ofc. might be so bad but thats okay.

CW: hurt/comfort, just fluff, no use of y/n

When you and Remus decided to move in together it just made sense. A natural progression forward. What you didn't expect is how unbelievably caring he is without even thinking about it, of course he was before, but now it feels like another level. 

Every morning he brings a coffee into the bedroom to start the day, he cooks your favourites without being asked, he does your laundry when you can’t be bothered. He folds your socks, for god's sake! You could cry if you think about it too much, instead you decided that while he was out with Sirius you’d build the new flatpack bookshelf he was planning to build tonight.

One problem. When the instructions said it was a two person job, they definitely meant it. So instead of being pleased with yourself on the sofa when keys start to turn in the door, you're very precariously lifting a big plank of wood, trying to line it up with the other pieces and make sure nothing gets dropped on your feet. 

‘Dove, what are you doing?’ Remus exclaims making his way over as quickly as possible to relieve your arms and help put it together. 

‘No! No, don't help! I'm trying to do something nice for you.’ you say while trying to speed up your movements before he can get to you.

‘What wouldn't be nice is taking you to A&E, let me help please.’ finally getting his hands on the piece, you relent and let him help put it back on the floor. ‘I thought we said we’d build this when I got home, dovey.’ 

‘You're very dramatic, I wouldn't have needed the hospital.’ suddenly Remus realises you look quite upset, and even though he knows everything about you extremely well this has him stumped. 

‘What’s wrong, lovely? You haven't hurt yourself have you?’ he asks hurriedly. 

And out of nowhere tears are stinging your eyes and the sniffling starts. The look on Remus’ face could only be described as heartbroken as he watched. He feels panicked now, not entirely sure how you got here.

There's a warm hand on your back encouraging you into his chest, you bury your head trying to calm yourself before speaking. One hand is planted across your shoulders, the other is slow and sweeping across your back. There's some relief in it. There's a quick succession of kisses planted to your forehead and quiet murmurings of reassurances and sweet nothings.

You pull away, ‘I just wanted to do something for you. You’re so nice to me and thoughtful and I don't feel like I do nearly enough for you and I don’t want you to start secretly resenting me because I don't do enough.’ you sobbed. Everything seems to be spilling out all at once and you can’t stop it.

Remus feels his heart clench in his chest as he digests your words. He pulls you back into his chest with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch. His hands, warm and steady, resume their sweeping motion on your back.

‘Dove... ‘ he starts ‘You do more than enough for me, every day. You don’t have to do anything at all, being here with me is more than enough.’ 

You shake your head against his chest ready to disagree but Remus continues, his voice soft and sincere. ‘You take care of me in so many ways, like when I’m too stubborn to take care of myself when my hip is playing up.’ he says with a sheepish chuckle. ‘And the things I do for you, I do because I love you. It's not transactional and I don't expect anything in return. You're perfect, dovey.’

You let out a shaky breath, clinging to him as the tears subside and you take in his words. For a moment, there's only the sound of your breathing and the steady sound of his soft reassurance. 

When you finally look up at him, there’s a small smile forming on your lips, fragile but genuine. Remus cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away the remnants of your tears. You lift your head higher, chin pointed up, asking for a kiss. Remus indulges you, giving you a kiss that is as soft and sweet as he is.

That sickly sweet kiss continues with him peppering them over your cheeks. ‘I feel so lucky to be with you and show you all the love that you deserve’ he says softly against your cheek.

You nod, sniffling again, but this time in a quieter, more contented way. The weight on your chest feels a little lighter, and though you still feel vulnerable, there’s a warmth between the two of you now.

‘Love you, Remus,’ you whisper, the words a gentle truth as they leave your lips.

After a long pause, you look back at the half-built bookshelf, still in pieces on the living room floor. You offer a small, defeated laugh, and Remus grins.

‘We can finish it together,’ he suggests, his tone light and teasing now, ‘Shall we have a cup of tea first?’

[enbysiriusblack]

rereading lily's letter to sirius:

starting off strong with 'dear', very formal letter writing but also kinda endearing depends how you look at it. BUT she follows with his 'padfoot' soo it's def endearing. it already shows just how close the two are from those two words.

ofc harry's favourite present was the one sirius got him (#bestdogfather)

ofc sirius gets a 1yr old a toy broom (#funnestdogfather)

i love how chill lily is about harry almost killing the cat and smashing a vase. she's so the fun mum. also petunia and lily still sending each other christmas presents, like why do i find that so sad/sweet?? idk. i love their relationship sm it's so interesting. and ik some people are gonna be thinking 'oh petunia probably regifted the ugly vase' but no. i think she went shopping specifically for lily and picked it out thinking it looked great (she's got horrible taste)

lily saying james found it funny as if she didn't also. girl please, you know you found it so fucking funny. also james already planning out harry's quidditch career. the man is obsessed. (no war au hari def would've became a professional qudditch player i fear)

btw if you're not british, "we've had a very quiet birthday tea", basically means like an afternoon tea. they're not just drinking tea, they do have tea but also some food (like lunchy food, sandwiches and cakes) and sit down at a table and chat basically. and harry will likely also be opening presents during it too

harry kinda having a doting grandma with bathilda>>>

lily prioritising the order !! she's so responsible, smart, dedicated i love her. plus she's being so real about babies. like. yeah he ain't gonna remember it anyway (also i'm guessing this means like. sirius had an order mission so couldn't come to harry's birthday? but does this mean peter and remus did too? or was only sirius invited??)

james having trouble with just staying at home constantly <33 and trying to hide it so lily doesn't worry <333 cutest husband ever.

fuck dumbledoreeeee. i don't mind him sometimes, but how dare he take james' cloak (his family heirloom) so james and lily and harry can't go on secret outing together??? they are NOT made for staying inside. james needs his runs and flying and fresh air and chats to strangers and lily needs her woods and nature and hiking and camping.

"if you could visit, it'd cheer him up so much" SHE GETS THEM.. SHE GETS THEM

lily also calling peter "wormy", they're so also her best friends and not just james', do NOT even argue.

ik people argue this bit about the mckinnons as a proof lily was never close to marlene, but it so is proof of the opposite to me!! maybe i'm coldhearted, but i would NOT be crying all fucking evening just cause a family that i kinda know and am colleagues with one or a few of them got killed.. all evening??? ALL EVENING?? yeah, they were def close friends for sure. (and she's not just gonna single out marlene because it was ALL her family, it'd be a bit weird and disrespectful to only say marlene. especially if you, as a lot of people do, hc lily and marlene as roommates and close friends all throughout school. like lily would've visited marlene's family quite a few times. she'd know them fairly well)

lily getting ALL the gossip about dumbledore from bathilda. love that for her. also her not believing dumbledore was friends with grindelwald i'm giggling. she would've lost her mind at the idea of them as exes fr (also lily building up the suspense about dumbledore being friends with grindelwald by putting the "friends with grindelwald" part on the next page so he'd have to read the next page.. she totally didn't just run out of room. that was on purpose)

"lots of love" SCREAMING. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM. lilypad ily. lilypad ily. bestfriends fr!!!!!!!

also not related to the text itself, but severus taking the page where lily says "lots of love" and cutting lily out of the photo of harry on his broomstick like... FUCKING MAN.. that was for SIRIUS. that's lily's love for SIRIUS. don't take her love, she didn't fucking mean it for you, don't try to pretend it was you, you absolute wanker.. anyway

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Please forgive this fear of mine (it used to keep me safe)

let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)

length: 1.9k

genre: fluff, happy ending to the angst

warnings: slytherin reader, here's the happy ending folks, reader is described as very attractive in a lot of different ways by the boys but it's all ofc still gender neutral

a/n: here it is I PROMISED I would give you the happy ending to I don’t know you anymore (maybe I never really did)

"You made James cry." You flinch at Remus's words, looking up at him from where you're sitting in the astronomy tower. He sits next to you as you look back out at the night sky, the stars blinking in and out.

"I wanted to talk to him to fix things, not make it worse," you say stubbornly. Remus raises a brow at you.

"Did you really think what you said would help?" He asks dryly. You stiffen.

"I'm trying my best."

"We all are." His words sit heavily in the silence between you, Remus looking at you pointedly, patiently, while you stare up through the clouds. As the constellations stare back at you, you find your hands bunching into fists as you miss Sirius sitting next to you, leaning against your side and pointing out stars and their names to you. You feel suddenly nauseous at the realization that you'll never have that again. Oh well.

"I would've thought it'd be Sirius up here right now. I'm sure he wants to chew me out for this," you say. Remus looks at you knowingly. 

"He's upset right now. We thought it would be best for me to come talk to you while he calms down. He loves you too much to knowingly hurt you."

"Don't say that," you snap back. Remus doesn't flinch.

"It's true. He loves you."

"Stop."

"Why is that so difficult for you to hear?" Remus pushes, gentle and soft in all the ways that make you crumble. You grit your teeth as you begin to feel your eyes burning, knowing that if you start crying, it'll make the whole thing so much worse.

"I didn't mean to do this," you say bitterly, a defensiveness in your voice that has Remus straightening. "And it'll be my fault when it wrecks everything - it already is."

"What do you mean by that, dove?" Remus asks patiently. You look at him and he stares back, lost in whatever it is you're trying to communicate.

"You think I'm horrible for leaving," your voice warbles against your will and you dig your nails into your palms. "You think I'm heartless and cruel for stringing you all along and then running away."

"Hey, love, we don't think that -"

"But it's not my fault," you barrel on. Now that you've opened the floodgates, the words burn your throat in your desperation to get them all out. "The only way to make sure the three of you don't fight over me is to leave. If I'd stayed, you would've demanded I choose one of you and no matter who I choose, it would have been wrong and it would've hurt you all and the stupid jealousy you all would've gotten lost in would've wrecked everything." You stare at Remus after your outburst, desperately wiping away the tears that have begun rolling down your cheeks. Remus stares back, shock painting his features.

"I beg your pardon?" Is all he finally says. You huff and begin to turn away, but he stops you with a delicate hand on your cheek, gently forcing you to look at him.

"I love you," he says firmly.

"I'm sorry," you whisper back.

"No, listen to me. I love you -" 

"And I'm sorry," you interrupt. Remus sighs and smoothes his thumb over your cheekbone, but lets you continue. He's never seen you hysterical like this and there's an anxiousness eating at him at your distraught state, but he can't think of anything to do other than just walk you through it. "I told you, I didn't mean to do this."

"You didn't… mean to make us fall in love with you?" Remus hesitates.

"Yes," you huff back like it's obvious. And then, much quieter, "I didn't mean to ruin everything. I swear, I didn't mean to." Something in Remus's heart clenches painfully at the sad, small, warble in your voice and he draws in a deep breath.

"Ok, sweet thing. Can I just… speak for a minute? Just listen, ok?" You wince like you're being chastised and Remus rushes to speak before another apology can tumble out of your mouth. "It's alright, you're alright. Just… I love you, ok? Hey, no, look at me. I love you. And so does James. And so does Sirius. They love you as much as they love one another and as much as they love me. And I love you as much as I love them."

"…I don't think I know what you're saying," you respond slowly, blinking rapidly. Remus smiles sheepishly and something in you softens as you let your head rest a bit where he's got your face held securely in his palms.

"It was never a competition, dove. There's no jealousy. We're… sharers. You share me with the others, right? And you share them with me? We all… share you the same way." Remus strokes your cheeks with his thumbs gently, waiting and watching as you put together what he's said.

"Oh," you say abruptly. "Oh. I hadn't - I didn't… oh." Remus lets himself laugh a bit, pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders and smiling when you slouch against his chest, although he assumes it's mostly out of shock. You pull back after a moment, though, narrowing your eyes at him. He blinks.

"You're all awful communicators, you know," you say haughtily. He kisses you on the forehead.

"Sorry, doll."

"Whatever. I tortured us all for nothing."

"Yes, well, you do have a flair for dramatics. I think it's what Sirius loves about you." Remus pokes your side gently. You squirm a little but sit up straighter at the mention of Sirius.

"Tell them I'm sorry, will you?" You ask gently. Remus frowns.

"You'll tell them yourself… won't you?"

"Yes," you huff out a laugh. "I'm not running away again. But you'll see them before I do."

"Alright, love," Remus plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth, so soft you barely feel it. "I'll let them know."

You wonder, sort of desperately, if Remus kept his word. The way Sirius is staring at you makes you shift, rolling the tension out of your neck before you slump further down into the couch you're sitting on, looking back at him. Sirius is sitting opposite you rather pointedly, choosing the couch farthest from you as the two of you sit in the Gryffindor common room. James and Remus are supposed to be here by now, but your constant glances toward the doorway don't materialize them in front of you.

"I thought you weren't angry at us anymore," Sirius's voice snaps you back to the present. It's soft, the way he speaks to you - kind, your brain supplies weakly.

"I was never angry at you," you sit a bit straighter. Sirius shrugs, but his eyes stay trained on you.

"Avoidant, then. You're looking at me like you're waiting for me to tear you a new one."

"Well," you blink. "Are you going to?" Sirius frowns at your words, shaking his head and letting loose strands of hair fall over his eyes.

"I'm not here to have a row with you, doll," he says gently. Your shoulders drop.

"Well… you could," you point out. "I don't expect all to be forgiven just because I bat my eyes at Remus and let him kiss me a bit." Sirius leans forward at your words, propping his elbows on his knees and looking at you intently. You shift in your seat and glance at the door again.

"You seem to be under the impression that your beauty is some horrible weapon you use against us. It's really not - you're just pretty."

"Just pretty?" You say indignantly. Sirius laughs.

"Drop-dead gorgeous, of course. I didn't mean it like that - you know I think you're fit. All I'm saying is that you haven't ensnared us in any way that we're unhappy about." Sirius grins at you, canines exposed, and you roll your eyes. "I'm happy to be caught in your trap, baby."

"Oh, aren't we all," James says as he flounces into the room, Remus coming in right behind him. James settles next to you on the couch and pulls you into a crushing hug, murmuring something about how you had him so worried and he's so desperately relieved to have you back here with them all.

"What are you doing all the way over there, love?" Remus questions Sirius as he settles down next to James, fondly watching the way you smooth his curls out of your way as James buries his face in your neck.

"Didn't want to crowd them," Sirius says dryly. "Not that we all got that message." James pops his head up, blinding you with one of his million-watt smiles. 

"Am I crowding you, love?" He asks. 

"I'm alright," you respond easily, sending a smile in Sirius's direction. He stands at that, making his way over to you.

"Alright, shove off, Jamie - learn to share," is all Sirius says before he's pushing through James to get to you, Remus pulling James by the waist to sit curled up against him instead. James takes it in stride, settling with his back against the armrest and letting Remus flop against his chest. Sirius, on the other hand, is wrestling you into doing the same. He grins at James once he's got you planted on his lap, leaning against him. You only have the energy to pretend to be a little annoyed.

"Anyway," Remus begins, and all three of you soften at the lulled, sleepy quality that's taken over his voice as he melts against James's chest - you all know it's a lethal position to be in. "What was it that we heard about you not being pretty enough, dove?" You huff and James pouts sympathetically.

"I'm too pretty, I guess. That's the problem." Sirius laughs at your words, smoothing a hand over your hair when the abrupt movement of it jostles your head against his chest.

"I'll keep telling you, love - we're willing participants in this. You're not conning us into anything," he insists. You mumble out a whatever and sink further into his embrace. James nudges your leg with his foot and Remus catches you by the ankle when you go to kick back, rubbing soothing circles into the skin there.

"Our sweet baby," James coos. "You're a precious little thing, aren't you?"

"Shut up," you quip back, your voice muffled against Sirius's chest. He rubs a firm hand up and down your back and drops gentle kisses onto the crown of your head.

"I admire your confidence, lovely," Remus murmurs, his hand smoothing up and down your calf. "But I promise you haven't bewitched us against our will."

"Nah," Sirius whispers against your hair. "You've only bewitched us because we begged. So really, we're the ones who caught you." You smack Sirius's chest at his words and he grins, holding you tighter against him. "Go to sleep, doll. I promise we'll still be right here when you wake up."

"Because we'll still be under your spell," James supplies. You sigh wearily.

"Please shut up," you beg. They take no notice.

[weird-is-life]

Don't deny it

Pairing: Rockstar!Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Rockstar!Sirius keeps denying your relationship and you finally have enough

Warnings: angst, fluff, use of pet names, use of y/n, swear words, mentions of head injury, happy ending ofc

Words: 2.4k

You thought, that you've been just imagining it, but as you hear Sirius getting interviewed now, you know, you haven't.

Sirius has been keeping your relationship secret. Like everytime he got interviewed in the last few months, he played it like he was single. No mentions of a girlfriend, meaning no mentions of you.

Like you get it, that the band is really famous and that mentioning your name would kind of make your life a bit more difficult. With less privacy and everything.

But he doesn't have to say your name, he could just admit having a girlfriend. No need to go into details.

And you think, you've finally had enough when you hear him reply to the reporter's question.

"So my last question is for all of the fangirls, is Sirius Black taken?" the reporter chuckles as she asks it.

You hear Sirius laugh too," taken? No, I'm definitely not taken. Still very single, sadly."

You hear him laugh some more, before you turn the interview off. You feel like the dumbest fool.

Obviously, Sirius is too embarrassed of you to even admit he's dating anybody, there can't be any other reason.

And you've definitely had enough of it. Everytime he denies your relationship, you feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest and stumped on.

You can't go on like this. You don't want to hurt like this anymore. You can't keep hoping that one day, he's going to admit having a girlfriend. You just can't, it pains you too much.

So with that, you decide to ignore Sirius, hoping he'll understand, that you don't want to see him ever again. You know, he shouldn't be home for at least 2 weeks, so hopefully by the time he comes home, you'll move on (too optimistic).

You stop responding to his texts, answering his phone and eventually, you even turn off your phone. You don't give him any explanation, you don't think he deserves one.

Sirius on the other hand is going crazy with worries just after a few hours of radio silence from you. He even calls your best friend to find out if you're okay. Apparently, you are, but you friend refuses to tell him anything more and just hangs up on him.

That doesn't ease his worries at all. He rakes his mind for an answer to what's he done? But nothing comes to his mind.

He tries to contact you again and again, but still, no response. You don't respond even when James or Remus try. So Sirius starts to loose his mind over you.

But he can't leave to go to you, no matter how much he wants to. The band is in the middle of finishing the new album, so he can't just bail on them. He tried it and got yelled by the management pretty badly. Threatening of getting let go by their label if he just leaves.

Sirius becomes completely useless at the studio and the band rehearsals, messing up everything, because his mind is stuck on you.

"Please sweetheart, pick up, please" Sirius whispers brokenly as he once again tries to call you.

You don't pick up and the phone call ends. Sirius throws his phone across the room from the frustration. He slumps onto a sofa and puts his head into his hands in defeat.

He sits there with tears freely running down his cheeks. It's a heartbreaking sight, seeing him so hopeless.

James and Remus find him like that and immediately know, that they have to push him to go see you.

"Go, " James tells him.

"What?" Sirius looks up confused, eyes red.

"Go after her," Remus adds encouragingly.

"But the label....I can't....they'll cut us off-"

"Doesn't matter, we'll just find some other label, there's plenty of them, that want us," James says, maybe a little smugly at the fact, that are are many labels that would kill to have The Marauders.

Sirius looks at them unsurely, "are you guys sure?"

James and Remus groan in frustration, "fucking hell, will you just get out of here, please?" James tells him.

Both Sirius and Remus chuckle, and Sirius quickly gets up. He comes up to the boys and hugs them tightly, squeezing them almost death, until they are pushing him away.

Sirius basically sprints out of the studio. He just grabs all the essentials and runs to the airport. One of the benefits of being famous is the private plane, which he happily uses on his way to you. He gets home in a record time.

The walk through the halls towards your apartment is very nerve-wracking. Sirius doesn't know what to expect, but he certainly doesn't expect all of his stuff, that he's left at your apartment to be sitting outside waiting for him.

"Shit," he curses under his breath and runs a trembling hand through his hair. He can't believe this is happening. He hopes it isn't. He hopes, it's just a nightmare, that he'll soon wake up from. He can't just loose you, he won't survive it, he's sure of that.

Sirius checks under the rug for the spare key and as expected, it isn't there. So Sirius just knocks.

No answer.

He tries again, because he knows you're inside, he can hear the shuffling of things.

"Y/N, please it's me, please open. I-I....can we please talk?" Sirius begs and begs, but you're too stubborn for your own good, you've always been like that, so you don't open.

He knocks and begs, until the neighbours are threatening to call the police on him. Sirius, defeated, sits down with his back to your door.

"Please, love, c-can we just talk?" his tired voice still doesn't break you, but Sirius doesn't give up, " okay, it's okay. I'll wait 'till, you're ready."

And he means it. He makes himself as comfortable as he can on the floor, intending to stay there however long it takes.

You, on the other hand, put on your headphones to ignore Sirius pleads and knocking. You just can't see him right now or anytime soon, your heart is too broken for that.

Even if one part of you wishes to see him and hug him, your body craves the comfort of him. But the rational part of you knows, that'd be too bad for you.

Sirius keeps hiding you and you keep hurting, you can't go on like this, not anymore.

You go to sleep, full of raw emotions, and even if sleep doesn't come easily, eventually you drift off.

In the morning, you wake up just as tired as you were, when you went to bed. And when you open your fridge, you realise, you don't even have anything to eat for breakfast.

You groan internally, you don't feel like going out of your apartment, like at all, but you have to, you can't go on without food.

You put on your most incognito clothes, hoping that you won't meet anyone you know, especially Sirius.

And as you open your door, they suddenly slam wide open, because of some weight pushing against it front the outside.

Said weight, you realise, is Sirius. You yelp in shock, when you see him and look at him bewildered.

Sirius wakes up with a groan. He wasn't thinking of you opening the door, when he first leaned against it. Now he kind of regrets it, as his entire head hurts from hitting it on the floor.

"What the fuck, Sirius?" you whisper yell, you would yell loudly, if it wasn't so early in the morning.

Sirius, upon realising that he can finally see you, stands up quickly. That isn't the best idea though, because his head starts to spin.

"Sweetheart, i-"

"Don't sweetheart me, Sirius. What the hell are you doing here? Have you been here since yesterday?" you question, angrily. You notice, that Sirius looks just as bad as you. Huge eye bags under his eyes, hair dishevelled like crazy.

"Yeah, I told, I'd wait until you were ready to talk," he just replies, giving you a small, hesitant smile.

You don't know, what to say. Your head is full of emotions and you can't decide, which ones are right and which ones aren't.

While you are thinking of what to say to him and glaring at him at the same time, Sirius head starts to spin badly.

"I think, I'm going to pass out," Sirius quickly tells you as he almost tumbles on the ground.

You, without thinking, catch him by the arms.

"W-what's wrong?" you ask a little scared. You find Sirius at your door and suddenly, he's passing out?

"I hit my head..." he mumbles out and hisses as he touches the back of his head.

You sigh, "fuck, okay, c'mon." You help him to your couch and swiftly go to retrieve some ice pack for his head and some water.

You put the ice pack at the back of his head and Sirius winces some more. "Sorry," you whisper.

"It's okay-....I- thank you, sweetheart." Sirius calls you 'sweetheart' again and you want to slap yourself for feeling the butterflies.

You quickly go to the kitchen, so he doesn't see the redness at your cheeks. "Shit," you whisper to yourself, "what am I going to do?"

You've wanted to stay away from Sirius as far away as possible and now he is in your apartment? You don't know if you want to run away, punch him in the face or kiss him stupid.

You stay as long as you can in the kitchen, basically just hiding away from Sirius and you complete forgot about your intention of going to the shop.

Sirius is unusually quiet, so after a longer while you gather all the courage you can to face him, only to find him fast asleep.

You sigh at the sight of his peaceful, asleep face, you quickly throw a blanket over him (before you can think it through) and head out to actually get something to eat, 'cause you're starving.

When you come back, Sirius wakes up at your arrival.

"H-hi, "he says with a groggy, sleepy voice. He smiles at you like nothing has happened, like everything is normal and it makes you suddenly so so angry.

You drop your grocery bags on the ground and quietly, but sternly ask, "you are embarrassed of me, that's why, right?"

Sirius is quickly woken up from his half asleep state by your mad voice and baffles," e-embarrassed? What? Of course, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," you say exasperatedly, you can feel, that your eyes are filling with tears, " you are!"

Sirius stands up slowly, but steadily and comes closer to you, not entirely close, he still wants to give you some space. "I could never be embarrassed of you, y/n, never."

"Then why?" you ask desperately as one tear rolls down your cheek, Sirius's hand itches to wipe it away.

"Why what? I don't understand," Sirius begs for explanation, while he rakes his mind for an answer to his question as well.

"Y-you keep pretending like I don't even exist, like you don't want me!" you try to suppress the little sob, that escapes your mouth. Sirius wants to fucking beat himself up for making you cry, even if he doesn't really know the reason why yet.

"What do you mean?" Sirius asks stupidly and you sob again.

"What? What? What? The fucking interviews Sirius, I mean them," you pretty much yell it to him, the frustration being too much for you.

Sirius finally understands and the realisation hits him like a crushing wave. He didn't know you were feeling this way about them," why didn't you say anything? I thought, you were okay with keeping our relationship private."

"Private yes, but not to the point you are literally chuckling and saying how incredibly single you are," you argue," that's just wrong. But if you want to be single so badly, i won't fight against it."

"No," Sirius blurts out instantly, " I don't want to be single."

"Then what do you want?" you sniffle.

"You. Just only you, nobody else," Sirius is trying to catch your gaze, but you refuse to look at him, "sweetheart, please look at me."

You hesitate, but eventually you look at him. You notice, that tears aren't only on your face.

"Have you been feeling like this for a long time?" Sirius questions and you nod, he curses under his breath.

"I'm so sorry, i didn't notice. Shit, I'm such an idiot, " he starts and without thinking he takes a few steps closer to you," I'm sorry, angel. If I knew, you were feeling this way, I would have never ever continued denying our relationship. Fuck, It was killing me to stay quiet about us, I wanted to tell them everything about you. Please believe me."

You stay quiet and your sobs slowly start to go away. Sirius waits for you to say something, anything really.

"N-not everything please," you whisper. You can't stay mad at your Sirius long, even if you'd really want to sometimes. It's just not possible to be angry with him, especially when he loves you so much.

"What was that?" Sirius doesn't catch it.

"Don't tell them everything about me please," you tell him as you, after a few days, smile. Truly smile.

Sirius takes it as a permission to finally touch you. He has you in his arms in a matter of seconds, squeezing you oh so tightly, while he laughs happily.

"Does this mean, t-that I am forgiven?" he asks you unsurely, as he reluctantly eases you out of his tight embrace.

"Maybe," you grin at him

"Maybe? What do I have to do to get a yes, huh lovely?" Sirius softly asks, he takes your cheeks into his hands and gently wipes the tears away.

"You could kiss me, you know," you say with a sheepish smile. You look too cute, cheeks red and puffy, for Sirius to say no to you. As if he would every deny you a kiss or anything else for that matter.

He instantly leans it and kisses you, it's soft and maybe a little desperate kiss, but it doesn't matter to you or him.

You let him kiss you as long as you manage without breathing, even if you know there're still things to talk about. You'll talk about it, just later, after you get enough kisses.

[odyssean-flower]

I have a question!! Okay so, how old do you think Neuvillette is if we translated his dragon age to human age? I always see people characterising him as an old ass grandpa, which I understand, but it just doesn't feel right to me. He's literally the all powerful Hydro Dragon Sovereign, to think that even in dragon years his age translates to ancient is kinda pathetic Imo. I don't remember how old it said Neuv was in the game but I think it was around 600 years? That's like 7 human lifespans, that's kinda pathetic for old age! Plus I think I remember seeing something in game (may have been one of his voicelines, may have been a quest or perhaps I am just bugging) where he says something along the lines of "I have yet to learn how to properly deal with emotions during my short time of living" or something like that. Point is he doesn't come of as very ancient, in my opinion he'd be somewhere in his thirties or perhaps early forties, maybe even at a stretch late twenties? Ofc none of this really matters because he is hella old anyway, but in dragon terms I don't think he is! I think he's still a young dragon-man who's educated in some fields and under-educated in other that makes him come across as older than he really is. So yeah, just wondering what your opinion on this is~

*puts on my lore enjoyer hat* ok here we go

ok so neuvillette's age, like most of the long-lived characters in genshin, is based on vibes. But i think the one thing that distinguishes him from other long-lived characters like zhongli and venti is how he doesn't really have a lot of practical experience in the world and he isn't aware of a lot of things about himself? Remember that he himself admits that he hasn't taken much interest in the human world until recently and i think it was in sigewinne's sq that he says something about forgetting wrio is a lot younger than him

The first mention of neuv's age that i remember is by Furina in last year's lantern rite (the one where gaming was introduced). She said that he's several thousands of years old. I remember people saying that that was a mistranslation bc in the original cn it was "more than a thousand years old." (Side tangent but i would really like to know just how much furina knows about neuv) But either way he's at least a thousand years old

There's another tidbit about neuv's age in the remuria wq. Cassiodor mentions that no new hydro dragon could be born as long as Egeria slumbered in the high seas, so presumably, Neuvillette couldn't be born until Egeria was freed from her prison, which would be after Remus died and the Heavenly Principles made her the Hydro Archon. I think that would be at least two thousand years ago? Honestly the timeline of the Archon War in regards to Fontaine is basically nonexistent so it's really hard to make an estimate

Anyways i wish they'd tell us more about what neuv did in the years before focalors sent him that letter (how did he learn to read anyways?). In sigewinne's sq he makes a joke about swimming around in the ocean when wrio asks him what he did before becoming the iudex, but i like to think it was the truth. Was he born a baby or fully grown? Was he just living in a cave somewhere naked like a caveman? How did Focalors even track him down? I like to think that he was treated like a cryptid among sailors

So yeah neuv is physically old but still has a lot of growing to do. Side note but I'm so mad the writers skipped out on a neuv and ajaw interaction in the event. I think they just didn't want to brainstorm the dynamics between a reborn not-dragon dragon sovereign and an ancient dragon who once served one of the original sovereigns. At least let my man meet Scylla...

[bunnisreality]

hiya gwen!!! for the ask game!

💄 — what are petnames you have for eachother?

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

💋 — what are you most excited to experience with your s/o and why?

haii Saadgi :3 thank u for the asks mwah

💄⊹ ࣪ ˖ - 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓?

omg this might be cringe but idc, I am cringe but free and all that, I am a very petname-y person, poor remus gets called everything under the sun, Remy, Rem, Moony(ofc), Moons, baby(SUE ME!!), Loops, wolf John wolf if I'm feeling annoying... sometimes even just his name but with an exaggerated mock version of his accent🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿(I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

Remus on the other hand likes to annoy me just as much, I get Gwennie, Gwendy, Bunni, MY full name but in an obnoxious mock version of MY accent��🇪(karma🥀🥀), blondie(although this originated from sirius), love and darling sigh..(All the British staples yk), but the name EXCLUSIVE to him is Buns(can u tell what my animagus is LOLLL), half of these are more nicknames than petnames I fink but SUEE MEEEEE

💍⊹ ࣪ ˖ - 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎?

ohhh this question was MADE FOR MEEE, I have a whole playlist, some of them don't even make sense but hear me out okay, ANYTHING BY THE SMITHS.. and okay, I really HATE Morrissey, but Remus loves him, so naturally I listen to the smiths like a mad woman because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, he says he hates ABBA(he's lying!!!) Our Last Summer is OUR SONGGG, Changes by David Bowie is also one, he's somehow from another reality gotten me to listen to the Beatles???(I hated them before), but okay they have some bangers and George is kinda fine(Remy agrees), another band is Drowners!! Mostly because Matt is my Remus faceclaim and all but God they are so Remus coded, also!! Golden Brown by The Stranglers, such strong vibes of post 1981 when Remus and I move to Wales and live in a little cottage by a lake, honourable mentions time!! Mr Brightside(I saw an edit of him to this so now I automatically think of him), True by Spandau Ballet, and About You by The 1975.

💋⊹ ࣪ ˖ - 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔/𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚?

Gang there is so much I'm so excited for.. I love him more than anything, but I think it'll be very nice to just sit.. In his presence, lay my head on his lap while he reads to me, or even reads silently to himself, admire his pretty face, his scars, everything about him, how he smells, OHHH, I'm very excited to smoke with him(find gwen a cr smoking buddy pls I'm lonely), I don't really care what we do, I just want to be with him, honestly, lock me in a room with him for all eternity so I can admire his intellect and his stupid sense of humour and how much of a sweetheart he is even when he's grumpy, GOSHHH I LOVE MY MOONY☹️☹️.

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

hii!! i haven’t stopped by in a while😭😭 how are you doing? i’m so happy it’s almost autumn. it’s literally the marauders’ monthh

could i request a bookshop meet cute with remus? tysmm! <33

-🎀

hii my lovely 🎀! always so nice to hear from you and dw ofc, i've been very off and on anyway i'm good! just reveling in the best season of the year 🍂 how are you! loved this request; bookish remus is the best remus; hope you like it 🫶 wc: 1.3k, fluff

bookshop meet cute with remus

The breeze hits you just right as you turn the corner, and the feeling of the cool air on your skin is simply reinvigorating. “Fucking hell, I hate this place. Summer shouldn’t be over already!” you hear a fellow pedestrian lamenting to their walking partner. 

You can’t relate. You smile to yourself, reveling in enjoying the change of season. 

The warm air of the bookshop contrasts delightfully to the outside air as you walk in, unwrapping yourself from your big scarf. It smells like coffee and long nights filled with fantastic words in here, and you take a deep breath.

You start browsing, intrigued by the new titles, drawn to your usual favourite sections. It’s not long before you’re balancing quite a few books, content to live in the imaginary world where you actually get them all for a little while longer.

You find a similar one to one already in your stack but that you want more, so you try to maneuver the previous pick from the middle of the stack to put it back. And of course your tower topples. 

You bend over to start picking up the books and bump into a display table, which really should’ve been arranged a bit more stably; I mean, come on, it’s not like you moved it that much. But, a stack of books on it comes tumbling down, and to your great embarrassment, they fall by someone’s legs. And, god, when you look up from your crouch at the person now looking down to see what just happened, you go from embarrassed to horrified. He’s beautiful. And staring down at you. 

You should really say something at this point, but words — usually your friends, betraying you now in your moment of need, how dare they — don’t come out. 

“You alright?” he asks gently, and of course, his voice is mellow and mellifluous.

“Umm,” is all you manage to muster. 

He crouches down and starts stacking the display table books. 

“I always wonder at how these wonky arrangements don’t get toppled more often,” he says lightly, probably trying to make you feel better. You give him a strained smile, and he returns an adorable grin that makes you really wish you knew what his full smile looked like. 

“You’re going to have to tell me which of these were yours and which should go back on the table,” he chuckles. “Oh, right,” you finally speak, and you get a small smile in return. “Um, that one,” you point. “And these.” You start collecting them. 

He just nods and keeps organizing the books. When he grabs a couple of the ones you were holding, he stops to read the blurbs.

With his eyes on the books rather than on you, you snatch the opportunity to really look at him. The first word that comes to mind is “warm.” The shades of brown of his messy hair, his focused eyes, his cosy jumper, it looks so warm. He looks so warm, and you feel it in your chest. 

He looks up at you, and you start, worried he’s noticed you staring. If he has, he doesn’t let on, just grins at you. “You know I read somewhere once that seeing someone reading a book you like is like a book recommending a person instead of the other way around,” he tells you. He lifts the book in his hand, shows you the cover before handing it back to you. “This happens to be one of my favourite books,” he says more softly, almost conspiratorially. 

“Oh,” you say, and you really wish you’d remember how to speak soon. 

“Hm,” he affirms. “Please tell me it was part of your selection and not the table’s. Otherwise, I’m going to have to insist it change categories, so you can at least consider it.” “No, yeah, it was mine.” Okay, good. At least when he asks questions, you give actual answers. 

“Brilliant,” he smiles. His smile is what’s brilliant. “So you’ve probably not read it yet?” “No,” you say softly. “I envy you your first time.” 

“I’m excited,” you whisper. 

The books sorted, you both finally stand up again. He’s finishing returning the display books when he notices your scarf still on the floor. 

“Oh, here,” he says, grabbing it. But your hands are full, and you’re not sure how to grab it from him without dropping everything again and making an even bigger fool of yourself. You both do an awkward little dance of trying to figure out how to accomplish the seemingly very simple task of his handing you your scarf. Finally, with a chuckle, he straightens it out and brings it over your head, adjusting it over your shoulders. He doesn’t get too close, but he did have to move closer to put it on, and your heart is beating very fast at the proximity. You were right about the warmth, and you’re sure your cheeks are reflecting it, but there’s not much you could do about it. When he takes a step back, you wish he hadn’t.

A few seconds go by, and when you still don’t say anything, with a bit of an awkward air but a warm smile nonetheless, he says, “Alright, well, I hope you enjoy the book.”

“Thanks.” 

He nods and slowly starts to turn to go. You’re so nervous, but your heart is screaming at you not to let it end there just because you can be a bit shy. 

“And thanks for helping me,” you add a bit too quickly, simultaneously praising yourself for your bravery and scolding yourself for your awkwardness. He turns toward you again. “Yeah, no worries,” he says, and he lets out a seemingly relieved breath. 

You chuckle nervously. He does too. 

“I’m Remus, by the way,” he says, extending a hand. 

You go to take it, but realize your hands are still busy holding the books. 

“Oh, right. Obviously,” he says, realizing and looking a bit embarrassed himself as he brings his hand down.

He’s looking at you like he’s expecting something, and you don’t know what it is. Until you do, a few too many seconds later. “Oh!” Too loud, yikes. “I’m Y/N.” Too soft, over-correcting. You cringe at yourself. “Hi, Y/N.” Okay, maybe getting to hear your name in his voice has made all the awkwardness more than worth it. “Hi.” 

“That’s a lot of books,” he says, nodding toward your arms. 

“Yeah, I, uh, well, yes, I can’t get them all. But I hadn’t gotten to the choosing part yet.” “That part’s always painful,” he says. “Fun, but painful.” “Mhhm.”

He’s slightly swaying back and forth; his hand comes to rub the back of his neck. For the first time, you think that maybe he’s nervous too. 

“Well, you’ve helped,” you say. He lifts his eyebrows in question. “Well, I can’t take your favourite book out of the running now, can I?” He chuckles.

“That would be quite tragic.” 

“Quite.” 

Another awkward silence. But you’d suffer through as many awkward silences as would let you keep talking to Remus. Remus, what a lovely name. So fitting.  

“Um, have you read any of these other ones?” you ask, lifting your stack. “Maybe you can help me choose?” Wherever this new found bravery was coming from, you thanked any gods that were listening for it. When he smiles at you, it hits you like a wave that this man is probably going to pull a lot more bravery out of you yet. “Um, yeah, I’d love to take a look. I probably haven’t read them… but it sounds nice to talk about them anyway?” “Yeah, it does. Sound nice.” 

“Great.” “Mhhm.” “Do you want to go sit down and look through them?” “Mhhm.” 

“Great,” and that brilliant smile. That smile you hoped you’d get to see many, many more times.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Colorless, Cold

*materializes into existence* Heyo, haven't been here in a while :3 Hope you're doing well! Glad to see you around, Asbod. I do have an idea to share: something happens that doesn't affect the Sides much, except it affects Remus A LOT. Not for the better. There are changes in his behavior, the way he speaks, how often he actually hangs out with anyone (even Roman & Janus). Roman is very worried. The Others are starting to get concerned. They're confused about what could've affected Remus so much. Roman finds out why and what happened first, because of course he does, and realizes how badly Remus has been hurting (and trying to hide it). Possible comfort ending with cleared up confusion and massive reassurance for Remus? Cuddle pile, maybe. Wow, that got long, whoops! Sorry that. No pressure to write this, ofc (/gen)! Just wanted to share. Do what you will with this. Take care :D – oatmealdaydreams

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Warnings: none

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 3177

One of the harsh realities of doing creative work is that you will face comment, critique, criticism. Remus suffers in the aftermath of something that wasn't supposed to be his to hold.

The shores of the Imagination vary wildly depending on what coast meets the edge of the Great Sea. Some are rocky, sheer cliff sides that drop off into staggering depths the moment the icy cold waters crash against the black stone. Others are tranquil beaches, azure waves washing gently over sand full of little critters, seashells, and buffed glass. Others still turn into the mouths of rivers cutting across the vast continent, grass blowing in the sea breeze as the fish teem just around the bend.

Roman settles himself in one such place, a small basket next to him as he reaches into the crystal clear water. Several stones line the riverbed here, perfect for building little castles and decorating the caves of the tassel-flies further up into the forest. He's just begun to reach into the next dip when there's a sudden school of fish darting by. He jerks his hand out, frowning, looking out to see a massive shadow approaching the shore. He stands and dusts off his pants.

"Ollie?"

The Kraken's head raises up out of the water, slick pouring off the sides of his arms as he burbles. Roman's eyes widen. The Kraken's skin is nearly black, far from the healthy grayish green it's supposed to be, cracked and pained as it slumps in the shallows. He abandons the basket and dashes over, falling to his knees.

"Oh, god—oh, Ollie, what happened to you? How long ago did this start?"

The Kraken burbles again. Roman carefully reaches out, setting his hand on a nearby arm. He nearly yanks his hand back at the sheer heat pouring off the heaving skin, the poor thing nearly whimpering as the cold water laps at his arms. Roman muffles a curse, reaching into his pocket for the emergency salve.

"I don't know how much this will do," he says as he smears it over a rag and starts trying to clean the wounds, "but I hope it helps a little bit."

Oliver settles a little under Roman's careful attention, the blackness slowly receding from the worst of the wounds. As he works, small chirps and whistles draw his attention.

"You said it started about a month ago? Okay, did it come on all at once, or…?" The Kraken's arm twitches. "No? Okay. How soon did it get like this?"

One of the arms closest to him flops up and down.

"Yesterday? Oh, you poor thing…okay, it's gonna be okay, I'm right here, I'm gonna help. You just try—try and stay calm for me, okay? It's gonna be harder if you're moving around a lot. I know it hurts, I'm sorry."

Oliver does his best, but there's only so much Roman can do as a tiny human next to a terribly injured Kraken. He manages to get as much of the above-water wounds as he can, murmuring reassurances as he goes, but it's not nearly as much as he'd like to just help Ollie stop hurting. But Ollie seems to appreciate it all the same, carefully nudging Roman with a less-injured arm when he's done.

"Oh, it's okay, buddy, I'm happy to help." He puts the now nearly-empty tin in his pocket and sits on the grass. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Oliver lowers himself into the water, burbling lowly. Small bubbles show up around the outer edges of his arms as they move back and forth in the water. Roman listens, a small frown forming on his face as Oliver describes the weird grayness that spread slowly through the water and burned when he tried to swim through it. It explains why he's all the way over on Roman's side; if he was forced out of the waters he frequents…wait.

Wait.

"Ollie, why didn't you try going to Remus?"

At the mention of his brother, the Kraken lets out a truly mournful howl. Roman's chest grows icy cold. He stands up slowly.

"Ollie, what's happened to Remus?"

***

Remus curls up into a ball. The pain won't stop. His hands shake even pinned between his knees and his chest, sobs choked out through partially crushed lungs. He squeezes his eyes shut and shoves his head under his pillow.

It's been getting worse. He knew it was going to be this bad and yet he did it anyway. Why? Because he's a damn masochist, apparently, and a glutton for punishment to boot. A whimper squeezes its way into the small space just in front of his lips and he pinches them shut, shoving his face deeper into the mattress.

It's not supposed to be scary, he chants over and over, it's not supposed to be scary, it's not supposed to be scary.

He bets anyone—any one of the Sides that if they had their core selves ripped out through their throats and stomped on by someone wearing boots covered in nails not to be afraid. He dares them. He dares them.

Roman was the only one who could understand, Roman was always the only one who understood how fucking terrifying it was to have someone look at something you made when you know they aren't going to look at it properly. When it's just going to turn into numbers in their eyes or something they smile pithily at before changing the topic to something they think is actually worthwhile. But to have someone actually take the time to try and condescend why they don't think it's important?

It takes a certain type of person to be so cruel.

Remus should know. He's the cruel one of the Sides, at least he's supposed to be. And as such, wouldn't you think he'd know when things go too far? When there are things said and done that even he would balk at? Just because he has a reputation for ruining things doesn't mean that he likes to be torn to shreds for a laughing audience!

And he doesn't ruin things on purpose! That's not what he does! He just—he just pushes them a little further to see what they could become. That's what Creativity does, it pushes the boundaries of something that is safe, is known, just to the edge of disturbing because that's what you do. Things you make are not meant to just sit there, nor are they supposed to be empty. He isn't supposed to be empty, lifeless, hurting for something to come from nothing when all they want is for him to be—to be—

He lets out another whimper. The pain rockets through his chest again, leaving him panting and shaking underneath his cocoon of blankets. There's a pit in his stomach that won't go away and if he had any strength at all, anything he could do but lie here like the pathetic mess he's become, he'd be running straight to the Imagination and—and—and just making something. Art didn't have to be good, it didn't have to be perfect, it just had to be and that was all that matters, if you got something out of making it, and he does, he does get something out of making his things, he does, he wants—he wants—

A low howl rings in the back of his ears.

He reaches out to take hold of the bedspread and suddenly he's falling through clouds.

Panic quickly turns to terror as he pinwheels through the sky, aching limbs stripped by air whistling past his ears. A choked scream bubbles up in his throat and he's turning, turning, turning, frantically trying to get his screaming hands to make something, anything—

Another piercing cry rings out and he turns just in time to see the blur of red approaching from the clouds. He opens his mouth to scream anew when he catches sight of the golden scales. Roman's dragon catches him in her claw, wrapping talons the size of his leg around his torso and swiftly banking toward the coastline. The rush of the scenery twists and turns his stomach and he closes his eyes again, trying not to sob.

"Remus! Remus!"

Is that…Roman? The air suddenly warms, no longer pressing against his chest like it's trying to break his ribs. He opens his eyes as the dragon turns, wings flapping as she comes in for a landing on a small grassy bank where Roman is already sprinting towards him away from—

Ollie.

Oh, his poor baby…he's all black and bleeding and he wants to scream again.

***

Roman's heart leaps into his chest as he sees his dragon set Remus down. He's already rushing over and skidding on his knees to wrap his brother up in his arms, pulling his half-beaten torso into his lap and cupping his cold, cold face in his hands.

"Hey, hey, Re, it's me, it's Roman, I've got you now, it's gonna be okay, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"R-Ro?"

"Yeah, Re, it's me. I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? I've got you." He leans down and pressing a shaky kiss to a sweat-covered forehead. "Oh, god, Re, I'm sorry, I didn't know—I would've come right to you, I promise—"

"I know." Remus coughs wetly. "I didn't—I didn't know it was gonna be this bad either."

"Is it all of your realm? Ollie said the water—the water was going grey, that he couldn't swim through it—"

Remus's expression twists, pained again, and Roman's heart sinks.

"Oh, god, you haven't been able to…to Create at all?"

Remus shakes his head and Roman breathes out a curse, tugging his brother up and into a proper embrace. He reaches out blindly and hears the slosh of the water as one of the Kraken's arms lifts up too, slowly extending towards him. His dragon rumbles, prowling closer to help nudge the Kraken's arm into position on the grass so it can wrap around the two brothers. He takes one of Remus's hands and presses it to a less tender patch on Ollie's arm.

"Ollie's right here, okay? It's gonna be okay, Ollie's safe, he's so smart, he came right to me, I swear everyone else is gonna be taken care of too, we're gonna fix this, it's gonna be okay, I swear."

Not for the first time, Roman curses the fact that he let the others talk Thomas into getting that weird peer review thing done. It wasn't like in a class or a workshop where everyone is acting in good faith, and it wasn't even good feedback. He's been arguing with Logan for a long time over the fact that any unwanted advice is just criticism, and any sort of feedback offered without knowledge of what they were trying to do wasn't going to be valuable. God, part of him wants to get Logan right now and shove him in front of Remus, see his brother in pain and screaming for help while his Kraken suffered, but he knows he can't do that. One, he'd never forgive himself for letting someone else see Remus this vulnerable, and he knows Remus would never let him hurt one of the others like that.

See, he wants to scream at that awful, awful person, there's more to him than just darkness and cruelty. Just because something is dark doesn't make it irredeemable, not that you should ever have the power to redeem anybody.

Some people shouldn't be trusted with that sort of authority.

"I've got you, Re," he whispers, rocking his brother back and forth, "I've got you. We're gonna get through this, you and me. I swear it."

***

"Has anyone seen Remus?"

Janus looks up from his book as Virgil pulls out an earbud. Patton pokes his head out from the kitchen. "No, I haven't, not recently."

"I'm getting worried," Logan mutters as he comes the rest of the way down the stairs, fiddling with his tie, "I haven't seen him either, not since our last movie night three weeks ago."

"Wait, that's the last time you've seen him?"

"Yes. I was going to ask him to brainstorm with me today because—"

"Because you missed him," Janus fills in helpfully, smiling at Logan's glare.

"Perhaps, but—"

"You can admit it, L, it's just us."

"I admit nothing!" Logan ignores their snickers, turning to Patton instead. "The point is that I knocked on his door and he didn't answer, and his side of the Imagination door has been cold, like it hasn't been used at all."

Janus pinches off the rest of his sarcasm, sitting up and putting his book down. "It's been cold? Completely?"

"Yes! Like he's not even been in there."

"And there's no chance he's been using the one he has in his room?"

"That would require him being in his room and he's never there when I knock! Or at least he never answers."

"And how many times a day are you checking!"

"J, not now," Virgil mutters as Logan turns pink, "we need to focus on finding Remus."

"Let's go ask Roman," Patton says, quickly wiping his hands on a towel and hurrying out of the kitchen. "Maybe he knows what's going on."

They rush back up the stairs, intent on turning down the right hall to go get Roman, when Patton abruptly stops short. Virgil nearly runs into him and Janus proceeds to fully run into Virgil.

"Ow!"

"Hey, don't stop out of nowhere if you don't want me to run into you!"

"Guys," Patton says, voice suddenly soft and scared, "guys, look at the Imagination door."

They look. The door isn't glowing. A gray smoke almost covers one side, the other only gleaming faintly. Patton chokes on a whimper as Virgil muffles a curse, stepping forward to carefully touch one side. He yanks his hand back as it hisses.

"Well, that's not good—oh, it's opening now. Oh, this is gonna go super well."

The door swings open to reveal a dark forest. Trees frown over the entrance, a cold fog spilling into the hallway. But there's no luster to it, not the way the Imagination has always had. Instead, the bark almost appears to fray and disappear at the edges, as though it's caught in a printer jam with someone trying to yank out the pages. Virgil swallows and steps forward, ignoring the cautioned whispers, moving through the door and into the Imagination. Under his feet, the grass rustles and a cold breeze whips by.

"Come on. I think they're both in here."

"Oh, I love this idea," Janus mutters, clinging to Logan's arm as they step through. On his other side, Patton grabs on to the edge of his cape. "Alright, where too?"

"Uh…"

They're about to just pick a direction and walk when there's the low thud of approaching footsteps. They turn, Virgil automatically throwing his arms out to protect the others, as a huge wolf looms in front of them.

"Oh," Logan mumbles, "hello. Are—are you here to take us to them?"

"You know this guy?"

"The Wolf is one of the creatures of the Imagination not created by either Roman or Remus. He is…unto himself." Logan nods and the wolf huffs a breath. "I think he…I think he wants us to follow him."

"…we've done weirder things than follow a giant wolf through the forest, sure."

And so they do. They walk through the forest toward a massive clearing, the sky overhead growing grayer and grayer as they go. Soon they're all holding hands, trying not to trip into patches of pure gray as the wolf leads them down a rocky cliff towards the shore. In the distance, the sky fades into a brilliant blue, the grass turning green, and on one solitary hill lies a brilliant red dragon.

"Is that—is that Roman?"

The wolf huffs and inclines his head. His gait lengthens and they have to run to keep up. The dragon lifts her head and growls, and then they see them.

"Remus!"

Logan breaks out in front, skidding to a stop beside the shaking Side as Roman mumbles something into his ear. He reaches out with shaking hands, trying to figure out where to touch him that won't hurt. The others quickly join them, falling to their knees as Remus gasps and twitches in Roman's arms.

"He's hurt," Roman nearly sobs, "he got hurt when the critique was happening and now he feels like he can't Create. It's so bad, he's—he's so hurt."

"What do we do? How do we help?"

"We just have to be here. It's not—it's not something we can fix. We just have to be here for him, him, not whatever we want him to be, just—just him."

Logan's mouth hardens and he scoots closer, wrapping his arms around a shaking Remus. "We can do that."

***

Remus wakes up warm.

He turns his head and bumps his nose into Roman's chest. He looks up to see Roman smiling down at him, a hand brushing sweaty hair back from his forehead. He opens his mouth to ask what's going on when the rest of the sound filters in and he realizes he's surrounded by sleeping Sides.

"They wanted to help," Roman whispers, still brushing his fingers across his face so lightly it almost sends him right back to sleep, "they're here to help."

"H-help?"

"Cat pile," Roman teases, gently pulling Remus a little closer only for Logan to snuffle in his sleep and hold on tighter, "see? They gotcha."

Remus's chest feels tight. They came. They wanted to help.

"Ollie's better now, see?" Roman points at the Kraken who cheerfully waves a few arms. "He's been getting better as you've been sleeping. I think it's working."

"You guys…you guys stayed to help me?"

"Of course we did, Re, you're—you're Remus. You're my brother, pain in the ass that you are—" he chuckles when Remus scowls up at him— "don't look at me like that. You wanna go back to sleep? You still a little sore?"

"A little."

"That's okay." Roman pats his chest. "We'll be right here when you wake up."

As Remus drifts off to sleep, the pain slowly leaving his body, color begins to bleed back into the Imagination once more.

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[zoemillinwrites]

Personally, I’ve never seen the prank as this huge betrayal or some big dramatic event between Sirius and Remus. In the books Sirius never really seemed remorseful, and Remus didn’t seem particularly upset either. I feel like the fandom has always exaggerated it a bit... but honestly... I’m worried about the prank in your story rn...the only thing keeping me going is that it happens in sixth year and we’re still in fifth, so there’s still time. btw Thank you so much for writing this story ...I’m really sorry if this comment upsets you cuz ofc it’s your story and you should write it however you want but... is there any chance something a little happy could happen soon? Please?? My heart actually hurts... like physically

hey anon, thank you! as a writer, I'm honestly very glad to hear that you're not looking forward to the prank in this fic because I'm (perhaps self-importantly lol) taking that to mean that I've written characters and a relationship that you care enough to be worried about and have emotions towards. even if it is "just" ff i always try to write in a way that makes people connect & *feel* things, so this is music to my ears.

that said, the prank will absolutely be part of this fic (with my own spin on it ofc). the prank has been foreshadowed almost from chapter 1 & it's always been a part of the way the wolfstar relationship/connection will progress, and maintain forward momentum in this fic. without spoilers, all i can ask is that you trust the process and me :)

[alwaysyouuuuuu]

So i was thinking about your Wolfstar Marvel AU again (it should pay rent with how much it's spinning around my head) and like,,,, Sirius not having any kind of closure about Remus,,, he doesn't know what happened to him, they never found a body or any traces of him and then he was pronounced dead and Sirius just. Doesn't know. He doesn't even know why they took Remus in the first place. And he probably feels guilty about it too (bc ofc he would!!!). Just, the lack of closure of it all, the big question mark haunting him, up until 70+ years later when he's face-to-face with Remus again (I'm loving it)

Hi hi hi!!!! 💕💕💕 Thank you so much for the ask! I am so happy we both find it consuming haha and I agree. AU needs to start paying me hourly wages for just how much it keeps me up and wondering at night. I would be in tears and at the end of my wit, if I had to do just part of this research in school (I was not into history or any literature for school, and that's putting it mildly.) and now I do this willingly lol.

You know one of those, "I'm so glad you asked"- *7 hour long vm* memes? I fear this will end up like that. Bear with me.

Before we get into that, I'll clear up some background? So Remus was first taken along with a lot of their troop (ambush?), and they were partially injected (plot reasons plot reasons!! I feel like you can guess why!!) and the Sirius and co rescued them etc etc. And then Remus was targeted specifically.

So before the permafrost, I feel the situation was very bad for Sirius. For one, he would have agreed to the Serum in the first place because Remus was in captivity (also for the war effort, of course, but to Sirius, at that point there really was no room for question which may have been there otherwise), and then he got Remus back. Just to lose him again.

And then, to the Military and almost everyone else, Hope and Lyall Lupin lost a son, but Sirius Black lost a fellow soldier. He lost a comrade. Sure, they were friends, so him being vengeful is believable, to an extent. And no one really gets the blank look in his eyes, after.

I believe there was a quote that went like, "Should you lose a spouse/partner, there is a shared understanding of the relationship, but when you lose a friend, there's no tangible evidence, no widely acknowledged way to mourn."

Except, for Sirius, he did lose his partner, love of his life and dearest friend of so many years. And no one understands. Maybe James and Lily know, but it is the 40s. Realistically, they are quiet about it at best. For him it is both, and all the more painful. And he doesn't get exactly why Remus was targeted either. Remus was at an integral position in the OSS, unusual for his age, recruited at the very beginning, one of the sharpest minds, so it could have been that. And god, he was cold blooded when he got to fighting. But of course, he cannot shake the feeling that it was because of him.

So, in that time, the days he spent looking for Remus with James and Lily, (which really wasn't much, they would not have been allowed to!) he is partially cynical. Not to the point of self-blaming but enough to self-destruct. James tries to get him out of it, but Lily grits her teeth. She doesn't say much, because she understands, I believe, how much at that point he just wants it to end.

*BAM* permafrost.

After he gains consciousness, he would have blanked out for a while, because what even is this? But he doesn't, because after the first few excruciating minutes, when the blood is pounding in his chest, looking at every flash of light, every building and car that look unnatural, really, the first thing he processes is Moody telling him that the War is over. Good, at least something went well, he thinks.

They tell him many soldiers were rescued, because that's the first thing he asks. After it sinks in, he wants to hope, and maybe he does. Because this is real, he can see it. As outlandish as it is, he is in the future. If this can be real, how foolish would it be to hope that maybe Remus made it too? He would be old, and he would have lived his life. Maybe with someone else, and that's okay. If he gets to see him one more time, Jesus, it's okay.

They tell him what happened with HYDRA and his family. They tell him about James Potter and how he revolutionized weapons, they tell him about Lily Potter, who later went on to join the NSA. God, he gets fucking giddy hearing all of that, because it worked out. For someone, it did. For James and Lily, it did. He wants to meet Harry.

And he starts to have a nagging thought, because with how they speak of and to him, maybe they would have mentioned his known childhood friend. And Remus was known to his own credit.

So he asks, slowly about one Remus Lupin?

And lo and behold. They know of him of course, of course, he was Captain America's best friend. But nothing was known of him post war.

He tries to hold his face and nods, but Moody gives him a strange look. Tells him that he'll look into it for him. He tamps it down, though, there is no point in a wishful fantasy. He would have begged Moody if required, but there really is no point. And he doesn't think he can open his mouth without saying something incriminating.

Moody offers him the initiative, of course, but they tell him to take a breath, see the world, find himself first. And he does, he takes a few days. But then he gets time to think about it, to mull things over, to reevaluate his last choices. When he is trying to ease into the new world, he is busy, things are overwhelming. But once he gets home, he spirals. He remembers how panicky he had been during the first rescue mission. He had been desperate. And what if that clued them in? There were others in the OSS. So why just Remus?

It had to be him.

So he throws himself into missions, trains hard, exhausts himself so doesn't have to think. He does what he's always been doing, he helps SHIELD and doesn't question much, because he is still processing. Some things stick out but one can only handle so much, yeah? Besides, James and Lily were the co-founders.

He finds out. Well. Many things about his past and it's just so much (I'll stop or this itself will spiral to 3k.)

I feel he's quite mercurial at times in these days. Unsettled, but he keeps going. He drinks sometimes, gets shit faced. Those days are increasing, really.

Then he meets Elena.

And there is something striking about her. Such a young girl, and he can see it in her eyes that she has seen a lot. Too much. He sees himself in her. And he is protective. He is maybe a little taken aback. Because she seems so much... like an old soul.

And Elena is drawn to him too. She opens up, slowly, slowly, which she doesn't normally. But he is fiery. Like her. And they mostly have the same stances. She doesn't speak of her childhood, and so he doesn't ask. She does mention she had a dad, and though seemingly not for long, she remembers her name from him.

She seeks out his company and it soothes something in him. I feel he's a little more settled? With time? I mean it's hard to pity yourself when there is someone dragging you out to bowl and join soccer clubs, when that someone is a loner too. Even though thinking of Remus' hurts a little more each day, because he feels that Elena and Remus would get along so well. Man she even fights like him.

So when he sees Remus again, it is whiplash of the worst kind. Remus is just there. Because it is Remus and it is not, and he is standing there just staring because this Remus even fights the same. And he sees Elena standing frozen there, and it suddenly hits him that she looks... like Remus.

Except for her eyes and it is like he is watching everything from afar. All he can do try to hold Remus back. Until Neville flies them away.

Because what has his life come to?

Elena is not responding. She is not even looking at him. And Sirius is thinking a thousand miles an hour. I think he'd find out everything he can about whoever this Winter Soldier is.

Before they finally bring R in for questioning I feel S would be overcome with guilty and longing and a lot of painful confusion, really.

And mostly, Sirius is guilt ridden. Remus was in there, with them doing who knows what to him, for 70 years? He never deserved that. Sirius was outwardly rebellious. It was his family helping fund HYDRA. And then there's Elena. Is Elena Remus'? Because how in the world did Remus manage to have a kid while he was trapped in a facility?

There is something really cool about her name. if you look closely.

Outside of his blackouts, Remus solely spoke Russian to everyone around him for 70 years right? So it seems logical that's what he'd speak to elena in that environment, mind controlled half the time etc, before they were separated (she was like. 7) and he'd find it a little difficult to slip into English again, or that's what Elena thinks. So when he demands to meet her first, she storms in, defensive stance (Sirius is standing right outside by the way) but Remus just blinks. Because they said it was Elena Chernova. But it's not. It's Helena Black.

And Sirius just. Dies a little.

Basically. He is spiralling.

So is this, so I'll stop here.

Based on this post. + snippet.

[futurecorps3]

hello! could i please request James Potter x Goth!Reader? She would be a hufflepuff, maybe he saw her once at the hallway defending some younger kids from some bullies and it was love at first sight uwu

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

Yay, this is so cute!! I wouldn't define my style as goth but it is more on the punk/grunge, so I hope I get this right. Thanks for requesting, nonnie! x

♡ Baby boy is so :(

♡ He holds no stereotypes or at the very least tries his best not to

♡ So, when he sees you defending a Gryffindor boy -surely a first year- from a group of Ravenclaws, it's safe to say he was head over heels.

♡ "Hey I-I just wanted to say that was very kind of you" all light voices trying to be masked by an overly confident body language because you're so tall in those boots holy shit you're intimidating

♡ You are until you flash a dazzling smile to him

♡ "It's the least I could do; poor kid was terrified of them. If only he knew we're all very scared of everything most of the time..." you wondered, walking to the covered bridge with your long, black leather coat floating almost divinely behind you

♡ "I-I'm James!" he shouts, hand in his fluffy hair as he stared at you go before turning around briefly and shouting back "I know!" with a giggle

♡ He was aghast, knowing he hadn't seen you before in all his years here. How could he miss you!?

♡ While you didn't share any classes, he made sure to take an extra look at the Hufflepuff table during lunch and found you there, giggling with your friends

♡ "James, eat up" Remus mumbled with a full mouth "He's in love, Moony. Let him enjoy the fleeting moments of joy that come with the sight of his belo-" "Shut up Sirius, I can't hear her"

♡ Not long after, he saw you in the steps for Hufflepuff during a Quidditch match. In a swift motion, he flew on his broom over to you

♡ "James!" you smiled. You were wearing a dress vest, a long raincoat and dress pants all in black, along with silver accessories "I'd say your name in the same excited tone but I don't have the pleasure of knowing it"

♡ He was such a charmer, couldn't help but blush a bit 🤭

♡ "It's Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N"

♡ My man felt butterflies, fireworks and his heart skipped a beat! It felt nice to say your name, a good feeling in his tongue that he couldn't get rid of

♡ Y/N, Y/N, Y/N

♡ He took a big deep breath and turned the slut on

♡ "You're on the wrong side of the stadium, darlin'. Should be on Gryffindor's side! Let me take you there" he said, offering his hand out, so you hopped on his broom

♡ You declined kindly, saying your friend was playing for the first time today and you couldn't leave.

♡ James feigned offence and winked before flying off with his signature smirk

♡ Two weeks later, at the match against Slytherin, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd while he stretched and played his best

♡ After that, you never really left his side

♡ You seemed to be everywhere! He found you in the library, during parties, on Hogsmeade and even in the hallways

♡ This turned you into something, making him ask you for a date eventually. A date you said yes to.

♡ Now to the dating part <3

♡ HE BUYS YOU GOTH SHIT HE KNOWS YOU'LL LIKE

♡ "Look! It's a silver cross!", "Baby I got this corset for you, they only had this tone of red though...", "I got your eyeliner refill... yes I know you still have some but it'll run out EVENTUALLY... love you too, dove”

♡ He borrows your crop tops ughhhh!!!

♡ Baby is so supportive!! Ofc you don’t care much about what people say about your style but if you ever have second guesses he makes sure to reassure you

♡ YOU BLESSED THIS WORLD WITH THE SIGHT OF JAMES POTTER WITH EYELINER

♡ He loves Siouxie and the Banshees bro, he’ll be forever grateful to you for showing him her cover of Passenger, originally by Iggy Pop

♡ Y’all go record shopping to the city <3

♡ “James, baby, I adore you but if Daniel Ash asked me out…”

♡ He gave you the silent treatment for like thirty minutes, caving when you pretended to be truly hurt

♡ James is a SUCKER for seeing you get ready

♡ Wether you wear huge eyeliner with intricate designs or just take a lot of time accessorizing, he’s there to admire and help in what he can!!

♡ Therefore, loves going shopping with you

♡ He incorporated some of your underground music knowledge to one up Sirius during muggle music discussions

♡ “Queen is great but have you heard Sisters of Mercy?” “James there’s not a point of comparison what the fuck are you talking abou-“

♡ Worships the ground you walk on pretty much

♡ You get many stares with different meanings when you walk through the school but the only one you care about is James’ lovesick gaze checking you out from one of the classroom’s doors

♡ “You’re so hot” he’d groan when you finally reach his arms before kissing you UGH SOMEONE BRING HIM TO ME NOW!!!

♡ Just imagining his linebacker figure, dressed in his jersey and being the sunshine he is next to you which are pretty much the opposite at first sight makes my heart all warm!!!!!!

♡ To end this, a random little hc I developed just now

♡ If you tend to be very all over the place and distracted like me, rest assured that James Potter knows where all your shit is

♡ “Love, have you seen my boots? The one’s with a bunch of buckles on them, can’t fin-“ “Bottom of the bed” …. “Jamie! Where’s my chain?” “Bats or coffin?” “Bats” “Top left drawer under your black shirt with the tiny holes on it”

♡ Sweet angel boy loves his goth girl!!

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[brandileigh2003]

Ty @madefortherain for tag--

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•one piece of jewellery you can't go anywhere without:

I don't wear jewelry. Used to be my wedding rings but my meds and illness cause big weight fluctuations and can't keep up with resizing. On rare occasions I dress up I put them on necklace, but can't around the house bc in bed so much and tangles.

•most worn shoes:

flip flops. A very specific pair that I bought extra of years ago I liked so much. I am on my last pair. And I somehow wear out the right one first. So I have 3 left shoes that don't have a partner 🤣

•new book/fic that has you in its grip:

you're making me pick one???? I'm living for brave face. I devoured captain moony as well. I have so many really that I get happy to see notifications.

•one drink you can't go without:

I have a codependent and toxic relationship with diet Coke 🤣

•latest kitchen fail:

Spilling part of. my Mac and cheese in oven. It somehow still turned out mostly ok.

•a piece of media you have been wanting to watch for ages but never got the time to:

I need to find my next obsession really. I just have been rewatching stuff.

•latest character to enter brainrot mode:

Uh. Remus lupin. Since 2021? No one has quite matched it. I mean ofc Sirius too bc I love their relationship. But remus is a different level of connection with me bc of the chronic illness and disability rep.

No pressure Tags: @lavenderhaze @mybelovedmoon @jam-pots @lucigoo

[fafodill]

The snirius hater comes back to torment you (just kidding, I really love your content), and while I get that they have toxic potential together and many angles to explore their characters, I get that, but it is just like you said (about Jeverus) I’d rather pluck my eyes out because, to me, James and Sirius are too deeply intertwined (which is a fancy way to say that I LOATHE them both). I cannot stomach Severus with any marauder or Lily, for that matter, because they suck and probably I’m too invested in Severus to see him struggle —even more— with someone who, in my eyes, will never deserve him. Sirius would need to be reborn, and I probably will never read fics about them together but the fanart, the fanart always slays, I really think the Snirius shippers are the ones who draw Severus the best… Snapemort is not bad, not a fan myself but if you’re open then there are always a couple of good fanfics out there. And to end this, I just saw someone post about Sirius/Petunia, and it caught my attention. What do you think about it?

Oh yes I mean, we can't help the ways the characters sit in our chests, y'know?

When I was younger I didn't give a shit about James. Now I hate him because I associate him with my old bullies.

But back in the days, I LOVED Sirius. My perception of him was really shaped by the very unique atmosphere of PoA - and he was very much supposed to be seen as kind of a martyr (which he is objectively for his imprisonment) and a cool parent figure for Harry (the man had a FLYING MOTORCYCLE I mean-) - and Gary Oldman's performance. He was charming as fuck.

Now I can also see how fucking crazy he was when he was younger and how obsessed he was with James and how both of them enabled each other's cruel tendencies. Weirdly tho it didn't affect my soft spot for Sirius for many reasons I could develop.

(Which isn't the same with Remus whom I adored and now want to wack in the face).

I also live to see Severus happy and being well taken care of, anon, so I totally get why Sirius (or any Maraudeurs) is a no-go for you. That's totally valid. Sirius is my exceptions, but hey, he's one of my beloved so ofc my brain will pick and choose.

I will say tho, that contrary to Snape other bullies - namely James or Lily who, well, died - Sirius got served a huge slice of humble pie from life and I believe in the transformative power of him coming back to a wrecked life, during another war and having to figure out who he wants to be. Unfortunately for him, he's being retraumatized heavily by the plot so he doesn't have time for that. But had he not died stupidly, he would have been a mess (like Snape) but also deep down desperate to live (like Snape)(or not)(and both cases are interesting). And I love seeing fics where they struggle together to get out of the gutter and cemetery that is their lives because - at the end of the war - they're the only two ones left from their generation. And that brings people together.

Sirius/Petunia? Now that's an odd pair.

I'm on the team that thinks that Sirius wouldn't even be interested in muggleborn people (at least nothing else than sexually) so a full on muggle girl...? I press F to doubt. If we imagine a scenario where Lily and Petunia stayed somewhat close and Lily had her meet her friends well... if you go for fuckboy!Sirius, he maybe could be interested in a shag. But it still feels unlikely to me.

Petunia would still be fascinated with people who can do magic so imagine the power imbalance with Sirius, who's good at magic, good looking and from an influential family. She could absolutely swoon. But Sirius doesn't seem interested in people just gawking at him.

Also I think Petunia could remind him of his Mother.

[pangaeaseas]

5, 7, 8, 24 and 27 for Lily and Sirius

5. first song that comes to mind when you think of them. For Lily, it's Wuthering Heights by Kate Buch (which I imagine she likes a lot.) though maybe running up that hill might fit better...bc she makes a deal with god (her life for harry's....) For Sirius, it's Once in a Lifetime by the Talking Heads (which I imagine he liked until Azkaban where the rocks and stones and water bit hit wayyy too close to home). These are kind of arbitrary and don't have much to do with them as people.

7. Favorite thing fandom does with this character.

For Lily, I'm a huge fan of the idea that she did intentional magic to defeat voldemort. i also like when fandom develops her character more than she's developed in canon but independently of James and Snape. so I like her having a good female friend. especially when it's Mary MacDonald bc that can get complicated real fast. also love politcially active and aware lily who gets involved with Muggleborn rights.

For Sirius, aus where he raises Harry. and while my original headcanon is actually aroace Sirius which i've very rarely seen, I do like that especially nowadays he's rarely straight. I also love him being good friends with Lily. and close with his cousins as well.

8. least favorite thing fandom does with their character

with Lily there's serious and more minor things. the serious thing is ofc the Bad Friend to Snape Lily narrative which I despise and Lily bashing in general. It grosses me out. And more broadly, the way Lily tends to be treated as a prop for whichever male character the author prefers, being loved or hated as an extension of her male friends. The minor thing is that I don't think Lily was that popular (which is pretty much purely my headcanon) but even fics with good characterizations of her have her have a whole group of friends--and i've read and enjoyed very many of these, but I'd like there to be a little more unpopular weirdo lily.

with Sirius.................do you have an hour? No? Okay. I'll stick to one thing. Idiot Sirius. The man is smart. whether you are making him an airhead in the modern day who needs Remus to function or that annoying fandom trend from years ago where he just pranks 24/7 with no other thoughts in his head, I don't like it. Also Sirius bashing to prop up Regulus and blaming Sirius for Regulus's death (wtf). makes it hard to find black brothers stuff and I used to like the black brothers!

24 characters from another fandom that remind you of them

the way Lily is treated by fandom reminds me of how lyanna stark is treated by her fandom....

sirius as the chosen father figure to Harry has to have some analogue somewhere, but I cant think of one off the top of my head (sorry).

27. A color that reminds you of them

Bright electric green for Lily. she's the girl with the killing curse eyes (this is an Easter egg for EoS readers)

And Sirius is black, obviously. Also bright red.

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Jegulus drabble, maybe a minific?

Thinking about Biker James Potter... him and Sirius would be really into motorcycles and i can totally see them being besties who post abt their bikes like they're actual ppl.

ALSO besties Remus and Regulus who like to meet at the local cafe that Lily owns and gossip about books and people walking by when James parks outside to grab some coffees and pastries on the way to meet up with Sirius-

Remus and Reg are doing one of their favourite activities which is judging passerby's as potential dating options because Regulus is always whining about being lonely and hating seeing happy couples bc eww 🙄🙄[Remus is just as bad, only less vocal abt it.] When James walks in, Regulus is immediately VERY unsubtle about looking him up and down. Remus is now judging him bc "Mate you cant even see his face."

"Shut up. just the other day you got a glimpse of some guy at the club and have been waxing poetic about him since. i mean, honestly? all you saw was some black curly hair and a leather jacket dude."

"That's different! there was something about him i swear! and his dancing; oh the way he moved was fucking sinful you dont understand-"

"Yeah yeah i get it he looked like an angel who moved like a devil; you've told me a million times in the past 48 hours I swear. -Wait shut up shut up hes taking off the helmet look!"

"Oh? yeah i guess hes good looking, pretty face. not really my type though" Remus looks over to Regulus whose jaw is now hanging open while his eyes look as if they'll fall out of his skull if he strains them any further. "Reg, you're drooling."

"Am not."

"You so are. Go ask him for his number" Remus nudges Regulus, trying to get him to go over to the counter where James was.

"Fuck no. i'm not just going to go over there and talk to him! 'oh hi i've been staring at you since you came in because you're so hot i feel like i'm going to die if you don't look at me' i mean are you kidding?? Remus? rem- NO. nonononono don't you DARE! oh i'm going to fucking kill you."

Remus calls out and waves at James to come over, smiling at him. "Hey, my friend here was wondering what model your bike is, it looks sick."

Regulus is so fucked. Not only is the handsome stranger even hotter now that he's facing them, big brown doe eyes looking at Regulus with curiosity and, maybe, interest? shit. But the gorgeous stranger is looking at him, waiting for him to say something, and Regulus knows absolutely fucking nothing about motorcycles.

should i continue this? definitely not my best writing as its just me getting thoughts out of my head but oh boy does this AU have a chokehold on me. I'm also thinking artist reg for this au, because duh, ofc im projecting onto him. not sure what remus is doing with his life tho... open to suggestions.

Ps. btw in this AU sirius and regulus are still brothers, but they don't talk much and havent really seen eachother in a few years after a big argument about how sirius left him alone with their parents as a teenager etc.