Sirius Black, aged 19
Remus Lupin, aged 19
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I’ve been practising my drawing through a First War project with some friends and obviously these two are my favourite 🖤
be kind to me, I’m not an artist 😂
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okay but
Remus knowing how to knit because he used to spend a lot of time with his mom inside the house so she tought him how to
so he knows how to make nice fuzzy jumpers, he makes them for himself to wear and not worry about buying expensive clothes
and when he meets Sirius, that only has clothes that are too fancy and that he hate cause they make him look like his family
Remus makes the most colorful and warm jumpers he can for Sirius to be comfortable and happy
and they're basically the only thing Sirius wears the whole winter
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cw: grief
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remus lupin only realised he loved sirius black when it was too late.
the sad truth about life, about life in a war, is that it is, outright and simply, tragic. remus knew that. he had, in fact, known that his life would be hard far sooner than any of his friends. remus had grown aware that he was going to suffer, no matter what, because - and no matter how many times his parents tried telling him otherwise - remus was, outright and simply, a monster.
no matter what his friends said when they found out, or when they became animagi for his sake, remus was still and would always be, a monster. misfit. an outlier. improper for this world.
and then, on top of it all, there was sirius black. sirius black, the supposedly noble heir who was rooming with remus, james and peter. sirius black, who, in their first conversation, called remus a half-breed and was therefore smacked (quite hard) by james. sirius black, who was so oblivious to the world in which he lived in and to the prejudice his family was rooted on, it was painful to watch. sirius black, who loved leather jackets and muggle music. sirius black, who was smart and charismatic, who was ingenious and had a mind full of mischief.
remus thought about the sleepless nights in which sirius would slither over to his bed, the hours spent talking about anything and everything that came to mind, lost mumbles of nothings that felt like the whole world in the moment. remus thought about sirius’ face when he got his first vinil. he had let his hair grow to his shoulder at the time, waves of obsidian framing his face as if he were a sculpture, a work of art too beautiful and tragic to be veridical - but he was. remus remembered the way his light grey eyes lit up, a matching set of two moons, except remus would gladly drown in these ones, and gleefully accept any chance to stare into them instead of fearing them.
bantering. teasing. flirting. crying. fighting.
the days after fulls in which he’d wake up in the hospital wing to sirius snoring softly beside him. the day they sneaked out together, huddled close under a blanket by the great lake, watching both the sky and the mirror made by the black lake’s impeccable surface. and sirius had pointed out his constellation with such a well-mixed concoction of regret and love, beautiful and dangerous, mesmerising and poisonous.
yet remus only realised how much he loved him when he found out he was too far to be reached.
remus only realised he loved sirius the day james and lily potter were found dead. the day wormy was killed and a man - sirius black - was locked up. because he was the one who killed them.
remus only realised he loved sirius when he looked at his picture in the newspaper - desperate eyes and desperate features, sharp jaw and shoulder length hair that framed his face like a sculpture, - too beautiful and tragic for the world to see. remus realised when he chocked on a sob, when he fell to his knees, because, just like that, he had lost the only thing he had ever had in his life. james and lily and peter.
and sirius.
sirius black, the boy named after a star, who was a tragedy embodied into a mischievous smirk and glinting eyes. sirius, the star that took the moon with it when it became a supernova.
remus wished he had never fallen in love with sirius black, he wished the first betrayal was enough for him to leave, leave and never come back into the delicate embrace of sirius’ arms. he hated him.
and part of remus wished it hadn’t been too late. but it had. it was too late and remus was left picking up the pieces of something he didn’t have, mourning the end of a relationship that didn’t even get to start.
bantering. teasing. flirting. crying. fighting. falling apart.
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so. yeah.
prompt: wish (for the february thingy)
@wolfstarmicrofic
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Sirius: I don't have a crush
*Remus, walking out from the bathroom, only with a towel on hips*
Sirius: *places a pillow on his legs*
James: something's up, ain't I'm right?
Where Sirius fights with his feelings, or more like, tries to while his body betrays him and Remus is the reasonable one, cause even though they are idiots Remus (maybe with a little help from James) makes the first step and they finally get together.
words: 3.2k
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Sirius: [tears a page in a book]
Remus: I'm going to kill you, I will strangle you with my bare hands
Sirius: jeekz, at least take me to dinner first you kinky bitch
Remus:
Sirius:
Remus:
Sirius: alright fine, fuck chivalry, your house or mine?
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