#sirius is a horrible singer

[my-castles-crumbling]

Prompt: Mandrake

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Word count: 249

Sirius Black was a horrible singer.

James thought he sounded like a dying banshee. Peter insisted it was more like an injured mandrake. Remus opined that it was definitely like a sick ghoul.

Luckily, Sirius, ever the gentleman, kept his singing volume to a dull roar, and limited it to the shower.

It annoyed his dorm mates a bit, sure, but they learned to laugh at it, to poke fun and grin when they heard his screeching.

He always sang the upbeat classics- Bowie and Queen; Kiss and The Beatles.

Personally, James was glad he preferred that over Broadway or Opera.

But in fifth year, Sirius's tastes suddenly changed.

He began singing melancholy love songs about unrequited feelings and loneliness.

And Remus began listening.

James noticed it.

Sirius sang about loving someone who would never love him back, and Remus paused in his reading, listening closely to the horribly off-pitch crooning.

James started putting the pieces together.

Sirius sang about wishing he could find the perfect person, and Remus tuned in intently, ignoring the way Sirius's voice cracked, even as Peter winced.

James saw the way they looked at each other.

And one day, in sixth year, Sirius's tastes changed again.

Suddenly, he was singing happy songs; songs about loving someone forever; songs about being happily in love.

And James wasn't at all surprised when, after Sirius exited the bathroom, steam from his shower trailing out behind him, he placed a confident and familiar kiss right on Remus's lips.

[reine-de-la-lune]

Au is coming!!

What if? James is a great actor from Great Britain coming from a family of famous actors and Regulus is a new and passionate singer who tries to follow the path of his big brother Sirius who decided to abandon his career as a singer after a horrible accident.

[whorediaries-09]

just us, you find out

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort. a/n- let me know your thoughts, lovelies!

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'alohomora,' you whisper. your wand shakes in your hand, as the door clicks open. slowly, you enter sirius' house, with the owl's wing's fluttering behind you. she hoots, perching upon your shoulder, as you peek into the living room.

you find sirius sitting by the balcony, a bottle of butterbeer uncorked sitting by his side, along with a piece of paper with ragged edges. he rested his chin upon his knees, his hands clasped around his ankles. he moved and mumbled upon his own accord, not noticing your presence. as the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, they reflected the little pellets of tears that fell down his cheeks.

you drop your bag, coughing. he turns his head, watching as you walk closer to him. you kneel down beside him, your hand slowly clasping his. through a watery curtain, he watches, as you try your best to comfort him. he understands while you're not the best at comforting others, you try your best. through a thick voice, he whispers,

'you came?'

'you called.' you whisper back. your thumb soothes over the back of his palm, as you slowly wipe the tears from his cheeks. his eyes are puffy and red, probably from crying far too long.

'what happened?' you ask. he stares at the torn piece of paper.

'h-harry wrote back to me,'

'he did?'

'yes,'

'what did he say?' you ask, gingerly. he sniffs, fighting tears. 'i'll-just read it myself, you don't have to say it again, okay?' he nods. it was a neat scribble, a juxtaposition one could expect from a mere 6 year old.

''i didn't know i had a godfather. but please do not try to talk me again, my aunt and uncle got really mad at me. they wanted to throw the wonderful things you gifted me. however, do you think i can live with you? i hate it here.''

'oh dear,' you whispered, falling beside him. you put your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer, resting his head upon yours.

'can't he live with you?' you asked.

'not until he turns 17,' he replied. you nodded in understanding. no further words were exchanged. you stared at the letter, slowly patting his head and running your fingers through his locks. he buried his face into the nape of your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer to his.

'i'm such a horrible godfather,' he sniffed.

'you're not sirius. you would've been if you didn't care. but you care.'

'but i can't even take care of him! it's like...'

'it's like nothing, sirius. james took you in because he could. i'm sure if you could take him in, you would. you're not horrible, understand me? you're...just drunk on your pain. it's like...something you're addicted to, something you just can't escape. even though you want to. but somethings just take him to escape from, and that's okay.' he stared at you, his lips parted as if he was unable to speak. you cradled his face into your palm, rubbing your thumb on his cheek,

'you know...what i did when i felt sad? i used to go on walks. do you fancy one?'

it was like deja vu, when he smiled through his tears, nodding.

*-

you watched the as the singer gripped the mic, moving his lips and hips as he poured out his heart into the vocals. taking another sip of the beer, you looked at sirius who wasn't really observing the singer as you were. his eyes were wandering about as if he was restless-which perhaps he was. his drink was untouched.

'you're distracted,' you commented. he looked at you.

'i'm not,'

'yes you are! do you want to play the guitar?' you ask, remembering how he had sneaked in a guitar at school and played it for everyone. he smiled, gingerly. under the dim light of the bar, he hoped his blush went unnoticed. you remembered that he used to play the guitar. that was one of the many things sirius black had started liking about you. how you noticed the little things and remembered them as if writing a journal. he was used to the attention but never used to being noticed and observed.

and perhaps, that's what he craved. but not from anyone, from you. he'd let you observe every detail on his body, perhaps even let you kiss the places you liked the best. he'd let you ruin him if you wanted to, he'd let you cremate him into your lovingly cold arms.

'can i play the guitar?' he asked. you nodded.

'yes just go over to that guy-' you pointed at a guy in a black t-shirt who was standing in the corner. '-write your name into the list of the performers and he'll allow you to perform. even pay you,' you leaned in closer, 'but i doubt you'll need the payment.'

he chuckled. it was like music to your ears.

'no, seriously i doubt that i can play it how i used to play-instead of payment they may ask me for money,' he said. you stared at him, your eyes moving from his lips and back to his eyes. you tapped your fingernails on the counter. you pushed the bar stool closer to him. leaning to his ears so that your lips brushed against his earlobe, you whispered.

'i'm sure you'll be just fine, go on now,' sirius laughed, hiding nervousness as you pulled back.

'you sure?' the silence hung, slow and serene as you nodded.

*-

'i wrote this song along with my best mate,' he whispered into the mic. 'i'm not that great of a singer, but i'm-well was anyways good with the guitar.' the crowd clapped. he paused, pushing the heel of his shoe into the stage. he stroked the chords of the guitar, letting the tune hum.

'he's now no more in this world. he was the best person i ever met.' he said. in this throat, you could see the lump of grief linger. his fingers struck at the chords, as he slowly played out the tune onto the guitar. the men and women alike stared at him.

the bar had never seen somebody so gorgeous as sirius black before. with a dazzling flame they stared into sirius' damply gray eyes. perhaps they thought they could rekindle the flame in his eyes, the fire within him. but your heart soared with a selfish thought that only you could rekindle the flame in his eyes. only you had seen the boisterous glow within him even after he'd escaped as a fallen angel. no matter how many people tried to ignite it, he'd always run back to you.

so you let the guitar paired with his vocals engulf you as you watched him contently performing.

*-

'we're gonna get wet!' you laughed as you ran across the empty street, hand engulfed with his. it was the first rain, and your mind with hazy with the alcohol that ran through your veins. but as the rain hit the streets, neither of you decided to use your wands.

perhaps neither wanted to, and let fate take over it's destiny.

'that's the point, love!' he screamed. he held you by your waist, pulling you closer to his body. with unrhythmic feet, you danced along with his steps, the laughter echoing through the streets as he twisted you around his fingers, your back pressed against his chest.

his breathe fanned over your neck, and through the rain, you felt the warmth fall on your skin, goosebumps kissing your skin. he pressed you closer to him, feeling every inch of your skin as he moved along the rain, as the pellets wetted your skin.

'well this feels familiar,' he whispered, twisting you around again, pressing your front against his. his fingers threaded at your shirt, as he nudged his nose against yours.

'does it, sirius?' you whispered back. his lips were so close to yours...almost brushing against each other. he breathed slow and heavy, his palm cradling your face as he pulled back. he closed his eyes, rubbing his thumb on the skin of your cheek.

'please,' he said, almost begging. he opened his eyes, staring into yours, 'let me kiss you,'

'only if you don't regret it,' you said, standing on your tiptoes and brushing your lips against his. he chuckled, pulling you closer to him,

'i promise, never,'

he planted his lips upon yours. you felt your heart leap, as he held you closer, as if consuming you whole. you slipped your tongue into his mouth, wrapping your hands around his neck, tasting the infusion of rain and alcohol on his tongue. as if you were his poison, he drank you all down.

to him, you were one hell of a drug. the only drug he wanted to be addicted to.

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Moodboard Monday!!

James Potter x Reader- Sunset Conversations

A huge thank you to my amazing friend @xacatalepsyx ; who created this masterpiece of a moodboard for my new moodboard writing challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Warnings: Horrible parents, disowning, pureblood prejudice

I’m in love with an idiot.

That was all I could think to myself as I watched James Potter singing at the top of his lungs to the latest number one of the muggle world. 

Sirius and James had been taking it in turns to sing muggle songs to try and settle the argument they were having over who the best singer was. 

So naturally, the only way for them to settle the argument was to have a sing-off.

They were taking it very seriously, I could've stopped them, told them that they were both awful singers, but it was entertaining and quite funny to watch them battle it out; and merlin knew I needed something to make me smile today.

“So,” Lily began sitting down next to me, “how did the date go?”

Ah. 

The date. 

I’d been trying really hard to forget about the date that had taken up most of my afternoon. 

It wasn’t a date I wanted to go on, especially given who it was. 

Lucius Malfoy.

Neither of us really had much say in the matter, my family had arranged it with his; I think my parents were hoping that the date would go well and I’d somehow fall back in line with the traditions of our family. 

Pure blood mania. 

They were a nightmare. 

They hated pretty much everything about me, what I was interested in, who my friends were, what I wanted to do when I left Hogwarts. 

I think Lucius was their last attempt to pull me back in; not that that would ever work.

But still, angering my parents a few weeks before the holidays was not something I wanted to do either. 

So, I went on the date. 

I was polite; until Lucius started badmouthing my friends and telling me that what I wanted for my life was only influenced by them. 

~~~~~

“You’re friends with a Muggleborn” the disgust was evident in his voice. 

Merlin I wanted to punch him; if we hadn’t have been in a crowded bar I probably would’ve,“Her name is Lily, and yes I am,”

Lily was one of my closest friends. And I, unlike the rest of my house and family, didn’t care that she was muggleborn. 

“Can you not see why your parents are concerned about you?”

Concerned? About me? No. They’d never been concerned about; what they were concerned about was their image and how I was ‘damaging’ it. 

“Because I have friends?”

“The wrong type of friends,” he whispered venomously; as though I’d somehow offended him. And although that was not my internet, it did give me a lot of satisfaction. 

“As opposed to?”

“Having friends of your class,”

“Sirius Black is of a higher class than me or my family,”

I could see a little vein on the side of Lucius’ forehead that looked like it was about to burst in his anger, “Sirius Black is a traitor and a disappointment to his family,” 

Well that makes two of us. 

That is why I am friends with the marauders, Lily and Marlene, because of Sirius Black. 

~~~~~~

I hadn’t told my friends who the date was with; but I did tell them that my parents had arranged it for me.

“That bad?” Lily asked, obviously noticing the look on my face as the memories flags he’d through my mind. 

“It was awful,” I stated, trying to force the memory out of my mind once again, “I guess I’m just old school, I still like flowers and real dates, not arranged ones with people I don’t even like,” 

I felt Lily's hands wrap around me as she pulled me into a hug. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered; she was my closest friend, she knew all of the drama that went on between my parents and I. And I knew she felt guilty because she thought she was the cause of it, which she wasn’t. 

My parents weren’t nice people. 

That’s what it came down to. 

Nothing to do with her, or me, or anyone else, just them. 

~~~~~~

I needed space; some time away from the castle, away from my friends, so that I could think. 

The forest wasn’t exactly the safest place to be, I knew that, but I just needed some time. 

You are not our daughter

The words from the howler my parents sent me this morning played on my mind like an annoying song I couldn’t get out of my head. 

I should’ve been relieved. 

I should’ve been happy.

My parents weren’t good people. 

But, they were the only family I had. 

I think somewhere in my heart I had hoped that they would change, maybe that’s why their words stung so much. 

“What’s wrong?” I heard a familiar voice ask; snapping me out of my thoughts and halting my steps. 

When I turned around, I saw the one and only James Potter standing behind me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concern.

Lily must've told him I was here; she was the only person I had seen today; she was the only person who could've noticed that something was wrong.

“Nothing, I'm fine,” I smiled. Of course it was a fake smile, and I was hoping James didn’t notice that. 

But of course he did, “you’re a terrible liar,”

“I just needed some space,” I answered simply. It was a vague answer. I knew that; but right now I really didn’t want to have a conversation about how awful my family was. 

“Come with me,” he said softly, offering his hand to me. 

“James-” 

James stepped closer towards me before I could finish my sentence, capturing my hand in his,“I know somewhere safer than the forest for you to have some space.”

And with his fingers intertwined with mine, he left me out of the forest and to a place I was sure only he knew of. 

It was an abandoned house with a little ladder next to it that led up to the roof. 

“After you,” he whispered, letting go of my hand so I could climb the ladder. 

When I reached the top of the roof I sat there; taking in the view. 

I could see why he liked it here. 

It was quiet, peaceful and beautiful. 

Especially in this moment as the sun was setting; transforming the once blue sky into an intense assortment of orange, yellow, pink and purple.

The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking; it almost made me forget why I was up here to begin with; that was until I felt James sit down next to me.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his hazel eyes meeting my own, squeezing my hand lightly, “you can talk to me or not, but I am here for you, always.”

I remained silent for a few moments, my brain processing what he said.

“I’ll give you your space,” he continued, giving my hand a final squeeze before beginning to stand up. 

“I got a howler from my parents today,” I said; making James sit back down where he originally was. 

“I see,” James began, his hand returning to mine once again, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand, “what did they say?”

“Long and short of it is that I’m not the person my parents wanted me to be,” I was surprised by the way my voice cracked as the words left my lips; I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and stop myself from breaking, “they hate the subjects I’ve chosen to study, my plans for the future, the people I associate myself with…they hate who I am,”

“Then they’re idiots,” I could see the anger from what parents had said burning in his eyes; though his voice remained soft.

“Y/n/n,” he whispered; placing his other hand on my cheek; I couldn’t help but lean into his delicate touch, “you are you,”

A smile formed on his lips as he said those words; the type that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm like crazy. 

“And that is nothing short of amazing,” he continued, as his thumb moved down my cheek to my chin, pulling my face closer to his so that our noses were touching.

“We should be getting back to the castle,” I mumbled, mentally cursing myself as soon as the words left my lips. 

But it was getting late; the once beautifully coloured sky was now darkening and the last thing I wanted was for James to get into trouble because of me. 

“We should,” he agreed with a small smirk, before he closed the distance between our lips. 

It took my mind a second to catch up to what was happening; James Potter was kissing me. 

It sounded like a dream. 

It felt like a dream. 

But as I began kissing him back, my lips molding effortlessly against his own, I realised kissing him was much better than any dream I could muster. 

I had to fight back a small whine when I felt the coldness of the air on my lips rather than the warmth of James’ lips. 

“Now we can go back,” He chuckled, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip.

It didn’t take long before we were both on our way back to Hogwarts; our hands intertwined just as they were when we arrived at the abandoned house. 

“Remember what I said, darling,” he started, catching me off guard with the little nickname at the end of his sentence, “I’m here for you, always,” 

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say. In the course of a few hours James had turned one of the worst days of my life into the best. Just a simple thank you didn’t seem anywhere near enough, but they were the only words that I could think of. 

He smiled at me again, the same smile that made the butterflies in my stomach swarm when we were sat upon that rooftop.

“You don’t need to thank me, love, I would do anything to see you smile,” he breathed, as he leaned in to capture my lips in another kiss, “Now, I’ve gotta go otherwise I’m never gonna leave you.”

And with that we bid one another goodnight; I didn’t think today was going to end like this; with me happy, and it was all because of James Fleamont Potter.

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Aftershock Day 4 Recap:

The first band of the day was Wargasm! They were the only band I saw all weekend that properly dressed for the heat. They were staring into the sun in 90°F/32°C weather, but they still put on a great show! Their energy was good, and they put in a lot of work while interacting with the crowd. Unfortunately they couldn't get a consistent mosh pit going, but I think that was moreso due to it being early on the 4th day and hot rather than a fault on their end. I had a great time jumping around and screaming lol.

Next up was Rain City Drive! We watched them from a bit of a distance so we could stand in the shade, but I was still singing and jumping. I'm fairly familiar with their music since they're on the radio a lot (specifically Sirius XM Octane). They sounded great, and did my two favorite songs! I had a really good time! They didn't have anything flashy going on, and I liked that. Sometimes it's cool to see a band that's just solid on their own without any gimmicks.

After that was Ayron Jones. I saw him last time he was at Aftershock, and he put on just as good of a show this time. His bassist is so fun to watch. That man is living his best life, and I love that for him. The set was a little short due to some technical issue, but what they were able to do was great! Unfortunately, right after this set ended was my first bad encounter of the day. Ayron threw a pick into the audience, and it landed right in front of me. A man that was at least 6 feet tall shoved me to the ground so he could grab it. I fell on my butt, and it was unpleasant. The dude bolted immediately after grabbing the pick. Such a jerk.

I stayed in the crowd to wait for Badflower. The friend that I went to San Francisco with was with me, but my dad was a bit behind us. We got really close to the stage at this point. We were 2 people from barricade. It was awesome! Badflower was incredible like always. This was my 4th time seeing them, and now they are officially the artist I've seen the most times. My only complaint about their set was that it was too short!!!!!!! I had so much fun, and it was awesome being so close to the stage! Also Josh (the singer) liked my Tweet earlier today, so that's cool!

I stayed in the same crowd to wait for I Prevail. Initially, my dad and I had planned to leave the crowd to go see Daughtry. Since I was so close to the front, it felt worth it to stay instead. After all, if I left the crowd there's no way I would've gotten very close for them. There's going to be some storytelling context before the set details. My friend and I befriended a couple that was next to us. They were super nice, and basically prepped us on what to expect from being at barricade for a heavier band. The dude was really cool and said he'd protect us if things got rough. His wife was also super cool and nice, but she also reaffirmed why I don't call out a-hole guys in crowds. Some dude apparently slammed her face into the barricade on Thursday and knocked her out. She had gnarly bruises on her face. As wonderful as most of the metal community is, it is important + scary to remember that there's a lot of big, mean guys out there that can and will hurt you if they feel like it. So horrible. Anyway, onto I Prevail's set. I was one person from barricade for about 3 songs. Everything was fine. We got pushed a little, but nothing serious. The pit wasn't next to us, and security was doing a great job with the crowdsurfers. I would've felt totally fine to stay in the crowd if it wasn't for the big dude that came barreling in. My area was mostly women, and this really big man slammed his way up to us. He was really aggressive, and he was smashing us all hard. He was hitting people, and he yanked my friend and slammed them back. A woman had to help me pull them forward, because that guy would've crushed them. This a-hole also wasn't helping with crowdsurfers, and several were coming over. Security yelled at this dude, but he refused to stop. He pushed my arm, and my wrist got smashed into someone's back in a bent position. It still hurts, but I don't think it's seriously injured. I even jammed my elbow into his stomach twice with literally all of the force I could to make him back off, but he didn't react at all. I think he was on something. That guy was absolutely terrifying. My friend needed to get out because it was unsafe, and I followed suit. Security lifted us like we weighed nothing. It felt very weird lol. I ended up getting back in the crowd for the last couple songs, but I stayed back for my safety. My dad was too far back to get to us, and he was next to the mosh pit the entire time. He actually found the couple from before the set after the band finished, and they're the ones that told him that my friend and I left the crowd. Long long long story short, I Prevail was incredible. I had a ton of fun, and it was awesome being so close for those first few songs. I wish I could've stayed up there, but that guy was literally the worst person I've encountered in all 5 years of my festival experiences.

We took a well needed break to eat after all of that, and then we headed to see Rancid! One of my friends actually found my dad and I as we were walking through the crowd. I wasn't expecting to see her that day, so it was a really nice surprise! I hung out with her for a minute before my dad and I made our way into the crowd. We were decently close for Rancid, and their set was fun! I was excited to see them because I wanted to jump/dance around. I don't have much to say about them other than they were really solid, and I had a good time.

Now onto Guns N' Roses!!!!! I waited over an hour and forty minutes to see them. There was over an hour between Rancid and their set, and then they came on stage over 30 minutes late. The biggest source of entertainment at that point was from the balloons and giant beach balls being passed around. The crowd vibes were pretty bad. We were mostly surrounded by Gen Xers that were either totally wasted or smoking non-stop. That sucked. The band made up for it though! I had a moment of "holy cow they're real" when they came on stage. They were everything I wanted to see, honestly. Slash is a legend and a god. I mostly watched Axl and Duff since they spent more time on my side of the stage. Slash stayed in one corner of the stage on the opposite side for most of the set. It was cool when he did come over though! Axl’s voice definitely took a couple songs to warm up, but once he got in his groove he sounded really good! My dad and I were both really excited to hear those high notes! He and I were singing and screaming the entire time. We had such a good time. I really never thought I'd be able to see them, and my dad never went to see them back in the day, so it was a really special set for both of us. Despite being dead tired, we still managed to jump around and headbang the whole time. You guys have no clue how hard I went for Paradise City lol. The crowd was so lame during it. I was jumping, headbanging, and screaming. 90% of the people around me just stood perfectly still. I didn't let the crowd get me down by any means, but I honestly expected a lot more from the crowd. The band deserved better tbh!! They were awesome though, and I'm so happy I was able to see them! It was a great end to a really great weekend.

I'm sad the festival is over, but I am enjoying lounging around and doing nothing lol. It was a hot and exhausting four days.

Pictures are 1. Badflower 🥰, 2. GN'R's drumset, 3. Slash + Axl 🤘, 4. The legend himself, Slash!!, 5. A cool picture from GN'R's set, 6. Me!!!! I made it to Aftershock's post about I Prevail's set!!

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Falling back in love. Part 2: Remus

Remus became weak when it came to Sirius Black. Sirius was like a drug. Remus had done the impossible to get him out of his brain. But every time Sirius was close, every time he smiled at him with that beautiful smile of his, Remus fell back like a fool. Remus was an addict. Sirius was his drug. And he relapsed everytime.

Remus knew it was a terrible idea to come to this trip. He knew himself pretty well by now. The temptation of having Sirius around would be too strong.

"I am not going to Cornwall" he had told Grant after the million time he insisted.

"Why? Because of Sirius?"

Grant knew him too well.

"No... Not because of Sirius..." Yes, because of him "I just haven't seen everyone in a long time... I just speak with Lily over emails... I don't know why they invited me over actually... They are Sirius' friends. Not mine"

"They might consider you important to invite over, love" Grant grinned "You should go. You follow their lives through socials like a fangirl... You miss them... I know that"

It was true that Remus had slowly felt how his friends moved on with their lives without him. How they slowly forgotten about him. It was excepted. They all had been Sirius' friends first. And when they broke up, they would pick his side. But Remus missed them like breathing. And he hated Sirius for taking them away.

"Even Sirius... Mainly Sirius..." Grant added with a smile.

Remus couldn't hide anything from Grant. It was true. Sometimes Remus missed Sirius so much it hurt him.

When Sirius broke up with him, Remus felt his world crumbling down. He got into a phase of horrible depression. He cried. He cursed Sirius' name. He missed him. He hated him. He begged him. Because he still loved him. Back in the day, he remembered he would do anything to get Sirius back, because living without Sirius made him sick, he had physical and emotional pain. He was slowly dying.

But Remus had hope it was just another fight and eventually they would fix things. He followed Sirius around. He acted like a crazy person. He made scenes in front of his Art School friends. Remus was completely mental. But he was so desperate to get Sirius back because he just couldn't live. Remus' abstinence syndrome got him sick and insane.

It wasn't until Sirius gave him that scared and disgusted look, that Remus understood he had stopped loving him. For real this time. And they were two options: run away or let himself die.

Slowly with time, Remus healed little by little. There were times when he felt he could die, he missed Sirius and thought about their relationship and what he might've done wrong. And there were other times, Remus didn't even think about Sirius at all. He made Grant follow his old friends on socials. Only so Remus could still feel part of their lives. And seeing Sirius gorgeous, happy and healthy in those pictures made Remus feel like perhaps he never cared about Remus at all. The curse was that Sirius was active on socials. And sometimes he uploaded pictures with his new lovers.

When Sirius started dating that beautiful singer Abigail, Remus was more healed. More involved with Grant. Busy taking care of him. But it still hurt how Sirius looked so happy next to her. How he looked at her. How good they looked together.

Remus stopped watching Sirius on socials after that. He avoided socials at all costs. Only focusing on his job and the kids he was tutoring.

That was until Lily called and begged him to come to this trip to Cornwall. Remus couldn't say no to her.

Remus fell again. He fell back into Sirius' arms like an idiot. Years and years of abstinence and now he had relapsed. It was Sirius' fault. He did all of this.

Sirius was more gorgeous than ever. His hair was longer. He had a few tattoos now. He was more confident with his queerness. His nails were blue. He dressed up differently. He even wore makeup when they went clubbing the other day. The old Sirius was so scared of all those things. Remus still remembered how they had to hide at Hogwarts.

And things were easy as before. They were comfortable around each other. They joked. They flirted. At first Remus flirted to prove himself it was okay he was over Sirius. Not a big deal. But the flirting became real. And Remus felt things again. Things he thought he had buried a long time ago.

Now Remus had made the terrible mistake to get involved with Sirius again. Kissing him and touching had felt like relapsing. Remus remembered the sweet sensation of loving Sirius Black. How great it felt. How easy it was. Remus was doomed.

But Remus was not a teenager anymore. He was not a fool anymore. He was conscious Sirius Black had hurt him, and he might do it again. So Remus was keeping guard.

Remus had built a life at Brighton. He had his job at the Library. He was tutoring kids. They felt like his children sometimes. And he had Grant. They had each other. Grant needed him. Grant was sick. Remus was the only one he got.

Remus had told himself that this thing with Sirius would be only a summer thing. Maybe because Remus was such a fool to refuse. But Remus was scared of how his feelings were getting out of control. Remus was falling for Sirius again. What if he got too attached again and he couldn't let him go? Remus told himself to just stop and end up this trip just as friends. But then Sirius came near and Remus kissed him again.

Last night they slept together. Only sleep. And when Remus held him between his arms, his chest burned. And he realized perhaps he never stopped loving Sirius Black.

Sirius was looking at his reflection in the mirror. Unaware of how much conflict he caused on Remus. And being beautiful as always. God dammit.

"Does my long hair suit me, Moony?"

When Sirius used the nickname, Remus was back to his teenage self. Desperately in love with his best friend.

"Do I look weird?"

Remus smiled.

"You look beautiful. You always look beautiful"

Sirius smiled back. And he walked towards the bed again.

"And the tattoos?"

Remus touched them unconsciously. Sirius had two new tattoos now. Harry's tiny hand on his arm. And his own constellation in his chest.

"They are beautiful as well"

Remus also touched the tattoo on his wrist. The little half moon with an M. Back when they were teens and so in love, Sirius had insisted on those tattoos like a little kid. And Remus loved how happy he was so he agreed.

"We are going to last forever, Moony. We are never breaking up" Sirius had said back then.

Remus wondered what had happened with that feeling.

"You didn't take it off" Remus whispered, caressing the tattoo. His tattoo. The one that showed how much Sirius used to love him.

"I could never" Sirius said. Then he grabbed Remus' wrist.

He still had his little star and a P.

"I thought about taking it off or doing something to cover it many times" the times he hated Sirius "But at the end, I couldn't"

Remus said it out loud without wanting it. It was true. At the end he never could. It was like having a battle scar. A reminder that Remus had loved Sirius and Sirius loved him back.

Sirius had guilty eyes for a second. Then he kissed Remus' tattoo.

"I am glad you didn't" Sirius said then he smiled.

Remus smiled back.

Sirius kept looking at Remus intensely. As if he wanted to say many things but couldn't find the right words. Remus watched those beautiful eyes traveled around his face. God, he loved to be watched like that again.

Sirius gave up and instead of talking he kissed Remus softly.

"I love you" he whispered after.

How dare he? How dare he use those words just like that. Like they didn't have a weight on Remus' heart. Like they didn't make a mess with his feelings.

"I love you too"

But Remus answered easily because it was true. It was an ultimate truth. And Remus couldn't do nothing about it. He had loved Sirius since he met him when he was ten. And he probably would never stop.

Sirius hid his smile and happy expression by biting his lip. Then he kissed Remus again. And again. And again.

Only for this summer. Remus repeated in his brain.

"Want to have a shower with me?" Sirius asked.

"I want to go back to sleep again"

Sirius chuckled "Lazy boy" he grabbed his chin "Love you"

Sirius kissed him one last time before disappearing into the bathroom. Remus sighed and collapsed into bed. He was doomed.

[birlwrites]

For your Band AU, super curious about what everyone else is up to? Like, where do Regulus, Sirius, Remus, Lily, etc. fit into everything?

also, is Barty still liable to make things explode in this AU? is he still Down To Fight at the drop of a hat?

regulus: barty's best friend! he hangs around with the band a lot, mostly because idk exactly what else he's doing in this fic afjkdghjkf. compounding the chaos, he and barty have a Complicated history that always seems to get 800% more complicated when barty is talking to james and *they* know what their relationship status is but that doesn't mean they're interested in explaining

sirius: really not sure where he fits in yet but he's definitely best friends with james (i imagine sirius and regulus brought james and barty together for the band, in a horrible horrible move that has come back to bite them in their combined ass many times in many ways but has also resulted in a surprisingly financially secure musical career for their best friends!!) - i think it would be very funny if sirius like. managed their wardrobe or something. there are opportunities there i'm sure of it

remus is either a historical musicology grad student with pandora or he's an indie singer/songwriter, whichever option lends itself better to the chaos

lily is uhhhhhhhhh (i am making some of this up as i go afjskhjksdf) well first of all she's best friends with marlene, probably they are roommates as well, and she should definitely be doing something fun i just am not sure whether it'll be in the music industry or not. could be fun if she's studying conducting? some sort of graduate degree in either conducting or violin performance idk, alternatively something more chaotic but i do like classical musician lily. but i could also see her leading her own band. OH and then they could do a COLLAB

then i have to think about why marlene and lily aren't in a band together. hm. probably it's just slight genre differences. but who is in LILY'S band? dorcas definitely. and alice? yes i like it. lily is bassist and lead singer because i love that for her

BARTY LOVES CONFLICT THEY HAVE TO BRIBE HIM HEAVILY TO NOT START SHIT DURING INTERVIEWS. BARTY IS NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO THE PRESS UNSUPERVISED BECAUSE ONE TIME HE TOLD A REPORTER THAT THE NEW DEATH EATER ALBUM SOUNDED LIKE A MEDLEY OF THE WORST EMO HITS FROM 2009 AND IT WAS ALL OVER THE INTERNET WITHIN LITERALLY 5 HOURS AND THEN HE GOT INTO A WAR WITH TOM RIDDLE ON TWITTER. REGULUS HAS AN ALBUM ON HIS PHONE OF SCREENSHOTS FROM IT

also once barty confessed his undying love for james on camera and regulus *also* has a clip of james's reaction to that saved

this is why regulus does not count as supervision

but yeah a...... non-insignificant chunk of their social media engagement is from people watching barty like he's a bug in a jar and they want to see what he's going to do next

[moonys-bf]

masterlist —

it’s that time of yeaaaar ♡ no one’s gonna scroll thru all this bffr but this is just for me mostly

future plans masterlist!! // about me

half my heart in brighton [jily, established wolfstar]

muggle au!

In which florist!James finds the beautiful stranger from the train to Brighton walking in to his store the very next day.

⚠️ wip, not posted!!

duelling club [wolfstar, jegulus, jily]

canon compliant!

In which Sirius starts an informal duelling club at Hogwarts during their last year. James is horrifically bad at duelling and receives help from an unexpected source.

⚠️ wip, not posted!!

accidentally in love (can’t ignore it) [moonchaser, wolfstar exes, background dorlene]

word count; 25k // ch 5/7 // muggle au!

“It’s a horrible idea to want him in this way, Remus reminds himself, but he can’t help but give in.”

Or: It's snowing in November. Remus Lupin despises the snow and is tired of feeling numb, but James Potter is ready to teach him how to live a little.

IN PROGRESS!

fun extra little links !! —

film-esque tiktok

remus’s flat diagram #1

remus’s flat diagram #2

playlist

archer’s canon compliant microfics

it’s pretty safe to say all of these take place in the same universe btw, but not in the same universe as my other canon compliant works. no particular order, they’re all stand-alones

the arms of the crowd (as they pull me away) [wolfstar, during the war]

all that we know (of love and all) [wolfstar, hogwarts years]

we were doomed from the start [wolfstar, post prank]

you and i were alive (don’t let go) [wolfstar, jegulus]

word count; around 20k // ch 10/15 // band au!

Sirius Black's life is a dream - he plays bass guitar in the Marauders band with his three favourite people. He's unnecessarily, probably overly obsessed with their lead singer, Remus Lupin. All the while their drummer is falling for his little brother - things get complicated.

IN PROGRESS!

fun little extra links !! —

playlist

my fellow passerine [wolfstar, background jegulus]

word count; around 12k // ch 5/? // university au!

Remus wants to be an ornithologist. Sirius is a psych major. They spend most of their time in the library hating each other and falling in love.

DISCONTINUED!

fun little extra links !! —

playlist

doomsday (only the death of me) [wolfstar]

word count; around 12k // one-shot // TBDATE au!

Sirius and Remus both receive the ill-fated Death-Cast call right before they’re about to get married. From 12 am to the very last minute.

COMPLETED!

fun little extra links !! —

playlist

playlist guide

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Makeup [S.B]

Sirius Black x plus size!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a toxic relationship history and a bit of insecurity because of it.

A/N: I did a questionnaire a few days ago to see what kind of reader you would like me to do. This is the first one I do base on that questionnaire and I want to say the following:

The only reason the reader is specified as "plus size!reader" is that if there is someone who fits this description, feel comfortable.

You will never see something like "her FAT body" NO, NEVER

Much less that the One shot revolves around their weight (neither nationality, nor gender identity, nor sexuality nor all the things that they put in that questionnaire). I only write about NORMAL people in normal situations. All bodies are beautiful, we are all beautiful.

So, if you are a plus size person, welcome. If you are not, you can also read it without feeling left out in any way.

I really hope that you feel comfortable with everything I write and that you know that I seek to be as inclusive as possible. Without more to say, thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. Tell me your opinion, if you want!💕

You looked in the mirror one last time.

Sirius, the boy of your dreams, had asked you out on a date and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You had met him because you both lived on the same floor of the condo block and it was inevitable to bump into him from time to time. It wasn't the best place to live, it was small and a little dirty, but it was the only thing you could afford and the fastest you could find after that happened.

You liked the way Sirius smelled because when he crossed the corridors, you could perceive a mixture of leather (you supposed it was due to all the clothes he used of this material) and an elegant cologne that drove you crazy.

At first, it scared you a little to see him with that piercing in his eyebrow and his multiple tattoos, but later you realized that he was really nobody to be afraid of, on the contrary, he turned out to be a very tender and sweet boy.

The first time you spoke to him it was because you were struggling to open your door while carrying boxes and bags that you had brought from the supermarket. The boy noticed you were having trouble and walked up to you to offer his help, so (still a bit wary) you said yes.

Once he held your purchases, you could open the lock, but when you turned around, you noticed that Sirius was secretly looking at the contents of your bags and when he realized that you had caught him, he blushed.

"Sorry I'm a little gossipy," he said shyly "I'm Sirius"

"I thought you were a gossip"

"No, my name is Sirius" he laughed and it was your turn to blush.

"Oh, sorry"

"Okay, anyone can get confused" he murmured with his charming smile, handing you what he was holding in his hands "I live in the 512" he informed you. Of course, you knew he lived in that apartment; you had seen him come into its thousands of times "In case you need anything. You know, some plumbing or things that have to do with tools and that shit of men" he murmured kindly. You frowned a little and then he quickly added "I mean, it's not that girls can't do that and it's okay if you know how to do those things, you seem like a smart and capable person. It's just that sometimes it's tedious and requires strength... and it's not that you don't have strength, I mean...” Sirius couldn't continue because he heard you giggle and then realized he was looking like an idiot “Just call me if you need anything and if you want to do it, yes?” he explained to you and you nodded with a smile.

"Thanks for offering your help Sirius" you replied, looking at him over your bags.

"You’re welcome, miss..."

"Y/N" you completed. He smiled and wrapped a dark curl around his finger that fell unruly from his ponytail.

"I'll see you later then, Y/N. It was nice to greet you" he said by way of farewell and you nodded to respond.

You haven't felt like this with any guy since you met your dear (sarcasm) ex-boyfriend. The insecurities that he had created in you kept you from thinking about having something else later and you honestly didn't feel ready to have your heart broken again.

But Sirius continued to be kind to you. Whenever he looked at you, he made an effort to have a topic of conversation, even if you were not so eloquent, and little by little, he was gaining your trust and your affection. As the weeks went by, you became good friends who chatted in the elevator or occasionally (when you weren't late for work) went downstairs just to share a little more time.

Until one day Sirius showed up at your door with his clothes stained with something that looked like paint, his hair tied up in a messy way and smelling of burned food. He was so beautiful in his own way and you were so afraid of falling in love with him because you knew beforehand that having something else would be impossible.

After all, no boy would ever love you. It was something that your ex-boyfriend had commissioned to get very well into your head.

"Go out?" you asked a little confused after he asked you. You didn't want to misunderstand things.

"Yes! We could go wherever you want. For ice cream, to dinner, to a park, to the cinema... I don't know, wherever you can think of”

"Why?" was the first thing that occurred to you to ask. Now it was Sirius' turn to look confused.

"Well, I thought it would be an opportunity to meet and... spend more time together" he explained and although you had understood the idea it seemed impossible to think that the boy had any kind of interest in you "But it's fine if you don't want to, I don't pretend be upset"

"I'd love to," you rushed to say, fearful that the opportunity would slip through your grasp. You saw him smile and after exchanging a few more words he left with a smile that you couldn't see, but that was pure joy.

Finally, the day of "go out" arrived and you were about to tell him that you could not go. You were nervous, more than nervous you were anxious about what could happen or what he could say about you.

You had searched your entire wardrobe for something decent to wear and after pulling and removing and taking out the clothes and trying them on, none of them convinced you. You looked in the mirror and didn't feel like it was enough of an outfit to date a man as handsome as him. In the first place, you did not even know why he had chosen to go out with you, because, although you considered yourself a nice person, you could not boast of being the most interesting.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, you kept repeating yourself as you continued to get ready and looked at the wall clock waiting for the time for Sirius to knock on your apartment.

Once you were with your outfit ready, you looked yourself up and down and although he did not completely convince you, you decided to tell yourself that you looked beautiful. Still a little nervous you looked at the makeup bag that was under some things on your dressing table. You hadn't put on makeup for years, because you were still scared to hear the comments in your head with that horrible voice.

You look like a whore.

You shook your head to ward off all the negativity and taking a breath you plucked up the courage to open the zippers and remove the beautiful makeup that you had abandoned. When you were finishing and without giving a chance to regret there was a knock on the door that took you by surprise. You went out and found Sirius wearing a striped t-shirt and ripped jeans that reminded you of that blond singer... Kurt was his name?

"Wow" you heard him say and he caught you staring at him adoringly. But you noticed that he looked at you the same "You are beautiful" he said with a smile. You frowned, again a little afraid that he was lying, but you tried again to push away those ideas of self-sabotage and smiled widely.

"I'm glad you like it. You look very handsome, you look like...”

"A rock star? I know” he said winking at you and managing to make you laugh “It's a joke, thanks for the compliment, sweetie” he replied, with his pretty smile of sealed lips. Just when you were smiling at him you watched him pay special attention to your makeup and put on a face that completely terrified you, taking all your confidence.

"Something wrong?"

"Your makeup" he pronounced. You felt your heart squeeze a little.

"You do not like? I can go take it off if you find it ugly or something like that…”

"Ugly?" he asked offended "No! It’s beautiful, but I feel like it lacks a touch. You know, the cherry on the cake that stands out in your eyes” he explained. You looked at him confused for the third time and he snapped his fingers as if the answer had suddenly come to his head "Eyeliner"

"Eyeliner?"

"Of course! Don't you like to use it? " he said kindly, turning his head to the side. You denied.

"I never learned how to do it" you lied. There was a bit of truth to it, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that he kept repeating that you looked vulgar with the eyeliner.

“I'm good at it! Come with me,” he murmured. He took your hand carefully and dragged you gently through the hall until they reached his apartment. You were a nervous wreck when he invited you to join him. "Sorry about the mess, I'm really the most distracted person on the planet and I forget to arrange things," he said with an embarrassed smile. You looked at some vinyl lying around, clothes, food packages, paintings, a guitar. There was a certain peace and beauty within all that mess, completely reflecting the boy who was desperately searching for his favorite eyeliner.

"Come," he asked once he left his room. You sat in a red leather chair he had and he leaned in your direction, very close to your face "Raise your head and look slightly down" he asked you and you listened. He took you by the chin with one hand and you saw him stick his tongue out just a little bit (as a sign of his concentration) while drawing on your eyelids. When he indicated that he had finished you saw him smile from ear to ear, which you imitated when he saw yourself in a mirror.

"Wow..." you whispered. Years ago, you loved putting on makeup and especially eyeliner, so seeing you again like that you were surprised. Besides, he was right, his hand was excellent at it.

"Now it's perfect, right?" he said excitedly. Perfect, that's how Sirius described what was in front of his eyes.

"Yeah... it looks much better" you admitted shyly. You couldn't believe that Sirius could make you feel so comfortable and calm, as well as help you maintain your confidence in yourself.

"I just hope I don't meet jealous guys for not having someone so pretty accompanying them," he said flirtatiously, making you laugh because of your nerves and making you blush "Shall we go?" he asked smiling and extending a hand to help you up.

You looked at him, still amazed to have found someone like that in your life, and took his hand with a smile.

Who would say that sometimes love stories begin like this?

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hello hello - was just gonna comment on that post but now I feel as if I need all sorts of HCs on an Olivia/joshua esque wolfstar au? If you have any? (please) Bc I’ve been down that rabbit hole of drama and it’s ripe with fic GOLD!!!

hello lovely!!! thank you SO much for asking i’m glad you’re on board with this because the idea is living rent free in my mind. this got so long so i’ve put it under the cut! (hopefully) (i am on my mobile)

so they meet when they’re teenagers on set of a high school tv show of some sort. immediately really into each other. sirius is flirting from the get go and at first remus is confused because this super cute boy two years older than him is flirting ?? he thinks?? sirius brings him coffee for their early call times and offers to help remus practice lines. it’s during one of those practicing sessions they have their first kiss

it’s every teenagers first love - intense and all consuming and passionate. they’re obsessed with each other and spend so much time together. it’s all in secret because there’s the slight age difference and the fact that they’re both boys. also they’re meant to be creating gossip with their separate love interests on the show

sirius is remus’s first kiss. they’re both each other’s first times. they share a lot of firsts with each other.

it’s during a break between filming seasons that things stop working - they are both away working on various projects, they can’t see each other nearly as often as they want. it’s horrible but they decide to end it. neither of them wants that but they can’t see a way of making it work. they’re young etc.

way too short of a time afterwards, sirius is now dating another singer. a guy. it breaks remus’s heart and it makes him angry. like write a devastating break up song that goes viral everywhere and makes him the name on everyone’s lips.

remus doesn’t find out till much, much later that it was a publicity thing between sirius and the other singer

the internet explodes with theories of who it’s about. a photo gets leaked of remus and sirius close and looking coupley on set. then more photos are leaked of what people once assumed was them hanging out as friends that no longer looks innocent. the world catches on.

neither of them have talked to each other in months when they get the script for the next season. enter: a love story between their two characters.

in interviews, remus makes some veiled jabs at how similar sirius’s new guy looks to him. sirius tweets out a dramatic lyric that every one later realises is from his next single. think joshua basset doppelgänger type thing.

remus has an album come out before filming. it’s one he’s been working on for a while but was very much fuelled by his heartbreak. everyone hates sirius a little bit, everyone is dying for their love story on the next season.

the filming is horrible, mainly because they’re both still very much in love and very much hurt and pretending not to be. sirius is betrayed that remus would air their shit out in the public arena, especially when half of it is only sort of true. remus is mad that sirius is still publicity dating that singer and has the audacity to be annoyed at him!

their actual chemistry on screen is incredible. the whole cast comes to watch their scenes when they’re able to because it’s some bloody amazing acting. it’s acting right??

during filming sirius releases his own song, that is heartbreaking, mourning the loss of remus and what he thought their relationship was. filming gets harder after that.

the season wraps up and they manage to get a break from each other before they have to start doing press and photoshoots together. so many photoshoots.

during one of these photoshoots, remus brings along a guy he’s seeing. sirius is so fine about it. completely fine. he just drapes himself over remus and maybe kisses his neck a bit in the photos. it’s for the camera! sirius is not jealous at all! (it should be noted that sirius is officially single at this point)

remus is fine too. not at all obsessed with how sirius feels pressed against his back, arm possessively over his shoulders. he’s fine he really likes the guy that he’s seeing even though he seems to have left at some point during the day without saying goodbye?

after the shoot sirius invites remus out for a drink. they’re both older now, it’s been over a year. they can be adults about it all. after two drinks, remus kisses sirius in the bathroom. they hook up. sirius is immediately like “i’m still in love with you”

remus is reluctant at first but it takes less than a week of remus going “we can’t do this” and then showing up at his house in sirius’s favourite jeans of his that they get back together

no one is surprised. least of all the fellow cast and crew on their show. one of the writers - mcgonagall - is extremely please with how everything worked out, genuinely congratulating them on working it out. she thought that their two characters on the show would be great together, very glad she pitched it last year after their break up that no one was supposed to know about.

the world absolutely eats up their cute photos on instagram. sirius literally never shuts up about remus in interviews.

(side note: soooo many veiled tweets about each other the entire time. at 3am sirius always tweeted angsty shit about missing someone and true love. remus would post at 6am similar things. almost always after sirius had done so.)

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

Here's somehead canons on how I think the marauders sing even tho nobody asked lmao

James

James Potter could. Not. Sing.

I'm sorry but that that man was a horrible singer

It didn't stop him tho

Sirius

He was a decent singer not gonna lie

He was outstanding or anything but he could hold a note well enough

He made up for his lack of excellence in being an outstanding piano player tho (this is one of my biggest headcannons please do not fight me)

Remus

This boi could fucking sing

Voice of an angel

He never really sung in public tho

But Sirius heard him one day in the shower and was b l o w n a w a y

Peter

Was actually pretty good tbh

A little raspy when it came to high

er notes but he wasnt awful

[illusionistfm]

REMUS LUPIN - ━━ ◤ ( TEA AND TWEED AND SOFT CLEAN WOOL, RAPID STITCHES DONE UNDER KITCHEN LIGHTS, YEARS OF LONELINESS, BETRAYAL, AND REUNION AND GREY ) welcome, REMUS LUPIN, HE/HIM. before you move in, tell us what you remember: THE BATTLE OF THE DEPT OF MYSTERIES. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live in HUNTING DOG CABINS, and your new job as ENGLISH TEACHER at EDLUND HIGH SCHOOL is waiting for you to begin. ( HARRY POTTER AND HUGH DANCY )

THE BASICS

NAME: Remus Lupin

NICKNAMES: Moony (? to be plotted because I haven’t made a decision on this one yet!)

BIRTHDAY: 10 March

AGE: 38

PRONOUNS: he/him

LAST KNOWN MEMORY: The Department of Mysteries and Sirius’s death

ORIGINATION: HP (fuck JKR)

FACECLAIM: Hugh Dancy

THE DETAILS

FAMILY: Hope Lupin (mother) ; Lyall Lupin (father) ; James Potter (adoptive brother) ; Sirius Black (closest friend)

THREE FAVORITE THINGS: tea strong enough you can stand a spoon in it; the smell of an old book, well-loved; cranking up an old stereo so you can hear the crackles

EDUCATION: high school ; ivy league (undergraduate degree in english literature; master’s degree in comparative medieval studies; phd specialising in medieval mythology specifically surrounding lycanthropy and ‘madness’)

SKILLS: kind and empathetic; an excellent teacher more for this reason than for any ability to stick to the curriculum. surprisingly dry and sarcastic. attractive when he wants to be, and occasionally even magnetic. terrible cook, alright dancer, horrible singer.

HEADCANONS:

CANON. everything we already know except also he’s gay. DECIMATION.  Remus never thought he wanted to teach, until he was doing his MA and became a learning support officer for several of the undergrads. He even put it off for a while; his mother was an art teacher, and he had always seen it as sucking the life out of her, even more than his constant illnesses as a child had. But even after doing his PHD, the desire still lingered, so Remus moved to Decimation to join the ranks of the damned: high school teachers.

When he’s not trying to inspire uninspirable kids, Remus can be found wandering the woods in the middle of the night (his insomnia is chronic and incurable, especially around certain times of the month), frequenting local coffee shops because of his inhumane resistance to caffeine, or nose-deep in some dusty tome in the library. He always tells himself that he won’t teach forever - just until he finishes his book - but frankly even he’s starting to doubt his lie.

WHAT THEY’RE PLANNING TO DO IN DECIMATION:

Learn how to be happy again. Hopefully inspire some kids. Try and not feel like eating raw steak every time there’s a full moon.

[tatwaffel]

My Nymphadora Tonks headcanons:

— she has developed a habit to sit on the kitchen counter

— she owns a tawny owl

— she can fall asleep anywhere when she'd tired, preferably somewhere near Remus

— she giggles a lot

— she's quite impatient

— she sometimes had nightmares, they were worst after Mad-Eye died

— she wore her boots when she married

— she says "bollocks" way too often

— she actually hates any sport apart from Quidditch, still she's skinny and sporty without morphing it

— she and Charlie dated just for the sake of it, but stopped and remained great friends

— she's very stubborn

— she's never on time

— she's super clingy when she's sick, one time when she had the flu she wouldn't let go of Remus so Sirius had to "remove" her

— she either doesn't sleep at all or sleeps the day away

— she always wipes the hair off Remus's forehead

— she had her hair mustard yellow once and never again

— she tried to prank McGonagall with her morphings once but failed horribly

— she doesn't get on with Dawlish and Savage very well but quite well with Proudfoot and Robards

— she's a superb flyer

— she had the time of her life chasing dark wizards around the country with Mad-Eye Moody

— she's a "dad-person" but still loves her mum tho she'd never admit it

— she learned to love Remus calling her "Nymphadora"

— she's the only one to mercilessly tease Mad-Eye without being yelled at and she takes great joy in it

— when she's stressed she even yells at her supervisors at the auror office

— she somehow once set fire to Dawlish's desk

— she wanted to set fire to the Sorting Hat for not putting her into Gryffindor, some time later she figured that being a badass Hufflepuff is actually super cool

— she's a super proud Hufflepuff now

— she's great friends with Molly tho she broke half of her plates already

— she thinks Arthur is a cool dad

— she wants to be taken seriously

— once she had an argument with Remus about their age gap and morphed into her grandma, Remus would forever have a trauma of it

— she's a horrible dancer, still she used to dance with Remus which looked awkward but they had fun

— she's a horrible singer but that doesn't stop her from singing when she's got nothing else to do

— she's a known Weird Sisters fan, but she also thinks AC/DC is quite cool

— she loves wearing Remus's sweaters

— she can't make tea ... she just can't

— she can't cook either

— Kingsley was the first auror (apart from Mad-Eye maybe) she maybe friends with, that was because he took her seriously and valued her skills

— just like Remus she thinks pralines are gross, but she does like white chocolate

— she's an underrated badass

— the most important people in her life are her parents, Mad-Eye and Remus

— she's got loads of insiders with Kingsley

— Kingsley is like a brother to her

— she didn't wear a long dress when she married

— she's clumsy, but as soon as things are serious this "flaw" suddenly vanishes

— like her mentor, she isn't too fond of Mundungus either

— she's super passionate about things that are important to her

— the Order of the Phoenix, her family and her friends are absolute priority to her

— her favorite spell are Stupify and, after her patronus changed, Expecto Patronum

— she's fond of her wolf patronus

— she once slapped an auror colleague who refused to call her "Tonks"

— once she's upset you can hardly calm her down (unless your name is Remus Lupin)

[sourwolfstories]

Hey! Do you have long fic recommendations? Can you involve some soulmate fics but AU are welcome too Long like 50k, 100k+ but really ill read anything

Soulmate fics (at least 50K)

When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

It was like a door he’d nailed shut in his brain suddenly exploded open, all of his past confusion and anger and hurt and adoration flooding out at once. Stiles? Was it actually Stiles?!

Stiles, the guy he’d had a crush on for fucking years growing up. The guy who’d been an absolute dick to him their whole last year of high school.

The guy who’d told him he loved him in a dirty men’s bathroom on prom night while drunk and upset because he thought Kira was Derek’s girlfriend.

That Stiles? But it couldn’t be!

Marks and Mics by DLanaDHZ

Hale siblings Derek and Laura have been hired to run security for Stiles Stilinski's music tour. Business as usual, except someone is trying really hard to prove they're incapable and hurt Stiles. Derek finds himself curious about Stiles' bitter attitude and a strange illness that plagues the singer. And on top of that, Derek's soulmate remains elusive.

Written Can’t Be Denied by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior

Since time immemorial the story of ‘soulmates’ has persisted. In short, the idea that somewhere out there is your perfect match, the one person who can complete you and with whom you can find total happiness.

The story goes that, the first time you meet your ‘soulmate’, the universe will give you a sign in what should be the most obvious way - somewhere in your immediate vicinity the word ‘soulmate’ will appear. If reports of ‘soulmates’ are to be believed, rather than being written of as hopeful delusions, then this ‘obvious’ signal is anything but, fleeting as it is. The word seemingly only appears for a matter of moments and only when two people first meet. There is no guarantee that they will be looking in the correct direction to see it, nor that they will have any idea who their supposed ‘soulmate’ actually is.

A fact that causes havoc the day that up and coming actor, Stiles Stilinski holds up a bottle emblazoned with the word 'soulmate' in the middle of a press conference where Derek Hale is working as a photographer, in the middle of the worst day of his life...

Connected by readridinghood

After the death of his wife, Stiles finds himself left alone with their three children, struggling to keep from being sucked into a void of grief and despair that her death left him with. Knowing his children are safe in the pack's arms under Derek's watchful eyes, he struggles to regain his footing. What do you do when the world keeps tumbling over you and what you've thought of as fact no longer holds true? As the world comes back into focus, so does the love for Derek he thought he'd long since conquered and now with his eyes open, what he thought was the end of him, is only a new beginning. A decade after he fell in love with Stiles, countless days of keeping himself restrained while building a friendship with him, Derek finds out with absolute certainty that Stiles is his mate. You only mate once in your life, so how is it that Stiles was mated to Sophia, his wife and mother of his three children, the woman he is grieving the loss of at the same moment that Derek makes his discovery.

Three Marks by sanam

"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off— And suddenly it was done. Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

Other fics (at least 50K)

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

Feel it like a fever, burning through the night by LunaCanisLupus_22

“That was my favourite fern,” Deaton declares and Stiles glances at Scott for clarification that such a ridiculous statement just came out of his boss’ mouth.

“You could have just told me not to touch it,” Stiles points out sensibly, squirming inside with something he refuses to believe might be guilt.

Not about the dumb plant, but the instant devastation he’s currently overwhelmingly and inescapably capable of. He can destroy with one touch now.

This is going to complicate things so much.

Or the one where Stiles tries to do the noble self-sacrificing thing: gains a new power, a spectral skin colour and basically ruins his own life. 0/10 would not recommend.

It’s (Not) a Cult by lhr111

“Well Stiles, you told me a few weeks ago that you thought Derek was leading a cult.”

At that Derek whipped his head toward Stiles in shock. “You thought I was a cult leader?”

Stiles will not be shamed. “Well, either you or Peter. Peter made more sense, but since he deferred to you that one time I was a little unsure. I mean, what else could I think with all the weird shit going on. You, hanging out with random high school seniors, doing secret things, ordering them around like you are their parent, them actually doing what you tell them. It’s really weird, okay?”

“Are you familiar with Harry Potter?” Derek asks.

Talk about a non sequitur. “What? What does that have to do with anything? And, of course I know Harry Potter!”

“Well to quote Sirius Black, ‘Once again you’ve put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.’"

The Sheriff starts snickering, and Stiles is both insulted and also a little in love.

Call Me (Cliché) by SomewheresSword

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

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[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Petals.

Hi, Everyone! This was so much fun to write!!

I’m not going to update for a few days because I have to do a paper for college. As soon as I finish it I can write again.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!! 😊💕

Ps. I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any grammar or vocabulary errors.

Chapter 8: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

August brought good news to Grimmauld Place: Sirius name was cleared. He still needed to do a trial in a few months but he was granted a permit to get out of the house. It turned out that Mr. Potter was almost done with the test so he could be taken into account to vouch for Sirius.

It seemed as if everything was falling into place. The weird thing was that outside, things were getting pretty ugly. He couldn’t help but to be worried about his mother at Malfoy Manor.

“I just need you to tell her that I’m safe. And watch over her. Please, Severus...” His godfather refused to send information to her, which he didn’t like but after a few fights he understood. He tried to keep Draco informed about how she was doing every week (when the meetings took place).

Severus was still mad with him. The blond boy considered telling him, but he didn’t want to be pitied anymore. And there’s the fact that Severus would know who it is... Because back in fourth year, Draco went to his office (crying) and yelled at him about how utterly barbaric the first task was in that bloody tournament. He also demanded that Potter to be disqualified right there and then, to which his godfather responded:

“I will not let him die. He has to compete, there is no other option. Breathe, Draco.” He made a small pause and looked at him with kind eyes. “You foolish child... how long have you kept this inside?” And Draco started to cry even harder.

At least Mr Potter and Sirius seemed to be blind about the whole thing. They still, occasionally, joke about Weasley being his secret love. How can someone see him around Potter and not know? He even feels embarrassed about how obvious it is. Specially living at Grimmauld, because he could call him all the mean names he wanted but he was in Potter’s house . He couldn’t bully him in there or ignore him because it would be rude and it would hurt Sirius’s and Mr. Potter’s feelings.

Just a couple of weeks and they would be back at school. Not petals yet, even though the coughs were getting worst.

He just needed a distraction, to take a walk, whatever. He had a plan. Next week the twins would open the shop at diagon alley and he was determined to go. And because he knew that te answer was going to be ‘No, kid, it’s too dangerous’ he made a list of precautions that he promised to follow:

1. Mr. Potter and Sirius would come

2. I will change my hair color (black) with cosmetic charms

3. I will use Sirius old muggle clothes (because they will never suspect it)

4. It would be a short visit (an hour and a half)

5. In case something happens and I get caught I will not hold you responsible for that and I highly recommend to be obliviated so they can’t torture me for information.

He put that same list in front of Severus, Sirius and Mr Potter.

“No. Go upstairs, you are interrupting a meeting”

“I hate to agree with him but no, cousin.”

Draco rolled his eyes and groaned. It was just this thing! He never asked for anything. They were so unfair.

“I actually don’t see anything bad with it”

Mr Potter was an angel on earth. Draco smiled brightly at him. The other two men were looking at him, furiously.

“It may have slipped your notice, Potter, but you do not have a good radar for deathly situations.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Mr Potter face changed and looked with a severe face at him.

“I would recommend you to shut your greasy mouth, Snivellus.”

Draco frowned. He never called Severus names, it was a force of habit because of Lily. His godfather really had upset him. And something shifted in the potions professor too, something like pain and guilt. He closed his eyes and sighed before turning to Draco again.

“ONE hour. And you put something on your face that makes them think you are someone else.”

Draco nodded quickly. Pansy had taught him how to do his eyes, she had given him a shadow palet last year. With that, the muggle clothes and the black hair he would be safe for sure. Sirius interrupted them.

“How did I turned out to be the only responsible adult around here? This is a bad idea and I’M saying it!”

Draco 01- Adults 00

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‘This is so bloody weird’ . Draco looked at his reflection on the mirror. The black color of his hair highlighted his skin tone and made the grey of his eyes stand out more. He kind of looked like Regulus.

He put some make up on too, black eyeliner and used a little blue metallic eyeshadow, very soft, to cover his eyes a little more. If someone would say he looked stupid, he could say that Severus made him do this. They didn’t need to know that Draco loved putting make up on.

Sirius had lend him a ‘Bowie t-shirt’ (which he still didn’t understand what it was, apparently some singer that muggles liked), some light-blue jeans that were ripped on the front and a pair of combat boots. He looked good. He thought it would be too weird but the style suited him rather nicely.

“Kid! Come on, everyone is already there.” Mr. Potter screamed from downstairs.He grabbed his wand and left his room.

“Hey, Sirius! I brought your brother back too!”

“IF YOU DID BLOOD MAGIC I’LL-“

And then he stopped talking when he saw Draco. His mouth was open and he had a disbelief look on his eyes. He could see the tears starting to appear on his eyes.

“You look just like him... I mean, not the clothes but-“ He could hear his voice cracking. His cousin reach to touch his face and his hair. “Prongs can you come, please?” Now Sirius was absolutely crying and Draco felt bad about joking about it before. Mr. Potter came running then.

“Padfoot? Why are you crying... Oh”

“He looks just like him, doesn’t he? Like if Regulus was using my clothes.” He said between tears.

Mr. Potter nodded and pulled Sirius into a hug. He kept whispering things to calm him down and at some point his cousin relaxed. It always surprised him how well he knew Sirius. When he was sad, when he was happy, when he was pissed off (and didn’t tell anyone)... James always knew, and he always knew what to do about it.

He would never regret making that deal. Never. How could he? He didn’t know Sirius without James and he didn’t want to.

After Sirius washed his face, they left the house. They apparated to the shop and got in as quickly as possible, the more eyes they avoided the better, but when they got in the place was crowded.

“It’s okay, kid. Just be careful. We will be here if anything happens.” He nodded at Mr. Potter and left to find the Gryffindors. It was bloody difficult with so many people there. Suddenly someone grabbed his arm, he turned to look, it was Potter.

“I though the whole point of you using this stuff was to not attract attention.” He said in a low voice. Draco frown at him.

“The whole point was not to look like me, and I don’t.” He said as pointed to his outfit and make up.

“Of course you look like you! And this is not blending in, Malfoy.” Potter hissed at him. So Potter thought he looked horrible. ‘ Don’t cough. Don’t cough. Don’t cough ’. He pulled his arm away from the boy and crossed his arms, uncomfortable.

“Sweet Merlin, you are on muggle clothes!” He heard Weasley when he appeared beside him, he was jumping on his spot like a bloody child. Draco rolled his eyes. “We should send a picture to Charlie!”

Potter pulled a disgusted face at that. Draco had this theory that Potter was a little disgusted by homosexuality. He wasn’t going to say that being gay was a bad thing, but if someone acted on it or talked about acting on it... He would react like this. Crossing his arms, looking away, making disgusted faces or changing the subject completely.

“ It’s a joke, Potter.” The green eyed boy had an annoyed expression on his face anyway. Draco turned to look at Weasley, maybe he knew why his best friend was so pissed off, but the redhead just shrugged.

They started walking so Draco could take a look around the place. It was so colorful. It seemed as if there was only happiness in the shop. Everyone was laughing, having a good time, and Ron told him that the sales were going pretty well from what he knew.

The three of them were looking at the Pygmy Puff section. Draco couldn’t understand how such a little thing could be so cute and fluffy. Weasley didn’t seemed to understand how fascinated he was with the creature, he kept asking if he was planning on passing the entire hour looking at balls of fur(to which Draco responded that it was a possibility, yes).

“Draco? Is that you?” He froze. He knew that voice. Potter and Weasley were with their wands on their hands already, just in case. He turned to see the boy and casted a muffliato around them so they could not be heard.

“Blaise. Hi.” He said with a small voice. It’s not like Blaise would do anything to him, as far as he knew, his family was neutral in the last war. It shouldn’t be different now.

Blaise was so handsome. Sometimes Draco thought so much about Potter, that he would forget that there were other attractive people on the planet. Looking at Blaise right now, he remembered why he was the first option on his list.

The boy was about the same hight as Draco. His dark skin looked so smooth, inviting to be touched. His deep dark eyes were looking at him as if he was in shock. Then Blaise smiled at him so brightly that it seemed to light up the whole room. He pulled Draco into a bone crushing hug while he was lifting him a little. His feet weren’t touching the ground, Blaise was so strong...

“Thank Merlin you are alive. Pansy will kill you for running away. You know that, right? Months and not even a letter saying that you didn’t die.”

He hugged Blaise back a little tighter, trying to convince him in that same hug that he was safe, that he shouldn’t worry.

“I’m hiding, I can’t send owls. I’m sorry, darling” He always used pet names with Pansy and Blaise. It was an habit that he got from his mother, she would always praise the ones she loved. She said it reminded them that they were importan to us, special.

“You look great, you know? I thought you were a random pretty guy. I was coming here to seduce you with my charms” Draco chuckled at that. Blaise put him down and looked at him with warm eyes. “This suits you, Dragon. I approve.”

Draco smiled at him and did a little twirl. He heard someone groaned behind him and he turned around.

“I haven’t seen my friends in two months, either you are patient and let me talk or you leave.” Weasley had his hands up as if he was saying ‘Not me,mate, I don’t care’ but Potter on the other hand was frowning at him.

“You shouldn’t be talking at all. He could tell someone he saw you with us. I don’t like it.” Draco glared at him.

“First: I don’t think the Zabini family will get involved in all of this. Second of all, Potter: who the hell asked for your opinion?” And that did it, because the green eyed boy looked so pissed off that he turned around and left. Weasley sighed and said that he was going to talk to him, see what the problem was. Draco nodded and said that he’ll be right there, just a few more minutes.

“Well, that was something I’ve never thought I’ll see. Potter being protective of you, I mean.” Draco chuckled and shook his head.

“ I think he’s worried that I’ll get kidnapped and they will know everything I know now.”

Blaised looked at him with an amused expression and shook his head.

“If you say so...”

They talked a little more, Draco promised to sit with him and Pansy on the train as always and asked Blaise to not say a word to anyone that he saw him, not even Pansy. Blaise complained a little but agreed.

“Just be careful.”

Draco nodded and gave him one last hug before he went looking for the Gryffindors.

He found them with Granger and Ginevra by the Amortentia fountain. Potter didn’t even looked at him. The twins were making fun of their sister because of Thomas. Draco being bored grabbed a little vial and opened it.

He knew he would smell Potter in there, he just didn’t know how. He put the vial in front of his nose and breathed in the potion. It was marvelous. Something sweet, like treacle tart. There was also the smell of fresh cut grass mixed with broom polish... like the quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The last one was Potter’s cologne, which Draco thought it was ridiculous because it was the cheapest thing ever. The things that attracted him the most were all Potter. He sighed, the soft tickles started to act up. Please, not now.

He saw Potter frowning at his vial. Draco was sure he would regret it, but he walked around the fountain to stand next him.

“You look unhappy, Scarhead. What did you smelled there? “

“It’s none of you business, Malfoy.”

Draco rolled his eyes. They stood quietly there, hearing Weasley bickering with Granger about nonsense. A few moments later the dark haired boy spoke.

“This could be wrong, right? Like if it wasn’t brewed properly” Potter kept looking down, cute blush on his face. Draco smirked at him.

“If it wasn’t brewed properly you wouldn’t smell anything, besides, I smelled it too and it works fine. Believe me.”

Apparently it wasn’t what Potter wanted to hear because he blushed even harder and put the vial down.

“Really, Potter, why is it such a big deal?” The boy shrugged.

“If you mock me about it and I will hex you, Malfoy” The tickles on his ribs were even harder.

“Out with it. I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut.” The green eyed boy looked at him and took a step forward so he could lower his voice. He was looking at the rest of the Gryffindors that were on the other side of the fountain, as if he was making sure they weren’t going to be heard.

“One was Treacle tart... the other was the woody scent of a broomstick handle and” Potter looked down and muttered: “something flowery thats from the burrow.”

Draco just stood there. It was Ginevra. Of course it was. And Potter really had feelings for her because otherwise he wouldn’t had smelled her in the stupid vial. The strong tickles started, and they were worst than ever. He shouldn’t had asked. How fucking stupid could he be, Merlin. The first cough came out and he tried to push down the rest, to calm himself down, but it was useless. Draco was having a coughing fit and he just couldn’t stop.

“Malfoy? Do you need water?” Potter had a worried look in his eyes and he reach out to touch Draco’s back. He moved away quickly. If he touched him right then, it would be worst. Suddenly Ron was grabbing his face.

“Ferret, focus. What can we do?”

He couldn’t stop coughing, his lungs where burning. Shit. Not now, just a few more weeks, please . He forced his voice out, it came out very rough and affected.

“Sirius.” And Ron was yelling at Potter to look for him and Mr. Potter and to take them outside of the shop, while he took Draco there too. He was still coughing and making his best effort not to cry from pain. It burned so fucking much.

When they got outside the three of them were already there waiting for him.

“Kid? Do you hear me? We are going to apparate you home, don’t freak out.” He turned to look at Potter who was arguing with Sirius that he should go back with them (his cousin didn’t agreed). “Harry, stay with Ron. Please. We’ll go get you at the burrow later.” and he took Draco’s hand and apparated to Grimmauld place.

The moment Draco put a foot inside the house he ran to the bathroom and locked the door. He kept coughing but now he didn’t have to hide it, so it was a little better.

He looked down at the sink and there it was: a single flower petal covered in blood. He opened the tap and washed it so he could see it better.

It was a little yellow daffodil petal, also known as narcissus. He knew what it meant because of mother: it could be rebirth and new beginnings or it was also a symbol of unrequited love. He clearly new which meaning it had. Draco heard a knock on the door, so he quickly vanished the petal away. Both men entered.

“Are you alright? That was a really bad one...” Asked Mr. Potter.

Draco just nodded and said that he was better now.

“Did you cough any petals yet?”

He should tell them. He knew he should. But he couldn’t risked it. If Severus found out, it would be awful. He would be treated as if he was weak: they wouldn’t let him go to Hogsmeade without supervision, they would kick him out of the team and everyone would look at him with such pity. It wasn’t an option. Draco shook his head.

“No. Don’t worry, it’s still only the coughs”

And then he smiled at them.