Sirius: Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?

Hey guys! Ive made a fic.

(This is going to be a long tangent btw)

its called extra sweet coffee on ao3 by L1zz_1111.

relationships: jegulus, wolfstar, marylily, rosekiller, dorlene.

Im still working on it, over twenty thousand words written. Its a coffee shop au, relatively fluffy with hints of angst.

no bartylus, no jegulily, past jily though. (I really dont like bartylus D:)

Sirius and regulus have a good relationship, remus and Sirius are so amazing.

Barty and Evan own the cafe, evan has almost burned it down so he isn’t allowed to use the oven.

please read it! Please give me criticism good or bad!😋

ty bye!

Is this normal? Every time I see blood I think of Rosekiller. Every time someone mentions cannibalism, murder or bones I think of Rosekiller. Every time I walk past a cemetery or some gothic building I think of Rosekiller. Every time I come home at night and walk past the forest I think of Rosekiller....

i know that most jily shippers who hates on jegulus is because they self insert as her

I don’t know how to explain my chronically online-ness to real life people. Like yeah Sarah, sorry i couldn’t FaceTime with you before i fell asleep, i don’t sleep until four and drink copious amounts of caffeine because I’m reading stories about harry potters dad and harry potters dad’s best friends brother fucking, also harry potters mum is in love with luna Lovegoods mother :)

I pickled the blorbos. They get separate jars bc I'm evil like that

regulus is pissing me off bc he's unreliable af and fucking repressed at that so i cant write about what he sees in james. admit to ur own stupid feelings fucking coward

Pandora Lovegood who has her own little farm in her garden at home

She's so self sufficient and gifts lily baskets of fruits and pies she loves all homegrown and homemade

barty would love calling evan a nonchalant dreadhead

Guys I just spent the last ten minutes crying over a edit of thresh and rue paralleling reaper and dill. Like I’m genuinely stricken by grief at these children who I knew would die, dying. I am NOT okay do NOT contact me for a least the next 24 hours or I’ll cry.