Remus (angrily): Sirius, Why Do You Always Have To Act Like A Fucking Child?

I’m 3 chapters away from finishing just lovers…..

don’t ask if I’m okay bc I’m not so.

DAVID DAWSON & HARRY STYLES My Policeman (2022) dir. Michael Grandage

"you're pretty," sirius says lazily, his fingers tangled in remus' curls; he doesn't know how to respond to that.

he doesn't think he's pretty. his nose is too big and crooked, his eyebrows are too thick, his face is uneven; his mouth and eyes are too big for his face, he has acne scars and of course, the ones he hates. he never was pretty, not even as a child, and he never wished to be. he considered beauty subjective, but it was a truth that he wasn't beautiful.

however, when he's with sirius, he can't help but feel so. he's with sirius, who makes everything seem so beautiful; sirius, who's as imperfect as he is. neither of them is perfect; and maybe that was important, maybe that was what made them who they were, that they saw the beauty in what they considered ugly, that they loved the "unlovable".

they're sitting on the floor of the ruins of the castle in remus' hometown, sirius' back pressed against the wall, remus' head in his lap. he looks up and he meets grey eyes and a straight nose, and he smiles. he sits up; they're at approximately the same level now, and amber blends into silver, and that, that, the place where remus ends and sirius begins and the place where neither knows who exactly is who, that is beautiful.

"you're pretty, too, sirius." he needn't have said that; it was one of those all-known truths, the ones written in books, the one that stars know, too.

sirius hums, and kisses him. he's beautiful; they both are.

NOT TODAY 😩

(minerva and sirius, not ship, (slight wolfstar), just had a test and i got a b on it so it’s ok, attempt at anGST)

no, but just imagine.

it was second or third of november, an ugly, cloudy day and minerva mcgonagall lost her boys. she lost james and lily, great people, with all of their life ahead of them, with a son. it was depressing really, such young people  

she received a letter in which is wrote that sirius was taken away to azkaban. she knows he’s innocent, there is no other way!

and she screamed.

she screamed for the little boy, first year, who formed an unlike bond with a crazy-haired boy called james potter, with a tall, scrawny, scarred child called remus lupin and with a chubby boy called peter. 

she screamed for the second year sirius who came in her who came in her office at the end of the last term and, on a firm voice, he said “i want to take all optional courses”. for a boy that was always in the library that researched animagi “without a reason, i’m just curious.”

she screamed for a third year raven-haired boy who discreetly stared at his honey-colored hair friend and, despite it not being obvious, minerva knew. he fell for remus lupin. and he came out to her. firstly.

she screamed for a fourth year sirius black who excelled all of his classes, who looked in a special way at remus but then shook his head and laughed at one of james’ jokes and pat peter’s back and helped students when they needed it. she screamed for a boy that confessed his feeling to his best friend and, as they walked hand in hand in the great hall, she noticed that was the happiest he’s ever been.

she sobbed for a fifth year sirius who fucked up. badly. she remembers him coming in her office and crying, saying he didn’t think it’d get this far, and she believed him. because that was the truth. she knew he tried stuff he shouldn’t, she knew he cried himself to sleep. and she hugged him. later in life she found out that was the first, loving hug he ever got. and sirius fixed everything. they were the marauders again. and god was she proud when she found out all of his OWLs were all Outstandings and Exceed Expectations.

she cried for a sixth year sirius, now a runaway from home and she had to check up on him because he is her son. and he told her. everything. for a sirius black, all tattoos, piercings, long hair and even longer limbs with a laugh like a bark, who helped first years with directions and with studying. did peter’s charms essays when he couldn’t. he was turning into a man.

she cried for the seventh year sirius, happy and whole. she knew he had nights he didn’t sleep or nights he spent on the astronomy tower but she knew he was happy. he told her. she saw it. of course, he could be lying. but it was true, and they knew it.

she screamed for sirius black. a lover, a son, a friend, a student, a brother, a friend, a warrior with a shattered childhood.

she screamed. for her son.

me to frank

Chris Pine went full eldest daughter dissociating at family events and you know what good for him

I love the possessive Regulus narrative

Regulus whispering mine mine mine as he kisses James

Regulus tracing his name on James' body

Regulus writing his initials on whatevet part of James is close enough.

Its not unusual to find James potters hands inked with the letters R.A.B

All The Young Dudes

“I’ve loved keeping your secret, Remus wanted to say, I’d keep a thousand more, for you.”

please go read this!!

The Trouble With Falling In Love

The trouble with falling in love, Remus reasons, is that you can never be sure who anyone is. Ed Sheeran using his second account, for instance. A flat earther with a pierced tongue. The guy you've just been set up on a fake date with.

Wait, what?

or: Sirius can't write; James can't get a date; Lily can't make a plan; and Remus just can't.

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(note: as of tuesday, may 4th (star wars day), the fic still lists as having been written by anonymous. I promise I actually did write it.)

yes he’s a miserable gay werewolf wizard with scars all over his face but have you ever considered that he’s also my babygirl

before either Sirius or Remus went on a mission, Sirius and Remus would stand at the doorway together, hold hands and put their foreheads together because they wanted to make sure that in case anything happend the last words they said to eachother weren't a fight and something nice so Sirius would always say "love you forever" and Remus would say "to the moon and back" and then they would leave, and this went on for years and years, and Moony sweared that the day Sirius slipped into the veil he saw him whisper "love you forever" and as he watched the love of his life die, he stood there and whispered "to the moon and back".