#lets just say i BODIED the downeaster alexa by billy joel
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today was the last choir rehearsal before our cantors birthday so we had rehearsal at her house and had a lil party. we did a little bit of rehearsal and then we did karaoke. and heres the thing about giving me a glass of wine and then handing me a microphone .
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they say these waters aren't what they used to be
The screams had stopped. Finally, Sirius thought.
Wasting no time, he pulled open the basement door, making sure to lock and ward it behind him. Once he was positive that nothing, human or otherwise, would be getting through it without magic, he shifted into Padfoot and ambled down the stairs, sniffing the air.
Immediately, he caught the scent of the wolf intertwined with the unmistakable scent of Remus, old books, chocolate, and - Padfoot huffed - Sirius himself.
He followed the scent all the way to the back corner of the basement, the corner which Sirius had started redecorating at Remus' insistence.
He smiled (as well as he could in dog form) as he thought about that conversation.
"Sirius, you're out of alcohol," Remus complained, holding up an empty wine bottle.
"That can't be right," Sirius had responded. "I just bought some the other day," he said.
Remus shook the bottle. "I don't know what to tell you. This was the only bottle on the shelf."
Sirius frowned. "Did you check downstairs? Lily started making me hide it after Harry found theirs last month," he said.
When Remus didn't respond, Sirius glanced up, surprised to see him blushing. He narrowed his eyes. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter," Remus hurried to say. His denial was somewhat ruined when he glared at the basement door and rubbed his neck.
Then, it hit him. Sirius began snickering. "Are-are you scared of my basement?" he asked, disbelieving.
Remus' already red cheeks darkened. "No! It's just - a bit - eerie, is all."
"Oh my god," Sirius laughed, "You're afraid of my basement!"
Remus made a face. "Excuse me for not liking the actual dungeon with bloodstains and no lights!" he said defensively. "Maybe if you decorated it or cleaned it or anything other than letting it rot."
Still laughing, Sirius said, "Alright, love, I'll fix up the basement. If I do that will you agree to spend the full down there with me?" he asked, sobering somewhat.
Remus sighed. "Fine, but only the months I take wolfsbane."
Sirius jumped up and kissed him, triumphant. "That's all I ask."
And so Sirius had started the long process of fixing the basement of Grimmauld Place, of which, it had turned out, much to Sirius' glee, James was also afraid.
He turned the corner around the couch, but stopped, staring stupidly at the sight in front of him.
A giant brown grey werewolf was lying on the sofa, tail hanging over an armrest, head curled against the other.
But that wasn't what stopped Padfoot in his tracks. No; that honor went to the open book sprawled across the werewolf's front paws, and the large yellow eyes that seemed to be roving over the words on the page.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, Moony carefully nudged the side of the book with his snout until the page turned, then pawed at it so it didn't turn back over.
Finally breaking the silence, Padfoot blew a loud breath out of his nose, and Moony shot up as if burned. Quickly, he tried to cover the book with his body, but Padfoot grabbed it in his mouth before Moony could crush it.
They stared at each other, both still slightly in shock. Eventually, Moony gave up and looked away, bending his knees to lay back on the couch.
Once the wolf had resettled, Padfoot set the book back down in front of Moony. He pointed his nose toward it, as if to say, Go ahead. Read.
The wolf huffed, but looked at the book again. Satisfied, Padfoot crawled up on the couch and curled up with his back against Moony's side.
It hadn't really hit him, yet, how much the wolfsbane affected his boyfriend, but if it allowed Remus to retain enough of his mind that he could read - well, that was the best Sirius could hope for.
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title from billy joel's 'downeaster alexa'
the wolfsbane potion they gave remus in POA didnt stop him from transforming to a werewolf, it just left him his human intelligence. so i therefore imagine remus locked up somewhere discreetly during the full moon, werewolf form, reading a book or some human shit and im laughing so hard
#wolfstar#wolfstar fanfic#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#lily evans#harry potter#jily#werewolf remus lupin#funny#wolfsbane#my fic#my writing#padfoot#moony
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