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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 46

chapter 70:

1. “And now the furniture is covered in dust, the books haven't been touched, the flowers are dead, the food has spoiled, and all the little pieces of himself from before feel foreign to him, like they're from a complete stranger.”

why did i blindly hope that crimson rivers couldn’t get more sad??

2. “Regulus couldn't have imagined it, then. Barty dying. Being dead. He was safe, aged out from reapings, and he would have made it if the war hadn't taken him.”

i want to gnaw on something. this is driving me crazy. i need to go eat dirt oh my god

3. every time i briefly forget about evan in this fic, his name is name dropped like a fucking bomb from the sky and i literally want to break a window

4. “And then there's Sirius, who barely knows what to do with his own pain, struggling to balance it, like he's not allowed to have it, feeling like an imposter for simply daring to grieve a man who wasn't his father as a father, as if that man didn't love him as a son.” the monty and sirius bond are still making me cry, actually

5. “I know I will be dead long before you read this,”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

once again, had to voice memo my freind

6. welcome back to another round of lily vs the fridge

7. mary: you love dorcas

lily: NOOO!!! only you babes 😘

mary: fucking dumbass

8. idk how to explain it, but i’m glad that mary and lily (and dorcas and marlene) had such complex relationships. they weren’t just the badass lesbians who had it all together and had a perfect relationship that scoffed at the silly boys. they love just as hard and fumble just as hard. their relationships are far from perfect and are very messy. i love it

9. “His dad watched these flowers bloom.

His dad never saw them die.”

*eye twitch*

10. maybe i shouldn’t blame dorcas, but i’m kinda pissed at her for not showing up to marlene’s funeral

11. “Barty got a funeral, too. Regulus planned that one, and you could tell, because it was done so delicately.”

screaming crying throwing up

what if i never spoke again? as like some sort of stupid protest? as like a statement to show how upset i am over bartys death? huh?? what would you do then bizzarestars????? huh?????????

12. “Vanity got honored as a war hero in the Hallow, a statue raised in her honor on the castle grounds, replacing Riddle's legacy.” i’m actually losing my mind. i want to shovel grass in my mouth and chew stained glass. idk or drink a latte or something

13. bro i’m so mad that sirius was 100% right about how james wouldn’t grieve around him, always wanting to take care of sirius, which is why he has to leave. i’m so mad. i’m so mad. this is gonna hurt

14. “”Fucking hell, James, we're still in love, so calm down. It's—it's not an actual breakup, you know."” -sirius

😭😭😭 they’re such soulmates omg

15. oh god it hurt more than i thought. james thought sirius was about to break the news about remus leaving. not sirius leaving. james never once considered that sirius would leave

16. SNSKDNJSNSMSKSM THEYRE KISSING YAY OMG JEGULUS KISSS OMGGG AFTER LITERALLY TWO MONTHS THEYRE KISSING AGAIN

chapter 71:

1. “[Regulus] is such a sweet boy, and yes, yes, [Effie] has seen him murder, but that matters very little to her, overall” me talking about my favorite characters 🥰

2. wolfstar

currently wanting to gnaw through concrete and plywood over them

3. “Remus also calls Lily every day. They're more discreet about it, not practically confessing their love and trying to make out through the screen the way James and Sirius do”

remus: this is my boyfreind sirius, and that’s my boyfreind’s boyfreind, james ♥️

4. remus thinking of sirius as a helicopter parent towards regulus has me in fucking tears omg that’s so funny

5. “That's the first time they have sex after the war, when Remus tells Sirius how he made Riddle pay for all that he'd done.”

idk, but that’s not the sentence i was expecting

6. 😭😭😭 remus realizing that lyall never liked any of his ex boyfreinds, and the fact that he approves of sirius, the murderer, is laughable

7. jealous sirius kissing remus within an inch of his life 😭😭😭

8. “It's no secret that Sirius likes the hickies, but it's not just him; the truth is, the only thing Remus likes more than getting to put them there is getting to see them there.”

uhhh um uhhhhh hot

9. 👀 they getting nasty

10. james being a teacher >>>>>>>>>>>

11. what are sirius and regulus gonna get up to?

12. it’s heartbreaking that lily and mary have to raise bingley. on one hand, it’s domestic and it’s their little family. on the other hand, they never should have had to do this. lily cooks and tucks him into bed and raises him. but she’s not his mom. and mary raises bingley. but she’s not his mom. and it’s so scary to navigate this

13. THE BAGELS

14. james’ knife kink >>>>>>>>>

15. omg i’m a blubbering mess. they have a home together!!!

16. hello!???? they’re dancing together????? in their home?????? what if i burst into tears?????

17. AWWWWW JAMES PROPOSED AGAIN

18. please please please please tell me we get a marriage chapter

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The Hunger Games

Completed fics / WIPs:

Treehouse: completed; 16,150; 5+1 trope (Five times that Finnick and Johanna were there for each other, and the one time he couldn't be).

Bring Him Home: completed; 18,710; Mags POV (Finnick's arena / 65th Games). Part 1 of the 'D4: Us Against the World' series.

Feelin’ It Now (Just Like You Did): completed; 3,993; Asterid POV; post-50th to pre-74th Games. (where Asterid doesn’t understand disappearing into grief until she loses Burdock).

Flightless Butterfly: completed; 6,073; Burdock POV; during 50th Games. (where Burdock comforts Asterid after Maysilee’s death, and gets Friend Zoned af).

Hell Was The Journey (But It Brought Me Heaven): WIP; ongoing; 10,540, 5+1 trope (Five times where Annie and Finnick didn't realise they were meant to be, and the one time where they finally got their shit together).

The Lucky Ones: WIP; currently on hiatus; 7,378, Victor drabbles (19 untold Victor stories - 11th-70th Games).

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Head Above Water: POV Annie; occasional Finnick; 70th Games. Part 2 of the 'D4: Us Against the World' Series.

Sea Of Lovers: POV Annie; occasional Finnick; Annie's Victory tour, and aftermath. Part 3 of the 'D4: Us Against The World' Series.

Les Mis / Le Amis de l'Abc

Completed fics / one-shots:

The Plot Thickens: completed; 4,009; Modern Enjoltaire AU (where Grantaire drags Èponine to a bookshop with an ulterior motive, and he ends up winning for once).

Marauders Era

Completed fics / WIPs:

Step Into The Daylight and Let It Go: completed; 144,543; canon divergence AU (where Jegulus survive the war, and attempt to parent Harry).

I See The Light: WIP; currently on hiatus; w/@messrfeli; 209,755; AU (where Trans!Regulus is stuck in a tower, and Prince James finds him, after Sirius has looked for his "sister" for years. Chaos ensues).

Chasing Problems: WIP; ongoing; 42,319; Band AU (Jily exes-to-lovers with lots of secrets).

Upcoming:

Speak Now: A Marlene-centric fic, following her lesbian awakening, and Hogwarts romances. Features: Dorlene, Marylene, Marylily, Wolfstar, and Jily (yes it gets messy).

Dollhouses: A Narcissa-centric fic, following the Black family grievances, estrangement with Andromeda, and romance along the way. Features: Nobleflower, Tedromeda, and Lucissa.

But, Daddy, I Love Him: An Andromeda-centric fic, following her romance with Ted; disownment / estrangement, and more!

Marauders one-shot series:

(please give me more prompts!)

Parents Ain't Always Right: 2,855; 1967; Sirius tries on some lipstick.

What I Became a Teacher For: 2,730; 1972. Minnie's favourite student is NOT James Potter. Definitely not.

All Things Truly Wicked Start From Innocence: 11,899; 1945. Walburga Black's backstory - monsters breed monsters.

The Girl Who Did Not Cry: 24,115; bit of Hogwarts + 1981. AU where Marlene escapes the McKinnons attack. Mentioned Dorlene.

Loving You (Is The Antidote): 13,627; 1970 / 1977. Rosekiller vs Armotentia, with some meddling from Regulus & Pandora.

Wound Won't Close: 3,907; 1984. Mary struggles with grief, and decides to obliviate herself. Referenced Marylily.

That's Not Possible: 6,624; 1993. Remus' POV of Harry informing him of Peter's existence on the Map, and realising Sirius was never the traitor.

Wish You Were Sober: 11,031; Modern Muggle AU. Wolfstar friends-with-benefits to lovers.

Perfectly Normal: 14,061; spans most of Petunia's life. The devastating story of the Evans sisters loving, fighting, hating, and falling apart.

Marlene's Guide to Kissing Boys: 5,196; spans most of Marlene's time at Hogwarts. Comphet!Marlene kisses many boys, but no one kisses like Mary MacDonald. Friends to lovers.

We Were Something (Don't You Think So?): 16,581; Modern Muggle AU. Famous actress Lily returns to her home town, and her ex-girlfriend, but Dorcas was only her something; not her everything. Referenced Dorlene; past Jily; Jegulus & Pandalily if you squint.

Doomsday: 6,309; 1981. The events of Halloween and the aftermath, through several POVs.

One-shots inspired by: The Little Prince quotes:

Ready or Not (Here I Come): 5,695; 1981. Marlene's death, at the hands of her childhood best friend, Peter Pettigrew. Referenced Dorlene.

I've Got You (Brother): 5,205; WW1 Muggle AU. After the Armistice, ex-soldier Sirius grieves his younger brother, Regulus, and deals with PTSD. Referenced past Wolfstar.

Oh, Regulus Remembers: 4,227; 1979; Canon Compliant. Regulus' death, with flashbacks to Sirius and their shared love for the sea.

Bangtan Boys (BTS)

Completed fics:

Buy One's Love (Get One Free): 104,186; AU. Single father, Hobi, takes a fancy to his daughter's teacher, Taehyung. But falling in love after previous heartbreak isn't easy for either of them. And neither is dealing with the first grader between them.

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“He can just be so… So” James pauses right then, takes off his cap with the hand that’s still clutching his baseball bat, and ruffles his hair with the other.

“Un-opinionated,” Remus offers half heartedly as they turn the block to the small coffee shop nearest school, both of them freshly showered after the required morning workouts for Tuesday and Thursdays. It’s the first semester in which Remus has actually joined in on the seven minute track, considering the fact that even despite their crazy contradictory schedules with all the sports and extra curriculars they each had, Sirius always made it a point to buy their ice coffees and drop it off to Remus, sometimes leaving them a quarter of an hour late for first period, or as just a quick drop and dash if one of them had an exam. 

It was sweet, considerate. It was Sirius showing how much he cared because he’s never been one for words, even if he would frequently print off the little texts Remus would send him about how Sirius made him feel, and hang it up on the wall besides his bed, along with photos of them and Remus by himself and a few of their other friends too.

But yeah… None of that is really a thing anymore, not the coffees or the texts or the promises of being one another’s always. Not after calling it quits in early January because they knew by August they’d be working with thousands of miles between them and a three hour difference on top of that. It just wouldn’t have been feasible in the long run, and sure— Remus was the one to broach the topic and he knows that Sirius was hesitant about the logical side of it, but sometimes Remus wishes Sirius had fought harder, had argued louder, had wanted Remus more. But that’s a ridiculous expectation, and he had only admitted as much to Lily. And at the end of the day, it was the right choice, because it’s only early May now, and Remus can’t imagine how sick he’ll feel once catching his flight to Berkeley, and they’re steadfastly back in the best friends category of things. He can’t fathom how it would’ve been if they spent all these months and the ones after being together in all those intimate ways, knowing that they’ll be so far apart soon enough.

It was the right decision for the both of them and their friendship.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that,” James says, bringing Remus out of his gloomy contemplations while opening the glass door to Three Broomsticks, sporting a thin smile that he always has on when he’s trying to be kind even when he’s irritated as all get out. 

Remus snorts at him, elbow checking his side as he walks past. “Well he’s sharing that dorm with you and Sirius in New Haven, so I guess you’ve got that to look forwards to.”

James’s face pulls into a grimace and their typical barista nods their way, already receiving their orders through the app and sparing them having to wait in the queue. “Maybe Pete’ll grow his own personality in university, yeah?”

“Sure Prongsie,” Remus says, noncommittal as he checks his phone and lies against the windowpane, already exhausted by the morning. “And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Sirius is about to blow his lid any day now.”

“It’s going to be funny as fuck, and you won’t even be there to see the debris,” James counters, sounding pleasant enough even though Remus knows that he’s nearly as pissed off as Sirius is about the decision for him to go back to his home state for undergrad. 

“You’ll send pictures though.”

“Of course Moony my old friend,” James jokes, tossing him a wink as they straighten once spotting their coffees being rung up. But as Remus takes a step forwards, he notices that a familiarly tan pair of hands are reaching for them, and when Remus looks up he feels like an idiot for not noticing him sooner. Because there Sirius is, dashing as ever in their school’s maroon blazer and tan pants, and his hair is windblown and shining as it falls midway of the nape of his neck. But Remus doesn’t really have the chance to appreciate just how damn good looking his ex-boyfriend is, rather, he’s more distracted by how Sirius doesn’t even notice him or James as he pivots around and hands over the second cup to a beaming Gideon Prewett. Their heads incline while they exchange a few words that are absolutely impossible to pick up in the crowded cafe before they bump their shoulders together and walk out the opposite door.

And it feels like nothing else watching that exchange— like their was a hammer and pick chipping away at his stupid, weeping heart.

“I think they’re just doing a project together,” James says lowly in Remus’s ear, clapping him on the back in reassurance, and Remus loves him, but he’s not in the mood for false platitudes, feels like there is a ugly, burning fire festering deep in his stomach and making Remus want to hurl all over the wooden floors.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies instead, mild as he discretely picks up his phone again and opens up to the last conversation he had this morning.

R: need intel 

L: Say more sexy things to me, lover 

R: sirius and Gideon

R: what’s going on there

L: I’ll take a look, dw

Buoyed by Lily’s scary levels of detective skills, Remus returns his phone to his satchel and signals James to follow him to pick up their actual drinks. “C’mon, Flitwick hates it when we’re late.”

.-

“Do you want the good news first, or the bad.” Lily asks Remus later that morning during their shared free period, dropping her bag on the tabletop that they typically commandeer towards the back of Hogwarts’s library, nearest the windows and tucked away by the shelves.

“Is there actually any good news? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better.” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he shuts his history book and tosses it to the side.

“Well your hair looks especially nice today,” she offers with a small smile, sitting besides him and ruffling his curls.

“Thanks, I suppose. But I’d rather just get to it. And don’t sigh at me like that! All long suffering and all.”

Rolling her eyes, Lily gathers her hair into a high pony before turning to Remus fully. “You’re my best friend, I love you more than just about anyone. You know that, right?” Lily asks him, stiff stance relaxing when he nods in turn. “Then understand that I’m saying this from a place of love, but you don’t get to be mad at him, okay. You’re the one who called it off Re, you’re the one who wanted you guys to go back to being friends to avoid that messiness in August. And you know I respect the decision, but also it wasn’t the only one to be had. I mean look at James and I—“

“You’re going to Columbia Lils,” Remus bristles, hates how defensive he’s getting all of a sudden. “That train ride is like two hours and some change at the very most. It’s not the same.”

“You guys could’ve made it work,” she insists, green eyes blazing in the dim light. “He’s crazy about you, and you’re in love with him— Like ass backwards in love. You can’t just cut that off like it’s nothing, damn it, Remus.”

He can feel his own ears reddening and Remus hates it, hates how today had started off so innocuous and now it’s an absolute shit show. Remus hates that Lily is always correct about everything, and hates how Sirius probably is regretting telling Remus he still fully intends to ask him out to prom, and hates how much he loves him— how whenever he looks at Sirius it’s just a deluge of wanting and adoring and regretting and needing to feel his lips against Sirius’s own again like a drug, how he’ll never forget how he tasted like coffee beans and cigarette smoke and the strawberries he ate every morning besides his breakfast. Remus hates it all and he can’t figure out how not to feel like suddenly everything is slipping out of his hands like sand drifting through his fingers.

“He’s probably not that crazy over me anymore considering he’s getting Gideon Prewett coffees now, so maybe it’s the right decision after all.” Is what Remus decides to tell Lily instead of that whirlwind of clashing feelings.

“Oh Christ,” Lily huffs, dropping her head back like she’s asking for strength from the heavens above. “Look, Dorcas tells me that they’ve only been out twice. And Marlene says that it’s nothing intense. Just a movie and then he went to go watch his nephew’s little league game.”

“Oh,” Remus intones, because, no. No he will not start crying like this is some fucking Nicholas Sparks novel, and he’s the wayward lead making all the worst decisions. He’s not going to cry damn it!

He is not a bird, and this is suppose to be happening, and none of this has any real consequence at the end of the day. He and Sirius broke up, and Sirius can go out with whoever he pleases— even if it’s good looking, ginger athletes.

Remus is fine.

“Remus,” Lily gently consoles, lacing her fingers into his own that’s resting on his lap, and squeezing for good measure. “Benjy told Mary, who told me during Calc that Gideon doesn’t expect anything. Sirius told him he’s not looking for anything long term.”

“That’s dumb,” Remus retorts, trying to hold everything in so that Lily doesn’t give him that concerned, doe eyed face of hers, like when he’s spent a week living off of protein bars and double shot espressos preparing for finals. “Gideon’s great, and there on the soccer team together, they would be perfect.”

“Remus, stop.”

“And he’s going to Dartmouth, so he’ll be super close for like weekend excursions and all of that.”

“Remus!”

“The more I think about it, Lils, the more it makes sense. They just fit.”

“Sure, those are all nice attributes,” Lily says, peering up at him disappointedly. “But he’s not you.”

Like a legion of angels singing in the distance, the bell begins to shrill for next period and Remus is spared from giving that statement any mind.

.-

He spends the rest of the week acting as if he hadn’t even seen Sirius that morning whenever around him, and internally analyzing each and every exchange between them, and comparing to them to when he sees Sirius chatting with Gideon. And it’s not fun to say the least. It’s like a flashback to when he was trying to hide his crush on Sirius back in Freshman and most of sophomore year, but somehow worse. It’s worse because Remus had him, had Sirius in all the ways someone could ever want an other. He had Sirius’s languid morning kisses, and Sirius’s bark like laughter. Remus had Sirius being nervous the first time Lyall came for his typical Christmas visit, and Sirius had to try and impress him along with Remus’s mom as more than just the friend he hung around with at school. Remus had Sirius’s gruff voice when they were in bed and getting tangled into one another, and Sirius’s dopey looks in the middle of class when he’d be gazing over at Remus instead of the board. And if Remus is being honest, he knows he still has all those things, but it’s suddenly and searingly clear that some time— sooner rather than later— they’ll all leave, abruptly disappearing and shattering Remus’s world in their wake. Because eventually all of those different facets of Sirius’s won’t be Remus’s anymore— they’ll be Gideon’s or some other boy he meets in New Haven. And Remus can’t even be upset at it, he doesn’t have a claim to any of Sirius anymore, doesn’t get to call any part of him his.

And it’s probably the worst Remus has felt since that first night after their break up, because he’s eating every moment he has with Sirius like he’s famished and Sirius is the last meal he’ll ever know. He wants to memorize every part of him before he can’t have any of it. He wants to unravel every layer of Sirius, and kiss it for the final time, and it’s like saying goodbye a thousand times over, strangling his heart and splintering something desperate deep inside of him.

Like now.

It’s edging on midnight, and they drove up to the lake front near their suburb, with Sirius lying with his head on Remus’s lap and his long, muscled body lying against the tattered blanket beneath them. And his eyes are fluttered shut while the speaker they brought croons out the indie playlist they like most from Spotify.

And Remus can’t help but feel like this is one of their last nights like this, alone and quiet and together without any other specter of some other partner. So he watches him, watches the moonlight pacing over his nose and the high bones of his cheeks and across Sirius’s eyelids too. Remus watches his ink  like lashes kissing his skin, and wants to touch the divot of his cupids bow like so many times before while his other hand cards through Sirius’s hair. 

And Remus lets himself want Sirius and wonders if he’ll ever stop wanting, craving, loving him.

“I can hear you thinking Moons,” Sirius says, fluttering his eyes open and crunching up before Remus can even respond. “What’s going on?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I’m fine.” Remus all but sputters, folding his knees against his chest and wrapping his arms around them, feeling somehow vulnerable in blistering ways. “Nothing is going on.”

“Pff,” Sirius gives him a pointed look, settles down so that they’re side by side and tries to get Remus to look at him head on. “You’ve been strange all week, Moony.” 

“That’s not—“

“And then tonight, you didn’t even tease your ma when she was telling us about that patient who puked all over her shoes.”

“Just tired is all.”

“But had enough energy to smoke half the joint I brought.” Sirius says with a snort, looking frustrated again when Remus didn’t even flinch a smile at the counter. “Remus, talk to me.”

“It’s fine Sirius,” Remus sighs, suddenly remembers how exhausting all their arguments were in the past. How Sirius tries getting him to speak everything in his mind, as if Remus could even put them into words. 

“Okay, then tell me why you rejected my offer to go to that Frank Ocean concert. You’re obsessed with him.”

“’S in July,” Remus reminds him lightly, focusses on the way they can see the North star glimmering against the horizon instead.

“And, so?” Sirius asks, sounding more than a bit scathing. “You’re not leaving for another month after that, you trying to cut me off completely by the summer or something?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t be condescending.”

“Sirius, just leave well enough alone. Holy shit.”

“I can leave it alone if you can actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you,” Sirius snaps, standing up now, probably because he always likes using his height advantage on most people whenever he gets all pissy.

“You can be such a prick sometimes, you know that?” Remus snarls at him, following suit and dipping his head back just slightly so that they’re eye to eye. “Not everything is on your schedule, you know that.”

“My schedule!” Sirius’s brows jump to his hairline, and he breaks into that manic laughter that springs up only when he’s so angry he can’t put his thoughts together. “I’m trying to do as much shit with you as possible before you leave, because for some stupid fucking reason I’m going to miss you when your across the fucking country! But yeah, whatever. If you’re actually just sick of me and my presence or what the fuck else, you can just—“

“I would’ve assumed you wanted to go with Gideon,” Remus blurts out, simply unable to hold it back any more, unable to pretend like he’s not suffering a thousand fresh paper cuts every time he even glances Sirius’s way these days. He can’t do this, can’t pretend to just be friends when they were— when they are— so much more than that. “To the concert I mean. I just assumed—“

“No,” Sirius says, seething as he storms up to Remus— close enough that the tips of their noses brush up against each other. 

“No? Excuse me?”

“No Remus you don’t get to do this!” Sirius repeats, voice going frayed at the edges as their glances level. “You don’t get to pretend as if I want anyone more than I want— than I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t get to float around for the rest of your life pretending as if this’ll ever change for me. As if you can’t hit me up in fifteen years when I’m married with kids, and ask to get back together, and think  that I wouldn’t drop it all for you.”

Remus’s heart begins to thud, loud and painful against his ribcage, and his lungs feel like they might collapse the instant Remus let’s the tears swimming in his eyes sprinkle out. “Sirius, I ca—“

“I’ve been in love with you since before we were suppose to mean what that meant, damn it, Remus! And you’re the one who called it off!”

“It was the right decision.” Remus croaks out, plunging his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, doesn’t want Sirius to see the way they’re shaking.

“”For you. The right decision for you.” Sirius presses, his gray eyes dark underneath the stars. “And you know I’d do anything you wanted of me, but you don’t get to be mad at the ways I cope. And you sure as fuck don’t get to be jealous of fucking Gideon Prewett, as if he can hold a match to you.”

“Oh.” Is all Remus can gather to say, peering back down at his shoes and pressing together his lips, feels the most lost he ever has while around Sirius. “I love you too, you know that. You know I love you so much that it hurts sometimes— That was never the problem.”

Sirius makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, and the next second, Remus can’t feel the warmth of his body besides him because Sirius is darting over to the cusp of the lake and kicking at a rock. “Fuck, Remus. You can’t just say that, all right! You can’t because none of this is fair, or okay. And I fucking hate it and I hate this and—“

“Maybe we can try,” Remus says, quiet but unshaken. And he watches as Sirius slowly turns back around, face scrunched up in utter confusion, but eyes glittering with something like hope. “I love you Sirius, and you love me. And Lily’s right, fucking hell she’s so right. I can’t just turn it off, okay. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t be around you and not want every part of you. But I also can’t let myself stay away from you. So let’s try, and it’s probably a stupid difficult decision, and we’re going to be frustrated and we’re going to miss one another but I know there’s going to be no one I want more and I think you migh— Oof.”

Remus can’t continue rattling off any of the reasons why they should get back together, because Sirius is somehow magically popping up in front of him— his large hands cupping against Remus’s jawline and his thin lips crashing against him, and Remus can only wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso and give him back all he’s pushing forwards.

And it might’ve been a minute or an hour that past, but Sirius is pulling back with a face that looks lighter in ways Remus hasn’t seen on him since the breakup all those months ago. “I’d literally agree to anything if it means we can stay together, Moony. Absolutely anything.”

Remus feels the strain against the apples of his cheeks as he beams at him at the sound of the oath. “Yeah, me too Padfoot. Always and forever, it’s you.”

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Eyyyy whaddup it's ya girl Georgie here with a fun lil activity to kickstart 2018!

So, a lil while ago, I made a post saying I was changing to my Christmas URL for Christmas and that I may or may not change back to my usual siriusorionsblack. Now, I said I'd do something fun so you guys can vote for my new URL. Well, I'm not backing down on that promise since I've failed to post anything on my blog.

After thinking long and hard about this I decided that I'd host a 'create your own Hogwarts character' thingy and I'd write either headcanons or a mini fic including a character of your choice! I will write for fantastic beasts, lightning era, marauders era and next gen (but check my faq first) 

So, here are the rules:

must be following me 

reblog this post

vote for my new url (link is in my description)

read the ‘request’ part of my FAQ. (I’ll know if you haven’t.)

send me an ask telling me what url you voted for, your house, a short description of yourself, pronouns and three (3) characters of your choice. I'll choose one that I ship you with.

in your ask, include whether you want headcanons or a mini fic - you can't have both.

i'll be disabling anonymous questions so you won't be able to send them on anon

you can blacklist the tag #georgies url if you wanna

update: the links didn’t work on the original post so i had to remove them. for mobile users, tap on the word ‘risk’ in my description which will take you to a menu. faq is right at the top. 

Alright, an example is bellow the cut:

blood type: muggleborn

house: gryffindor

secondary: slytherin

ilvermorny: thunderbird

secondary: wampus

title: prefect, head girl

pet: an eagle owl called ‘Ariel’ who is a bit of a showoff and likes to parade himself around

wand: ebony, 10 1/2″, phoenix feather, unyielding

best subject: charms, potions, transfiguration

worst subject: divination, herbology, flying

quidditch: spectator

hogsmeade hangout: the three broomsticks

hogsmeade friend/date: the Marauders, usually

hogwarts hangout: courtyard and the astronomy tower

best friends: the marauders, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, mary mcdonald, dorcas meadowes, emmeline vance. 

dated: remus lupin (1974-75), regulus black (don’t ask) (1975), alexander diggory (cedric’s made-up uncle) (1976)

currently dating: sirius black (1977-)

enemies: regulus black (i said don’t ask); severus snape; basically all the nasty slytherins

patronus: a wolf 

boggart: inferi (shudders violently)

georgie’s amotentia: baked pastries; vanilla; sirius’ shampoo 

sirius’ amotentia: leather; georgie’s vanilla oil; a warm, midnight breeze

polyjuice potion: a glittery, pearl liquid with tendrils of faint silver curling into the air

backstory: georgia ‘georgie’ fox was born to muggles thomas and francesca fox in august of 1961. as strict catholics, georgie’s parents became afraid of the young girl when she started showing signs of magic, believing she was possessed. they took her to frightening exorcisms where she developed claustrophobia. to this day, she can not step into a church. 

on her eleventh birthday, she was visited by a witch and a wizard who explained to her and her family that she was a witch. upon discovering this, her parents forced her out of her home, still living in fear of her supernatural abilities. they cut off all ties with her and treat her as though she were dead to them. georgie grew up with her reasonable and caring grandparents, where she lived happily. 

headcanon:

these are head canons

they're cool

yeah

smooth peanut butter is better than crunchy

deal with it

or mini fic layout:

“georgie, what do you think of the christmas tree?” sirius asked as he stood proudly beside it. 

georgie’s lips tugged into a gentle smile as she stared at her boyfriend of three months. she allowed her green eyes to wonder over to the crooked christmas tree standing in the corner of the gryffindor common room and decided to let him down gently.  

“it looks...like a tree got tangled in an electrical wire,” she jested, her small smile now splitting into a broad grin. sirius’ shoulders slumped forward slightly and the handsome boy gave a small laugh. 

“told you it looks like santa took a shit,” james snickered from a table on the other side of the room, where he was challenging remus to a game of wizard chess. sirius scowled at the messy-haired boy, who glanced up from the board and gave sirius a wicked smirk. sirius flicked his gaze to remus. 

“what do you think m–”

“I agree with georgie...” remus remarked, not bothering to look up from the chess board. 

“of course you’d agree with your ex-girlfriend georgie,” sirius teased, a grin curling the edges of his lips. remus looked up from his board and sighed, exasperated. 

“that’s right,” james added, sharing an amused look with sirius, “don’t think we’d let you both forget that one.” 

remus and georgie exchanged a look before the latter slapped a hand to her forhead. 

“that was centuries ago,” she sighed, “of course they’d remember.” 

remus snorted, shaking his head. he gave georgie a wry look and george bit her lip, amused at james and sirius’ bantering techniques. she decided to distract them, and when remus returned his gaze to the chess board, georgie took sirius’s hand. 

“alright, sweetheart, let me show you how it’s done.” 

georgie plucked her wand from her pocket as she dragged her boyfriend toward the tree. it took her several minutes to redecorate the tree as sirius had done such a poor job of it. it was as though he’d never decorated a tree before, which she found both amusing and suspicious. 

when she had completed the task, sirius stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing small kisses to her neck and shoulder, “the final touch,” he murmered into her ear, holding up a beautiful, silver ornament. 

“where’d you get this from?” she asked, her brow raised. she noticed that the ornament had hinges and she opened it, curious as to what was inside. 

a small ring fell out of the ornment and into sirius’ hand. it was a promise ring, with a ‘midnight’ gem stuck to the middle of it. the gem reflected the night sky, where she spotted the brightest star in the sky. 

“sirius,” she whispered, tears pricking her eyes, and she spun around in his arms and kissed him. distantly, she heard james wolf-whistle, and when they broke apart, she found remus smiling fondly and peter beaming like the rising sun. 

“you set this up!” georgie exclaimed, grinning broadly at her boyfriend. sirius smiled and slid the promise ring onto her ring finger. 

“i promise to always love you,” he whispered and georgie felt her heart flutter at his words.

 it was the best christmas ever. 

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

American Ways - Sirius Black x Reader

Request : @claireisreallynotonfire  hello my dear!!! could you do a sirius x reader where the reader is a transfer from ilvermorny in like the 6th year and immediately hits it off with the marauders. and sirius is infatuated with her, always calling her pet names, flirting, hugging, and touching and stuff. and reader just thinks it's a joke but one day sirius gets mad bc she's not taking him seriously ( lol pun ) and they end up together bc i really need some fluff with a teaspoon of angst. thanks love Warnings: My English? Language (always lol). Late night, crappy writing.  The image isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner. Also, I am so sorry for making you wait this long but the new semester has already taken a toll on me.  Word Count: 1848 MASTERLIST Pending Requests

It was one thing being the new student but it was completely another thing being the center of attention. It felt weird and… you kind of felt like you were an exhibit when people would stare or point at you. Yeah, okay, maybe you were the ‘American girl’ and yes, you had an accent and blah blah, but you hoped that after a day or two, they would leave you alone. You were being bombarded with questions about Ilvermorny, about your country, about the male population and so on. Well, that happened until four boys had walked on you and literally grabbed your arms and dragged you all the way to the Gryffindor common room. You were about to protest when you realized that they were doing you a favor. You had grown tired of answering the same questions and being looked at… strangely. So, you never really complained. When they finally let go, you just smiled and greeted them. “Hello, boys. Thanks for the rescue” you simply said. They didn’t expect that-far from it, actually. That’s when you became a ‘gang’ as you named it. They were punks and jerks but they were amazing people and really funny. You had no idea why you hit it off so fast but it felt natural. James was the love-struck one, with his hazel eyes and his messy black hair. Lily-pad, Lily-flower and so on, the poor girl must suffer from those awful nicknames. Remus was the ‘dad’; he was a bit more mature and poised but you could see the mischief in his soft caramel eyes. Peter was the little guy, blushing and being quieter than the others, but he was a Marauder after all. And then, it was Sirius. That guy didn’t know how to talk to a girl without flirting with her. His gray eyes would roam the girl’s body, he would be touchy as fuck when he wanted something, he would use cheesy pickup lines and he would always find a reason to pull off his shirt. He had a nice body, yes, you weren’t blind… you could see it. But it was ridiculous how many times he pulled that damn shirt off. In the brief week, you knew them, it must have been ten times already-and the week wasn’t over yet.  

It was official. Sirius Black was the biggest flirt you had ever known. The guy would flirt with you without hesitation, he would call you names, be touchy even clingy. And today was no exception. You were able to stroll around the castle without getting lost like the first weeks. After all, it was almost Christmas. You had to admit that Hogwarts was breathtaking covered in snow. Everything seemed so magical, so serene and so otherworldly. Ilvermorny might held your mind- your friends were there, your ex-boyfriend, your beloved teachers- but Hogwarts stole your heart. You had made more friends than you could believe. Lily was a Muggle-born, as they called them, but she was the brightest witch of her age and uncommonly kind. That last trait seemed to vanish every time James was around, though. She had admitted that she liked him a lot but she could never agree on a date if he was going to ask her three or more times a day. It was infuriating. You had helped James a lot and for that he was grateful. You had told him to leave her be for a while. It was tough for him and you couldn’t help but chuckle every time he opened his mouth only to close it again and walk away. Lily thought it was strange but she missed his crazy ways-and that’s when you played cupid and informed James. And they had the most romantic date ever. Not thanks to him but thanks to you and strangely enough, Sirius. He could be romantic when he wanted to. But that was a very rare sight to witness. Remus was probably the one you were closest with. He was so kind and sweet but he could be cocky and sarcastic that he could out throne Sirius himself. You had put two and two together relatively easy but you didn’t care. If anything, you wanted to help him in any way you could but you were going to let him tell you, whenever he felt like he could trust you enough to do so. You were in the Great Hall, eating breakfast-well, you were drinking a cappuccino(Dumbledore’s courtesy)- with Remus while you were waiting for the other three troublemakers to appear. It was a cold, breezy morning, but it felt so refreshing you didn’t mind wearing two jumpers. It was just a day before the full moon and he was worn out already but he had his nose stuck in a book, nevertheless. You placed a chocolate bar in front of him and he caught the action as he looked worriedly at you. “Eat. You’ll feel better, Moony” you said, emphasizing his nickname. He was smart and he got it immediately. A relaxed smile was plastered onto his lips as he understood that you weren’t going to go anywhere. “Hello, beautiful” a silky voice greeted you. You didn’t really want to admit it but you were smitten. You truly liked him. You liked his steely gray eyes, his aristocratic features, his tousled dark, long locks, his toned torso and his delicate hands. But most importantly, you liked the real him. Not the flirtatious, cocky jerk but the one you had the pleasure of meeting one very cold and lonely night. You couldn’t sleep and you were sitting by the common room’s fireplace. That night you had seen the real Sirius. The one behind the façade and the masks. The one who suffered the effects of insomnia because of his past, the one who was always too scared that he would lose his friends. That Sirius spoke to your heart. And you found yourself falling… hard. “Hello, handsome” you greeted back with a playful smile. That was just his thing. He would flirt with you but you never thought he meant it. Like, how could he? You had accepted the fact that you didn’t really stand a chance with him. He was out of your league. He could have any girl he wanted and of course, you weren’t one of them. He just played with you-not in a bad way, but still. It was just a game. You couldn’t resist, though. You had to play as well. He sat next to you, his hand resting on your knee and his mouth forming a devilish smirk. He kept his eyes fixed on you until you felt uncomfortable. “You’re staring” you commented, hoping that he will stop playing the damn game. “I’m gazing” he retorted nonchalantly, as he drew patterns with his fingers on your thigh. He had to stop. “It’s creepy” you tried to sound stern but you failed miserably. You smiled and shrugged it off as he whispered under his breath, something you couldn’t possibly believe you had heard correctly. “It’s romantic”. Yeah, you had probably heard wrong. You continued ignoring him and his flirty ways for a couple of hours. You had to give it to him. He had upped his game. Today, he was extra touchy, extra flirty, extra huggy, extra clingy, extra… You tried to make it to your next class in time, he had to carry your books. You tried to eat lunch, he had to pile up your plate. You had forgotten your quill, he had to give you his. Somebody tried to flirt with you, he had to smack your bum- that was the final hit. You were alone in the common room, as it was already after midnight, trying to study. James had fallen asleep holding Lily, Peter was all cuddly with Mary and Remus… well, Remus was actually studying. But you didn’t miss the side looks he was giving you.   When that guy had come up and told you that you looked very beautiful in that jumper, all hell had broken loose. Sirius marked you- yes, he did- as his when you weren’t and you didn’t even have a chance. Once the guy left and you were among friends, you snapped at him and scowled him, waking up the sleepy heads. “How thick can you get?” you questioned angrily but from the looks of it, he was a bit angrier. He stood up abruptly, while the rest of your friends were trying to pretend that they didn’t exist. “How thick can I get? How dense can you be?” he spat at you, his silver eyes twinkling with madness and… desperation? “You know what? Screw it! I don’t want to play your little games anymore, I am so done. I don’t like that you are making a fool out of me every time you are all flirty when you don’t mean it in the first place” you practically screamed at him. His cheeks were red with anger and his pupils dilatated. “You are crazy! You are insane if you think I just flirt with you so I can play. You are delusional if you believe that I am not absolutely infatuated with you and your American ways. You are just stupid if you think that I am playing. I am so fucking in love with you and it scares the shit out of me because I have never- EVER- fallen in love before and I have no idea how to deal with all those damn butterflies- YES, you gave me butterflies, and my stomach flips every time I see you and I-” You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close, crashing your lips to his with force. He finally shut it. His hands were wrapped around your waist immediately as he deepened the kiss, biting your bottom lip hard, demanding permission to explore your mouth. Exactly before a moan could escape your mouth, people were fake coughing to make you realize that you weren’t alone. You pulled apart but he didn’t let go. “So, you like my American ways?” you asked softly as you made eye contact with him. He smiled brightly yet seductively and he kissed your cheek. “I do. You know what else I like? Your sweet American ass” he said loud enough for everyone to hear, as his hands slipped down to your bum.  James laughed but Lily called him a perv. You just blushed but you couldn’t really believe that you had kissed him and that he had never played with you. He was being honest and he was showing you all the affection in the world. You had to make it up to him. “Maybe we can continue in my dorm?” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily, making you chuckle at his childish action, when three, big, fat, loud no’s were heard. You turned and witnessed three frightened faces looking at you with utter terror. You found yourself laughing along with Sirius and Lily. Yes, Hogwarts had stolen your heart for sure. And you couldn’t love it more

tags: @orionsirivsblack @kapolisradomthoughts @nadinissavage 

[gxldentrio]

Young, Living With No Fear

Summary: ‘I’m egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ AU

Word count: ~2.6k words

A/N: I’m two thousand percent sure that I’m not going to be able to have another fic out by the time Nai’s birthday rolls around, so consider this an early birthday present. @hiddenpolkadots i love you above all else and thank you for making me ship things i know 0 about. (And once again, thank you to @yulbos for editing this for me ilu)

FFN / AO3

“Fucking asshole—“ Lily mutters to herself. It’s cold, and she’s pissed, and to top it all off she left her cardigan back at Mary’s and now all she has is a stupid, half-empty carton of medium-sized eggs.

If Lily were sober, she’d probably think twice before throwing eggs around in the middle of the night, but she’s already had a few shots of vodka too many. Besides, it’s Snape, so it’s not as though what she’s doing is actually wrong. She’s not an animal. Most of the time.

Except, when the door opens, the face that greets her isn’t Eileen Prince’s familiar one. No, this one belongs to a man, tall and built like a fortress, and Lily swears she’s seen him before. She hears Dorcas’ soft murmuring and it’s only when she makes out a few ‘shit’s and ‘bugger’s that Lily finally recognizes the man as the police officer who arrested Mulciber back in March.

“What’s going on here?” he says, his booming voice knocking the wind out of Lily’s lungs. She’s scrambling—ha!—to find a solution when an idea pops into her brain.

If she’s not mistaken—and Lily really hopes she isn’t—she remembers him having a son, about her age.

“Good evening, sir.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m really, really sorry,” she starts, “it’s just that, well, this is a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?”

Mr.—Potter, was it?—runs his fingers through his already thinning hair and gives her a pointed look, as if to say ‘Get on with it.’ She’s grateful he hasn’t busted out the police-card yet.

And so, before he gets the chance to do it, Lily blabbers on, “I used to date your son? He sort of, you know—“ it’s a mess, and Lily’s got no idea where she’s going with this, but suddenly the front door’s opening and, oh my god, what is he doing here?

“Dad?” James, from her Mathematics class calls out. Of fucking course. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine, you can go back inside,” Mr. Potter replies, and with a shrug of his shoulders, James turns around. Lily lets out a breath, but then Mr. Potter’s eyes light up, and he says, “actually, James, could you come here?”

The 6-foot-something boy trudges over to them. “’Hello, Evans. What’s up, dad?” he says, nonchalant, as though he hadn’t recognized her fire red hair.

“Miss Evans here,” Mr. Potter begins, “was just telling me that you two dated.” James’ eyes practically bulge out of their sockets, and Lily’s cheeks are so warm she feels like she’s about to pass out. “How come you’ve never mentioned it?”

Lily widens her eyes at James, silently pleading with him to just go along with it, but not really expecting him to. Except he totally does.

“I was embarrassed,” he states, and Lily is sort of offended, the fact that he’s pretty much saving her arse notwithstanding. Judging by the smirk on his face, he seems to notice it, and adds, “, it’s just that I—uh, cheated on her. With her cousin.”

“For the love of God, James,” Mr. Potter mutters, “we raised you better than this. What will your mother say?”

Lily notices the way James’ cheeks darken slightly, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “That the least we can do is offer her some tea? I mean, it’s one in the morning, but I’ve clearly caused her irreparable emotional damage and so I feel like we owe it to her.”

Mr. Potter glances at his son and sighs. . Then, turning to Lily, he adds with a shrug of his shoulders, “I’m sorry my son is a such disgrace. Do you want to come in for a second?”

She’s still too dumbstruck for words, so she simply nods and follows the two of them inside.

The house is warm and inviting, but not too hot, which is a nice change from the scorching weather outside. The walls are tastefully decorated, and just from the get-go, Lily can spot at least three different house plants.

“So, Lily, what motivated you to resort to eggs? That’s pretty old-school, isn’t it?”

“I am so sorry about that, Mr. Potter—“

“Please, call me Fleamont.”

“Right,” Lily laughs uncomfortably, “you see, the thing is, I was dared. And you know how dares go…”

She feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, and when she unlocks it, there are three unread messages in the groupchat.

01:23 a.m.

Mary Christmas: Oh my god, Lily, Dorcas just told me

Dork-ass: has he skinned u alive yet???

Dork-ass: I’ll take ur silence as a yes. still cant believe u went inside tho

Lily promptly texts back.

Orchid: yes we all knew I have a death wish

Orchid: txt later go home + sleep

Dork-ass: ok mother

“I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“You know, Lily,” Mr. Pot—Fleamont starts. “You remind me of myself when I was your age.”

James coughs.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Euphemia’s dad also found me egging her house one time. Except, you know, she hadn’t cheated on me,” he adds, side-eyeing James.

“Come on, dad.”

“You’ve made your bed, son,” Fleamont replies, clapping his hand on James’ right shoulder. “It’s time you lay down in it.”

–

02.09 a.m.

Orchid: ok but like

Orchid: james potter’s dad is the /best at throwing shade?? I suddenly feel the need to name my firstborn after him?

Dork-ass: ???

Orchid: so deadass he comes to talk to me and I’m practically shitting my pants because of /course I would be the one to egg a copper’s house, so I panicked and told him I was his son’s ex?? and then potter came outside and actually played along

Mary Christmas: hoe don’t do it

Orchid: and so now mr potter is under the impression his son is a cheater when in fact he’s just really terrible at maths

Mary Christmas: oh my god

Orchid  I think I’m in love

Dork-ass-. Of course, out of the three of us you’d be the one getting a sugar daddy

Orchid: don’t be an ass dorc

Orchid: oh wait

–

She gets home impossibly late, but since it is the summer holidays, Lily doesn’t feel that guilty about waking up at two o’clock the next day. And, all right, that means so far her mother has had to put up with Vernon and Petunia by herself, but Lily reckons it was about time she took one for the team.

She gets out of bed, a grin dancing on her lips, and heads for the shower.

It’s about a half past three in the afternoon when she finally emerges from the bathroom, hangover-free.

“Oh goodness, Vernon, why is she like this?” shrills Petunia, so loud that the thumping in Lily’s head comes back.

In response, Lily simply rolls her eyes, shoots her sister a snappy ‘good morning, sister dearest’ and after pecking her mother on the cheek, heads out the door.

It’s sunny out, and Lily quickly regrets having skipped through the sun cream-applying part of her routine. She blares Gasolina through her earphones—courtesy of Sirius Black from Economics, of course—and before she knows it, she’s at her favourite coffee shop.

The whole scene is drawn in heavy lines and brown undertones, and the barista—Frank—is about to give Lily her iced coffee when she feels muscular arms around her shoulders.

She doesn’t really know how she recognizes him, but the fact is that she does; maybe it’s because he’s wearing the same cologne from last night. Maybe it’s because there’s someone up above who likes playing tricks on her, but either way, it makes Lily feel sort of giddy inside.

Um. Interesting.

“What do you want, Potter?” she asks, slowly removing his arm from around her shoulders and thanking Frank for his patience.

“Now, Evans, that isn’t a very nice way of greeting your ex-boyfriend.”

“You’re not my ex-boyfriend.”

“That’s not what you told my dad, was it?” he asks with curious eyes, and a smirk that makes Lily feel some kind of way.

“Look,” she starts, placing the plastic cup on a nearby table and adjusting the strap of her bag. “I was pretty fucking drunk, okay? And then, I dunno, Dorcas and Mary dared me to go egg Snape’s house but I clearly got things mixed up and ended up at yours instead.”

“Where does the ex-boyfriend it come in? I fail to see the correlation.”

“First of all, don’t sass me. And secondly, your dad’s a copper. So yeah. It was either that or go to jail.”

“Jesus Christ, Evans,” James chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair, “my dad wasn’t going to arrest you.”

Suddenly, Lily’s cheeks warm up. “He could have,” she mutters. “Thank you, by the way. For going along with it.”

“It’s no big deal,” he brushes off. “It would be my absolute pleasure to be your ex-boyfriend.”

“Aren’t you a charmer,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “You going anywhere?”

“Not really? I don’t think so, at least. I mean, Sirius has this family thing and Peter is out of town.”

“Remus, then?”

“He’s sick. You know how he gets with allergies.”

–

05.39 p.m.

Orchid: are any of u @ Regent’s park atm?

Mary Christmas: not really, Dorky and I are at the movies, why?

Dork-ass: don’t ever call me that again

Orchid: 1) without me?? umm rUDE

Orchid: 2) cool stay there

Dork-ass: Lily

Mary Christmas: you do know that now we absolutely /have to come, don’t you?

Mary Christmas: and I was enjoying the film as well

Dork-ass: give us 12 and a half minutes

Orchid: specific

Orchid: also unnecessary

“So, Mary and Dorcas are coming over in about fifteen minutes,” Lily starts, releasing her red hair from the black rubber band. “Which gives us approximately ten minutes to find another location.”

“What,” he jokes, “are you embarrassed of me?”

“Surprisingly not. Shocking, I know.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“I’m hilarious.”

–

09.08 p.m.

Dork-ass: were you on a date with james potter?

Orchid: ????

Orchid: define date

Mary Christmas: !!!!!

Mary Christmas: lily!!!

Orchid: yes, mary dear?

Dork-ass: oh my god

Dork-ass: you’re such a /meme

Orchid: here come dat boi shit waddup

–

It takes them two whole hours before they make plans to hang out again. After some squabbling and food preference related arguments—Lily is team pineapple pizza, while James is decidedly against it—the two of them settle on going to the cinema and checking out the new Spiderman film.

Lily isn’t really sure if it counts as a date, but for her own sanity’s sake, she’s taking it as a yes.

There’s a flower blooming in her chest, and Lily reckons it’s probably going to be a little weird for him to explain to his dad that he’s made plans to hang out with his ex, (who he cheated on with a family member and who was caught throwing protein goods at his rose-tinted windows), but he called her a ‘pineapple-munching-fuck’ before and so she doesn’t really care.

Soon, the films turn into walks in the park, which end up more than once in water balloon fights. It’s hot out, and they’ve got no classes to worry about, and everything is blissful ignorance for the pair of them. Friendly waves make way for one-armed hugs, and casual touches turn into lingering ones.

Their nights end up with personality quizzes and wine passing back and forth, and Lily is certain she saw Sirius and Mary snogging once or twice, but the point is, they are happy and they are free.

Her sister is getting married to Vernon Dursley and she asked Potter to go as her plus-one—on the condition that he somehow finds a way to manage that awful hair, of course.

(Lily doesn’t actually dislike his hair; In fact, she’s quite enamoured with it, which is dangerous and makes her want to rip all the skin from off her bones and run her thin fingers through the dark locks. She’s pretty sure she’s dreamed about it a couple of times now.)

She’s wearing a canary-yellow dress, and strappy white heels she knows won’t stand a chance against all the alcohol she plans on consuming.

He picks her up in a dashing black-tie outfit and Lily swears it knocks the wind out of her, because in her humble opinion, it should be illegal to look this good. She’s almost tempted to feel inadequate, but when she notices the way Potter’s eyes lighten up as soon as he sees her, the way his shoulders straighten and his cheeks perk up, staring at her like she’s some sort of goddess, she smiles.

“Potter?” she asks, the butterflies in her stomach flopping about like they’re on five cups of coffee.

“Yes?”

“Care to be promoted?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You know, from ex-boyfriend to current boyfriend.”

James stills, mouth slightly agape as Lily continues, “I mean, I reckon that means coming clean to your dad about the whole egg thing, but I guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take?”

Then, so slowly it almost feels like slow-motion, a smirk stretches across James’ lips and he says, “Evans, you’re so fucking ridiculous.”

“Well, we’d already established that, but thanks.” He’s still grinning like an idiot when Lily adds,” well, you’re not very good at this, are you? A cute girl practically proposes and you don’t even answer—“

She’s cut off by his lips, which James is happy to press against hers. The whole thing is a mess, to be perfectly honest, because the both of them are way too busy laughing to properly kiss each other, but Lily wouldn’t really have it any other way.

In the end, they get to the ceremony twenty minutes late, Vernon forgets his vows two thirds of the way in, Petunia swears one day she’ll have Lily burnt off the metaphorical family tree and Uncle Geoff tries to get it on with the catering lady who looks about twenty years too young for him. It’s all good though.

During the reception, everyone stuffs themselves with cake—which is a lemon sponge with white chocolate frosting—and overdoes it on the champagne.

Petunia, slightly more tipsy than she’d ever admit, lets her know just how happy she is to have her sister there, and Lily can almost see the sarcasm oozing from Petunia’s lips. She feels something tug at her heartstrings, and Lily is pretty sure it’s love, and the pain of being surpassed. It’s especially hard this time, because now Petunia’s part of a different family, and Lily knows it won’t take her sister long before she forgets all about her.

She feels Potter pulling her closer to him and nuzzles her face on his chest. Her body, cold and blue before, is now a portrait painted in technicolour.

Lily isn’t really sure how any of it happened, how she tiptoed her way into finding her home away from home, her best friend, the companion to all of her craziest adventures. When she’s with him, she feels invincible, like she can do anything and there isn’t anything holding her back.

And so, Lily reckons she may not have a sister anymore, but she has the warmth of the sun, and James Potter at her side. And that’s enough.

[precipicerp-blog]

basics.

name: remus john lupin age: 19 date of birth: march 10th, 1960 place of birth: holyhead, wales blood status: half-blood ex-hogwarts house: gryffindor face claim: tom holland

personality.

positive: observant, polite, loyal, empathetic, calm negative: guarded, self-effacing, wry, distracted, anxious

biography.

The first five years of Remus’ life was filled with nothing but peace and love. The Lupins were a private family. They lived in the coastal town of Holyhead, Wales, where they owned a brown, speckled cottage that sat upon a hill. Remus was a bright, curious child growing up. He was never boisterous or particularly adventurous, but had an innately kind nature and sleepy smile. By the age of four, he started to show signs of magic, and he became enamoured by the tales his father spun during bedtime stories: flying broomsticks, talking portraits, horseless carriages. It was all just a dream away, he’d think to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

Then Fenrir Greyback tore through their lives. Looking back, Remus knew that he was the reason for the cracks in his world. Remus still remembers the sheer horror of that night, jolting awake to the sharp teeth in his neck and his mother’s screams wrenching the air. He blacked out before the end, but when he finally woke up and found himself lying in a hospital bed, he knew that everything had changed.

Being a werewolf was draining on the soul. He remembers the empty cavity in his chest as they went from Healer to Healer, his parents begging for a remedy whilst he sat on plastic chairs, staring at his shoes. The first transformation was the worst: shut away in the basement, feeling the bones split his skin, the terrifying plunge as his mind surrendered to the monster inside. Hope couldn’t bear to lock her son up. She argued with Lyall ferociously, blaming him for publicly shaming Greyback and causing him to take revenge. And on one such night—with Hope flinging sharp words at her husband and Lyall, distracted, bolting the lock a second too late—the werewolf burst through the door and attacked Hope in a brutal frenzy. It took all of Lyall’s skill to banish his son back to the basement, but the damage had been done: Hope lay motionless on the floor, her blood pooling beneath the full moonlight.

The following morning, Remus awoke and found his father staring down at him with dead eyes. In a hollow voice, Lyall explained how Hope had been in a car accident last night. “Why?” Remus whimpered, his knees shaking as he tried to stand. “Why was she out so late?” His father said she’d wanted to escape; she’d always hated hearing Remus’ howls. And so, for a long, long time, Remus blamed himself for his father’s sadness, for the cold vacuum in their home. They never talked about it after that. To open their mouths and acknowledge her absence would have broken the already thin, fragile string between them. So they forged onward, taking it one day at a time, learning to love each other despite the miles (and lies) that grew and grew between them…

Hogwarts whisked Remus off his feet. It was a welcome respite from his father’s hard exterior and lack of warmth. Remus became lost in the exciting crush of the Grand Hall and the Common Room, of the new textbooks and new faces. He surrendered to it all, allowing himself to forget how his infliction had driven her to her death. He was adept at spell work, and particularly enjoyed Defence Against the Dark Arts. To top it all, he was mild-mannered and empathetic, despite the hardships he’d endured. Maybe through his suffering, he had learnt the utter cruelty of leaving others alone to fend for themselves. But the scars on his hands and the vagueness about his past had rendered him a little lonely. Remus found himself wanting to be included, to be accepted.

Refuge came in the form of James Potter, with his ever messy hair and lopsided glasses. Suddenly, Remus found himself in a group of inseparable friends: Sirius, wild and spontaneous; James, forever open and bold; Peter, timid but terribly loyal. And for the first time in Remus’ life, he felt like he belonged, with the stone castle walls bouncing their laughter back to them and their ridiculous adventures on Hogsmeade weekends. It didn’t take long for them to deduce Remus’ disappearances from their dormitory every month; and, surprisingly, Remus found it only natural to confide in his friends. That was the thing with the Marauders: they had the miraculous gift of helping others without making them feel small.

With the rise of Lord Voldemort becoming an ever present threat, James deemed it vital to join the Order after Hogwarts. And Remus, being the faithful friend he was, couldn’t allow his brother to venture into the unknown alone. Despite his father’s sullen disapproval, Remus joined Dumbledore’s ranks, going on missions and scouting for safe places in the brittle winter. On the side, he works as a florist in a Muggle shop in Cardiff, where he rents a cramped, dusty little flat. He earns his own money, diplomatically refusing acts of charity from James and even his father. He barely makes contact with Lyall, too ashamed and cowardly to face him (little does he know how terrible the truth is, more darker and twisted than he could ever imagine).

There is something beautifully thrilling about the danger of his new life: the wind in his hair during pursuit and the embers of justice glowing hot in his chest. But Remus knows it would be imprudent to be careless. He must ensure he can see through the fog of adrenaline and think clearly when it matters the most. He mustn’t lose control of himself, unlike his father all those years ago. Lyall tried his best to hide it, but Remus had dug up the old court transcripts and had read his father’s spoken words about werewolves, which no doubt had invoked a reaction from Greyback that would change the course of Remus’ life forever: “soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death”.

And, sometimes, Remus wonders if his father sees the truth of these words in his own son.

relationships.

peter pettigrew—BEST FRIEND: with the other two boys so ravenous for attention and glory, remus and peter have formed their own closed-off unit. remus can see the way sirius (and sometimes james) treats peter, but he knows wormtail well enough by now to intervene. peter just wants to be unburdened with someone, and remus is more than happy to be his witness.

james potter—OLD FRIEND/TENSE FRIENDSHIP: james has become like a brother to him; sometimes they get along, and sometimes remus has reservations. james has been offering to pay his rent or give him monetary donations. remus has declined these offers diplomatically enough, but he can’t help wondering if james thinks he is too weak to fend for himself.

sirius black—CLOSE FRIEND/ROMANTIC INTEREST: he can’t remember how it started. all he knows is that there are too many close calls: late nights strewn on sofas, sirius’ hand on his thigh. maybe one day he’ll confess, or maybe he won’t. what’s the point, he asks himself. there’s no way in hell he’d feel the same way. no way in hell.

mary macdonald—FRIEND/ROMANTIC INTEREST: she is both vibrant and fragile, remus can see that. when she’s not trying to pass him a bottle of liquor, mary is surprisingly vulnerable and open to him. he finds himself wanting to spend more time with her, to care for her, because he knows what it’s like to be hurt to the point that it changes you.

dorcas meadowes—EX-FLAME/OLD FRIEND: back in hogwarts, she was the obvious choice to pursue. smart, beautiful, cool, he was indeed attracted to her every nuance. the fire was short-lived though, revealing a solid friendship beneath the ashes. he has no regrets when it comes to dorcas. they will always care for each other.

lily evans—CLOSE FRIEND: james was always going on about her, but it was during prefect duties that remus really got to know the girl with the copper red hair. he discovered that she was witty, loyal, and good fun. as a result, they’ve developed a sibling-like bond, both incredibly protective of the other.

hestia jones—FRIEND: remus is not blind. he can see the special intimacy that she shares with peter, and out of respect he has given hestia some distance. even so, he can’t help but enjoy her company. it’s refreshing to be around someone so gentle.

                                             remus is TAKEN

[jimpotters]

love all, but love me best (james/lily)

lily gets james a valentine’s day card in fourth year for the first time

they’re standing the middle of the great hall at breakfast - the tables would be straining under the weight of all the fluffy sweets with hearts if it wasn’t magic - and he’s got his mates around him laughing at something peter’s just said about helena hornby’s awful new haircut

it’s one of those “i like you because” checklist cards with a bunch of boxes with things like “you have a nice butt” and “you give me goosebumps” and “you’re my best friend” and “you’re my one and only” written beside them. none of them are checked. after he gushes about it for thirty minutes he pauses and blinks. “er, wait, evans, none of these are checked”

“exactly” she says “because i don’t fucking like you, potter”

peter, the traitor, high-fives her as she leaves while sirius falls to the floor laughing his arse off between calls of “brilliant”

“close your gob prongs” remus says, grinning broadly “you’ll catch flies”

..

lily gets james a valentine’s day card in fifth year

he’s definitely scared because only four months ago he hung her ex-best-friend by his ankles and started a chain of events that led to snape becoming her ex-best-friend (though, he thought, in his defense snape was a death eater in training and it wasn’t like james made him say that awful thing to evans either but still he felt bad because evans was heartbroken for weeks afterwards and he didn’t much like to see evans sad) and it wasn’t like she was keen on him before

plus they’re alone in a hallway which is the perfect place to exact revenge in his very vengeance-adept mind

to call it a card would be generous, as it’s mostly a small piece of parchment potentially ripped off of an assignment in haste but on it, in unmistakably messy Lily handwriting, are six words:

you think we could be friends?

just before the next class he walks up to her, grinning as he slouches on top of her desk “y’know i think minnie’s got a pop quiz planned for us today”

“and how did you come by that information?” lily asks, audibly relaxed but physically tensed

“got a good gut on me evans” he responds “you should learn to trust it if we’re gonna do this friend thing”

“i’m sure i’ll figure it out, potter” she says as black takes a seat beside her

“good, marie” black grins, slinging an arm around her shoulder “cause now you’ve got all of us to put up with”

lily groans but if james is being honest she doesn’t look all that bothered by it

dorcas comes in later and shoves sirius out of the seat with a sharp “oi, she was my mate first so get in line, black” making lily laugh as her best mate squabbles with her new one

it’s only after class that james realizes that was the first time he’d heard lily laugh in weeks. quietly he vows to make it happen as often as possible.

.

lily gets james a valentine’s card in seventh year

it’s simultaneously been the best year and the worst year of his life, the war is looming overhead and he’s not going to admit it to anyone but himself but he’s shitting himself over it; merlin he’s only eighteen how the bloody hell is he supposed to fight a war with a grave as wide as this one? between classes he’s been practicing his defense spells, honing his reflexes with the snitch more often because he’ll be fucked by the giant squid before he’s too slow to save someone he loves

his mates are scared too and it’s getting harder to pretend they're invincible when vera macmillan and her whole family were killed only three months ago in an attack that nearly decimated the muggle neighborhood they lived in. sirius is fighting with slytherins like they’re already on the battlefield while remus worries himself out of his skin with what’s going to happen after hogwarts with rumors of werewolves being rounded up to fight for voldemort or killed otherwise. poor peter is barely focusing on anything except protecting himself in the halls ever since avery has found him to be a good plaything during particularly bored periods in the slytherin’s life

lily tells him she’s going to protect her family with the fidelius charm as soon as she figures out how to work it and as much as it stings it’ll be best if she cannot find them either. she’ll ask dorcas to be the secret keeper, she says. her parents will be safe and petunia already hates her so she’ll likely never associate with her ever again; that might keep her safe for a while

but between those terrible moments they try to be as carefree as they can be. sirius lets slip that he’s never used a crayon (”that is a fucking TRAVESTY black!”) so he and lily spend weeks hunting down a box and writing letters to each other using only crayons. remus and pete develop a new shampoo that turns the unfortunate wearer’s head green which sirius uses deliberately over christmas so “me and marie can be christmas twins” (lily’s ensuing punch lacks force as she’s laughing too hard). dorcas, mary, lily, and marley get punch-drunk behind the greenhouses on halloween staring up at the stars talking about their dreams instead of attending the marauders’ party (”talk about a fucking travesty, lil” “we’ll invite you next time, remus” “that’s all i ask”)

and one day by the lake lily is lying her head on james’ chest, her wiry red hair spilling all over the ground like wine and james definitely feels drunk on it. they’ve been talking about quidditch for twenty minutes when lily suddenly looks up at him, eyes bright, and stops james’ breath in its tracks.

“go out with me potter” she says, grinning toothily

“yeah, okay” he says casually “on one condition”

“what’s that?”

“you kiss me”

“i can do that” she says crawling up to face him, her chest half on on his, her waist under his hands, and her heart spilling on her sleeve “i can definitely do that”

it’s, quite simply, the best kiss in the history of kisses. he’ll have to thank her later for doing such a tremendous job of kissing him, hoping that she’ll be so grateful for the compliment that she’ll keep doing it

for the rest of their lives, ideally

"oh” she says pulling away “i have a card for you”

“was i supposed to get you a card?” james asks suddenly nervous “we’ve only just kissed but i can get you one right now if you want”

lily only laughs handing him a crumpled piece of paper. when he unfurls it he laughs as she jumps to her feet and starts darting back towards the castle. he gives chase as he’s meant to, catching her on the top of the hill and spinning her until they’re both dizzy. the card flutters to the ground

REASONS I LOVE YOU it says at the top

and this time all the boxes are checked.