#remus is the king of chaos

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King Of My Heart (Body And Soul)~ R. Lupin.

Chapter 2 -  Expectations

Ootp! Remus Lupin x Sirius's sister!Reader

Synopsis: When James and Lily died, and your brother was sent to Azkaban, Remus was the only person you have left. Until he left too. What happens when he returns after the events of Sirius's escape, only to find out you have a son? A son that's his.

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, might be ooc idk, child (?), fem reader, italics are flashbacks ( idk), love (ew), Sirius is back, [ look at series masterlist for all content warnings]

A/n: This is more of the backstory and how they came to be, along with lots of awkwardness from both ends, I promise there's more remus in the next chapter <3 oh and reunion with Sirius and thanks to @lixzey for making me wanna push the awkwardness~ :) If you enjoyed this please reblog and comment :)

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You and Remus were in love, you had been in love for 6 years.

Everyone knew you'd be endgame, and your brother hated it, to an extent.

Sirius loved that his little sister was happy, that she had joy in her life after the roughness of their family life. But he was scared, scared because he knew how much Remus would push people away, push himself away.

He didn’t want you hurt. But you were.

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You found out in October, two weeks before Halloween.

You had been talking with Lily through letters back and forth, discussing your recent morning nausea and sickness.

She had asked when was the last time you and Remus had slept together, strange you considered that question, you replied a week ago at most.

Her letter came back with the words "you might be pregnant, dear...why don't you take this potion i sent along?"

And along with it there was a potion in a small vial with a piece of parchment guiding you through the process.

All you had to do was drink half of the potion and wait for the other half to shift hues.

And sure enough, the once rust coloured potion soon turned blue, signalling your current state.

You were carrying Remus's child, a child you hadn't talked about, a child you were sure you weren't ready for.

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It was now hallows eve, the day you thought you had worked up the courage to tell Remus.

Children around town had just finished trick or treating and your husband was bringing back the basket with remaining candy.

He came into the bedroom with you and went straight to the shower, promising to return in a bit.

Your eyes heavy with sleep, you sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Remus to come out of the bathroom.

He sees them on your trousers before in your eyes, your tears. His brows furrowed in concern and pity as he looked at your face, eyes dull with sorrow and fear, so uncharacteristic of your usual glimmer and joy.

"What's the matter, dove?" He asks, voice slightly hoarse from the drowsiness in the back of his mind.

You don't answer, only look at him like you're out of words. You're thinking, thinking what a little Remus would look like, how they’d have the same nose, probably his same freckles dusting their face, and the same sandy locks of hair with deep roots.

You wonder if he'd want this, a kid, if this could be the one thing Remus would give up the world for.

"Come here, darling" he says and takes your body into his, nuzzling your face in the warmth of his polyester sweater. He understands, he always does.

That's how you sleep that night, unaware of the chaos that was soon to follow.

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Remus rushed out of bed the moment  the potter's deer patronus knocked on the window.

The white buck stopped at the foot of his bed and let out a call of help, soon disintegrating to mist after.

That night Remus lost three friends, you lost a brother to azkaban and you lost Remus.

He left the morning after. With your heart shattered to pieces, you let him go.

Your mind screamed at you to tell him. Tell him and maybe he'd stay. Tell him and maybe he'd reconsider. But your heart, ever the kind one, ever the selfless one, let him go. In hopes that one day you'd see him again.

Remus was half expecting you to slam the door in his face. To make a face of absolute disgust and just lock him out. But of course the other half of him was longing to hold you, see you after so long. So it came as a welcome surprise when you widened the door and let him inside.

 "Uhm...come in, please, we were expecting you" You said,  trying not to let your voice waver.

Remus felt so awkward. His hands were clammy, his posture was stiff and his jaw was clenched. He felt like he couldn't move, no more than if he had been hit with the petrificus curse.

You weren't in a much better predicament yourself. You could feel your eyes pricking with tears at the mere sight of him. The same man who left you. The man you let go. The man you still loved.

As he made his way inside the house you let your eyes roam across his figure. His hands were littered in large scars, far bigger than those you'd seen before. His face was shrunken, eyes hollower than you remembered. His smile lines were far more prominent now and his sandy brown hair had a few streaks of grey littered throughout.

"Where is the rest of the order? Where's sirius?" Why did you leave? Why are you back? How are you? You had so many questions but the rest were best kept to yourself.

 "They're on the way, I was just...early" I wanted to see you. 

Remus hated himself for leaving you. He wanted to tell you that. He regretted each night, even more so on full moons. After leaving the realisation of what he had done dawned on him, it was already  too late.

Alas, by the time he had worked up the courage to talk, You were already making your way across the hall to embrace your brother who had just arrived.

When did he get there? How consumed in his thoughts was Remus?

You greeted Sirius with a hug and a look-over of his whole figure. His posture was shrunken, eyes even hollower than Remus's and instead of his signature smirk, only a ghost of a smile was left on his face.

A feeling of guilt consumed you. Your brother was back after azkaban. Innocent. And your mind was all consumed by Remus.

You ushered the rest of the order inside and told Regulus to pack up his things and clear out the living room. The confused and curious glances you got from everyone did little to ease your nerves.

Sirius pulled you aside. You prepared yourself for the conversation you knew was to follow.

“Who’s that?” 

It was a valid question, Sirius was well aware that Remus had left that night. After their teary reunion, the werewolf had gotten an earful from the oldest Black. He was shocked and thought that  you had found someone new, unlike Remus, Sirius was quick to notice the similarities between the small boy and you. He deduced that he was your son.

“Uhm- He’s my son.”

You were staring at your feet, and your hands were fidgety.

There was a long pause. The silence was so loud you could hear the clock ticking.

“I…I have a nephew?” His words came out uncertain. Cautious and slow.

With a hum you replied “His name is Regulus. Regulus Jace.” You left out the last name. Legally he was a lupin. And so were you. But it wasn’t that hard to conceal that at hogwarts.

At the mention of his little brother, Sirius seemed to grimace. But he put a smile on.

“You named him after Reggie?-” He asked. And continued as you opened your mouth to answer.

“Who’s..who’s the father?” He didn’t want to assume the worst. He was happy, truely he was. After that “bastard” (as he put it) left you it was only fair. No matter how much he ached to see the two of you together again.

“It is Remus.” You replied, vulnerability lacing your voice.

His face seemed to light up, eyes widening, both in shock and delight. Before he would alert the whole house, however, you let him know one more thing.

“He doesn’t know. Neither of them do. I haven’t told them.” 

Your chest felt heavy, and your throat seemed to close up. It was hard for you to talk about. Despite being married you and Remus had never talked about kids, let alone with your friends. The feelings of contempt and guilt surrounded you.

Next thing you know, Sirius is pulling you in for a hug, securely wrapping his arms around you and trying to soothe your worries. His right hand wraps around your back as his left brushes against your hair in a calming manner.

It all comes crashing down. The weight of the lies, the guilt, the fear, the hatred. You cannot hold back the tears that rush down your face. A sob rakes though your body. You feel so much, everything, all at once, joy, relief, contempt, familiarity of an embrace.

But most of all...love. Love you haven’t felt in fourteen years.

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The Jily Fandom Rec List 2024 is a compilation of Jily stories our readers want to keep an eye on for this year's awards.

SEPTEMBER

all the king's horses, all the king's men (completed, 7.1k) by @jilyss. Rated G.

As queen, Lily Evans faces the suffocating weight of isolation and loneliness that comes with the crown. The only constant in her life is James Potter, her loyal and ever-watchful royal guard.

it's brighter now (WIP, 21.6k as of 30 Sept 2024) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Oh, come on," James says, grinning. "I know you know who I am.” Something strange flashes across her face. “Is that so?” He drops into the open seat across from her and gestures toward his face, smiling widely. “This doesn’t ring any bells?” “Your…face,” she clarifies slowly.

Raising A Kid With My Ex (completed, 74.5k) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.

James Potter and Lily Evans, two Phoenix Radio employees who had secretly admired one another from afar, pretended to be fake exes for their show “Shout Out To My Ex”. When Lily fell pregnant with James’ baby – after a whole lot of drama, disbanding “Shout Out To My Ex” and a breakup – the soon-to-be parents started a new show, named “Knocked Up By My Ex” in which they documented their pregnancy. Now, baby Harry has been born and Lily and James have to learn to navigate the challenges - major highs and some surprising lows - of parenthood together, despite the fact that they haven’t even been together for a year. A whole lot of chaos combined with a whole lot of love makes the perfect recipe for a new show: “Raising A Kid With My Ex”. Their fans’ well-intended advice, of course, might just be the cherry on top (even though some of it is truly completely bonkers). Yet, as James and Lily navigate parenthood together, they have to battle unprecedented forces that are making their journey as new parents a lot more difficult than they had anticipated. A Jily Modern AU inspired by Rachel Lynn Solomon’s “The Ex Talk” and sequel to “Shout Out To My Ex” and “Knocked Up By My Ex”.

crossbow, gun, and magic (and other stories) (oneshot collection, 12.8k as of 30 Sept 2024) by apalapucian. Rated T.

a collection of unrelated stories ft. james, lily, sirius, remus, and (occasionally) peter. so far: i. james, sirius, and lily; modern au ii. in the universe where sirius is the first to know; jily; hogwarts iii. blackevans (old fic rewrite); hogwarts; jily iv. james's last thoughts (old fic rewrite); jily; canon compliant v. order mission at a pureblood party; jily vi. zombie apocalypse au (old fic rewrite); jily vii. lily drunk-proposes to james (tumblr prompt) viii. james gets caught by death eaters (tumblr prompt)

Surface Pressure (completed, 1.3k) by @eastwindmlk. Rated T.

Lily dealing with the weight of her own expectations in 7th year

Partners (completed, 1.3k) by @ohmygodshesinsane. Rated T.

James is the last person Lily expects to visit when she's ill in the Hospital Wing, but the new Head Boy has more than one surprise for her.

Literary Sophistication (completed, 2.5k) by @andromedabooks. Rated G.

A quick Jily bookstore AU from my Tumblr

let me make it up to you (completed, 3.4k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated E.

Two weeks ago, James left for a mission in the middle of the night without saying a word. Now he's is back, and Lily's not so quick to forgive.

speak now (completed, 1.4k) by @firefeufuego. Rated T.

The fuse has been lit. Lily can almost hear the crackling hiss of it, feel the building burn of it in the air as Sirius takes the reins of the conversation, as drinks are bought and poured down newly dry throats, and eventually as last orders are called and the four of them are standing outside and saying farewell with kisses on cheeks. Sam and Sirius apparate away. Lily and James do not. They stand, eyes fixed firmly on each other, ready to ignite. ‘Not forever, you said?’ James asks, his voice deep and quiet in a way that’s never been hers to hear before now. Follow-up to the lovely kay-elle-cee's 'silence and patience, pining in anticipation'.

crafting chemistry (completed, 4.8k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Is there something that needs to be discussed between the three of us?” Minerva prompts, her eyes narrowing sharply. Lily’s face betrays her first. A bright flush creeps slowly along her cheeks, blooming from her neck upward, as though her skin can’t hide the emotion simmering underneath. She keeps her eyes stubbornly trained on the far corner of the office, anywhere but James. Minerva notices James’s hand, the one that had been habitually running through his hair, freeze mid-motion, his fingers tightening slightly.

under the influence of loss (completed, 2.1k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated T.

“Like what? You fancy me! Kiss me.” Each time she says it, it’s like a new bruise blooms around his heart, her words pressing on all of them at once. “I can’t!” he shouts, the frustration cracking through. “Because I’ve been drinking?” she demands, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Your chivalry is duly noted, Potter, but I’m giving you a pass here. Just—” “It’s not about that,” he interrupts.

common ground (completed, 3.8k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated G.

Lily pauses, suddenly aware of James’s intense gaze. “What? Why are you…” Heat rushes to her cheeks, and she hates it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s just…it’s a good look on you, Evans.” “What is?” she asks, self-consciously. His grin widens. “Mischief.”

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow (completed, 8.7k) by @gigglesandfreckles-hp. Rated G.

She didn’t mean to get used to any of them. [or: Lily Evans is strictly anti-Marauders...until she isn't. one by one.]

Till Death Do Us Part (Let It Be Quick) (WIP, 39.1k as of 30 Sept 2024) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.

“Till death do us part,” she concluded, all air sucked from her lungs. Her fate signed, sealed and delivered. As the priest spoke his final words, she found herself ensnared in her adversary's gaze, trapped by the weight of it, her mouth opening as she spoke under her breath - almost subconsciously: “Let it be quick.” A Jily Arranged Marriage AU in which Lady Lily never imagined she would fall for the husband she was forced to wed. Inspired by My Lady Jane.

Check out the previous months' recs too: January, February, March || April || May || June || July || August

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Intro Post! <3

hi loves! here's my intro post!

Lily Evans

17 years old

She/Her

Gryffindor

Headgirl!

Pansexual <3

My friends:

super cool quidditch lady and roommate (Marlene): @marls-and-chaos

Mary:

MY GIRLFRIEND <333333333 (Pandora): @gasmasksandfae

My platonic soulmate <3 (Remus): @chronically-in-the-library

LITERALLY GODDESS (Dorcas): @cass-inthemeadows

my fav Slytherin and bestie (Barty): @yesim-batshit-what-aboutit

Study partner sometimes! (Reg): @sittingwiththestars

My source of anxiety (James): @ur-fav-stag-jamie

The drama king👑 (Sirius) : @s-o-b-thedogstar

My midnight snack buddie (Pete): @quite-mentally-insane

Name stealer (Evan): @rosie-like-fire

✨😌𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓊𝓇𝑒😌✨(Xeno): @xenointhewild

Likes:

Reading, making flower crowns, painting, potions, listening to music, cats, baking, hogsmeade trips, and hanging out with friends!

Dislikes:

Anyone who's mean to my friends, homophobes, rascist, transphobes, ableists, misogynists, etc.

ooc: my main is @percyweasleyapologist, if you wanna join the rp, contact @bibeantransbean :)

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Prompt 30 - Enter

@jegulus-microfic July 30, Word count 643

Previous part First part

Regulus couldn’t believe what his brother had given him. He hadn’t expected anything from him ever. Not even a kind word. But after five years of being apart, his brother accepts him and gives him a home. Regulus wiped away the tears that had spilt from his too-wet eyes. 

The flat was small, but it was far more than he needed. It had a bedroom large enough for a king-sized bed. A small bathroom that had a clawfoot bath of all things crammed into it beside a toilet and sink. A kitchen, big enough for one whole person if they were skinny, and a living room where he could already picture a wall of bookcases. Not that he had many books to fill them with any more. He’d had the foresight to move a few of his belongings to Evan and Barty’s before he came out to his parents. He could have kept it a secret and continued to live under their roof, but he liked James a lot. More than he’d liked anybody, and he wanted to be able to go out with him and not live in fear that his parents or one of their friends would spot them. 

He hadn’t expected to feel so hurt by their rejection though. He’d known it was coming, and braced himself, but it hadn’t been enough. His mother had called him some very colourful names and slapped him across the face before she grabbed him by his shirt and threw him from the house. He’d been terrified in that moment that she would kill him. He’d met James an hour later at Evan and Barty’s and slept curled up next to him, feeling truly happy for the first time in his life. 

He looked down at his watch as his thoughts turned to James. He was meeting him in ten minutes to go shopping for furniture. He grabbed his keys and ran down the staircase and out the little side door that he could enter and exit through instead of going through the café all the time.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Sirius called after him, his hands stacked high with dirty plates. 

“James,” He called back over his shoulder. 

“Barbecue tonight, don’t be late. Remind James, please,” Remus popped his head out of the front door as Regulus rushed past. 

“You got it,” He shouted back, waving at his brother’s boyfriend. He really liked Remus. They had the same energy and the same penchant for chaos. 

He got to the park with a minute to spare. He was hot and sweaty from the exercise, but he knew James wouldn’t care. He spotted him under their tree. James had his head back, gazing up into the branches, smiling to himself. Regulus approached him quietly. 

“Should be careful, love. You never know what might fall out of trees if you stand under them too long.” James���s face broke into a blindingly warm smile that Regulus couldn’t help but return. He ran at James and James opened his arms wide to accept him. Regulus jumped, James caught him with ease and spun him around a few times before pressing a kiss to his lips. Regulus melted.

“Come on, love,” James sighed contentedly as he put Regulus back on his feet. “Let’s go buy you a bed,” They linked hands and Regulus let James lead him through the park and towards the shops. He hoped they did same-day delivery. He was eager for another sleepover with James and couldn’t wait to see the look on his brother’s face when he brought James down the stairs and out into the café for breakfast. No matter what Sirius did for him, his need to wind his brother up would always play a major part in their relationship and with Remus helping, the possibilities were endless.   

Final part

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Party - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 811 - 25 Days of Jegumas

Snow blanketed the grounds of the Potter estate, glistening under the soft light of enchanted fairy lanterns strung from every corner of the towering manor. Inside, however, chaos reigned.

“Regulus, darling, tell me again why we decided to host this party?” James Potter called from the kitchen, a chaotic war zone of half-empty punch bowls, flour-dusted countertops, and an overturned tray of eggnog cupcakes.

Regulus Black appeared in the doorway, his sharp features softened by the firelight flickering from the living room. He held a perfectly wrapped present, complete with an elaborate silver bow. “Because you insisted that hosting the most outrageous Christmas party would solidify your position as the king of the Gryffindor-Slytherin alliance.”

James grinned. “And you agreed because you secretly love my friends.”

“Don’t push it, Potter.” Regulus set the present under the enormous, glittering Christmas tree in the center of the room. “Besides, I wanted to prove that even a Black can handle holiday cheer.”

The doorbell rang—or, more accurately, the enchanted chime of We Wish You a Merry Christmas blasted throughout the house.

“They’re here!” James practically leapt over the couch, skidding on the polished wooden floor as he opened the door.

The first to arrive were Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the former carrying a box of firewhiskey and the latter balancing a tray of suspiciously charred cookies.

“Reg, you look like you’re hosting a funeral,” Sirius said, clapping his younger brother on the back as he passed him in the hallway.

“It’s called elegance, Sirius. You should try it sometime.”

Remus placed the tray on the dining table, squinting at the cookies. “I told Sirius not to help, but he insisted on ‘adding flair.’”

“I added chocolate chips!” Sirius defended, popping one into his mouth and grimacing. “Okay, maybe a bit too much cayenne pepper.”

The doorbell rang again, heralding the arrival of Lily Evans and Pandora Lovegood. Lily was radiant in a green velvet dress, her red hair twisted into a festive braid, while Pandora wore a glittering gold jumpsuit that seemed to sparkle with its own light.

“Pandora, you’re glowing—literally,” James said, his grin wide.

“Oh, it’s the new spell I’m working on,” Pandora replied dreamily. “It makes you sparkle like stardust, but there’s a slight side effect of emitting heat. Be careful not to stand too close.”

Lily gave James a playful shove as she passed him, heading straight for Regulus. “Regulus! You’re a brave man for agreeing to this madness.”

Regulus smirked. “Bravery has nothing to do with it. I’ve perfected the art of selective hearing.”

As the house filled with guests, music, and laughter, the party escalated quickly. Sirius commandeered the gramophone, insisting on a mix of Christmas carols and Muggle punk rock. Meanwhile, Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier set up an impromptu drinking game involving enchanted mistletoe that zipped around the room, forcing random pairs to kiss.

Pandora ended up locking lips with a very startled Peter Pettigrew, who turned bright red and stumbled into the Christmas tree, knocking over half the ornaments.

“Careful, Wormtail!” Sirius called from the couch, where he was sprawled with Remus, both nursing glasses of spiked eggnog.

“I’m fine! Totally fine!” Peter squeaked, attempting to fix the decorations.

In the corner, Lily was in a heated discussion with Evan about whether or not Severus Snape was redeemable. Barty, clearly bored, used a flick of his wand to transfigure the mistletoe into a miniature dragon that began chasing Sirius around the room.

“BARTY!” Sirius howled, ducking behind the couch.

“Relax, it’s harmless!” Barty laughed, though the dragon was now spitting tiny sparks that ignited Sirius’s sleeve.

James and Regulus, meanwhile, stood together by the tree, observing the mayhem with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“You know,” James said, slipping an arm around Regulus’s waist, “this isn’t half bad.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “Half bad? There’s a miniature dragon loose, half your friends are drunk, and someone—” he paused as they heard a loud crash from the kitchen, “—just destroyed your mother’s crystal punch bowl.”

James shrugged. “Yeah, but everyone’s having fun. Even you.”

Regulus couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. “Don’t push it, Potter.”

By the time midnight struck, the party had descended into a glorious kind of chaos. Pandora and Barty were leading a conga line through the house, Sirius and Remus were dancing on the dining table, and someone—likely Evan—had charmed the chandelier to rain confetti.

As the clock chimed twelve, James raised his glass, pulling Regulus closer. “A toast! To the wildest Christmas party Hogwarts alumni will ever remember!”

“And to Regulus Black,” Sirius added, lifting his own glass. “For actually tolerating all of us!”

Regulus rolled his eyes but clinked his glass with James’s. “Merry Christmas, everyone.”

It was, without a doubt, a party none of them would ever forget.

[ellecdc]

🥹💐here’s some roses bc I love u & ur writing sm

alsoooooooo I maybe have an ask 🤭🤭

what’s ur # rating of each of the guys and how reactive they are? (if this makes sense? I can explain it more…. it’s like how fluctuating their emotions are and how extreme they go with them. when they’re happy they’re ecstatic when they’re angry they’re yelling when they’re sad they’re overly sad for days… you know???)

TOTALLYYYY COOL IF NOT 😭😭😭😭

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James: when he’s happy EVERYONE FEELS IT like he’s at 1000000000%, but I don’t see him really advertising or allowing people to see his lowest of lows, if that makes sense? The exception is quidditch (obviously). So I wouldn’t rate him very high; maybe a 5 or 6? Just because his happiness and excitement is SO happy and exciting

Sirius: i see him very reactive. When he’s angry, he lashes out and goes to any means necessary to tear his opponent down. He’s swearing, yelling, etc. When he’s happy and excited, everything’s fine and dandy. When he’s sad, he’s morose and quiet and completely withdrawn. I’d give him a solid 9 or 10.

Remus: my version of Remus is pretty cool and collected and isn’t too dramatic in either direction. I do see him as having a tendency to get frustrated and irritable and maybe getting snappish? But even then I don’t see him screaming, swearing, throwing shit, you know? He’s more just kind of rude lol. I’d give him a 3

Regulus: drama king. He doesn’t get as extreme as his brother but he’s just as emotional as he is. King of silent treatment when he’s mad/angry, and also withdrawing completely when he feels guilty or sad. I don’t see him as getting super worked up (at least outwardly) when he’s happy or excited. I’d give him a 7-8

Barty: he’s a 15. Chaos personified. No one has to wonder how barty feels; you should watch out tho.

Evan: is a 0. No one ever knows what that bloke is thinking/feeling; it’s very disconcerting.

Lily: calm and collected queen, except a mixture between Remus and Sirius when angry; she goes for the jugular and will cut a person off at the knees. I’ll give her a 4.

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☃️ Week 1 Roundup ☃️

Happy 1st week of gifting!! We've had so many WONDERFUL AMAZING SPECTACULAR gifts this week including lots of fic, some art and moodboards, and even a SCULPTURE. Go check out these superb rare pair works and don't forget to leave the creators some love <3

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🎁 for p0intless_p0et

ART + FIC: Lunch? (Remus/Severus, T, Digital Art, 240 words)

FIC: In Pursuit of Honesty (Neville/Draco, T, 2.4k words)

🎁 for @maraudersaffair !

FIC: All I want for Christmas is you (Teddy/Harry, E, 2.8k words)

ART: between you (Sirius/Harry/Severus, T, Digital)

🎁 for @knotsnuffles !

FIC: speeding through red lights (into paradise) (Sirius/Harry, E, 10.0k words)

FIC: Heir Ritual (Sirius/Harry, E, 3.4k words)

🎁 for @jinrosemoon !

POETRY: Should Have Known Better (Hermione/Abraxas, T, 700 words)

MOODBOARD: Yule Ball (Hermione/Tom, G, Digital)

🎁 for @flagsfiend !

PODFIC: Luna and the Hippogriff by flags_fiend (Luna/Draco, T, 8:37 min)

FIC: Look What We Found (Luna/Pansy, T, 3.0k words)

🎁 for @sugareey-makes-stuff !

FIC: From Chaos Comes Love (Percy/Oliver, T, 3.5k words)

SCULPTURE: Lazy Sunday (Percy/Oliver, G, Polymer Clay)

🎁 for @jadedandconfusedao3 !

FIC: I carry your heart with me (Luna/Theodore, M, 760 words)

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🎁 for RandomReader32

ART: Victory Kiss (Viktor/Ron, G, Digital)

ART: Weasley is Our King (Draco/Ron, G, Digital)

🎁 for @superfriction !

FIC + MOODBOARD: The Joy of Giving Chase (Draco/Ginny, E, 3.0k words, Digital)

FIC: Found (Neville/Pansy, T, 1.5k words)

🎁 for @elisedonut !

FIC: The Heat of the Moment (Marcus/Percy, E, 8.6k words)

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[lupinmoonlight]

Could you do smth like they meet again after years??? She's a professor and he too so she saw him at the first day in the great hall and after that they run into each other in the teachers' room. They were friends when they went to school and they were always attractedby each other.

Thank you and btw I love your writing:)

Lost and Found

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Summary - You and Remus Lupin had a crush on each other ever since you were students at Hogwarts but never had the courage to even speak. You spend the next 20 years living your separate lives, you as an Auror, and he, just surviving. Unable to live under the stress of your profession anymore, you retire and start teaching at Hogwarts, still hoping to fill the void Remus had left behind. In September 1993, everything changes. (3,190 words)

Warnings - Fluff, cheesy, angst, a bit of hurt/comfort, a bit of self-hatred, kissing, mention of wizarding war and lost of loved ones, my grammar (english is not my first language), not proof read.

Notes - I am almost ashamed of posting this considering I received this request over a month ago. I am so sorry anon, I have been traveling all of August. Thank you so much for your request and kind comment. I hope you like this one! (sorry if it's too cheesy I got carried away lol)

June 1978

One last glance, that's all you wanted. You pulled your hair back, looking discreetly across the Great Hall. As always, Remus was there, just a few seats away. He looked sad, just as sad as you, but it couldn't be for the same reason. The warm, golden rays of the sun reached through the windows and danced across his face, as if the sky itself was trying to comfort him. It graced his scars, making them glow a beautiful shade of gold. You were doomed. Absolutely doomed. And sad. And in love. And doomed. 

You would always sit close, steal glances, exchange the occasional smile in the library. You had become experts at unsaid conversations, your hearts screaming out words that your lips never uttered. 7 years of unspoken love, of quick glances, of butterflies in your stomach, of hoping he would sit next to you in potions, of worrying when he would disappear for a few days. You knew why, it was easy enough to figure out for anyone who paid close attention. But you didn't care. You loved him for 7 years. 7 years that were about to be ripped away from you. 

Remus felt your gaze and looked up. Your eyes met, and for a split second, time seemed to stop. You wanted to say something. I love you. But the lump in your throat held your words hostage. The weight of the impending silent goodbye threatened to shatter the fragile world you had created. 

As breakfast came to an end, you all began your journey towards Hogwarts Express. The station was alive with chatter, laughter, and tearful goodbyes. But amidst the chaos, there were two souls whose worlds had never been more silent. 

You found yourself in a compartment and gazed out the window, lost in thoughts, watching what had become your second home for 7 years slowly disappear in the distance. Every time the train jolted, you wished it would be Remus entering your compartment, as if he would be braver than you. Why didn't you go to his compartment? You were a coward that's why. Because being rejected would hurt more than saying goodbye. 

Remus sat a few compartments away, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite the presence of his three best friends, he felt alone. The knowledge that this journey might be his last with you was gnawing at his soul. 

The train finally pulled into King's Cross, and students disembarked, eagerly searching for their families. You made your way through the crowd, hoping, stupidly praying for one last moment with Remus. As you approached the barrier between the platform and the muggle world, you took a deep breath and looked back. And there he was, Remus, looking just as lost as you felt. Your eyes met across the platform, and everything went quiet, blurry. 

You crossed the barrier and found yourself on the muggle side of the platform and looked back once more, catching a fleeting glimpse of Remus, who seemed to be vanishing amidst the crowd. You felt a visceral ache. A lump formed in your throat, stubborn and solid, just as you had been during those 7 years, refusing to admit your feelings. You hated yourself. Coward, you kept telling yourself. But you loved him. Was teenage love supposed to be this painful? Because if yes, you were done with it. Never again, you thought. You wiped away the unshed tears from your eyes, put on your most determined face on, and went to your parents waiting in the crowd. You had a career to build, and Aurors were not made of lovesick teenagers. 

1981 - 1991

After graduating, the world outside Hogwarts proved to be colder and crueler than you had imagined. The First Wizarding War was a brutal, heart-wrenching time. As planned, you took the path of an Auror, but not for the same reasons you had wanted. Rather, it was in a desperate attempt to right the world's wrongs, to lose yourself, to numb yourself. It was your refuge, but it was also a painful reminder of the war's cost, a daily confrontation with terror and death. Was Remus alive? The question gnawed at you the moment you opened your eyes every morning. It consumed you. You had not seen each other in over 10 years, but the mere thought of him losing his life felt like someone was ripping you open with their bare hands, no magic. Maybe that's what drove you, in the end, to be an Auror. Stupid teenage love. 

The horrors of your profession haunted you every night. You had been dishonest with yourself. Sure, you wanted to "right the world's wrongs". But really, every time you were out on a mission, you were looking for him, the boy, now man, with sandy hair, with golden scars, with the softest voice, kindest eyes, shyest smile. But he was never there. So you gave up and did everything you could to bury every memory of him as deep as possible, unreachable, and decided to try and go teach other lovesick teenagers. At least then, you would feel at home. 

And home, you were. The old headmaster was still there, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. Professor McGonagall, head of your house years ago, welcomed you back with the expression of a proud mother. In her eyes, you had made it. You had been successful. An Auror retiring to teach young witches and wizards. But you didn't feel successful, you felt broken, empty. And the only other colleague who seemed to reflect that void was Severus. You had been surprised to see him as a teacher. The man had always been isolated, grim-looking, sad. He reminded you of a dementor, and maybe that's why you enjoyed sharing a cup of tea with this old classmate in the staff room, to torture yourself and forget about your lost love. Had he really been a dementor, you don't even think you would have been affected because all that was left was nothing. Longing. Hurt. Despair. 

Yet, in your first term as a teacher, you had this stupid hope. Maybe. Maybe Remus would walk through the Great Hall. Of all four troublemakers, he was the prefect, after all. Of course he would be a teacher. You had been so obsessed with this idea that you started losing sleep months before the term started. You surveyed the staff table like a hawk, looking for him. You were going mad. Here you were, grown, accomplished, yet still obsessing over your teenage love, retracing your steps through the halls like you used to 20 years ago to catch only a glimpse of him. Except now you knew he wouldn't be there. 

September 1993

You sat at the long staff table, your eyes idly scanning the crowd of eager young faces gathered in the Great Hall. You were numb. Not even waiting for anything anymore. Just going through the motions. Professor McGonagall had just finished calling out the names of the first-year students when the staff entrance at the side of the Hall creaked open. 

You turned your head reflexively, expecting another late-arriving student or perhaps a staff member who'd lost track of time. What you did not expect was the sight that greeted you, freezing you in your seat. 

A man stepped into the Great Hall, pausing for a moment to soak in the ambiance as if he too were revisiting old memories. Older and more weathered than you remembered, his sandy hair was now tinged with grey, and his face bore scars that were definitely not there during your Hogwarts years. His robes, though neat, were faded and had seen better days. But it was his eyes- those gentle blue eyes, filled with a unique blend of sorrow and kindness- that told you everything you needed to know. 

Remus. 

Your heart was pounding so loud in your chest that you were sure the entire Hall could hear it. The moment his eyes met yours, he too froze in place, as if the mere sight of you had rooted him to the ground. A mixture of emotions swirled in his gaze- surprise, confusion, and something softer, more intimate, that you hadn't seen in anyone's eyes for a long time. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden but not unwelcome, as you shared a look so intense, it was as if no one else existed. A look that whispered of years lost, of what could have been, and- perhaps- of what still might be. Not a word was spoken, but in that moment, volumes were said, a dialogue only you could understand. 

The gravity of the moment was so strong that you barely registered Remus moving again, navigating his way through the Hall to join the staff at the table. As he sat down beside you, the familiar scent of him struck you like a freight train- parchment, coffee, and a hint of pine trees. It was intoxicating, transporting you back to a simpler time, back to late-night study sessions and furtive glances. Your cheeks flushed as you realized that the empty chair next to you would be his for the entire year. There you were, a lovesick teenager again. 

You found yourself struggling to maintain your composure as Dumbledore rose to his feet to introduce the new staff member. 

"Before we continue, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J Lupin, who's kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he announced, his eyes twinkling as he gestured towards Remus. 

The students erupted into applause as Remus stood up awkwardly, a sheepish smile on his face. You found yourself unable to clap, your hands trembling in your lap as you watched him. It was surreal to see him here, after all these years. 

As soon as the ceremony ended, before the feast even began, Remus got up from his seat and made his way out of the Great Hall almost immediately, without saying a word. He looked almost...flustered? Impossible, you thought. YOU were flustered. How could he be? 

For days after your wordless reunion, you and Remus moved in parallel orbits, close yet never intersecting. The tension between you was palpable; an emotional undercurrent that resonated through every stolen glance and momentary brush of your eyes. You would catch him staring at you across the Great Hall during meals, only for him to look away, flustered, when you met his gaze. He would spot you in the corridors, seemingly engrossed in conversation with Professor McGonagall, but he knew you were acutely aware of his presence. 

You both longed to talk, to share the feelings that had overwhelmed you during that first eye contact, yet you were both paralyzed by a mix of fear, vulnerability, and the weight of years that had gone by. Remus, scarred by the war, lost everyone he loved most, was terribly afraid of loving again. And you, scarred by years of void, searching, numbing, were terribly afraid of being rejected. 

The tension reached its peak one fateful evening when you found yourselves alone in the staff room. You had come to fetch some papers you had left behind, while Remus had sought the space for its quiet ambiance to prepare for his next lesson. As you entered, you were met by the aroma of ancient books, polished wood, and a hint of brewing tea. Remus was standing there, looking startled but then quickly regaining his composure. 

"Ah, good evening," he stuttered, his voice tinged with the nervousness he felt. It was the first time you heard his voice in 20 years. It was deeper, but just as rich, just as soft, making you feel just as weak. 

You felt your cheeks flush as you stepped further into the room. "Good evening," you responded, your voice a half-octave higher than you intended. 

It was awkward, the air was thick with unspoken sentiments and unanswered questions. Remus cleared his throat and offered a formal, almost painfully awkward introduction. 

"You might not remember me, I'm R-" 

Might not remember him? Was he dumb? Clueless? Blind? No. He was just a man, you thought. 

"I know," you cut him off gently, trying to act as if he had not consumed 99% of your brain capacity for the last 20 years. "I do know, Remus." 

The air lightened a little at your words, as if acknowledging your shared history made it easier to breathe. Almost easier. 

"I was just about to make myself a cup of tea. Would you like one?" he offered, trying to navigate the awkwardness that hung in the room. 

"Yes, thank you", you agreed, grateful for a way to break the emotional deadlock. 

As Remus moved to pour the boiling water into the cups, his hands were less steady than he'd have liked. You watched him, your heart pounding in your chest as if it wanted to leap out and bridge the gap that had opened up between you over the years. He handed you the cup, your fingers brushed ever so slightly. The contact, though fleeting, sent a rush of warmth surging through you both. 

From that day on, you became inseparable- or as inseparable as two Hogwarts professors could be. You found excuses to bump into each other in the hallways, 'accidentally' coinciding your evening strolls by the lake or the Forbidden Forest's edge. You began to steal moments wherever you could- sitting together at meals when you could manage it, pausing in empty classrooms for brief, whispered conversations. 

Yet, for all your newfound closeness, you both tiptoed around the deeper emotions and unspoken confessions that hovered in the background. You would catch yourself about to say something too revealing and would quickly pivot the conversation to safer topics. Remus, too, would often find himself on the verge of saying something he feared could ruin everything but would pull back at the last moment, as though treading on dangerous ground. 

The late-night strolls became your sanctuary, where the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and your carefully guarded feelings. 

"You've changed the curriculum quite a bit," you would say, your eyes sparkling as you discussed his innovative teaching methods. 

"And you've managed to make Arithmancy popular. I've never seen so many students signing up for it," he would reply, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to decipher the mysteries hidden behind your eyes. 

You would both laugh, the tension easing for a moment, yet neither of you would take that final, daunting step to acknowledge the flame that had been rekindled and now burned almost painfully. 

It was a dance you both had perfected, a dangerous game you played. And though you circled around your feelings, it was clear to you both that this delicate balance couldn't last forever. It was as if you were students again. Desperate, lovesick, terrified teenagers. 

And you couldn't take it anymore. You wouldn't. That night, the air was particularly cold, the air crisp, and the half-moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grounds. 

"It's been weeks, Remus. Weeks since you came back into my life," you began, your voice shaky. "We keep circling around each other like we're afraid of something." 

"Afraid?" Remus responded, trying to maintain his composure. "There's nothing to be afraid of." 

"Isn't there?" You looked up, your eyes meeting his. "Then why haven't you touched me? Why haven't we talked about what's really going on between us? Why haven't you invited me out for a coffee?" 

Remus looked away, visibly wrestling with himself. "I can't. I can't give you what you want." 

The raw pain in his voice struck you, and you felt your own eyes brimming with tears. "And what do you think I want, Remus? Is it so wrong to want to be with you? Or am I not good enough for you?" 

He took a deep breath, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You deserve someone better, someone who can be there for you in all the ways I can't."

That was it. The dam of emotions you'd been holding back for years finally burst. "Better? Do you have any idea how many nights I've lain awake wondering if you were even alive? Do you know how terrifying it is to love someone and not know if they're dead or alive, Remus?" 

Your words struck him to his core. Of course, he knew what it felt like. He had lived it for 20 years. 

Your voice had risen to almost a scream, your body shaking as you confronted him, assaulted him with your words. "All those years, I never had the courage to approach you, to tell you how I felt. We lost all that time, and now here you are, yet you've never felt so out of reach." 

Remus couldn't look at you. His gaze was fixed on the ground, and he seemed to be shrinking into himself. "You don't understand. I'm not good for you." 

"Why? Because you're a werewolf?" you snapped, the words tumbling out of you before you could stop them. 

Remus's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. 

"I've known since Hogwarts, Remus. And I never cared. Are you blind? All I've wanted for the past 20 years was to be with you, to even just see you, to-" 

Before you could say another word, Remus closed the distance between you in two quick strides, his hands gripping your waist as he pushed you against a tree. Your eyes met for a split second- a second filled with anger, surprise, confusion, but above all, an overwhelming love- and his lips crashed into yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hand snaked up to your neck, feeling your pulse, as if he was trying to convince himself that this was real. You pressed your body against him, the heat radiating from him was intoxicating, dizzying. 

But then the kiss slowed, its intensity giving way to a slow, loving gentleness, one that you associated with him so much. Remus's hands moved from your neck to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had spilled onto your cheeks. Your hands found their way to his chest, gripping his robes like they were a lifeline, like he would vanish any second. 

Finally, you broke the kiss, a little out of breath, but remained close, your foreheads touching. "I'm sorry," Remus whispered, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry for all the years we lost, for all the pain I've caused you." 

You shook your head, your eyes searching his. "We can't get back the years we've lost, but we have now, Remus. That has to count for something." 

He looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time since the war, he allowed himself to believe in the possibility for a future- a future filled with love, warmth, and a happiness he had never thought he'd deserve. 

"Okay," he said softly, the word heavy with the weight of the promise it carried. 

"Okay," you repeated. 

[thebibutterflyao3]

AO3 Finished Fics as EPUBs

I know a lot of people are struggling to gain access to AO3 at the moment, so I uploaded my 14 finished fics to Google Drive as EPUBs. I have labelled each below by name, main ship(s), and rating with any relevant warning tags. All fics have thorough tags/warnings on the first page of the fic.

All In or All Out - rated Explicit (Explicit sexual content, Background SA referenced, but not on-screen) Jegulus Muggle AU

An Interesting Grasp - rated Explicit (Explicit sexual content) Dual POV - James/Remus Jily/Wolfstar Muggle AU

Fairy Tale Sweets - rated Explicit (Explicit sexual content, fist-fight) Dorlene Muggle AU

He's Your Problem Now (one-shot) - rated Mature, Wolfstar 7th year

His Secret Soulmate (short fic) - rated Mature (minimal sexual content) Wolfstar 7th year

Light Me Up (one shot) - rated Teen, Nobleflower 7th year

Long Live the Napkin King (text fic) - rated Teen, Jily/Wolfstar Muggle AU

Positive Reinforcement (one-shot) - rated Teen, Jegulus 7th year

Promise Me One Thing (one-shot) - rated Mature (minimal sexual content), Wolfstar 7th year

Simps & Feral Squirrels (text fic) - rated Mature (sexual references and general chaos), Jegulus/Pandalily/Partyvan

The Catfish & The King - rated Explicit (explicit sexual content, mild BDSM), James/Remus POV, Wolfstar/Jegulus

The Sun & Wayward Stars - rated Explicit (explicit sexual content, use of crucio curse), Jegulus 7th year

Tigerlily & Wolfsbane (435k word) - rated Mature (one minimal sexual scene at the end), Lily POV 1-7th year, Jily/Wolfstar/Dorlene

You're Still My Sunshine - rated Explicit (explicit sexual content, fist-fight, arsehole Sirius), James POV, Jegulus/Wolfstar Muggle AU

Hope this helps until AO3 is back online!

[lexithwrites]

current wolfstar/jegulus/moonwater/prongsfoot ideas i have:

vampire reg and addict james - basically vampires are rare and are paid by humans to bite them and give them their venom and it makes them high and james gets addicted

werewolf remus and mechanic sirius - remus travels around in his truck and stays in motels until he does something bad enough in his wolf form to leave and he meets sirius who is also a runaway and they start dating before sirius ends up bumping into werewolf hunters and has to protect remus

mermaid regulus and surfer james - james lives in cornwall in his parents house after they pass away and he's taking time for himself to get back into his childhood hobby or surfing and he helps regulus who is injured and on the beach

knight remus and prince sirius/prince regulus and peasant james - the black family are royal dragon riders and remus is part of the kings guard whilst james is his friend that works in a tavern, chaos and seduction ensues (yes theres a vow of celibacy that might not last)

barista remus and college student regulus - this one is v simple but they meet and it's just very cute and fluffy because they're both book nerds

radio host james and college student sirius - this one is a lil more spicy, james hosts his own radio show and he and sirius aren't out as a couple just yet and they hook up in his studio whilst the mic is still on by accident and it gets around campus

[moonymoodz]

Damnatio Memoriæ

The one with the last ride

Pairing : Sirius Black x Fem!OriginalCharacter.

Wordcount: 4.1k

Genre : Angst, you know the deal. Action, mystery?

Context : School’s out, for good. Nothing in their way. Only, the gang’s very last ride aboard the Hogwarts Express takes an unexpected turn.

Disclaimer : I’m not a native English Speaker so there might be some mistakes. Tough shit.

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Saturday, June 30th 1978

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The train wasn’t the only thing eager to leave.

The Hogsmeade Station platform hummed with its usual chaos, students running between the towering piles of luggage. The Hogwarts Express loomed red and shining, ready to take the students back to London, but Sirius was focused on something else.

He was leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the crowd as though willing her to appear. The restless energy that usually kept him in motion had shifted, pooling low in his stomach, a strange mix of anticipation and unease.

“Would you relax?” James clapped him on the shoulder with a grin. “You know her, she loves an entrance.”

Sirius huffed, his lips twitching despite himself.

“What do you reckon Dumbledore wanted with her?” Peter asked, his sweaty brow furrowed as he struggled to drag his trunk onto the platform.

“Probably giving her some fancy award for graduating top of the class,” Marlene pitched in, rolling her eyes as she leaned casually against the side of the train.

“Or trying to talk her into reconsidering that internship with Professor Twigs,” Remus added.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” Lily said, nudging Sirius gently.

The boy nodded but didn’t reply. The truth was, he’d been nervous—an unusual feeling for what was meant to be a day of celebration, the start of something. The first day of their lives beyond Hogwarts. For the first time, there would be no goodbyes at King’s Cross, no forced smiles as they waved each other off for the summer. No. This time, Cordelia would come home with him, to the Potters’ house, and from there, they would simply figure things out, one day at a time.

The sharp whistle of the train pulled him back to the present. The last students were climbing aboard, their laughter and shouts blending with the scrape of trunks and the rush of steam. James stuck his head out of a window, grinning like the devil himself.

“Oi, Pads, if you don’t get a move on, you’ll be stuck sitting on Wormy’s lap!”

Sirius was about to curse his best friend out—but then he heard it.

The sharp click of her shoes against the pavement, a distinct rhythm he’d memorized over the years without realizing it. He straightened before he even saw her.

There she was.

Cordelia de Valois cut through the platform like a blade. Her posture was perfect, as always, though Sirius couldn’t help but notice her movements lacked their usual ease, her steps too deliberate, as though she were walking a tightrope no one else could see.

“Didn’t think I’d miss our final ride out of here, did you?” she called lightly, her voice carrying just enough to reach him. The faintest ghost of a smile flickered on her lips but didn’t linger.

“Took you long enough!” James called out from the window, grinning.

The girl barely acknowledged him, her gaze flicking briefly to Sirius before she brushed past him and onto the train.

Cordelia strode through the narrow corridor so quickly that her boyfriend struggled to keep up. As she reached the group’s compartment, she slipped into the seat by the window without a word, her head leaning against the glass as though she needed the cool surface to anchor her.

“So,” James said, dropping onto the bench opposite her with a dramatic flourish. “What did old Dumblebee want with you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Cordelia replied, her tone light but her face unmoving.

“Ooooh, secrets between you and the big man?” Marlene teased, her legs swinging over the edge of the bench.

“Something like that,” Cordelia murmured, shifting in her seat.

“Well do let him know to let you leave on time next time,” Dorcas smirked.

Sirius didn’t miss a beat, plopping down beside Cordelia, his knee brushing hers as he leaned in with a grin. « Uh-uh, Meadowes, there won’t be a next time. »

He grabbed Peter’s arm suddenly, causing the smaller boy to yelp as Sirius pointed theatrically at his watch. “Ladies and gents, it is officially four o’clock. Do you know what that means?”

The others exchanged looks, eyebrows raised, but no one answered. The school year was officially over. They were no longer Hogwarts students.

“It means,” Sirius declared, his voice a touch louder, “no more detentions. No more homework. No more sneaking out—or sneaking back in. No more lectures, no more professors, no more bloody ticking clock hanging over our heads.” He wiggled his eyebrows, the grin widening. “From now on, it’s just us. And I say we’ve got all the time in the world.”

James snorted, resting his head lazily against Lily’s shoulder. “Not that we’ll use it wisely.”

The group chuckled, light and carefree, and Sirius’s gaze flicked back to Cordelia, waiting for her to tease him or roll her eyes the way she always did.

She didn’t.

Her dark eyes shifted toward him, and for a moment, she almost smiled. Almost. But then her gaze slid past him.

“Mmh,” she hummed faintly. The train jolted beneath them, the whistle splitting the air as they left the station behind. “All the time in the world. »

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Laughter rippled through the compartment, but Sirius wasn’t paying attention. His gaze kept flicking toward Cordelia, who sat by the window, one hand resting lightly on the frame. She hadn’t joined in on the banter once since the train had left the station, and the faint lines of tension around her mouth hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Sirius hesitated, the easy grin slipping from his face. Then, as if deciding the silence had lasted too long, he nudged her gently. The movement was small, but she almost flinched, her shoulders jerking slightly as she turned toward him.

Leaning in, his voice dropped low, meant only for her. “Everything alright?” he murmured.

For a moment, she just looked at him, her lips parting as though she might answer. But instead, she shifted suddenly, brushing her palms over her skirt as she stood. “I think I need some air,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.

Sirius straightened immediately, already halfway out of his seat. “I’ll come with you—”

“No.” The word came too quickly, sharp enough to draw a flicker of surprise across his face. Her hand softened the moment, brushing against his arm. “I just—need to move around a bit. I’m getting a little queasy, that’s all.”

Lily raised an eyebrow from her place near the door. “Let’s open the window a crack. It’s too stuffy in here anyway.”

« No need, » Cordelia shook her head, her smile tight, « I could use the walk. »

For a moment, Sirius didn’t move, his hand lingering on the bench as if he might insist.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she added softly before he could argue any further. She glanced at the others before stepping into the corridor and sliding the door shut behind her.

The compartment felt quieter after she left, despite the steady murmur of the train.

« Okay, » James leaned back in his seat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, « Is it just me, or has Cord been acting a bit—I don’t know. Odd?”

“She’s fine,” Sirius snapped, the words bursting out of him like a nervous twitch.

The others turned to look at him.

“She’s just tired, that’s all,” he added quickly, his voice softer now, though his foot tapped restlessly against the floor. “It’s been a long year.”

Dorcas leaned back against the door, her arms crossed. “Well, she has been unusually quiet today—.”

“I told you she’s fine,” Sirius interrupted again as he ran a hand through his hair and slouched back into his seat. She was fine. She had to be fine. Everything was supposed to be fine. They were getting a fresh start, leaving behind the shadows of their families, the wars brewing outside Hogwarts, the lies, the masks, all the expectations that clung to their blood like chains.

This was freedom. This was their moment.

And she was just fine.

“She’s got a lot on her plate,” Lily said softly, her green eyes flicking to Sirius. “With the whole— you know—» She trailed off, as though unwilling to say the words aloud: The family. The engagement. The war. The universe essentially having a field day pulling her apart.

Marlene stretched her legs out, her boots knocking against James’s shins. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be.»

Sirius held back a scoff. Hard. As much as he loved his friends, they clearly didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. Hard. He’d essentially been through it too—once—and hard was certainly not the word he’d use to describe it.

Liberating, for sure. Truly, completely exhilarating was more like it.

And yet—Marlene’s words made the skin around his throat itch.

Had it?

Had it been hard? It seemed like a lifetime had gone by since he’d walked out on his family and never looked back, and he had since avoided thinking too much about that night. Perhaps it had been—slightly difficult. Gut-wrenching, really. But there’s no use dwelling on the past— all he knew now was that it was the best decision he’d ever made. And she would come to feel the same way.

Right?

Yeah. Of course she would.

“I mean,” Marlene continued, leaning forward. “Having to walk away from all of it for—”

He shook the thought away, sitting up straighter. “Can we just—” he said, his voice low and tense, “drop it?”

An awkward silence settled over the group, tension crackling faintly in the air.

Dorcas broke it, sitting up straighter. « I should go check on her, » she said, moving towards the door

« Sit, » Sirius snapped again, and the room froze. « She’ll be back in a minute. »

Dorcas hesitated, her mouth opening slightly like she wanted to argue. It wasn’t in her habits to listen to Sirius Black, but surprisingly, she sank back into her seat.

Remus, ever the peacemaker, cleared his throat and pulled a deck of cards from his bag. “Alright. How about we play something to pass the time before we’re all roped into another round of James’s Quidditch sermons.”

Lily gave him a grateful smile, and James tossed a balled-up wrapper at him.

The conversation picked up again, lighter this time, but Sirius didn’t join in. His gaze remained fixed on the compartment door, his fingers twitching faintly on his knee.

Yes. Of course. She’d be back in a minute. She’d be back in a minute and they would all be fine.

Only—

The way she’d pulled away from him on the platform. The tightness in her voice when she said she needed air. The look she’d given him—like she was holding something back, something heavy enough to bury them all.

Sirius stared at the door, the laughter and chatter of his friends blurring into white noise around him.

—

As time went by, the cards slapped down on the table, their edges curling slightly from wear. Marlene leaned in, her elbows on her knees, staring at the pile as though she could will it to explode in her favor.

“Your turn, Lupin,” she said, her tone clipped.

Remus adjusted his cards, his face calm but his lips twitching faintly, a clear tell he was about to make his move. Sirius didn’t notice. He was slouched in his seat, his own cards fanned loosely in his hand, his gray eyes still fixed on the compartment door. It had been ten minutes—no, fifteen—since Cordelia had walked out, and though the conversation in the compartment had returned to its usual rhythm, Sirius’s mind hadn’t followed.

“Pads, you’re up,” James said, flicking the edge of a card against the table.

“Hmm?” the boy replied, still elsewhere.

Remus sighed, leaning back dramatically. « It’s your turn. Any time today.»

« Oh,» Sirius blinked, looking at his hand as though seeing it for the first time, « Right. »

« Great, » Dorcas snorted. « He’s bloody useless. Should’ve known better than to let him play.”

Before Sirius could retort, the compartment door slid open, and a bright voice broke through the hum of idle conversation.

“I get winners.”

The group turned as one. Cordelia stood in the doorway with a smile, tossing two chocolate frogs into James’s lap and one at Marlene’s head, who ducked just in time.

“And before I forget—» she added, tossing a small bag onto the table. It landed with a soft thud and spilled open, revealing a handful of colorful, slightly dusty little balls. Trick bombs. It was the exact kind she’d spent most of Year 6 confiscating from students after the four troublemakers had decided it would be a brilliant idea to sell these inside a thousand year old castle. A thriving business, though it didn’t last long. « For you lot. »

“No way,” Remus said, picking one up and turning it over. “Where did you even—”

« Consider it a parting gift from Filch,» Cordelia interrupted, « figured I’d make good use of my prefect privileges one last time. »

« You are a bloody saint, Cord, » James said excitedly.

She stepped fully into the compartment, her mood seemingly lighter than before. She crossed the small space and, to everyone’s surprise, dropped herself onto Sirius’s lap without hesitation.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his hands automatically settling on her waist. “Well, hello.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she said airily, plucking the cards from his hand. “You’re losing, and it’s embarrassing. I’ve come to the rescue. »

“Oh, have you now?”

She ignored him, scanning his cards and humming thoughtfully. Sirius leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder. His teeth grazed her neck playfully, earning a quiet laugh.

“You’re distracting me,” she said, nudging him with her elbow.

“Good,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching.

The others groaned in unison.

« Merlin’s beard, would you two get a bloody room? » James groaned, shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth and chewing dramatically.

Dorcas laughed, her voice half-mocking. « Honestly. You’d think they’d spent 10 years apart, not ten minutes. »

« Some of us are trying to focus here, » Marlene added, squinting at her cards.

« All right, all right, » Sirius shot back, though the corner of his mouth twitched. For a moment, the compartment felt like it always had—full of banter and the weightless kind of chaos that belonged to those who still believed, however briefly, that their world wasn’t about to fall apart. Everything felt easy again and, briefly, it was as if the knot of tension in his chest loosened.

Or so he thought.

It wasn’t until her head tilted back, her laughter mingling with the others’, that Sirius’s grin faltered as he finally caught a glimpse of her face.

Of course, he would be the one to notice it.

It was a smile Sirius had seen on Cordelia a hundred times before—but not here. Not like this.

This��was the smile she wore at pureblood galas and other distasteful social functions. There was no doubt about it. It was the same expression she’d use when her mother introduced her to some family acquaintance as though she were an antique vase to be appraised—the smile she’d perfected for meaningless compliments and stifling small talk.

It was polished, practiced, but completely, utterly fake.

The realization hit him like a sucker punch to the gut, and he once again found himself questioning his own sanity.

“Your turn, Pads,” Moony said, nudging him out of his thoughts.

Sirius blinked, his focus snapping back to his cards, lying in Cordelia’s hands.

His grip on her waist tightened slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something—but stopped himself. Not here. Not now.

Instead, he leaned closer, pressing his forehead to the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of her hair grounding him.

« So, what do you say? » she challenged with a smile as she fiddled with the cards. She didn’t seem to notice the way his expression had darkened, and if she had, she never let it show. « Shall we bring them to their knees? »

He examined her features for a beat, unsure. «Well, » he eventually spoke glancing once more at the cards in her hands, « It’s you move, Cord. Don’t let me regret it.»

—

A couple of hours had passed by and the train still glided smoothly through the endless green of the Scottish countryside. Though the sun had set, the air in the compartment remained hot, laced with the sticky sweetness of chocolate. Peter, Dorcas and Marlene had made the smart decision of moving to a nearby compartment, hoping to take a brief nap. All that was left of their earlier presence were the cards and candy wrappers strewn across the seats, abandoned in the lazy aftermath of overindulgence.

James groaned theatrically, slumping further into Lily’s side. « you’re gonna have to carry me off the train,” he mumbled. “I think my body’s shutting down.”

“Perhaps you should have listened when I said eating 20 chocolate frogs in one go was a terrible idea,” Lily said, rolling her eyes, though her hand rose to card gently through his hair. “So—no, I will not be carrying you, » she added, eliciting a groan from her boyfriend who was paling by the minute.

« Still worth it,» he grinned faintly, as though afraid a full blown smile might finally push his stomach over the edge, « Easiest two galleons I’ve ever made. »

This earned a snort from Sirius, who sat across from them, one arm draped along the back of the bench, his free hand resting lightly next to Cordelia’s thigh. She had gone quiet again, the fingers of her left hand fiddling idly with a strand of her hair. Her gaze was fixed on the book she was reading—nothing unusual—but Sirius couldn’t help but notice she had been on the same page for a solid twenty minutes.

The compartment door slid open briefly as Remus poked his head in, a bundle of empty butterbeer bottles tucked under one arm. « Those idiots in front are rationing drinks, »he said dryly. «Anyone wants to join the rebellion?»

« Take Pete with you, » Sirius replied with a smirk « I’m sure the girls wouldn’t mind the privacy. »

Remus shrugged and disappeared down the corridor, leaving them to the quiet hum of the train.

Sirius let out an exasperated sigh, looking towards the window, though it was only an excuse to glance once more at Cordelia, who still hadn’t turned a page, frozen in her seat. In a gesture of habit, Sirius went to grab her hand and was suprised to feel her heartbeat drumming through it as though she’d been running a marathon.

It started quietly.

A crash, faint but distinct, somewhere ahead of their compartment.

James lifted his head lazily, his glasses sliding down his nose. “Sounds like someone’s made a mess of the trolley, » he mused, « I’m telling you, it has got to be illegal to have such an old lady striding along a moving train.»

« Meh,» Sirius tilted his head, frowning. “My money is on some third-year’s first hangover making a stop in puke city,» he shook his head, «Rookie mistake. »

« Care to bet? » James perked up, snapping out of his chocolate coma, « Those two galleons of yours are feeling lonely in my pocket, » he teased.

“Really, now? » Lily sighed, « betting on the misery of—»

Another sound interrupted her lecture—the unmistakable thud of something heavy slamming against a wall, followed by a strong rattle of the train.

James sat up straighter, his smirk fading. “That was—”

“Odd,” Sirius finished, his hand slipping off Cordelia’s lap as he stood.

Before he could move, Cordelia’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. Her grip was firm—too firm.

“Don’t,” she said sharply, though her eyes remained glued to the book in her lap.

Sirius blinked, surprised by the steel in her voice. “It’s probably nothing. I’m just curious.”

Her eyes snapped to his. “Well, then sit down,” she said, her tone low but commanding. “There’s no use.”

He frowned, his gaze narrowing as he studied her face. “Cord—”

Before he could say more, the train jolted violently. The floor bucked beneath them, and Sirius staggered, barely catching himself on the edge of the seat as the carriage groaned in protest.

“Merlin—”

“What the hell—” James began, but the train lurched again, harder this time, sending his bag tumbling from the luggage rack. “Shit!” he cursed, scrambling to grab it as its contents rained down.

Sirius threw himself forward instinctively, shielding Cordelia from the falling debris.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the chaos stopped.

The train settled back into its rhythm, the faint hum of the wheels against the tracks returning as though nothing had happened.

“Godric, that was something else,” Sirius huffed, crouching next to Cordelia. His sharp gray eyes scanned her face. “You okay?”

Cordelia nodded faintly, but she seemed to be shrinking.

“Maybe we hit something,” Lily said, glancing out the window.

“Let that poor thing rest in peace,” James quipped, trying to lighten the mood. “The train’s not stopping.”

“Well, whatever that was,” Sirius said, pushing himself to his feet, “I’m going to give the driver a piece of my mind.”

« Sirius, » Cordelia sighed.

He ignored her, shaking his head as he reached for the door handle. “I mean, can you believe it? I could’ve been disfigured, you know—”

“Please, sit down,” she said again, rubbing her temples.

Sirius spun around, gesturing dramatically. “Disfigured!” he repeated, his voice rising. “Talk about a crime against nature—”

“Hey,” Lily interrupted, her voice cautious now as she moved to the empty seat beside Cordelia. “What’s wrong?”

Her hand trembled slightly as she rubbed her temples. Her breathing grew uneven, shallow, as though the air in the room had turned too thick to inhale.

“Cord?” Sirius said, his voice softer now, the teasing edge gone.

But before anyone could respond, the train lurched twice as violently to the side, throwing them all off balance. Lily was slammed back into her seat with a sharp gasp while Sirius hit the floor hard.

For a moment, silence hung in the air, broken only by the rattling of the train.

Then they heard it.

A sound like delicate ice cracking—faint, brittle, and wrong.

Their heads turned toward the source, just in time to see it. Their eyes widening in unison as they saw the compartment window begin to splinter, fractures webbing out like a spider’s web under pressure.

« Fuck—» they all muttered at once, the curse hanging in the air like a warning.

« Down! » James roared.

Just then, as the glass shattered entirely, with an deafening blast, shards of glass raining down on their crouching figures, wind howling as it tore into the compartment. The lights flickered, plunging the compartment into partial darkness.

That’s when the screaming started.

Shrieks echoed from the carriages ahead and behind them, rising in a crescendo that sent Sirius’s heart hammering in his chest.

Sirius groaned as he scrambled up. A shard had nicked his arm, leaving a shallow but angry cut. He didn’t notice.

“Cord—” His voice cracked as he darted toward her, crouching by her side.

Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a tight line, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A thin line of blood traced her cheekbone where a shard had grazed her skin.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sirius murmured, his hands moving instinctively, brushing glass off her robes. His fingers hovered by her face, his thumb barely grazing the wound. “Are you hurt? Talk to me—are you okay?”

She nodded faintly, though she never met his gaze.

Behind them, Lily was helping James to his feet, her voice shaking but steady. “You alright?”

“Peachy,” James muttered, wincing as he rubbed his shoulder. “What the hell was that?”

Sirius’s hand reached instinctively for his wand, gripping it tightly as he turned toward the compartment door.

As though on cue, it slid open with a crash, eliciting a collective gasp.

Remus stood in the threshold, his hair disheveled and his chest heaving, his wand drawn and his eyes wild.

“Shit’s going down,” he barked, his voice sharp with urgency. “We’ve got to move—now.”

[lulu-recs]

the cadence of part-time poets by motswolo

“they’re… chaos,” remus said firmly. “and chaos is—”

“rock and roll.”

he looked at sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “yeah.”

“maybe that’s my excuse then,” sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.”

after losing his mother at age eleven, remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around london and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. now, with his chances all run out, remus is sent to hawkings independent school as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. there he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost.

cadence: the b-sides by motswolo

a selection of individual chapters written from the POVs of other characters featured within "the cadence of part-time poets".

all true affection by orphan_account

professional cuddling? how was that a thing? well remus lupin is about to find out first-hand when his best mate, peter, gives him three hours credit at stag an doe cuddling institute. after perusing the list of cuddlers, he queries Sirius Black. not sure what to expect, remus steps into a world far outside his comfort zone.

finally found my hallelujah by orphan_account

remus lupin had always been good at sorting out dates and special occasions for people, which is why his best friend and quidditch star, james potter, talked him into wedding planning once they left hogwarts. he lived a solitary, but happy life. that is, until king slytherin, sirius black, strolls into his office and asks for help planning his arranged marriage. remus lupin is nothing if not a professional, but it's not easy when the groom-to-be was the man remus had been fantasising about since fifth year.

my poor heart will only surrender by remy_writes5

remus wasn't expecting much from a night out at the club with his best friend, lily. he certainly wasn't expecting sirius black.

quarter life crisis by captainevilpants

remus is straight, sirius is gay and that's the gospel truth.

that is, until remus walks in on sirius snogging his new boyfriend on their couch and remus starts to feel...weird. desperate to figure out a way to stop feeling so goddamn angry anytime gideon comes within five feet of sirius, remus goes to james and lily for advice. james and lily, in their infinite wisdom, patiently and systematically explain that what remus is feeling is not internalized homophobia, but jealousy.

in the end, it turns out remus doesn't have any issues with sirius kissing guys if it's him he's kissing.

you don't understand me by wilteddaisy (taotu)

“okay, sorry, I know this is completely off-topic and I’m interrupting a conversation I haven’t been listening to for the past five minutes — but I would totally fuck sirius black.”

jealous by Islabubbles4

remus struggles with his feelings for sirius, so james offers an idiotic solution. basically a standard fake relationship with a twist.

primavera by lunchbucket + rococo [ sequel ]

sirius never had an interest in art, not until he found the right person to show it to him, that is.

the story by jupitersky ♡

inspired by spooke's beautiful fame au art. american muggle au.

remus is asked to join some friends for a concert. some new artist to the music scene, no one he'd ever heard of before. when the singer starts their first song his whole world narrows to that moment. he hadn't heard that voice in seven years.

sirius finally got his big break and now he's on tour. tonight is the first time back in boston since his parents moved them away when he was seventeen. it's bringing back a lot of memories as he looks out over his audience. hoping to find a face he knows won't be there.

"just wait and see. it's not the end of the story.”

drenched in you, chanting your name by gardenoflupins

remus and sirius live together peacefully as friends. when remus has his heats, sirius goes out of town until it’s over and vice versa. sirius returns home to find that remus’s heat has lasted longer than expected and needs to resist remus’s pleas along with his own urge to fuck him senselessly.

for my impertinence by synonomy ♡

after two years of avoiding marriage by sabotaging his parents’ matchmaking attempts, sirius’ luck finally runs out. at the end of their rope, they offer him one last choice: marry the lupin boy, or be cast out onto the street.

a regency au with a/b/o dynamics.

as we’ve always been by synonomy

they had always said they wouldn’t let anything get in the way of their friendship. that it didn’t matter what any of them presented as; they would find a way to deal with it.

but now there was an annoying little voice in the back of sirius’ mind, telling him they had been horribly naïve. could they really expect things to remain the same now they knew how good remus could smell?

blind and deaf by cocomouse ♡

remus doesn't do blind dates. they must be the worst possible social situation humankind has ever invented: two strangers some people have decided that maybe they should get in a committed relationship. you have two hours.

so no, he wouldn't touch that with a ten yard stick, not if he can help it.

but he knows better than to try and argue with lily, so, here he is.

stray dogs by msalexwp ♡

harry potter has been begging his godfather and guardian, sirius black, for a puppy, but the one they adopt comes with a condition: they have to make regular visits to the family who adopted his brother. luckily (or unluckily) for sirius, the puppy's brother was adopted by a handsome, golden-haired stranger named remus lupin and his son, teddy.

thank you to the wolfstar microfics account on tumblr for the prompt, "dog days," which sparked the idea for this fluffy little tale.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

High school soulmate AU where you have the name of your soulmate’s best friend on your wrist, and every Side considers Patton to be their best friend

Roman has known Patton since forever and they made a promise in second grade to be best friends forever

Subsequently, Remus had also known Patton for forever, and Patton is Remus’s only friend who doesn’t encourage him to do bad things and then abandon him he gets caught

Logan is the king of debate club, but the only person who doesn’t think he’s a cold asshole is the boy who’s really bad at debate but is always encouraging everyone to “have fun out there”

Virgil is a loner emo, but that guy who sits next to him at lunch every day and gives him homemade cookies has endeared himself to Virgil forever

Janus is the ASB President, and appears to have tons of friends, but he would stab each and every one of them in back if he had to, and he fully expects them to do the same, except for the ASB secretary, who is a literal ray of sunshine and probably doesn’t even know where babies come from

Anyway, chaos (and probably polyamory) ensues as they all try to figure out who their soulmates are

(I don’t know who Patton’s best friend would be, maybe Roman since they promised as children)

[looking-at-the-deiwos]

Yemós

Also found as Yemo. Their name means "Twin" or "Double"

Yemós is the ruler of the afterlife or Underworld (Dhubnóm). They are the deity of the dead and may be prayed to by those about to die, or on behalf of those who have just died. Yemós is also characterized as bigender.

Yemós is not the deity of death, however. They are the one who rules over the dead, but they do not make them die, or decide when they will.

Yemós is the twin of Mónus or Mánnus and both are the protagonists of the Proto Indo-European creation myth:

Proto Indo-European creation myth

From the primeval chaos (G̑hā́nos) eventually emerged the universal principle of order, the Ártus. From these two emerged a cosmic egg, the Olyōwyóm. After it hatched three beings came into existance: Ammādhēinús, the primeval cow; and the twins Yemós and Mónus. Ammadheinús then nourished the two twins.

Eventually, Mónus sacrificed Ammadheinús and his own twin Yemós. Mónus then dismembers the body of Yemós and uses the parts to create the world: Their skull becomes the sky; their body the earth; their hair the trees and grass; their blood the rivers and seas; their brain the clouds; their bones the mountains and stones, etc. From Ammadheinús' body came all animal life.

From their sacrifice, Yemós became the first to die and also the first immortal, becoming the first deity after their sacrificial death, ruler of the underworld and of the dead, of which they are the first. Mónus became the first priest, the first king and the first mortal. From Mónus all humans descend.

After their sacrifice, Yemós begot the twelve primordial deities, the G̑hṃg̑ṇ̄tṓs, from which in turn descend the Deiwṓs and from which descend the Amséwes and all the lesser deities. So Yemós is the ancestor of all deities.

Offerings

taken from here

Skull (possibly with crown or gold wire(s))

black lantern

burial shroud

tomb image with spirals (maybe made into a candle holder)

inverted cauldron

red and black woven rope hanging from ceiling

crow or raven feathers wrapped in gold wire

depictions or imagery of skulls or tombs

Dirt with flame-colored stone

a large golden bead, or a number of small golden beads

Devotional acts

Learn about and honor your ancestors/those who have passed

Keep family heirlooms

Visit the graves of family members and leave flowers

Visit cemeteries and if allowed leave flowers

Learn about death and how to address it in a healthy way

Work on learning how to let go of the past

Visit ruins or ghost towns (safely!)

Associations

Skulls

Graveyards

Darkness

Black and red

Crows and ravens (because of their black feathers)

The feast of Samhain

October

Descendants in later pantheons

Yama (Vedic)

Yima (Iranian)

Ymir (Nordic)

Remus (Roman)

Hades, in their role as ruler of the underworld (Greek)

Dis, in their role as ruler of the underworld (Roman)

Finally, here's their wikipedia article (shared with their brother)

[oatmealdaydreams]

What’s your favorite thing about your favorite Thomas Sanders character(s)?

Hey, Anon :D

Well, let's see...

Remus/Remus: I love how unsettling he is and how he's not afraid to be himself and do fuck-all. I relate a lot to being a weird, creepy sibling people are hesitant to be around, so Remus is a big comfort character. Also, I love how he's also Creativity and has lots of his own ideas, no matter how dark they may be. And his humour sends me every time (lmao). And of course, the weird facts he knows is very relatable. And the fact he just wants to be listened to and acknowledged. And all the unhinged chaos from him. And the drama and him just being a freakin' goober.

Logan/Logan: Him being a giant nerd and one of the more-mature Sides in the group is a bit relatable. I love seeing him being enthusiastic about Crofter's and making puns and when he gets to indulge in things he really likes. Him being very intelligent but also struggling with emotions and such. How bad he just wants to be taken seriously and listened and such. How he keeps getting pushed around and ignored, and when as soon as he lashes out because he's hurting, the Others blame him for it. I love how he apologizes for lashing out, though it's always his right to. I relate a lot to how he represses the "icky emotions" or refrains himself because he thinks he can't be emotional if he's to be taken seriously.

Roman/Roman: how passionate he is about things he loves, like acting and Disney and his creative merits. How he keeps getting used and manipulated and he's just so confused because he needs clear structure as the Ego, but everything is just jumbled and he's not sure what's right to do anymore. All of the angst with this poor guy is just relatable. How happy he gets when Logan asked him for his creative help!! That was a vulnerable and wholesome moment. How creative he gets and how he shows he knows his fellow Sides and friends through his gifts (him getting Janus socks for warmth and writing an entire story/fanfic/play about Sherlock for Logan). He's just so thoughtful and caring. He shows he loves them through playful teasing and jokes and banter!! And he's growing and learning and apologizing when he screws up. Like, him and Virgil getting closer and becoming besties. How insecure he is because he's terrified of failure and being imperfect and especially of rejection.

Virgil/Virgil: he's been a fav of mine since middle school, which was around the time the series was first starting and soon we met him as Anxiety (way back in 2016). I've related to him especially as someone who was a bit emo and also struggles A Lot with anxiety and an anxiety disorder(s). His fashion sense with his purple jacket/hoodie is my fav thing, btw. He was a big part of my comfort growing up. Kind of a nostalgic comfort. I love how he has spiders all over his room because I relate to loving spiders and not being scared of them. I love his sarcasm and humour and his counterpoints. I love his debate episode with Logan. This snarky spiderling was a big reason why I'm still alive, believe or not, and so he's an important character to me. Just a big Fav to me.

Janus/Janus: This sarcastic, villain-aesthetic serpent is important to me because of the fact that he's both Deceit AND Self-Perseveration. It's so damn relatable because I was the kid who knew how to lie so well that my lies were almost always regarded as truth. I had to lie and hide things to survive because I grew up as a queer Christian kid in a scary and unsupportive place. If I slipped up the slightest, there was absolute horror to pay. Also, the queer-coded villain aesthetic is one of my fav things. This man doesn't need to be that melodramatic but he is because that's what he likes to do. He's a petty lil drama king, and I love that about him. Also his [implied?] angst of having this fear of vulnerability and getting hurt again is... it's very important to me.

Patton/Patton: I relate to him the least, but oh boy do I have things to SAY. Him a total dad and making so much puns is funny to me. It's very relatable to be the kind of person so take care [or try to] of everyone else but forget about myself. Him loving cats but being allergic is comical, lmao. Him trying to repress and hide his "icky emotions" and just showing the happy positive ones is something that's a bit too relatable. As someone who's struggled with smiling depression, it can get to the point where people don't believe you when you finally show a hint of not being okay. And so you just go back to faking it, and then get ignored again whilst taking care of everyone else. But yeah, he's a pretty good character and almost reminds me of some family of mine.

c!Thomas/c!Thomas: one thing I will never get over about this character is the fact that he's a struggling artist and creator that is going through A Lot and still healing and discovering things about himself. That's some of the most relatable shit. He's so human and shows the healing process as a bumpy road which is TRUE to reality and I love it. His Sides and him are learning together, and that's just beautiful. Maybe not my most fav, but still pretty high up there on the Brainrot chart.

As you can see, I have things to say about ALL of them. All of the main seven, anyway. I'm sure I'll have lots to say once we meet and see Orange.

[sorry this was so long]

[theogclownboy]

Hi how would the little sanders sides react to getting in trouble Thx😊

oh i haven't thought about this, this should be fun

Roman: he's a drama king so he'd put up a dramatic fuss over it

Virgil: he would be panicking and he'd think everyone hated him for getting in trouble

Patton: he'd be sad about it but he'd understand that he did something not okay

Logan: he'd accept his fate as he understands that he's done wrong

Remus: pure chaos would happen and he'd cause more trouble

Janus: he'd try to weasel his way out of it with his words