Henry: I Feel So Comforted Knowing That My Ancestors Are Looking Up At Me From Beyond.

“Alex hears more about the tedious details of operating a sailboat than he would ever care to know and sends back nothing but: cool. Eight hours later“

The way if I was Henry, I would literally cry. I need validation and so does Henry, dont @ me.

Remus Lupin Mood Board

Sirius Black Faces the Woes of a High School Crush (part 3)

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/prosepoetryanddrama/753691551217090560/sirius-black-faces-the-woes-of-a-high-school-crush?source=share

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“What the actual fuck?” Were the first words out of Sirius’s mouth as he stared at the scene in front of him. 

On the floor of the dreaded closet sat, as expected, a panicked Remus with a torn banner, but also a gruesome demonic entity, by the name of Benjy. Fucking. Fenwick. 

The roach had his grimy hand against Remus’s shoulder, with a sympathetic frown on his face, and Sirius wanted to break his fingers.

Remus looked up at the sound of his voice and stared blankly at him, although Sirius noted a slight blush spread across his, already rosy, cheeks. “Oh, it’s you, Black” 

“Uh, appears so.” Sirius spoke. ever so eloquently.

“What are you doing here?” Benjy interrupted. 

“Just taking a stroll, Fenwick,” Sirius said, inserting as much casualness into his voice as he could.

“A stroll? To the closet? At the opposite end of the entrance?” Benjy responded.

Sirius huffed, choosing to simply ignore his inferior presence.

”What happened here?” Sirius asked, directing his question to Remus, attempting to get back on script.

Remus looked at him, “We’re fucked,” he said simply.  

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That was how he found himself spending his afternoon, helping Benjy fucking Fenwick fix a useless banner, like a loser. Though, Remus’s soft, warm hands pressed into Sirius’s fingers when he passed him glue and other such things, as they sat on the floor, that fucking banner spread out in front of them, did help ease the frustration. 

His frustration did not stay at bay long though, rearing it’s ugly head every time that Fenwick breathed in his, or Remus’s direction. 

They did in fact go to the glossy, modern cafe across the street, and Sirius had almost trampled over Benjy to pay for Remus. 

Remus, forever stubborn, had looked up at him with a frown, “Black, no. I can pay for myself.” 

Sirius, of course, had ignored him. 

It was actually quite pleasant, regardless of the roach. To sit in the high-back leather chair across from Remus, with Remus leaning in closer to hear Sirius’s ramblings. He had at least improved in that aspect. The few, although stilted, interactions he had with Remus, had finally gotten Sirius to smooth himself out in his presence. 

They had chatted about, of course, the damn banner, with Benjy pitching in like an annoying squirrel every five seconds, but they had indeed chatted.

Sirius figured that he should just take the win. How the mighty have fallen. 

Every time that Sirius attempted to steer the conversation with Remus into non-banner related, Benjy was quick to insert himself. 

Sirius was contemplating getting Peter to frame him with drugs. 

This was unlike Sirius, who although, did get revenge for every petty thing, did not get riled up this quickly. He was the picture of perfection, and he knew it. So why was he getting that jealous itch every time he looked at Remus and Benjy? Fenwick did not hold a candle to Sirius, and Sirius knew it. 

It simply grated on Sirius every time that Benjy casually bumped up against Remus, or flippantly pushed his shoulder with a laugh, like they were old friends, when Sirius, who was not a stalker and simply just had sources, knew that they were not.

Sirius, would never take any touch of Remus’s for granted, he thought to himself, as he lay in his bed, ladden in fresh silk sheets, courtesy of Kreacher, the maid, that night. If Sirius ever pressed his shoulder against Remus, he would bury his head in his neck and kiss that one mole on his neck that, Sirius had spent countless Calculus classes staring at. If Sirius had an opportunity to have his hands on Remus, he would only bring him closer, and never push him away. 

He wanted so badly to know this boy, although Sirius, deep in his heart, a place he would never say outloud,  felt as if, on an intrinsic, human level, he already knew him.

“Have I met you before?Had I once known you?” He thought to himself miserably as longing overtook him.

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The next morning at school as Sirius stared at the back of Remus’s golden locks, he thought to himself, “I could love you forever if you just let me.”

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It truly was not just a simple appreciation of looks when it came to Sirius’s feelings for Remus. Despite their lack of actual words, and well, any sort of relationship, Sirius probably knew more about the boy named Remus Lupin, than Remus himself did. Which of course, he knew from his sixth sense, and not any sort of stalking, because Sirius was much above that.

He knew that underneath his golden-boy, snotty image, he was mischievous and snarky, that he was the one who had once pulled that prank, in the first week of school, that was still being attributed to James and Sirius. But he was also kind, the type of kind that bent down to hug shaking freshman and guide them to their classes. Sirius knew that Remus prefered to stay within himself, only really conversing with a small group of people, but would rise to the challenge the minute, anyone insulted his friends. Sirius had a vague memory of that time that Remus, spewing foul French, had smacked Avery across the face for shoving Evans. He was strong, but warm, and lovely, and he wanted Remus to also, finally know him.

He wanted Remus to care about him. To know that Sirius loved the smell of Remus’s sweet chamomile tea, but personally, only drank coffee without milk. To know all the facets and sides of him, both carefully cruel and sniping at times, but also painfully tender and someone who loved ever so deeply with all his heart. 

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By the next Student Council meeting a few days later, Sirius had refilled himself with motivation and a type of unrelenting drive that only came from having Walburga Black as a mother and warden. 

Yes, there had been a few setbacks, one or twice or thrice, but technically, Sirius had not fucked anything up, yet at least.

Taking a last bite of the pesto sandwich he had gotten from the Kitchens, he schooled his face into a picture of confidence before peeking in the room.

Remus, looking splendid in a wool sweater, sat in a blue plastic chair close to the table, his body bent forward, his chin on his hands. 

“So, now that whole banner problem has been solved, by my help, do you have anyone picked out as a date for the prom?” Sirius said smoothly, sliding into the seat beside Remus, and immediately breathing in that cinnamon scent.

Remus looked up, his big, brown eyes peering curiously at Sirius. “No, not yet.” He shared.

Taking his chin off his hands, he continued, “I’ve just been so busy with the setup and supplies and a hundred other things. I haven’t really thought about it.”

Remus opened his mouth as if to continue his sentence, but nothing came out. He simply stared hard at Sirius for a second before his eyes lightened. 

“Do you, uh, have a date”? Remus asked. 

“Actually! I was-“ Sirius was cut off by the doors opening and the rest of the Council poured in. He groaned quietly as he slinked back into his seat. Remus too, after another odd, long glance at Sirius, somewhere below his eyes, turned away and began flipping through his notes before clearing his throat and beginning the meeting. 

Sirius glumly thought to himself that there truly was some cosmic force in the universe working against him.

As some dark haired bloke went off about prom dress code rules, Sirius heard a snicker from his left. He turned his head, and saw Remus’s, and James’, favourite redhead, Lily Evans, smirking at him. 

“What?” he mouthed quietly to her. 

“Pathetic,” she mouthed back, discreetly pointing at him with one hand, then pointing at Remus, who’s eyes were still dutifully trained on the room’s speaker. 

He flipped her a finger, fuming. Yes, he had not exactly been the most discreet at staring longingly at Remus, but what did Lily Evans know? He then ignored her for the rest of the meeting.

The scrape of chairs broke the tension, as the meeting ended. Before Sirius could blink, Lily quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room, into the alcove right outside the room, just about hidden from view.

“Evans, what the hell!” He scowled, pulling his arm away. “No offence, but I’m not interested in a secret tryst with you.” 

"I want a tryst with your best friend, " he thought.

She snorted. “As if, Black.” She shook her head, before drawling out, “Remus.”

Sirius crossed his muscular arms over his chest, waiting for her to continue.

She shook her head, “You’re obviously into him. Watching you pine like some Romeo has been literally painful to watch.”

Sirius leaned his head against the wall, and looked down at her. “Did you pull me aside like some secret lover just to tell me that, or are you planning to help me?”

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Yayy! Finally some dialogue between our two main stars.

@dumbass-gryffindor1960

I never realized how fatphobic the Harry Potter series is.

like Joanne.....

- Dudley Dursley

- Vernon Dursley

- Marge Dursley

- Peter Pettrigrew

- Crabbe 

- Goyle

These are all antagonists and their fatness/lack of conventional attractiveness is used to make them worse. They are bad people but fatness/obesity is shown as a negative trait to show them as bad or use them as comedic relief. 

 Vernon  “His mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face”

Dudley “His piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his 5 chins wobbling as he ate continually” and “Very fat and hated exercise—unless of course it involved punching somebody”

Marge “She was very like uncle Vernon, large, beefy, and purple-faced, she even had a moustache, though not as bushy as his.”

Whenever they are shown as mean people, they are also shown as fat.

Peter : He is shown as less than the Marauders at Hogwarts, because compared to them, he is fat and short. Also, everytime he does something bad, JKR continually describes him as fat and grubby.

Peter sucks but his fatness is made to make him even worse and less than.

Crabbe and Goyle: Their personality traits are literally just being fat, stupid and mean.

Harry and Ron are made able to knock them out and polyjuice them by putting cupcakes infront of them, they are considered dumb fat people.

Their fatness is associated with being dumb, mean, and greedy.

All of these people are also shown as prejudice and when their close-mindedness is shown, their fatness is intertwined.

Rafael Luna: exists

Alex: ❤

Shaan: exists

Alex: ❤️

Liam: exists

Alex:❤️?

Henry: exists

Alex: slowly caresses magazine❤️

also Alex: NoRa Do You ThInK tHaT iM sTrAiG—

Alex: I really do love you but I will physically fight you for that pizza slice, you understand?

Henry:

Alex: Do you understand

Henry: aggressively nods

I personally am so excited to see what happens with Ben and Devi next season. It’s obvious that he’s forgiven her for the 2timing now because he was going to ask her nervously if she wanted to dance at the winter formal and was looking jealously at Paxton and Devi kissing. HE WANTS HER!

So I feel like season 3 will be a new start for them!!!!

Put Your Money on Me

Fugitive Sirius Black x Bounty Hunter Remus Lupin

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Remus grimaced at the bitter taste of the cheap beer and pushed the plastic cup away from him. The bar in which he was currently situated was grimy and filthy, although the dark red and black tones hid it quite well. Unfortunately, the inferiority of the beer could not be hidden. 

He sighed quietly, discreetly glancing at door. His patience was running thin and the dodgy nature of the rough-faced men sitting around him was putting him on edge.

Many times in his twenty-five years of life, he had found himself questioning why he made the choices he made. Why had he, at the tender age of eighteen, decided to pursue a degree in Criminal Justice rather than sequestering himself in English Literature? Why had he not gone to Law school, Grad school, or any of the other places he could have gone? Instead, he had found himself writing an exam, and rubbing shoulders with bond agents.

All this had led him to this exact moment where he sat in a grubby bar, waiting for his informant, a shifty-eyed man named Arthur, to arrive.

Not for the first time, he cursed Sirius Black.

Depending on who you asked, Sirius Black was the heir to the criminally rich, Black crime family, but he was also the black sheep, stepping out of his family’s footprints, and joining the opposite, clean side of the law, at least for a while.

The one thing that everyone could agree on was that six months ago, Sirius Black had, through many eye-witnesses and his DNA found on the murder weapon, brutally murdered Peter Pettigrew, a fellow cop, in the back of a Knockturn Alley, a drug-breeding ground. 

The story was that Black had a change of heart, and had turned his back on the law, following in his family’s footsteps. He had been dabbling in drug distribution, and Peter had found out. It was believed that Black had gone mad after the death of his estranged, younger brother, Regulus, leading to his actions. Technically, there was no actual evidence found proving that Black had done anything illegal, well anything illegal other than the eventual murder.

Peter had notified the police force, but being a new, nervous rookie, he had wanted to prove himself. He had followed Black that day, and Black, trying to cover up his crimes from being discovered, had shot Pettigrew. 

Sirius had then been apprehended by his fellow officers, but Pettigrew, who had fled with a bullet wound was no where to be found. The Leuitenant, Barty Crouch, had later confirmed that Peter had been found dead. 

Remus didn’t care much for the details of how and when. Despite the homicide charges, Black, through his influential name, and many connections, had managed to get out on bail. This is where Remus had come in the picture, when five months ago, Sirius Black had not shown up to his court date. 

An extended search had been done, but Black had disappeared into thin air. He had taken a large sum of money and had fled, officially making him a fugitive.

Remus, a bounty hunter, had been contacted by a cop named James Potter, Black’s partner, to help hunt him down. For reasons, Remus didn’t want to ponder, Potter had promised to pay Remus a hefty fund to find Black before the FBI did, 

Remus personally did not really care for the details. He was here for the check and the check alone. Well, before atleast. Now he thought mournfully of the money he would never get, based the ways events were unfolding. 

“Remus?” rang out a voice from behind him. 

Remus spun in his seat to see a short, chubby man with a receding auburn hair line. Mentally matching him with the profile in his head, he nodded. 

Gesturing for Arthur to take a seat, Remus fixed the collar of his black trench coat and raked back his brown hair, scanning the bar one more time for any eavesdroppers. 

“Thank you again Arthur, for reaching out. Any information you share, small or big, will be very helpful.” 

Arthur simply fidgeted in his seat, looking down at his lap.

Remus, mentally sighed, before softening his voice more, “I understand you’re nervous but I’m not a cop. I’m not going to arrest you, Arthur, I’m paying you, remember?”

At the mention of money, the cost Remus would have to pay for Arthur’s words, the shabbily dressed man looked up with resolve in his gaze. 

Taking a look around the bar, like a ghost would jump out from the corner, Arthur began telling Remus what he knew.

Arthur was an, alleged, member of the Death Eaters, the most notorious gang in the city of Gryffindor.

Perhaps through a final attempt of honour and honesty, Arthur had reached out to Remus, revealing a different tale to Remus, one that the Daily Prophet, had not been telling.

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Hours later, Remus felt drained, staring blankly at the dirty bar counter, long after Arthur had scurried off into the night. The knowledge that Arthur had confirmed sat heavy on his chest. 

He tightened his coat around him as the cold, night hit him when he walked out the bar. Despite the late hour, the city was mostly silent around him. Even the partygoers of Gryffindor knew to not stay out too late. You never knew who would find you. 

Remus, still and stealthy in the night, cut through the side streets, one hand firmly around a sleek, black gun, under his coat. 

Pausing in the corner of an alley, as a patrolling officer passed by, Remus glanced up at the night sky. Despite the smog that covered downtown, Remus glanced to where he knew he would otherwise see the bright, constellation Regulus, and felt emotion bubbling in his throat. 

Shaking himself out of it, he stepped back out on the street and slinked around the block. 

He only relaxed and released the gun, firmly hiding it’s shape from sight, when he stepped into his apartment complex. 

It took him a few minutes to find his key in his messy pocket, but he quietly inserted it, swinging open the door of his apartment, and immediately turning around and re-locking the three locks on the door. Throwing the keys into the bowl beside the door, he kicked off his shoes, and stepped into the kitchen, not bothering to flip the light on. 

Moonlight filled the apartment from the now slightly open blinds, that Remus swore he had fully closed before leaving. 

He busied himself looking for a snack in the cupboards, humming quietly under his breath.

Remus stilled when he heard a noise from behind him , and before he could blink, someone had wrapped themselves around him.

Remus gasped before he smiled, relaxing into the hold. 

Sirius’s arms wrapped themselves around Remus’s waist and Remus leaned back into his broad and warm chest. He sighed happily as Sirius placed his chin on the top of Remus’s head. 

Taking a minute to breathe in the man’s comforting scent, Remus spoke, “I thought I told you you to not open the blinds. Anyone could see you!”

Sirius let out a laugh, “Someone is going to see me in the dark room, in the middle of the night, on the sixth floor, through the barely open blinds?”

Remus huffed, “Siriu-“

Sirius simply tightened his hold on Remus, nudging him for a kiss. At the last moment, Remus turned his head so that Sirius’s lips met his cheek instead.

Sirius sighed before murmering, “Ok, I’m sorry, my love. I’ll be more careful. I'm just-, I'm getting a bit antsy in here.” 

This time when Sirius leaned down for a kiss, Remus happily obliged. 

He pushed out the thoughts of his troubling conversation out of his mind. That was something for tomorrow, tonight was just for them. 

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This idea would not leave me alone until I wrote it. I'm not sure if I intend to write more or leave this as a oneshot. Let me know what you prefer!

I call them my favourite characters but I au place/write them in every tragic love story written in human history despite their’s being sad enough.

“I call them my favourite characters but I au place/write them in every tragic story in human history despite their’s being sad enough.

hehe

Just walked through an empty forest while it was pouring rain, wearing a long coat while listening to Exile by Taylor Swift. This was spiritual experience and I’m changed forever.