#smthing old i found in my drafts

[verahella]

✧˖°. THE SUMMER OF 2007

“are we in heaven?”

you would have agreed with shoko. with the white sun glaring into your retina and the chirping of crickets, it definitely seemed like it.

but then you remember that your friend group consisted of a cigarette addicted alcoholic, a handsome guy who wanted to committed genocide a year ago and the worst of all, gojo satoru.

so, no. you doubt you had access to heaven.

you shift on the field in a futile attempt to get away from the sun, “if i die, tell them that i haven’t decided what poetic thing to put on my grave yet.”

shoko hums in acknowledgment, closing her eyes. orange spots still dance around her vision and she sighs as she hears the footsteps rushing closer.

“no need to worry, your saviour is here!” you jerk awake when ice touches your forehead.

gojo hovers over you, peering at you from over his glasses. “oh, my poor baby.” he pulls you in for a hug, patting your head with an aggressiveness you didn’t need, “i should be the only one who makes you flush red like that.”

“remember it’s out of embarrassment, not infatuation.” suguru drawls, drawing snickers from you both. he tosses a can to shoko before taking a seat next to her, the grass tickling his palms when he leans back on his hands.

the sun’s glares have reduced you all to nothing but a melting pool of sweat and it’s all too hot to be hugging right now but when has mere weather ever stopped gojo satoru from indulging in his desires? still, he reluctantly pulls away when your clawing at his arms starts to hurt a little.

“i got you this.” you practically see his tail wagging as he grins, eager for appreciation. you reach to take the can of soda he offers but gojo clicks his tongue, pulling it away. he taps his cheek, “i need payment first.”

you roll your eyes and his grin widens when you lean forward. he shifts at the last minute, leaving the red shine of your lipgloss to imprint on his lips.

the way your face heats up is always endearing. “you’re the worst.” you snatch the soda can from him and he lets you, leaning back with a smug little smirk on his face.

“can you believe we’ve only got three more months left?” shoko pipes up to distract herself before she vomits at you both. she’s right though.

the year seems to be so long yet went by so fast. you won’t realise it now but maybe a few years later, when you’re older and have settled down, you’ll reminisce about those good old days in high school. maybe, despite going your separate ways, you and shoko will meet up every weekend and gossip about those days and suguru will squint behind his glasses as he tries to recollects this exact moment and capture that joy onto a painting and—

your gaze flits to gojo. it’s a dangerous thought but maybe, just maybe, gojo will be there, criticising suguru about how he couldn’t capture satoru’s handsomeness on the canvas. and you both will get an apartment and you’ll feel the warmth of his hand (and the metal of his ring) around yours every morning.

but that’s too optimistic of a future for jujutsu sorcerers and you know it.

it’s weird, mourning a life you’ve never lived.

your eyes stray to satoru again unconsciously and you find him looking at suguru. you squeeze his hand, like you do every night as he spills all his worries about the past and mostly the future.

gojo meets your eyes and he pushes his glasses up higher, moving closer to you.

shoko clears her throat, if only to stop herself from spiralling as well, “we’ve only got three more months left and i still don’t understand how gojo graduated kindergarten.”

geto smiles faintly at gojo’s indignant huff. there he goes, slipping into character again, so seamlessly. “suguru, tell her that some of us have both beauty and brains.”

geto shakes his head yet the smile doesn’t disappear just yet, “well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. but maybe if you dig through that ego, you can find some semblance of a brain.”

satoru’s face morphs into betrayal, “how could you? after everything we’ve been through?”

geto simply shrugs and you laugh. gojo sighs, standing up slowly and nudging his glasses back up. he stares at suguru with his arms crossed menacingly for about three seconds and you think he might actually tackle him (because that’s definitely not the first time he’s done it) before he shoots off in the direction of the beach, a blur in the distance.

the three of you share looks of confusion before satoru’s faint cry is heard.

“first one there can cut suguru’s bangs!”

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[yourfavouriteprettyboy]

Ok this is smthing i wrote long ago, just found it in my drafts and thought it was pretty good so yea

Remus sat in the empty train compartment, looking out through the window. Tears formed in his eyes as he watched the platform speed by. He knew he he was leaving his old life behind, and starting a new on at Hogwarts would be difficult. Dumbledore had assured him and his parents that everything will be managed at Hogwarts, but he was still worried. He was afraid that the chains that kept him locked at home, would no longer be able to keep him away from harming others.

The train turned, and the platform was now out of sight. This was it. His old life is now behind him. And as he sat thinking about what was ahead of him, the compartment door opened and two boys came in and sat down in front of him. They looked the same age as him, and were probably starting first year too. Remus would have been happy to not be alone on the ride, if the boys weren't that loud. The talked loudly all the time, even screaming sometimes. And all they talked about were what pranks they can do at Hogwarts. They were clearly trying to get expelled before they even start their first year.

As Remus sat reading a book that he had brought with him, he couldn't help but listen in on what the boys were taking about. They talked about the Forbidden Forest on the edge of the school grounds, and how there were scary creatures in it. They talked about the angry centaurs, some other violent beasts, and werewolves. They talked about werewolves with disgust and anger, and fear too. Their conversations about how all the werewolves should be captured and killed angered Remus. He stood up and furiously said, " You don;t know anything about them! Some are more civilized than u both!" And as he walked out of the compartment in his fury, all he could think about was how true everything they said was.

***

Remus lay on his bed, with Sirius held closely in his arms. They night was cold, and they were covered with blankets. Sirius lay peacefully, breathing in and out slowly. Remus wondered what he was dreaming of, that he looked so comfortable. He also thought about all that was going around them in the world. Violence everywhere. And still they felt safe under that thin layer of blanket, in each other's arm. At least they were safe, at least his friends were safe.

***

Remus stood in the dark graveyard, tears rolling down his eyes. There was a weird ache in his chest, and a sickening feeling in his stomach. The only thought in his mind was the question 'why?' Why did James make Sirius his secret keeper? Why did Lily agree? Why did he not stop them? Why did he ever trust Sirius? Why did he ever love a traitor? He had made a big mistake. He had his doubts about Sirius' loyalty, but he never took any major action against him. And now, when everyone else blamed Sirius, he could only just blame himself. Blame himself for ever loving a traitor.

#remus #remus lupin #sirius black #siriys #sirius #james #james potter #marauders #marauders era