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reidscanehand · 11 months

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you’re the northern star

Inspired by this song by Dom Fera Pairing: Rockstar!Remus Lupin x fem!Reader (Modern AU) Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff TW: implied alcohol/drug use (really just overdoing it on Remus’ part)

Well, this is different, innit? I was rewatching the Taylor Swift Miss Americana documentary and I got an idea about a rockstar not sure of what to do with himself. Also, this is a really fucking stunning song that I’ve loved and wanted to use for a while. The other lyrics Y/N sings are another Dom Fera song called “Midnights in October”.

Three rum and cokes and a couple beers in Some lucky drunk stood up, heavy with where he’d been And he held onto someone, and he sung out compelled “You’re why I was right to trust myself”

~~~

Being a rockstar was everything Remus ever dreamed of. The Marauders had kicked off when the boys had all finished school together. Peter had quickly left before they really took off - unsurprising, really, but no less saddening - quickly replaced, though, by Frank Longbottom, who was, in fact, a better player anyway. With Frank on keyboards, Remus on bass, James on drums, and Sirius on guitar and vocals, the band really began to gel for the first time. Remus and Sirius wrote all the music and lyrics - mostly Remus, really. He could play piano, guitar, and bass, making it easier for him to arrange everything, but Sirius did his fair share. The addition of Frank seemed to symbolize a new beginning for everything, really.

That and James and Lily finally getting together. If James wasn’t so head over heels for the girl, Remus could’ve sworn he’d asked her out just for her connections.

With Lily installed as their manager, The Marauders started to play bigger venues, their songs started getting more streams, and, suddenly, they were releasing EPs, then an album released to stunning reviews and an enthusiastic and ever growing fan base. They were invited on Graham Norton, then played a UK tour, then a US tour, performing on Jimmy Fallon, and Saturday Night Live. Then the Grammys came - Album of the Year, Record of the Year, Best New Artist, and Best Rock Album, all in one fell swoop.

And Remus suddenly realized that that was all he’d ever wanted. All he’d ever wanted...and now that he had it, what was he to do? He didn’t really know. He suddenly felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. He couldn’t write, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t do much of anything. He played with the group, but even Sirius got on him for how bummed out he sounded while singing backing vocals. He didn’t feel like he could talk to his bandmates. He started drinking...aggressively, really. When he couldn’t sleep, he would drink to knock himself out, sometimes popping pills to help in the endeavor. Then he’d take pills to wake up, take pills to energize himself to do a show. He knew it was bad, but he felt just numb.

It was an unspoken problem with his bandmates. They knew something was wrong, especially Sirius, who was so furious with him after their last writing session - a session to which Remus arrived late and hungover - that he didn’t speak to him for almost a week unless he absolutely had to. This last leg of the US tour couldn’t be over quick enough in Remus’ opinion. Tensions were high and maybe...maybe he just needed a break? He wasn’t sure. Their Reno, Nevada shows had been sold out and with the weekend over, they’d leave the next morning for Los Angeles. Dropping his stuff at the bus and then going to his hotel room to pick up his wallet, he left the hotel without telling anyone, doubting they’d miss him. James and Lily were...canoodling in their room, Frank was facetiming back home with his girlfriend, Alice, and Sirius was seducing whatever groupie he’d brought back that evening. Remus had tried the groupie route, hoping that feeling something would bring him back to earth, but it just made him feel even more numb, really.

So, he took off. Their hotel was near enough to a bar that he walked over pretty quickly. It was some local place, he didn’t pay the name too much mind, settling at the bar and hoping no one recognized him. It was pretty dark, anyway. There was a little group playing popular music covers on a small stage in one corner, but it wasn’t too busy. Remus asked for a rum and coke, heavy on the rum. The bartender seemed to get the message and Remus quickly chugged back a couple of drinks, asking for a third when the band caught his attention.

“This is a less popular song,” a young woman says while pulling a stool up to the mic, “but it’s one of my favorites. I hope you like it.” The opening chords of the song caught his attention. He watched, transfixed, as the young woman began to sing.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh. There’s a story I tell, really just to myself. Like a prayer I sing to empty shores, so how’s it sound just like yours? How’s it sound just like yours?” she sang wistfully, her pretty voice lilting around the lyrics.

Remus hoped he wasn’t drunkenly imagining things...because he’d written this song. It was one of the first songs released by The Marauders back before...before anything, really. Before they’d turned to rock, even. It was one of the songs he’d recorded with Sirius when it was just the two of them. He’d recorded all the parts in his closet at university, sitting cross-legged on the floor to fit in there with his various instruments, and mixing the parts on his computer instead of writing a paper for his intro to philosophy course.

“There’s a spirit over midnights in October and it sings to you and only you. So, how did I hear it too? How did I hear it too?” She continues to play on ukelele as the rest of the band comes in on piano, bass, and drum, but Remus remains focused on the young woman. Her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling to herself as she sings. She looks so...peaceful. He can’t believe it’s his song that’s made her so...so happy, so wistful. The fans loved the music, sure, but Remus hadn’t seen someone love someting he’d created like this before. He sips his drink slowly, methodically. He doesn’t want to get drunk for the first time in ages. He wants to speak to this beautiful girl. He wants to tell her...he doesn’t know, but he needs to be more put together to talk to her.

“And if we try to say what we need we could be okay. We clearly believe in believing, baby, we’ll try slow, we’ll try slow. There’s a spirit over midnights in October and it sings to you, only you and now I’m singing too. And now I’m singing too. And now I’m singing too.” She finishes the song and there’s a small round of applause, led mostly by Remus. The guitarist steps up to the mic and thanks everyone, announcing the end of the set for the band. The group gets offstage and Remus tries not to seem creepy as the young woman crosses to bar, leaning over it and ordering a Jameson on the rocks.

“I’ll get it,” he hears himself say. She turns to see him and her eyes widen.

“Oh my God, you’re...you’re Remus Lupin,” she almost whispers.

“Yeah,” he shrugs unsure of what to say. He’s still not used to the fans. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem the type to freak out. In fact she looks almost embarrassed.

“I promise I had no idea you were here,” she says quietly, “I would never have played that if I’d known-”

“I loved it,” he cuts her off. “You have a beautiful voice.”

“Um,” she looks surprised, “thank you. I really...um, I’m not really a singer or-”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he teases. The bartender hands her her drinks and she seems to remember where they are.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Y/N,” she answers shyly. She looks down at her drink and opens her mouth, quickly closing it again, unsure of what to say. Remus feels the most sober he’s felt in ages. There’s something about this girl that’s warming him. He can feel his heart beating and it’s the most he’s felt in ages.

“Well, Y/N,” he smiles, scooting over and sitting next to her. “Tell me more about yourself.”

“I...what?” Y/N looks at him quizzically. “Don’t you have a show or...groupies to...or something?”

“I don’t have anything to do,” he teases, “except talk to the pretty lady that sang one of my oldest and most favorite songs in a random bar in Reno. So how’s about you tell me everything about yourself, hm?”

She looks at him, head tilting slightly, “Can I get you a drink?”

“A water,” he answers quietly. Her eyes glance for the briefest second at the three empty glasses next to him, but she doesn’t ask any questions. She orders him a water and scoots closer.

“So, my name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

~~~

He said Keep me up, keep me out late Keep me close, I need your faith Keep right where you are ‘Cause I followed this far Like I’m sure that you’re the Northern Star I’m sure that you’re the Northern Star

~~~

“I need a ticket for tomorrow’s show, please,” Remus asks suddenly, not quite expecting the silence that follows. He looks up and sees everyone on the bus staring at him. “What?”

“For tomorrow?” Lily questions, clearly trying not to sound surprised.

“Yes, please,” Remus replies.

“Who the hell do you know in LA?” Sirius asks far more aggressively than Lily.

“She’s not from LA,” Remus answers. “But she couldn’t get a ticket to the Reno shows, so I invited her to the LA one.”

“So there’s a she?” James teases, wiggling his eyebrows. Lily elbows him gently and then pulls her iPad over to her from the box it rests in on the bus. She opens it and clicks a few things.

“VIP, I’d imagine?” she asks without looking at him.

“If you can, that’d be cool,” Remus tries to sound nonchalant. Lily nods and continues typing.

“And what’s the name of this she?” Frank heckles, glancing at Sirius and James.

“None of your business,” Remus replies, trying to hide his smile.

“I will actually need her name,” Lily corrects.

“You can’t just put it under my name?” Remus almost whines.

“Not if you want her in the VIP area,” Lily looks at him mock accusingly. “And from the sounds of things, I assume you do.”

“Y/N,” he tells her, sighing exasperatedly. “Y/N Y/L/N.” He looks back down at his notebook, scrawling down a few ideas he’d had in his head since last night. He and Y/N had talked until the bar closed, then sat outside talking about everything and nothing until he’d had to leave for the bus. The couch shifts as Sirius plops down next to him.

“You writing?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Maybe,” Remus shrugs, not looking at him. He can feel Sirius staring at him, but sees him nod out of the corner of his eye.

“You hungover?” Sirius asks quietly.

“No,” Remus clears his throat, finally looking up at his friend. “I’m, um...thinking of taking a break from drinking for a bit, actually.”

“Cool,” Sirius nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Pills, too?” Remus nods and Sirius practically beams, clapping him on the shoulder and nodding. He stands, heading back to his bunk before turning around, now facing everyone, a shit-eating grin on his face, “So, will you be dedicating every song to Y/N, or...”

Remus throws a pillow at him and pretends to be annoyed, but can’t ignore the genuine joy edging its way back into his numbed heart.

~~~

Three hours in to a three minute call Some gambler wondered if she’d just won it all And she laughed when he asked if his head seemed alright Singing, “I’ve seen the bright side my whole lovely life”

~~~

“How’s the writing going?” she asks, taking a sip of water from her Stanley cup that’s just off camera. Remus leans back against his headboard and groans in response. He’s thrilled when she giggles and he looks back at the screen to catch her smile.

“It can’t be that bad,” Y/N teases.

“It’s not, actually,” Remus replies. “Album’s due to the label in about two months and we’ve finalized all but two songs in terms of lyrics. So that’s two left to record? Not too shabby since it took us so long to write the damn thing.”

“That’s amazing. More songs about...oh, what’s that new one I loved? Um...the one about Aperol?”

“’Spritz’ was more Sirius’ baby than mine, I’ll have you know,” Remus explains, “but I’ll tell him you like it, he’ll rub that in my face for ages.”

“Maybe he’ll hate me less for distracting his bassist,” she quips.

“No one hates you, darling,” Remus assures her. “If anything they’re just happy I’m smiling again.” It’s getting dark outside his window and he leans over to turn his lamp on.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says suddenly. “I shouldn’t be keeping you up. I know the time difference is-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cuts her off, sitting up straighter, “I wouldn’t answer if I didn’t want to talk, love.”

“I know, but we were just going to say goodnight and then-”

“We both know,” he tilts his head teasingly, staring at her through the webcam, “that we weren’t going to just say goodnight.”

Y/N rolls her eyes but smiles, “There are better ways of telling me I talk too much.”

“I’d love it if you could talk to me all day long,” Remus assures her. “And you know that.”

“I’d like that, too,” Y/N whispers, smiling gently at him through the webcam.

“Really?” Remus asks, sitting up slightly.

“Yeah, there’s all this stuff that I want to tell you throughout the day...and I’d text you, but then I feel dumb for texting you-”

“You can text me whenever, you know that,” he reminds her. She giggles and his heart soars.

“I’ll keep that in mind when you finally get annoyed of me sending you pictures of my morning smoothies,” she teases.

“Smoothie time? Babe, I’d be heartbroken if I missed it!” She laughs and he uses the warm feeling in his chest to talk about what he’s wanted to for a few weeks now. “But...but what if...what if you were able to talk to me all day?”

She freezes, eyes growing wide, “What do you mean?”

“I know that we...I know we haven’t been together all that long,” he begins. “But, I would...I’d really like it if you’d be my girlfriend. And I’d...I’d love it if you’d come here and just be with me. You can still pursue your music here...I know that you’re...”

“I’d do it,” Y/N replies quietly.

Remus’ heart does that thing that it’s done since the moment he saw her. It feels like it’s expanding in his chest.

“Really?”

“How soon do you want me there, lover boy?”

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Three weeks away from a year since the score And the reckless thieves reckoned they could get even more They ain’t casing out weddings, nah those are too big a sight They’re just looking at dresses and rings that she likes

~~~

It’s warm in the Ed Sullivan Theatre, but Stephen Colbert is easily the nicest host Remus has ever had the pleasure to meet. Despite the fact that he agreed to letting them present the new song instead of playing the lead single, Remus is still nervous.

“Three more weeks, dude,” Sirius whispers to him.

“Yeah, I know. How’s James holding up? Ready to get married?” Remus jokes, leaning back so James can hear him, whispering even though they’re on a commercial break.

James isn’t annoyed, though, he grins hugely, “Never been more ready, boys.”

“No, not that, I mean, yeah, but, you and your girl,” Sirius corrects. “One year, right?”

Remus beams himself, “Yeah, just about three weeks. Our anniversary’s, like, two days after the wedding.”

“You, um...you thinking about it?” Sirius hedges, passing side glances with Frank and James.

“About what?” Remus asks with faux innocence.

“Come off it,” Frank groans, rolling his eyes. He and Alice got married during their last break, just before the release of this new album, timing it perfectly before the madness kicked back up again.

“You guys gonna be copying everything from me and Lily’s wedding?” James teases. The boys laugh, but Remus just smiles. He glances around and spots you talking to Lily, probably going over your set list. You’ll be opening for The Marauders in most cities during this next tour. You’re a bit more indie pop than The Marauders, but the boys genuinely wouldn’t have it any other way. And the fans will likely love how you close with one of Sirius’ and Remus’ oldest songs, bringing the boys onstage with a tune of their own.

Seeing that you’re distracted, he turns back to his band, his oldest friends and whispers conspiratorially, “No...no, but, um...I mean, I’ve had the ring for about six months now.”

All three men turn and face him, eyes widening, jaws dropping.

“Dude-”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

“Six months?!?!?”

“Chill,” Remus whisper yells. “I’m gonna ask when we go to Paris after the tour’s over.”

“That’s so romantic!” Frank whispers, turning away as a cameraman signals for them. James smiles and sends him a thumbs up.

Sirius stares at him for a moment longer and smiles. He mouthes, “Happy for you, dude” as Colbert introduces them.

“Back stateside for their new tour, the British rock band The Marauders is with us tonight. Originally they were going to perform the newest lead single from their new album, which Rolling Stone has called, ‘a near perfect sophomore album’, but their bassist, Mr. Remus Lupin, emailed about a week ago and asked if he could perform a bonus track. This is a bit different, isn’t it, Remus?”

Mr. Colbert looks to the band and a camera zeroes in on Remus, a kind PA holding a mic up to him.

“Yeah, it’s not...not really a rock song, I guess,” he grins as the audience titters.

“It’s called ‘Northern Star’,” Colbert says, smiling widely at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus nods.

“When we started writing, Sirius and I, we had a lot of songs that sounded like this. And it took someone very special,” Remus finds Y/N’s eyes and his smile deepens, “to remind me how wonderful it felt to write like this again.”

“Well, please take it away,” Colbert finishes.

Remus nods and looks down at the piano, pulling the attached mic closer to his face as silence falls over the audience. He can feel Y/N staring at him, not expecting this at all.

“Three rum and cokes and a couple beers in Some lucky drunk stood up, heavy with where he'd been And he held onto someone, and he sung out, compelled ‘You're why I was right to trust myself’

He said Keep me up, keep me out late Keep me close, I need your faith Keep right where you are Cause I followed this far Like I'm sure that you're the Northern Star I’m sure that you’re the Northern Star

Three hours into a three-minute call Some gambler wondered if she'd just won it all And she laughed when he asked if his head seemed alright Singing, "I've seen the bright sides my whole lovely life"

She said Talk me up and talk me down Talk too long, I'll stick around Talk me into following you somewhere far Like I'm sure you're the Northern Star I'm sure you're the Northern Star

La la la

Three weeks away from a year since the score And the reckless thieves reckoned they could get even more They ain't casing out weddings, nah those are too big a sight They're just looking at dresses and rings that she likes

They said Keep me up, keep me out late Keep me close, I need your faith Keep right where you are Cause I followed this far Like I'm sure that you're the Northern Star Oh, I'm sure you're the Northern Star I'm sure And I'm sure that you're the Northern Star.”

Remus hits the last chords staring at Y/N, hearing his friends playing his beautiful song all around him, and knowing that he’s happier than he ever thought he could be. Rockstar be damned, this is what he’d always wanted.

~~~

A/N: This is different, but I hope you liked it!

Didn’t include my taglist because it’s been so long, plus this is a different fandom! Love you all xx

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remuslovebot · 10 months

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“a little life” is literally modern au marauders fan fiction. hear me out

jude is remus

willem is sirius

malcom is james

jb is peter

like it makes so much sense, i will not argue with anyone

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #a little life #reading a little life #marauders x a little life #marauders modern au #all the young dudes #atyd #anything for our moony #wolfstar #willem x jude #hanya yanigahara

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jamesunderwater · 1 year

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Sweat - a wolfstar microfic

Uni AU - minor NSFW - word count: 593 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin hated his roommate.

Sirius Black was messy, loud, and completely oblivious. There existed a clear divide in their dorm room, where Sirius’s side was littered with dirty clothes, notes from classes, and empty mountain dew bottles. His laugh cut through Remus’s headphones regardless of how loud he played his music, and he was always bellowing, “REMUS!” while waving his hands to get the boy’s attention, despite the fact that his natural speaking volume would have worked fine. He was always bringing over his friend James, regardless of whether Remus was trying to study, or was on the phone with his mum, or reading a book. And he had absolutely no regard for personal space; any time he talked to Remus, he had to climb onto Remus’s raised bunk bed and sit with their legs touching, giving incredibly too much eye contact.

But what Remus hated most were his fucking runs.

Sirius Black had the physique of a god, and though he glided around as though this were his birthright, as his roommate Remus knew that some work was required for upkeep. This included a daily 3 to 5 mile run, usually first thing in the morning. Which meant pretty much every morning around 9am, Remus was woken up to the sound of Sirius walking into their room, breathing heavily, face flushed, covered in sweat. The sight of him like this was enough to knock any normal person on their ass, let alone a deeply repressed 19-year-old gay man with morning wood. Sirius's hair hung wet over his cheekbones, his lips parted as he breathed in and out hard, his chest rising beneath the tight dri-fit shirt. And then - the goddamn audacity - he’d strip right there, first tossing his soaked shirt onto the pile of stinking clothes on the floor of his closet, revealing abs that Remus could almost feel rippling beneath his hand. Then, he’d kick off his Nikes and pull off his shorts, standing there in tight briefs and socks with his hands on his hips as he waited for his heart rate to finish normalizing.

At first Remus had tried desperately to feign sleep, but eventually Sirius caught him looking and, oblivious as ever, waved. “‘Morning!” He’d said cheerily, grabbing a gatorade bottle from his minifridge and swallowing down half of it in one go. Remus watched, mesmerized by the rise and fall of his adam’s apple.

“Morning,” he’d grumbled.

Sirius wiped his mouth with an ‘ah!’ and recapped the gatorade. “Didn’t think you got up before 9:30 on a good day.”

Remus rolled his eyes, inwardly mortified that Sirius could stand there half naked, slicked with sweat, and carry on a normal conversation with him. “It’s a bit impossible to sleep through your morning routine,” he deadpanned.

“Well, if that’s the case,” Sirius started, beginning to grab his showering supplies. “You should just come running with me. It’d be good for you! Getting some blood flowing first thing in the morning increases brain power, did you know that? Maybe then you wouldn’t need to study so long each night and could actually go out with me and James.” He quirked a brow at Remus, poking fun yet again at what a homebody he was. Little did he know that blood flow was not currently a problem for Remus.

“Sure, whatever,” he said, anything to get Sirius out of the room faster. When he finally did leave, there was nothing for it. Remus immediately gave himself a good morning wank, cursing his oblivious, gorgeous roommate as he came.

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author's note: *wicked grin* let smut month begin

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #marauders fanfic #marauders fic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin pov #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #mwpp era #marauders era #marauders modern au #wolfstar au #wolfstar microfic*

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broadwaycantdie · 4 months

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MY MODERN REMUS LUPIN USES MOBILITY AIDS !!!

#this is so important to me #remus lupin with mobility aids #remus lupin #remus lupin kinnie #marauders #the marauders #modern era #modern au #modern marauders #marauders au #marauders modern au #harry potter #harry potter headcanons #marauders headcanon #headcanons

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 1 year

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Favorite Photo

Summary: Sirius does the tiktok trend where there’s some fake dialogue at the beginning saying “why do you keep smiling at that one photo?” and then he shows a cute photo of Y/N

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x reader (no Y/N beyond the summary), modern!AU (only because there’s tiktok), headcanons

This trend popped up on Sirius’s for you page and he immediately wanted to do it

I think there are two possibilities with Sirius doing this trend

The first one is super sweet and fluffy, because we all know Sirius is Sweetheart™

He spends way too long scrolling through his photos, trying to find the perfect photo of you and him together

And that kinda turns into him just going through his entire camera roll and looking at all the photos and watching all the videos

He’s easily distracted lol

And eventually he finds a video that James took when they were at a party

James is quite drunk, but the video is surprisingly steady, and he’s walking around the party and finding each of the Marauders

Just for fun, I guess? James still doesn’t remember that party because he was really out of it, but that’s okay lol

And when he finally gets to Sirius, he finds the both of you laying on the couch with Sirius laying on your stomach, his chin resting on your chest as he just kinda stares at you

So Sirius takes a screenshot and boom, new favorite photo of the two of you

And of course, he’s got that lovesick look in his eyes at the beginning of the tiktok when the screen says something to the effect of ‘Why do you keep smiling at that photo??’, and the background music is probably like Billie Eilish’s cover of Hotline Bling or something pretty and soft like that (“Just like you!” Sirius insists, and everyone in the room rolls their eyes)

Most of Sirius’s followers (besides his friends, of course) follow him because he’s an absolutely GORGEOUS specimen of the human species, and you’re fine with that because, let’s be real, you agree with them

But when he posts stuff about you and him (which is relatively often) it’s always this sort of thing: lovey dovey and soft and sweet

And all of his followers go absolutely wild for it

They eat that shit up

Every one of them sees the both of you as their ideal relationship, and they all simply love you both immensely

Now, if you recall, I did say there are two possibilities

The second is kinda silly, but I think it still fits with Sirius’s personality

Because this time around, Sirius knows exactly which photo he wants to use

And it’s an absolutely terrible one

Not actually terrible, of course, because Sirius thinks you look gorgeous in every photo, and he’d never post any photo of yours without your express permission

But not exactly your finest moment either

It’s probably something silly, like you making a disgusted face at something, glaring at him after a prank, ugly-laughing at something one of your friends said—you get the gist

Maybe he’d post this one after the first one with something like “runner up” in the description lmao

Of course, it’s all in good fun, and if you were to perhaps come to him pouting once you see it, he’ll cuddle you to death and apologize and ask if you want him to delete it

He’s such a thoughtful little sweetheart <3

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soleil-black · 1 year

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Pool me out

Regulus Black x James Potter, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

warnings: none? Regulus is a sad fuck, but he's not even sad at the moment. That's just his personality.

summary: The boys are spending their days by the pool. Introductions are made and the pinning begins.

word count: 1396

author notes: it's just a snippet of a longer fic I may or may not write (with a high emphasis on may. The plot is already laid out) later. It will be happy, as it is a vacation fic, but there will be angst drama and suspense. Regulus and Sirius have good sibling dynamics. But for now, a little head dive into the mind of Regulus Black. Let me know what you think.

Regulus was finishing his croissant. He likes to put prosciutto in it. The outraged huffs Sirius makes every time he does it make it even better. His brother’s devotion to sugar is boundless. It’s not like Regulus doesn’t like sweet breakfast. The wide variety of marmite flavours offered at the hotel does catch his attention but he’d much rather try it with some hard cheese. He likes to take anything sweet with a pinch of salt. Literally and figuratively.

“so… do you like summer? What is your favourite season?” he overheard from the table beside them. He tried hard not to let out the scoff that was building inside his throat. He flushed it down with the rest of his coffee. He passed a brief glance at the boy who asked the question. Seems like he finally managed to persuade that poor girl he was after for at least a week now to sit at breakfast with him.

“May I be excused?” He asked looking down at the empty cup he’s just placed down on the table. Walburga nodded without as much as looking at him. Both she and his father were glued to their phones, no doubt checking the stock market. He stood slowly, careful not to make a sound with his chair. “Maman. Papa.” He said politely, slightly bowing his head at them.

Oh, how he despised those empty shells of people. Nearly as much as he despised himself for playing along with their rules. He would never stand up to them like his brother did. Sirius did that loudly and frequently, which was getting him into much more trouble than, in Regulus’ opinion, was necessary.

Regulus hated the coldness surrounding his parents but he appreciated the silence. If there was anything Regulus hated more than the cold, it was the noise. He collected his belongings and left the table. He held his book and sunglasses in one hand while he tucked the sketchpad carefully wrapped in a towel under his arm. It was a set he always took with him when he was going to sit by the pool. Bare necessities.

He had to sneak his sketchpad carefully for his mother not to see. She didn’t appreciate him engaging in such “soft and pointless” activities. She was annoyed enough by the amount of poetry he read, but she hadn’t forbade it. At least not yet.

“what’s your favourite season” he thought to himself in his mocking inside voice. What kind of a stupid question is that? How is one supposed to answer that?

Regulus didn’t have a favourite season. He hated them all equally, each for different reasons. He hated the cold spreading through his bones after every encounter with his parents… and any other family member, for that matter. Except for his brother.

Naturally, he wasn’t content when the ice spreading throughout his soul was met by the chill surrounding him on the outside. Not to mention the scarcity of daylight that heavily impacted his drawing sessions, because the lamp light was just not it.

One would think he should blend right in with how dark and gloomy he was himself, but he didn’t. If anything, it was making him more depressed, if you’d believe that.

It’d make one think he enjoyed the summer, but no. He hated the sun hurting his eyes and making his head hurt. It made everything else, the sounds, the smells, sharper and more prominent. Regulus was getting quickly overstimulated by it.

He walked by the pool, and obviously, Sirius was already in. As he was every day of their stay. Sending longing stares after that tall scarred lifeguard he denied he fancied, and looking away sheepishly every time the other looked back. Yet, when he didn’t look back for too long, Sirius would cause some chaos around himself to get his attention. The fool. Regulus shook his head fondly at his stupid brother, who didn’t even notice him passing. Too busy perfecting an underwater handstand, by the looks of it.

Regulus headed to his favourite spot. He was pleased to see it was as deserted as always. Other people seemed to crowd closer to the pool and choose loungers standing in the direct sunlight. Regulus liked the one partially hidden in the shadow cast by the red-brick wall, as opposed to the ones in the shadows of the bushes. Because bushes equal bugs.

And bugs? Immediately no. Count him out. That’s what he hates the most about spring. Blooming flowers seem to attract butterflies and all sorts of other monstrosities.

He laid out his big fluffy towel on the lounger and sat down. The top half of his body, most importantly his face, was protected from the invading sun, while he could still enjoy the warmth of it where it covered his legs. “Perfect.” he thought to himself whilst he nodded slightly in approval. He hasn’t picked up his book or sketchpad yet, too preoccupied with the rant on the seasons he carried in his head while staring into nothingness.

Now the thing about autumn is… His chain of thought was interrupted by a movement in his close proximity. A hand holding a bottle of water appeared in his line of sight. He startled as he re-focused his eyes and took the sight in.

He slid his eyes up the arm. The arm that looked like it was carved in stone by Michelangelo himself. Marble made look soft. Sun glistened in the tiny droplets of water splayed on dark, tanned skin. It looked like sprinkled gold. Regulus frowned and glared up to see the boy he’s often seen join his menace brother in his pool shenanigans.

“Here.” he said, shaking the bottle slightly, with a wide smile plastered on his face. His hair seemed unruly even when it was wet. Some of it sticking to his forehead and his round-frame glasses and some curling around his ears.

Regulus blinked, possibly one too many times before he dropped his face. He looked back down at the arm outstretched in his direction. “where” he said flatly as he looked back up at the boy. That earned him a cackle in response. “You should drink it. I’ve noticed you never take water with you and it's pretty hot today so I’ve brought you some” the boy said, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly but not at all embarrassed.

“Oh it is hot” he thought to himself “you’ve noticed” he repeated the boy’s words, trying to keep his gaze from wandering. The boy dropped his arms and shrugged his shoulders cheerfully, “Yeah, I’ve been watching you and started to worry you would get dehydrated or something” a smile not leaving his face.

Regulus froze. He's been what? “and why, the fuck, would you do that?” he asked arching a brow at him.

“Oh you’re mean” the boy chuckled and sat down, cross-legged, at the ground next to Regulus’ lounger. “So..” he raised his hand with the bottle again “you’re drinking it?”.

Regulus tugged the bottle out of his hand as he rolled his eyes out of his skull but only because he was in fact, much to his annoyance, really thirsty. He drank some of the water, pleasantly cold, he noticed, and instantly felt better. Honestly? Fuck this guy.

“mhmm, refreshing” he said mockingly while squinting his eyes and curling his lips up, which made his brain pleasantly purr as it did every time he was quoting vines or some shit. “Well it’s not a bucket” the boy laughed, “but I’m glad you enjoyed it”.

Regulus blinked in shock again, people rarely get his references. Not that he cares, he does that to indulge himself. To scratch that itch. But that dude did, and Regulus didn’t know how he felt about that. “I’m James by the way.”

“James” Regulus heard himself repeat in his mind before he could stop it. He felt a weird sensation of warmth tentatively spreading through his chest.

“And what is your name?” James asked looking at Regulus playfully. He realized he must be getting hot after all. He’s not having that. Whatever that was. Regulus put down the water bottle, stood up and, without even glancing in James’ direction, marched towards the pool.

“Hey! Where are you going?” he heard James yell after him. “To drown myself.” He replied, not turning around.

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radiohead-spiderman · 3 months

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Lily Evans modern au NUMBA TWO🗣️

(Ignore how different she looks from the other image, I have not figured out how to draw her😕)

She’s in James’ Jersey because why not

BONUS: Pandora and Mary’s comment

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Text Me pt.4

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Y/N woke up at 5, allowing herself time to stretch and get ready for the hike. After washing her face, brushing her teeth, and getting dressed, she sent a group message to Sirius and Remus.

“i’m about to leave, you guys better be getting ready”

Y/N made her way to her parents room and knocked on the door before opening it a crack. “I’m headed to pick up Remus and his friend for the hike. We were thinking about going into town to show Sirius around after. Is that okay?” she asked. “I have a luncheon at noon, so I’ll need the car back before then,” Y/M/N replied. Y/F/N sat up in the bed before speaking up. “Have the car back to the house by 11 so your mother has plenty of time to get to her meeting,” he instructed. “Yes, sir,” Y/N nodded. “And be home by 11pm!” he called as Y/N made her way to close the door and exit the house.

Y/N made the short drive to Remus’s house, and sent the boys a text that she had arrived, rather than knocking on the door and waking Remus’s parents. A few moments later, Sirius and Remus appeared at the front door, Sirius with a spring in his step and Remus dragging his feet. “I can’t believe I let you lot talk me into getting up this early,” Remus groaned as he plopped into the passenger seat. “Shut up, we’re gonna have so much fun,” Y/N laughed. “Sirius, are you good to go?” She asked, glancing at him through the rear view mirror. “Let’s go see some dangerous mountain rabbits,” he grinned, earning a huff from Remus and a laugh from Y/N before she put the car in gear and started the drive to the mountain.

“Alright, everyone has water, keep your phones on you in case we get separated,” Y/N began running through her pre-hike checklist. “Yes, it’s early, you have lots of energy and you’re prepared for the apocalypse. Let’s get this over with,” Remus replied. “I’m just making sure our guest is prepared. But if everyone is ready, let’s go!” Y/N nearly leaped off the ground as the three of them made their way to the hiking trail. “Sirius, do you like to hike?” Y/N asked after a few minutes of silence. “I’ve actually never been. My family prefers indoor activities. They like to host dinner parties and go to galas and things like that,” Sirius shrugged.

“Dinner parties and galas?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, Sirius’s family is very wealthy,” Remus told her. “But don’t get excited, they’re assholes and they disowned me so unfortunately I will not be inviting anyone to this summer’s gala because I, myself, am not invited,” Sirius laughed. “Well, fuck ‘em. They sound like assholes,” Y/N shrugged. “You have no idea,” Sirius muttered. “You’d be surprised,” she replied bitterly, more to herself than to Sirius. “So, when will we see the animals that want to eat Remus?” Sirius asked. “Most of the time, the animals don’t come up to the trail, Remus just got lucky that day. But if you’re up for it, I could take you guys to one of my favorite spots that branch off from the trail?” Y/N offered. “Hell yeah!” Sirius exclaimed, looking to Remus. “Y/N if an animal actually eats me, I’m going to come back and ruin your life,” Remus threatened. “Deal,” Y/N grinned, “Follow me, the path is hidden right up here. Just walk slowly and try not to make any noise.”

Not long after they veered off of the trail, Sirius spotted a rabbit and whispered out to Y/N. “Y/N,” he said very quietly. “Very slowly turn back and to the right,” he told her, after snapping a quick picture on his phone. Y/N did as she was told and turned to spot the little bunny looking curiously at her. “Hey, little guy,” she murmured, trying to gauge it’s attitude. She took a very slow step toward it and the rabbit looked at her apprehensively, but didn’t move to flee. “Hey, buddy. You want to try something yummy?” she asked softly, before slowly reaching to her backpack and pulling out a ziplock bag of thinly sliced red bell pepper. “Y/N/N, why do you have a bag of sliced peppers?” Sirius asked as quietly as he could. “She likes to bring treats in case something like this happens and she can try to make a friend,” Remus answered. “Bunnies love bell peppers,” Y/N told them quietly, not taking her eyes off of the bunny.

“Here you go, little friend. Want to try some?” She cooed to the bunny, slowly squatting down so she was closer to the rabbit’s eye level. The bunny stared at her as it twitched it’s nose curiously. “There ya go,” Y/N gently tossed a slice closer to the bunny and it gave a little hop over to the pepper slice before sniffing it. After a moment, the bunny scooted forward a little bit more and began gnawing on the bright red fruit. All three of the teens stayed as still and quiet as they could, and when the bunny was almost finished with its slice, Y/N held out another piece, this time keeping it in her hand to try to get the rabbit to approach her. It took a moment, but the little creature couldn’t resist the treat and it carefully hopped over to her before nervously nibbling in the pepper in her hand. After feeding him a few more slices, Y/N was able to coax the bunny into sitting in her lap and letting her pet him.

“Y/N, you’re a bloody princess. Look at him, he’s enchanted,” Sirius stated in awe at the muggle snuggling a wild bunny. “It’s not enchantment, I wholeheartedly believe you can make anything like you with the right snacks,” Y/N shrugged with a chuckle. “I gave Remus the M&M’s out of my trail mix once and now he comes back to see me every summer.” Sirius laughed out loud as Remus protested, “You know, a little more went into this friendship than just the M&M’s.” “That’s right!” Sirius barked out another laugh, “She also saved your life!” “Ah, yes, we’re all having so much fun laughing at Remus’s expense,” Remus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hold back the smile beginning to grow on his face.

“Hey Y/N/N, do you think I could get her in my lap?” Sirius asked quietly. Y/N turned her head to look at him, “What did you just call me?” she raised an eyebrow. “Y/N/N. I’ve decided it’s your nickname,” he shrugged. Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “I think I like it,” she told him. “Now come over here very slowly and quietly. once you’re next to me and still, I’m going to give you the peppers and see if she’ll want them enough that she goes to you,” Y/N explained. Sirius followed her instructions and before he knew it, the rabbit was cautiously climbing his leg. “This is so cool someone take a picture for my instagram!” he whispered excitedly.

i’m calling her angel because that’s what she is

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_y.n_y.l.n_: oh that’s cute i like it!

remusneedsanap: i did NOT agree to this name

After the rabbit encounter, the teenagers didn’t have much time left until they needed to leave, so they headed back to where the car was parked. “I’m really bummed that we can’t take you into town today,” Y/N told Sirius, glancing in the rear view mirror to see him. “I could ask my dad about the truck?” Remus offered from the passenger seat. “Worst he can say is no,” he shrugged. “Remus I envy you. Imagine ME asking MY DAD to borrow his truck,” Y/N couldn’t help but crack up at that. “No way,” she laughed. “Is your dad really protective of his truck or summat?” Sirius asked. He’d never been brave enough to ask her about her dad before and this felt like an intimate step to him, but Y/N just chuckled and said, ”Yeah, something like that.”

Y/N dropped the boys off back at Remus’s parents cabin and returned the car to Y/N’s mother at 10:50. By 11:02, there was a honk outside of the house and Y/N peeked out her window to see Remus’s dad’s truck in the driveway. “Remus and Sirius are here, and we’re gonna go into town for the day,” Y/N poked her head into her parents room. “I’ll be home by 11!” she hollered as she made her way to the front door. “I can’t believe your dad is letting you drive this thing!” Y/N exclaimed, climbing in the passenger seat and nudging Sirius over to the middle seat. “‘S just a car,” Remus shrugged with a smile and then pushed Sirius back toward Y/N. “The driver gets personal space,” Remus warned Sirius and Y/N. “Yeah, alright scooch on over here, Sirius. We’re gonna get to know each other a little better while mister sensitive enjoys his personal space,”Y/N instructed. Sirius scooted over until his arm and leg were pressed up against Y/N’s. Y/N’s heart started beating a little bit faster in that moment.

“So are we hungry? Do we want to eat now or later?” Y/N asked as Remus pulled into the town limits. “What do you want to do, love?” Remus asked her. “Well, I could eat right now, but I think I’d rather wait until Tony’s opens at 1. Do you guys want to see a movie and then get food?” Y/N offered. Sirius expected them to go back to Y/N’s house to watch a film, but Remus parked the truck on the side of the street and he and Y/N both got out of the car, so Sirius followed. They made their way down the street to a weird looking building with a double sided sign hanging out front. Y/N went ahead up to the counter while Sirius just stood, in awe of this little town she lived in. “Alright mate, we’re about to go inside and watch a film on the biggest screen you’ve ever seen. This is very normal for muggles so play it cool,” Remus quietly instructed him. “Big film. I’m cool,” Sirius repeated, nodding just as Y/N came back.

“Okay, I was going to see what was playing and take a group consensus but then I found out they’re playing JAWS this week, and I decided for all of us that we HAVE to watch it!” Y/N announced excitedly. “Tickets on me, Remus it’s your turns for snacks,” she said, handing each of the boys their ticket to the movie. “At least you picked a decent one this time,” Remus quipped at her, half hoping she would take the bait. She did. “Decent? DECENT?? Steven Spielberg is an absolute genius. What he did with this movie, and so many other movies is-“ Y/N was ready to keep going but Sirius cut her off. “Who is Steven Spielberg? Is he meeting up with us today too?” Sirius asked, Y/N laughed out loud, and Sirius wanted to know what he could do to get her to make that sound again. He really thought she sounded like an angel. “Steven Spielberg is the director of the movie, Sirius. You’re not big into movies are you?” she asked with another laugh. Sirius could only shake his head. He was entranced by her. “We’ll make a movie buff out of you, yet. Someday, you’ll be as snobby as Remus,” she grinned, nudging Remus with her elbow. “Let’s just get inside,” Remus chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Once inside, Remus bought his own snacks and offered to buy Y/N’s and Sirius’s but Sirius insisted on paying for Y/N’s snacks because “she bought his ticket and it was only fair he return the favor.” They settled on sharing a popcorn and a soda and each getting a candy, and then made their way to the theater. Y/N sat between the boys, holding the popcorn in her lap so it was accessible to everyone. Shortly after the teens got settled in their seats, the movie started. As the movie started, everyone dug into their snacks, Y/N and Sirius’s hands innocently grazing against one another. Shy glances passed between the two, unbeknownst to Remus who was immediately engrossed in the movie. At one jump scare, Y/N instinctively grasped Sirius’s hand, and he held onto hers tightly as well. Their fingers stayed intertwined through the rest of the movie.

“Okay that movie was great!” Sirius exclaimed as he burst through the doors out of the theater to the street. “I need a picture of this place for my instagram!” he decided, snapping a picture and posting it immediately.

“you’re gonna need a bigger boat”

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_y.n_y.l.n_: ok jaws enthusiast

sirius.the.dogstar: @_y.n_y.l.n_ it’s my new favorite film!

yourfriend1: @sirius.the.dogstar as it should be king!!

“Y/N, who’s this person calling me “king” and why do I have a bunch of new followers?” Sirius asked as he put his phone away. “My friends probably saw you tag me in that post by the lake and followed you from there. That’s my friend Y/F/N from school, she’s really nice. she’ll hype up all of your posts,” Y/N laughed. “Ah yes, classic Y/F/N,” Remus mused. “Just because she thinks we’re in love doesn’t mean she’s not nice,” Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh,” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “None of my friends at school have guy friends as close as Remus and I so it’s a little difficult for them to understand our dynamic. But we no offense, I could never picture myself in love with you,” Y/N laughed, nudging Remus. “No offense taken because I feel the exact same way,” Remus grinned sarcastically before Y/N perked up. “Let’s go to Tony’s and get some pasta!” She exclaimed, grabbing both of the boys’ hands and pulling them toward the Italian restaurant.

“get in my belly!” - @_y.n_y.l.n_

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_y.n_y.l.n_: AND IT WAS DELICIOUS

remusneedsanap: would you calm down it’s noodles in sauce

_y.n_y.l.n_: @remusneedsanap get out 🤚🏻

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