HI! So - this is for @violentthunder, who sent me/rec’ed/prompted There Is a Light That Never Goes Out from the Smiths for my little game of songs with V - basically, send me songs that have a word that starts with V in the title. This song doesn’t xD but I’ll allow it because it’s SUCH a Sirius Black Song, that damn.
So - okay. I know the evident route was angst about Sirius in Grimmauld but I took a bit of a detour. The song makes me think of long, long car trips and I went with that - hopefully you’ll like it??? It still has a bit of Angst there for us because... the song, damn.
All my love here for @bubbebruja who helped me with the grammar!!!! Your comments were soooo nice <3333 thank you thank you thank youuuu
Okay so, about the content - there’s smoking here, references to sex, aaand... some illegal activities, you could say? Mild angst since this is within the canonverse/MWPP Era (we could call this a sort-of missing scene? yes?) in some points but I promise you a happy ending, loves! Oh, also there’s like this tiny, tiny metaphor that refers to suicide - but there’s no suicide ideation or thoughts or nothing! it’s just an "artistic” reference/joke... but yeah, please be safe if it triggers you.
Oh also here you have a moodboard too bc I had a bit of time as I waited for my beta and well, decided to put the picture that I had as inspo for it in a better place. IDK (:
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
“Drive, drive, drive!” Sirius yells, bright-eyed and laughing, as he opens the door of the car, casts a spell over his shoulder and throws his bag onto the backseat before closing the passenger door.
Remus doesn’t need to be told twice - he hits the gas and grabs the wheel, his fingers pale as he fumbles with the gear lever. By his side, Sirius lowers the window and starts throwing spell after spell back towards the house, even though Remus doesn’t see anyone. He guesses the whole display of magic is not necessary, but hey, you won’t see him complaining about extra measures. Not when it comes to people like the Blacks.
Blood pumps furiously through Remus’ body as the car picks up speed on the dirt road, leaving yellow clouds of dust behind them. He can almost feel his dilated pupils and the roar of adrenaline in his ears. He’s so high on the moment that he thinks he would be able to sense a car chasing them miles and miles before seeing it in the rear-view mirror.
Not that any car is going to follow them. Not that the Blacks own anything Muggle. And based on what Sirius said when planning this hit, none of them should have been in the summer house that Sirius just stripped of some quality magical objects, Moony, that they absolutely don’t deserve.
He’s not sure how long it goes before he realizes he’s smiling without meaning to, as he hums some tune that he doesn’t remember where he heard. Both his hands are on the steering wheel, fingertips tapping fast to the rhythm of a song he can’t pinpoint. The afternoon sun makes half his face and his right arm feel feverish, and his right eye waters from the brightness. When he looks at the passenger seat, Sirius is looking back at him with a big smile, his cheek against the headrest and his hair plastered to his sweaty skin. His feet are up on the dashboard and his fingers drum his knee with the same rhythm that Remus’ is humming.
Remus wants to kiss him, to stop the fucking car and kiss him; he wants to climb on his lap, and kiss him short and dry, and then slow and dizzying, and then kiss him some more, but that’s not how this thing between them works. Sirius is the one that comes to him, Sirius is the one that climbs into his bed at night, and then loses interest for a couple of weeks; Sirius is the one that asks him to go for a fag so they can end up pressed against a tree in the backyard of the Potters’, panting and laughing, before heading back to the house and acting like nothing happened. Sirius is the one that apparates outside his home in the middle of the night to throw rocks at his window and make Remus’ heart beat like crazy and then graze their fingers together while they sit awkwardly side by side on Remus’ bed after a hushed fumble because my parents are right across the hall, Sirius, shut the fuck up, please.
Sirius is not the one with the wildest plans and adventures out of the four of them, and he is the one that decided he wanted Remus to plan this particular hit - because he’s the only one that drives and had a car he could borrow, he repeats to himself, to try to stop his mind reeling with idiotic ideas; and Sirius wanted a car because he knew that, in case we were followed, his family would actually have more trouble with a Muggle car than with brooms.
And still… well, Sirius was the one that asked Remus to go with him to the Black’s old countryside house, just a couple of hours away from Remus’ home, to retrieve some magical objects. He’s the one that made Remus wait for him as his getaway car, without telling James or Peter, because just you and me this time, Moony, what do you say?
And of course Remus had said yes.
“All good?” Remus asks Sirius, turning his eyes back to the road.
“Peachy,” Sirius answers happily, although Remus cannot tell if it’s because of the adrenaline or genuine emotion. Sirius is so fucking good at concealing. “Want a fag?” he asks then, already with two cigarettes playing between his fingers, so Remus just nods and watches out of the corner of his eye as Sirius lights them together in his mouth before putting one between Remus’ lips.
They smoke in silence as Remus keeps driving. Remus decides to turn on the radio. Sirius turns around to pull objects out of his bag and explains to Remus what they do or mean, what use he wants to give them. Remus can feel the changes of tone, from nostalgic happiness when an object makes Sirius think of Regulus, to anger when he implies one was used to hurt people, to hidden pain and misery when he talks about his parents.
Remus lets himself relax, even if they are moving into topics they usually don’t talk about together - not just the two of them. Still, Remus feels that Sirius needs to say these things more than he needs any response, so he just falls into step, laughing when he’s expected, joking back when he remembers to do it, humming thoughtfully or furrowing his bows when he doesn’t know what to say. The adrenaline is still thrumming through his veins, but if twenty minutes ago his thoughts felt close to the surface, non-existent, just an echo of actions, movement sun-in-my-eyes-drive-drive-drive, now they feel like a buzz, an almost-there buzz, that has barely a form, but a form nonetheless.
They move from side road to side road, following a pre-established escape route through areas Remus has never been before. It'll take them almost three extra hours to get to Remus' home, but better safe than sorry, he thinks. From there, they’ll be able to Floo to the Potters where they can hide the objects better, given the number of magical protections in the house. Remus doesn’t care about the extra time - more time with Sirius is always fine.
He sighs and glances around. The yellow-gold fields, the brown cropped-down areas, and the soft-looking patches of vibrant green make the drive feel like a dream, with a never-changing scenery of just countryside, countryside, countryside, where the two of them fit in like it was meant for them, with his mom’s tiny red car, uncomfortable seats and all, taking them through no-time, no-space, where not even words are needed.
It’s a bit like a movie, a bit like a dream. It’s a feeling that not even magic can beat, he thinks.
Their cigarettes have long since burnt down, the ashes and stubs in the tray of the car, keeping the ugly smell around. They sat silently while smoking, silently after that, silently as the minutes slide by with just the music between them. It’s alright, things are sometimes like that with them. Remus doesn’t worry as he keeps his eyes firmly on the spindly and curvy road. He’s starting to feel like his body is made of lead, the adrenaline punch wearing off. Sirius seems to be dozing on and off, his face still turned towards Remus.
The light slowly turns orange and blue as the sun starts to set. Remus eyelids are heavy and his body is heavy and soft at the same time. He hums the songs from the radio, and at his side, he hears Sirius sigh.
“Cows,” Sirius says softly all of a sudden, as he quietly sits back up. Remus blinks back at him with a questioning look. “Cows, Moony - right there,” he says, still sounding half asleep and tired.
Remus takes a glance to his right, and indeed, cows. He furrows his brow, trying to understand what this is about.
“I’ve never seen cows up close,” Sirius adds, falling back down into the seat, a small smile on his lips. “Pureblood, remember? We Flooed everywhere, and wherever we went, it was always a wizards’ place. So no cows,” he says, shrugging.
“Oh,” Remus says, and he slowly stops the car. The herd of cows is so big that there are still some close by. One of them, Remus would swear, blinks back at them and seems to be debating if it wants to come closer or not.
Sirius doesn’t get out of the car, but stays sitting, looking at Remus. Remus shuffles in his seat and looks back at him, confused.
“Er. You want to… go see them up close?”
Sirius is looking at him intently, and Remus wants to laugh and frown and ask him what’s going on, but Sirius just shakes his head.
“Nah, not really,” he says, and he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and Remus can only not think about kissing Sirius for a certain amount of time, with the help of the Gods. It’s not that his embarrassment at how immediate his thoughts go to kissing Sirius matters much though, because Sirius’ eyes spark as they follow Remus’ gaze and in a second, Sirius’ hand is on his neck, gently pulling him in, as he shuffles over the gearstick and handbrake.
Sirius’ breath is deep and fast, his eyes are dark and hard. He looks - he looks like a mystery, like some puzzle that Remus will never fully get. He looks tired and old, and young and happy. He has desire in his eyes and anger and pain under that, and there’s only so much that Remus can take of that.
They kiss sloppily and messily, hungry and desperate, and the break half stabs Remus as he shuffles to try to get closer and he slams his knee against the steering wheel, and it’s perfect, and it’s terrible, like a storm ready to shatter the Earth.
Sirius’ fingers are pushing against Remus’ skull, and his mouth tastes like tobacco and hunger and salt from his sweat, and as he pulls back to look into Remus’ eyes, his other hand grabs Remus’ leg like it’s the last log of a sinking ship.
“I wish it were always like this,” Sirius says, against his mouth, dark eyes and harsh expression and Remus has never been more lost about what’s going on. The words take a second to sink in and when they do, they sting and push something ugly inside his guts - because Sirius is the one that leaves, Sirius is the one that comes but also the one that goes, Sirius is the one that leaves Remus wanting for always like this, so when Sirius leans back for another kiss, Remus pushes back, grabbing Sirius’ arms with a tight grip. He’s not pushing him away, not yet. Just showing, waiting, threatening.
“What do you mean,” he asks, but it’s harsh and cold and he’s tired after driving for hours in silence, so it comes out bitten down, bitter, desperate, full of longing - fucking pathetic, he thinks.
Sirius frowns but he doesn’t pull away.
“I mean that I want you,” he answers, firm and dry too, his chin raised and his hands still on Remus’ neck and thigh, but not applying any pressure anymore. His eyes move around Remus’ face, up, down, left, right, eyes, mouth, nose, eyes, mouth. His lips get tighter and tighter, forming a blood-drained line, but he doesn’t pull back.
Remus wants to laugh, or cry, or maybe take his wand out and throw Sirius’ bag out of the window and force Sirius out of his car and tell him to fuck off and drive back home to curl into a ball on his bed. Instead, he tightens his grip on Sirius’ arms.
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” he says, and he wants to yell at Sirius when he looks back at him with disbelief, but he’s too tired, too done with all of this, whatever this mess between them is, so he just ignores Sirius and pushes forward: “what I mean is - we are already friends, and we already fuck whenever you want, so - what else is there to want?”
Sirius’ frown gets deeper and deeper as Remus talks, and this time, he does attempt to snatch his hands away. Remus lets him back away. He always lets him, so what’s one more time.
Sirius opens his mouth, but he then closes it. He frowns again, and tilts his head to the side, to push it against the headrest.
Remus hates himself a bit for loving him so much.
“What I mean is that I love you, Remus,” Sirius says in the end, that frown still on his face. “I thought you knew how I feel about you. I mean I’m in love with you. I thought that asking you to raid my family’s house was a clear enough sign.”
Remus laughs at that - properly laughs. Sirius doesn’t, but there’s a glint in his eyes that tells Remus that he realizes how absurd this all is. Like this day needed to get anymore dream-like, like it needs more movie-like qualities, like it needs to turn into a fucking romantic movie instead of being an action one; or maybe a fucking film noir or some other pretentious genre where he ends up with his heart broken and society shunning him, where at the end maybe the camera zooms onto his face or the scene changes to a train leaving the station before crows start cawing, or a tree with a man hanging from it.
“What - let’s break the law together’ spells ‘oh, by the way, I’m in love with you’, somehow?” he says, air quoting with his fingers as he keeps laughing.
Sirius grins back at him, nodding.
“I’m sure it does somehow. I think it might also spell something like ‘let’s be together’ and ‘let’s fuck in every corner of Hogwarts’, and ‘move in with me next year’, but I’m sure we can see if the letters fit like that later. Wouldn’t want to put that head of yours in a twist with too many anagrams at once,” he says, with a big smile that Remus knows - he knows. It hides uncertainty and fear and covers them with self-sufficiency and false confidence.
Still, Remus’ head swims with the words, and he can feel his mouth hanging open, but the only thing he can manage to say is “oh.” Sirius’ smile threatens to fall from his face, so Remus shakes his head and rushes, “alright,” he says, and swallows, looking at the hand break, dizzy with emotions and maybe magic and who knows what else. “Yeah, alright. I’m in. Let’s - let’s be together. Let’s - let’s fuck in Hogwarts' corners, and let’s… let’s talk more about all of this later,” he adds in the end, lamely, too scared of even thinking of a life together, made for the two of them - a flat, or a house, maybe even a fucking cat.
When he looks up, Sirius is smiling back at him, no longer against the headrest, but close enough for Remus to just shift his head and kiss him again, sweetly, softly, heavily.
“Backseat?” Sirius mumbles after a bit, his hair mussed and his breathing a mess. Remus nods, just as breathless.
“Backseat,” he says, pulling away to open his door and stumble out of the car.
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much like sidney , luke shows not only the passage of time but also great lengths of character development through his appearance in all four films . his growth in age is not the only thing physically presented here . the steady , sometimes subtle changes to luke’s appearance are the strongest signifier of his growth as a character as he evolves throughout the franchise .
at the start of the series , lucas’ grief is conveyed heavily through his wardrobe . he’s eighteen at this point in time , with nowhere to go but downhill . he’s been spiraling since his mother died , and his wardrobe , especially when compared to that of sidney’s ( or any of the main cast , really ) shows this .
throughout the first film , luke is found strictly in dark neutrals - blacks , greys , dark blue jean . his signature staple wardrobe pieces are leather jackets , dark baggy jeans , oversized hoodies that he can practically disappear into , and t - shirts displaying the years’ popular rock and metal bands . his fashion choices not only convey the literal darkness of the hole he’s dug himself , but also allows him to practically hide in his clothing the way he hides from others due to his quiet nature .
it’s also in the first film that we get a glimpse of a particular luke accessory . whereas the other characters have some iconic jewelry and accessory pieces to convey their characters , luke wears a single silver necklace hidden almost completely under his shirts . fans will only ever notice the chain , and will never know the significance of the piece until much later in the franchise , in scream three .
scream two marks the tradition of giving luke less and less screen time . while he undergoes quite a lot of development through the remainder of the films , most is done off screen in favor of putting sidney’s character at the forefront .
luke finds himself stuck in woodsboro , aiding his father after the grueling events of the first film . sidney is away at college , something luke knows he’d be pursuing as well if it weren’t for the undying dread he feels in the pit of his stomach that something bad might just happen again . he shows up at the college once he hears about the murders at the movie theater , set on checking in on and protecting sidney , though his character is hardly utilized in the film .
his wardrobe brightens , becomes more mature and refined . luke’s wardrobe shows his subtle aging , his path into adulthood and finding his place as more of a caretaker character . less black is utilized in his clothing as he opens up more as a person , though still remains big enough to curl into as he hasn’t completely shedded that shy nature quite yet .
speaking of hardly utilized , lucas is practically a side character by scream three . his appearance in the film is basically just a quick cameo role , fan service much like randy’s involvement with the film .
by this point luke is living in new york , finally in college like he’d hoped for earlier — it’s a big step for him , leaving his father and sidney behind to give himself the opportunity to grow and fend for himself , something that he hasn’t had the chance to do before now .
he’s matured greatly since the first and second film , opting for bright neutrals in his closet with hardly any black . he no longer hides in his clothing and is much more open and approachable . we see how luke has changed drastically from a broken kid to someone who’s much more confident and sure of himself .
within the last act of the film , roman gets his hands on luke — obviously , because there was certainly no way he’d target one twin and leave the other be , right ? it’s in the final act , during the altercation with roman that fans are finally given an answer to what’s centered on luke’s necklace , hidden under his shirts for two whole films before this : a small silver charm that once resided on a bracelet of his mothers’ with the letters L & S engraved into it .
luke , much like sidney , wears more refined , matured pieces come scream four ( for obvious reasons ) . and also like sidney , the pieces feel like him , changed to fit with the time and his age but still have similar color schemes , fits , and styles to his outfits in the first three movies .
the fourth scream film shows an incredible amount of character growth for luke . he’s become much more confident , remaining in new york after the events of the third film and becoming an emt . he’s a dedicated father , especially considering he’s a working single dad and has broken his dependency for sidney in a healthy way . fans were happily surprised by the change for luke . only time will tell how his character will expand in the future ...
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