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something something muggle au but remus is still a werewolf and sirius has grown up through the "late 00s/early 10s vampires and werewolves are incredibly fuckable actually" media phase, and remus is mortified about sirius finding out, but sirius is salivating at the fucking mouth like the perverted little weirdo they are
Something so funny about rereading one's own unfinished fics. Like wow this is pretty good! Almost as if it was written exactly according to what I personally like in fact! Someone should finish it!
something about nancy being the absolute happiest when shes looking at robin all of season five becayse she’s so sick of everyone else and robin believes her and trusts her and cares about nancy as just plain nancy more than anyone else while robin looks her absolute most miserable when nancy tries to sacrifice herself, not when vickie is in danger, not even when steve nearly dies, but when nancy says she’s going to sacrifice herself becayse robin believes in her and knows she’ll do whatever it takes to protect the rest of them
Thinking about little Remus the first time werewolves are mentioned in defence against the dark arts. His shoulders are too small to fit his robes and his hands shake and his feet can’t even touch the ground as he writes about all the ways he’s a monster.
Btw Mary sews a bunch of random outfits for baby Harry, so whenever she babysits James and Lily will walk in to their son dressed like Cher or Dumbledore or smthn.
I just know Hope did not believe the newspaper that was waiting in her mail.
“Sirius Black, former heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, murderer.”
No, Hope thought. Not Sirius. Not the boy who stayed after dinner to help with the dishes. Not the boy who drank tea before bed and always, always remembered exactly how she liked it. Not the boy who laughed too loudly in her kitchen and called her Mrs. Lupin even when she had already told him he could call her just Hope.
No. The newspaper must have gotten it wrong. Because murderers did not send handwritten thank-you notes, and they did not look at her son as if he hung the moon.