a poetic mess

All kinds of stuff happen here

[moonytoast34]

wolfstar meet-ugly where the only way remus will make his rent this month is if he sells some of his record collection. the man who buys them comes to pick them up and is the most breathtaking man remus has ever layed eyes on - not to mention he obviously has excellent taste in music. except remus can't seem to focus on the adonis in front of him because he's too busy sniffling and trying not to burst into tears while handing off his precious collection that he has spent years curating.

then you have sirius just standing there panicking because of this adorably soggy man in front of him struggling to hand over his records. of course sirius can't take them from him and ends up just shoving the money into remus' hands (along with his number) and taking off without the stack of vinyl (even though there was a limited edition bowie that he was really excited for in there)

[wowza8]

yeah it’s actually canon that the Marauders got drunk and went skinny dipping one night, and they all started obnoxiously whistling and fanning themselves when Remus took off his shirt, I know this cuz I was a fish in the lake.

[kingstarkingslay]

Seeing that couple who got engaged on the Empire State Building after what started as a protest gave me the most INSANE Wolfstar AU idea!!

An AU where anti-werewolf legislation has reached a breaking point. Remus has become one of the leading voices of the movement. Every protest is met with Ministry enforcers, riot shields, dispersal orders, and the constant threat of arrests. Sirius is there every single protest. Always. He's the one standing beside Remus with a sign that says something like “Werewolf Rights Are Human Rights ” or “ My Partner Deserves Better ”

The Ministry keeps declaring the demonstrations unlawful. Magical Law Enforcement officers arrive in riot gear. Protesters are chanting. Remus is halfway through leading a chant when the officers begin advancing.

"Disperse immediately!"

People start running. Banners fall. Someone sets off purple smoke. James is yelling for everyone to stay together. Dorcas is shielding people with Protego. And then…..

Sirius grabs Remus's wrist. Remus thinks they're escaping. Instead Sirius pulls him into the middle of the street.

"Sirius, what are you—?"

And Sirius drops to one knee. Right there. While alarms are blaring. While enchanted barriers are cracking overhead. While everyone is shouting. Remus is horrified.

"Have you completely lost your mind?!"

Sirius just laughs because yes, probably.

"They're trying to tell us our future doesn't exist."

"They're trying to tell us people like you don't deserve families."

"So I'd rather they remember that today..."

"...they watched me ask you to build one with me."

And then cue to absolute silence from everyone nearby. Even the officers pause for a second because......what? One of the protesters starts cheering. Another starts filming with a magical camera. Someone yells, "SAY YES, REMUS!"

Remus is crying so hard he can't even answer. He just drops to his knees too and kisses Sirius. The crowd absolutely erupts.

The proposal becomes the image associated with the movement, not because it's about romance, but because it's an act of defiance. The newspapers print the photograph of Sirius kneeling in the middle of a protest, ring held up, while riot shields and banners fill the background. The headline the next day says :

"Love Refuses to Disperse." (or something else like that)

And the thing is Sirius knew there was a genuine chance they'll be arrested that day. He's had the ring in his pocket for weeks and decides, If we're both going to spend the night in Ministry cells, I'm not waiting any longer.

He tells Remus afterward:

"I don't know what tomorrow looks like anymore.

But I know I want every tomorrow I do get to have... with you."

This was genuinely just a completely unhinged plot bunny that popped into my head after those Empire State Building proposal posts kept showing up on my dash, and I had to tell someone. I have no idea if this is a one-shot or a full AU, or if I'll ever write it myself, but if anyone does... please know I'd read the hell out of it!!

[outromoonyy]

"Moony and I decided that if we're both still single at thirty, we're going to marry each other."

James choked on his pumpkin juice. Lily, who had been lazily playing with the ends of James’s hair, froze. 

"You what?" James wheezed.

"It’s a pact," Sirius explained casually, reaching over to steal a piece of bacon off Remus’s plate. Remus didn't even look up from his book; he just automatically shifted his plate an inch closer to Sirius so it would be easier for him to reach. "If we hit thirty and neither of us has found a wife, we'll just tie the knot. For tax purposes. And because I can't cook."

Lily stared at them. She looked at Sirius, who was currently wearing one of Remus’s jumpers, and then at Remus, who was using Sirius’s knee as an armrest.

"Right," she snorted. "A pact."

"Yeah," Remus mumbled. "It’s practical. We already know we can tolerate each other."

"Tolerate," James repeated, incredulous. "Sirius, you literally threatened to hex a first-year yesterday because they bumped into Remus in the corridor."

"He was moving entirely too fast," Sirius defended, looking genuinely offended. "Moony has bad joints."

"And Remus," Lily continued. "You spent three hours last week mending a tear in Sirius's jacket by hand because he claimed the reparo charm makes the leather 'feel itchy.'"

"He has very sensitive skin, Lily," Remus defended. "You know he only sleeps on silk pillowcases."

James rubbed his face with both hands, looking like he was rapidly losing his grip on reality. 

"You two have lived in each other’s pockets for six years. You pushed your beds together since fourth year, you sign your Christmas cards together, Sirius only lets you cut his hair and refuses to study unless his feet are resting in your lap. Yesterday, I watched Sirius eat a piece of toast directly out of Remus's hand."

"My nails were drying," Sirius argued. "I couldn't risk smudging the polish." 

"You're already married!" James exclaimed, throwing his arms up. "You just haven't signed the paperwork! I feel like I'm third-wheeling a sixty-year marriage every time I sit in my own dormitory!" 

Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes at Remus. "We are not inviting him to the wedding.”

James put his head down on the table and refused to speak for the rest of breakfast.

[moonyhowlsforthestars]

Remus curling up on the potters' couch after a full moon and everyone is careful not to disturb him. When Harry asks Lily and James about what happened they just tell him he is sick. So now Harry is is doing all the stuff Lily does to him when he is sick. Placing his hand on Remus's forehead even though the one year old has so idea what it's for. Placing a wet towel on said forehead. Placing a thermometer in Remus's mouth and reading the random numbers with full seriousness. Pestering his mom to make Remus warm soup which she already made in the first place. Harry covering Remus with his favourite blanket and surrounding him with stuffed toys and sticking stickers on his hands and face whispering 'get well soon uncle moony' under his breath.

[outromoonyy]

"You bought the entire building?"

"It was a sound financial investment," Sirius said quickly.

Remus stood by the glass, holding his mug of tea and watching a team of goblins magically board up the bakery across the street. "Sirius, you hate real estate."

"People change."

"And I liked that bakery." Remus took a sip of tea. "The bloke who works there always gives me extra éclairs. Just yesterday, he was telling me I have nice eyes, and he asked if I wanted to get dinner—"

Sirius’s hand twitched, and the teacup he was holding shattered into a dozen pieces.

"Which is exactly why the place had to go!" Sirius snapped, vanishing the shards with a flick of his wand. "The man was giving you free éclairs. Do you know what that means?"

"That he was nice?"

"No, it means he wanted something."

Remus blinked. "I think he was just being polite, Sirius. He seemed very genuine."

Sirius made a noise that definitely wasn’t human. He marched over to the window, pressing his forehead against the glass as he glared down at the now-jobless baker standing bewildered on the pavement. "Polite? He touched your hand when he gave you your change on Tuesday! He lingered! For three entire seconds!"

"I think he was just trying not to drop the sickles," Remus reasoned, completely missing the jealousy radiating off his best friend. "Anyway, it’s a shame. Where am I going to get my bread now?"

"I will bake you bread," Sirius blurted out. "I will hire a team of personal, highly-trained French chefs to live in your kitchen. You will never need another carbohydrate from that idiot as long as you live."

Remus looked at him, deeply confused by this sudden passion for culinary independence. "Okay. If you insist. What are you putting in the building instead, then?"

"A warded facility for very dangerous carnivorous plants," Sirius growled, watching the baker walk away. "If he wants to give you another éclair, he can risk losing a limb for it."

Remus paused, his mug stopping halfway to his lips. "Wait."

Sirius froze.

"You weren't with me on Tuesday," Remus said slowly. "How did you know he touched my hand?"

Sirius turned slowly from the window, looking suddenly cornered.

Remus looked at the boarded-up bakery, then back at his friend. "Sirius... did you buy a building just to stop me from going on a date?"

Sirius swallowed hard, his gaze flicking away for a moment before returning to Remus.

He locked eyes with him.

"And I would do it again."

[lowkregulusblack]

Mary's periods are always late and every single time she goes to Lily sobbing saying she's too young to be pregnant (her period starts the next day)

[mossy-of-the-valley]

and shes a lesbian btw. theres zero percent chance shes pregnant but she says "im a mary! i could be burdened with the next miraculous birth!"

[hkxox]

rockstar sirius, whose bracelet gets snagged on remus's sweater, when he's passing by him or something and as he tries to remove it, he tries to make small talk with remus, who is this blushing, stuttering mess, because this literal angel like man is so close, talking to him, and he smells soo good, and sirius sees this and thinks who is this loser....i want him

[ricochetyears]

do you think remus would stutter A LOT while he is confessing to sirius/asking him to be his valentine while they are teenagers??? flushed cheeks and nervous stutter remus lupin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes omg! thank you for this ask, i actually love this idea sm

i think it happens on a random tuesday in february, maybe even not on the actual day (because remus overthinks everything and decides valentine’s itself is too performative). they’re in the dorm room because sirius claimed he “needed help with history notes” (they both know it’s bullshit). remus has been practicing the words in his head for three weeks, but when sirius flops onto the bed beside him, close enough that their shoulders brush, everything collapses. his hands are shaking so badly when he blurts, “sirius, i—i’ve been meaning to—fuck, sorry—would you… maybe…”

remus’ cheeks go nuclear the second the words start tumbling out. the flush starts at his neck, creeps up under his faded jumper collar, and settles high on his cheekbones like he’s been running in the cold. he can’t look sirius in the eye at first, so he stares at sirius’ socks instead, stuttering through half-sentences, “i know it’s stupid and probably not—i mean you don’t have to… it’s just that i like—really like the way you laugh at my shit jokes and—okay, i think i’m ruining this.”

sirius is frozen at first, grey eyes wide, but remus keeps going because the silence is worse. he rambles about tiny specific things: how sirius always saves him the window seat on the train even when he’s late, the way he dog-ears pages in remus’ borrowed books with little sarcastic notes, how his jacket smells great when they share it during rainy walks home. every third word catches, his voice cracking on the vulnerable parts. he’s so flushed and stuttery that he starts gesturing awkwardly with one hand while the other clutches his backpack strap like a lifeline. “i—i’ve liked you for ages, longer than—than is probably healthy. and if you don’t, that’s fine, i just—i needed you to know before i exploded or something”. the exploded comes out so small and mortified that sirius finally cracks a soft smile.

remus’ ears are burning, too. he keeps pushing his hair out of his face even though it’s not in the way, a nervous tic that makes sirius want to reach out immediately. he stutters out, “will you… be my valentine? or… you know, boyfriend. boyfriend is way better than a valentine. or, um—or you could be both. or whatever you want. i’m not picky. just—just yours”.

sirius, instead of teasing (for once), gently takes one of those shaking hands and says, “damn, moony. took you long enough”. remus stays pink for the next hour, hiding his face in sirius’ shoulder when the reality hits. sirius presses gentle kisses to the burning skin of his cheekbones and temple to calm him down.

later that evening they end up walking to the corner shop for cheap chocolate and crisps, remus still faintly flushed every time sirius swings their joined hands. he keeps glancing sideways like he expects sirius to change his mind, but sirius just tugs him into a quiet alley behind the shop and kisses him properly for the first time. remus’ hands are still shaky when they cup sirius’ face.

the rest of the week remus is still quietly flustered every time sirius calls him “my valentine” or “my boy” in public, ears going pink again. but sirius starts collecting those flushed moments, with kissing the heat on remus’ cheeks in the empty stairwell and tracing the edge of remus’ flushed jaw while they talk.

long after, remus admits the stutter was so bad because he practiced in the mirror for days and still couldn’t get it right. but it doesn’t really matter, because sirius still adores that version of him (and any other versions too).

[emberemberhearts]

maybe in another universe, sirius would grin and catcall, “stripping right in the middle of the bedroom now, are we moony?” and maybe in another universe remus would roll his eyes and sigh, “we’ve been married for 20 years padfoot.”

[mydearestmoonyy]

remus, bored at work or trapped on a phone call, absentmindedly drawing sirius’s tattoos from memory on the backs of receipts, notebook margins, scraps of paper

he also tests new pens with writing sirius’s name

[casuallll-microfics]

Don’t tell anyone but I made Sirius American for this😬

Here’s a cute little human high school reunion post based on the song Half of My Hometown.

982 words (no I don’t care what micro means), Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Wolfstar, high school reunion, and a mean old Karen who goes by Pauline

Remus gets a glass of white at the open bar of the country club he’s been dragged to, thanking grapes for the alcohol to get him through this. It’s grounding, makes his skin feel less itchy as he saddles up to a high-top table to put the glass down for a moment while he takes his sport coat off.

That is, of course, until someone approaches him.

“Hi, I’m the Class President of ‘01, I just wanted introduce myself since I don’t recognize your face. Are you here with someone?”

Remus smiles thinly.

“Remus Lupin,” he offers, putting his hand out for her to shake. “And yes, I am.”

He doesn’t offer who for multiple reasons. First is that he can tell she’s taken by his accent, and the second is that he wants to see what information he can get out of her, a fact aided entirely by the first.

“Pauline McCrae. You have a lovely accent, where are you from?”

“Wales. It’s on the southwest side of England.”

She nods along, and he highly doubts she even knows Wales exists, let alone where England is.

“Has your ‘01 grad introduced you to anyone yet?”

“No, he got carried away pretty quickly by old… friends,” Remus settles on the word, feeling it stick in his throat.

“That’s so lovely. Since he decided to neglect you, I’ll fill you in.”

Pauline continues to go on about former classmates of hers for nearly five minutes before she catches sight of Sirius and sighs dreamily.

“God, we were all devastated when he left. His name’s Sirius Black, yes, of that Black family. His father was a New York Congressman for a while, as red as could be, and his mother was as much of an heiress as people can be here in the states. We don’t have nobility,” she explains to him like he’s either stupid or never visited before.

Like he isn’t bloody married to somebody here.

“But like I said, all the girls were just heart-broken when he left, and you can see why,” she offers like this is some kind of secret, “Oh, it was so tragic. He ran away right after he graduated and took his brother with him. Took the Blacks too long to find him, and by then the brother was eighteen and a legal adult of his own.”

Remus follows along politely, sipping his wine at an alarming rate.

“We expected more, really. To at least marry one of the girls here instead of going off to a foreign country and marrying whoever he’s brought with him tonight. I mean… marrying a foreigner? Nothing against you, of course, but when you’re that drop-dead gorgeous, you should try and settle, not run out on the family that raised and fed you.”

Remus can’t help it. He snorts, finding this whole song-and-dance amusing. All these people care about is gossip, and he’s only talked to one of them.

“Pauline!” Comes a familiar voice from Remus’ right, and he sees the Sirius Black saunter up to them.

“Sirius! How lovely to see you again after so long. No one has been able to keep up with you, it’s a shame.”

Sirius grins, then turns to Remus and grins, sliding over to his side and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I see you’ve met my husband, Remus? I took his name ages ago, so we may have been hard to find on social media.”

Pauline is pure white. Clearly the red in Sirius’ father was a compliment to him, not a statement of poor judgement. Remus has never been pure anything. To be human, one must be complex. People like this are merely… whatever Teddy calls the characters he doesn’t control in his video games.

“You two-” her voice cracks causing her to literally turn on her heel and walk away.

“Was she bothering you?” Sirius bids, placing his hands on Remus’ neck, stroking his jaw.

“Not at all. I found her quite amusing, actually.”

“God, what did she tell you about me?”

“That you broke everyone’s heart when you up and left and betrayed your family to marry a foreigner and steal the youngest Black child, to boot.”

Sirius grins, wild and amused.

“She didn’t know who you were?”

“Not until you came over, no.”

Remus loves the way Sirius cackles, laughs, or does anything really. He puts his hands on his waist and gives him a polite kiss, then looks around at a good chunk of the crowd staring at them.

“Have your fun, yet, cariad? I can think of better things to do.”

“I suppose so. Everyone is just as I remember them… soulless trust-fund babies who now have babies of their own by some miracle of genealogy.”

Tucking his arm around Sirius’ waist as he chugs the rest of his wine, Remus starts to walk as he leans over and whispers, “How much inbreeding is happening here, do you think?”

“Oh, fuck. I mean, mum and dad were second cousins, but this isn’t Alabama.”

Remus has no idea what that means and just chuckles.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby. Now, what do you say we go back to the hotel? I’ve had enough of these idiots, and I want to ravish my husband before we go back home to Teds being in the house.”

Remus can’t help but agree and let’s the possessiveness wash over him. He loves that Wales is now home for them both. And for Regulus, who fit into James and Lily’s relationship like he’d always been there.

“Why did we even come if we were just going to leave two hours in?”

Sirius barks a laugh and pulls up one of Remus’ hands to his mouth to kiss it.

“To cause a scandal, of course. Which you, my love, have just brilliantly done.”

Remus sighs, but smiles anyways. Of course.

[3lectracuted]

mechanic sirius, hair tied up loosely with a pencil shoved through, overalls tied at the waist, filthy white tank top, cig hanging from the side of his mouth, motor oil stained fingers, strong as hell, another cig tucked behind his ear for later, black eyeliner, ac/dc filtering out of the radio clipped on his hip

remus who just needed an oil change but has now gone weak at the knees and lightheaded

remus now needs a whole lot more than just an oil change

[ghostlynocturnalspirit]

i love the idea of remus not going to hogwarts, because there is no war brewing and therefore dumbledore doesn't think it necessary to groom a young boy so he can have a werewolf in his ranks. everything else (kinda) stays the same. sirius still runs away, inofficially becoming effie's son and the second potter boy. peter finds his true dream is to become a pastry chef and fights for the house-elves' rights, james and lily figure their shit out and get haz, mary finds her happiness and marlene realizes she's in love with her quidditch rival dorcas.

anyway, life's good, but sirius kind of feels a bit alone sometimes since harry's taking up so much of james' time nowadays (sirius absolutely adores the kid but you know, everything is suddenly about family. where is the adventure?). since he's reconciled with his little brother (finally) he has the task of finding a birthday present for him, so he's walking around diagon alley, looking for something that could make the little shit happy for once.

and then he sees it, a little bookshop crammed in between two popular stores. the sign above the door reads blackthorn's books. it doesn't have as many customers as the stores beside it but it looks like a place regulus would adore. sirius walks in and realizes that it's gonna be impossible to find anything in here. he doesn't know a single thing about books, really, and there are books not only on the shelves but stacked in heaps on the floor. it's chaos, but beautiful chaos, if you're into reading and all that, he supposes.

then he sees the man behind the counter. the first thing he notices is the scars. his face and sleeveless arms are covered in them, making him look handsome in this sort of rougish and rugged way. he's sitting down on a stool, reading, and yet he's taller than sirius still. everything is quiet in here, making him feel like he's walked into some seperate world. sirius coughs into his hand and tries to get his attention.

when the man looks up his breath his taken away. he has the prettiest hazel eyes he has ever seen. the man blushes and puts the book down, immediately standing and showing his real height. sirius has to crane his neck to look up at him. he looks adorable as he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck.

"excuse me, i didn't notice you there. what can i help you with?"

his accent is a bit strange; northern. sirius opens his mouth but finds that he has to clear his throat before any sound can come out.

"uh-- i'm looking for a book..."

the man's amused, lopsided smile, pulls on the scar that crosses his mouth and sirius can't help but stare, wanting to kiss this stranger half a minute into seeing him.

"yeah, i'd reckon you are. what kind of book?"

okay. think think think. what books do regulus usually read?

"something like rebecca, or jane eyre..."

the man looks surprised. pleasantly so.

"not often someone comes in saying their favorite books are of the muggle sort. but well, i think i have a good recommendation. read it last week, actually."

... and then sirius trails after remus into the bookstore and they fall in love!!! because sirius keeps coming back, pretending he loves to read and has the attention span for it!!! and regulus is super suspicious about why he's suddenly getting so many random gifts and why sirius is looking so dreamy!!! and then sirius becomes an illegal animagus for remus and they frolick happily in the woods together!!!

[wowza8]

hc that whenever Sirius even glances at a slightly attractive man in passing, James will pretend to be shocked and say he’s “telling Moony”, just to tease him.

[epsilonblack]

Sirius sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. His bandages still itched, tight and bulky around his wrists, but he left them alone. Across the room, Barty lay on his stomach, his feet kicking lazily in the air as he scribbled furiously in his crayon filled notebook.

“Hey,” Sirius said softly.

Barty didn’t look up. “Hey, hey, hey.”

Sirius hesitated. “They gave me more labels today."

That got Barty’s attention. He turned his head, expression unreadable. “Labels? Like soup cans? Or the kind they stick on your back when you’re not looking?”

“The second one, probably.”

Barty rolled onto his side. “What flavor are you, then?”

“Bipolar. Borderline.” Sirius shrugged. “I’m apparently a human mood swing with abandonment issues.”

Barty stared at him. “That’s a very dramatic soup. Bit spicy.”

Sirius snorted in spite of himself.

“They said I’m emotionally unstable. That I feel too much. That I panic when people leave me. And it’s all true. But it still hurts, hearing it out loud.”

Barty slowly sat up, letting his journal fall shut. “They said I have schizophrenia. Did you know that? Voices, visions, wild things. They think I’m bonkers. I am, probably. But they’re not wrong.”

He leaned forward, oddly serious. “But you? You’re just… a cracked glass. Still sharp. Still beautiful. Just fragile in places.”

Sirius blinked at him. “That’s weirdly poetic.”

“I’m an artist,” Barty said simply, picking up his red crayon again. “All of us are just shattered things trying not to cut each other.”

Sirius lay back on his pillow, exhausted. “I hate how much that makes sense.”

Barty began to draw again, humming softly under his breath. After a while, he said, “I’m glad you’re still here.”

“Me too,” Sirius whispered.

And for a moment, the silence between them was almost comforting.

It was late, the ward quiet except for the irritating buzz of the hallway lights and the occasional soft shuffle of staff rounds. Sirius lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, sleep eluding him again. Barty sat cross-legged on the floor, drawing against the side of his own bed with a crayon, the paper pressed to his knee.

“Your boyfriend came again today,” Barty said quietly.

Sirius turned his head, his voice rough. “Yeah. He did.”

Barty didn’t look up. “He always comes. Brings you coffee. Talks to the nurses. Smiles like it’s not hurting him inside.”

Sirius blinked slowly, throat tight.

“You’re lucky,” Barty said. His voice cracked a little, soft but trembling at the edges. “My boyfriend used to visit. He brought me sweets once. He said he’d wait.”

Sirius didn’t say anything.

“But he doesn’t come anymore.” Barty’s hand stopped moving, the crayon stilled mid-line. “He’s dead. They told me he died.”

There was a long pause.

“I still see him, though,” Barty murmured. “Sometimes he’s in the corner. Sometimes outside the window. I draw him, so I don’t forget.”

He lifted the journal and turned it toward Sirius, revealing a sketch... delicate, almost angelic, of a boy with wild eyes and a soft smile. “His name was Evan.”

Sirius’ heart sank.

“I don’t think he knows he’s dead,” Barty whispered. “I don’t think I do, either. Not really.”

Sirius pushed himself upright and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Quietly, he walked across the room and sat beside Barty. He didn’t touch him, didn’t say anything. Just sat with him.

Barty turned another page and began to draw again. This time, he used blue.

“I think Evan would’ve liked your boyfriend,” he said. “Remus seems gentle.”

Sirius closed his eyes. “He is.”

And they sat together in the soft light, one broken soul beside another, while Barty drew the people they missed most in colors they could still see.

They sat there in silence for a little while longer, the soft scratching of Barty’s crayon filling the room.

Sirius glanced at the journal, then at Barty’s profile, pale in the dim light, eyes distant but focused on the page.

He spoke gently. “Do you know how Evan died?”

Barty paused. The crayon stilled in his hand. His head tilted slightly, like he was listening to something Sirius couldn’t hear. He was quiet for so long that Sirius almost didn’t expect an answer.

Finally, Barty said, “No.” His voice was soft. “I don’t.”

He kept staring at the page. “I think I used to. I think it was loud. Or maybe quiet. Maybe it was both. Maybe I watched. Maybe I didn’t.”

He pressed the crayon to the page again, drawing harder now. “Every time I try to remember, it’s like… someone’s holding a hand over my eyes.”

Sirius’ throat ached.

“I wish I knew,” Barty added, barely audible. “But I think… I think if I did, I might break.”

Sirius reached out, just barely brushing Barty’s shoulder.

“You’re not broken,” he said.

Barty let out a dry, breathless laugh. “Oh, Sirius. I’m so broken. But that’s okay. Evan was too. We were beautiful that way.”

And then he kept drawing, as if the memory might someday come back in red and blue and black lines.

The overhead lights dimmed with a low hum, then cut out completely, leaving the room bathed in the soft, blue glow of the hallway’s night lighting.

Barty didn’t move from the floor. He just kept scratching faintly at the paper, the sound barely audible, like the flutter of moth wings. Eventually, the crayon stilled. He whispered something as he stood, maybe a name, maybe nothing, and rolled onto his bed.

Sirius lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. It was too dark to see much, but he could still make out the faint outlines, the vent overhead, the seam of the ceiling tiles, the shadow of the window frame across the wall.

[kingstarkingslay]

well. the sirius pov chapter is officially up 😭 if anyone wants to read it :)

Chapter 3: There’s My Person