Everyone knew that Sirius Black was beautiful, with aristocratic features and a smile that could shift the room. It was evident any time he walked down the halls. His hair done carefully. His eyes sparkling as he talked to whatever witch had caught his attention. Robes hand pressed, tailored with the same caution as his facade.
He was untouchable. The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel shaped into a boy.
Remus knew this. He knew how Sirius was seen by the rest of the school -the world even- although it didn't matter. To him, Sirius was never more beautiful than when he was human:
At the end of a quidditch game when mud caked his robes and sweat dripped across his face. In the privacy of their dorms with his head tilted back and laugh too loud- far too delighted by his own joke. When his face was scrunched and hair was a mess. When the sleep was in his eyes and anger was on his lips. When he wasn't a painting or a facade. When he was just a boy.
werewolves are a period metaphor werewolves are all female let's be real... males turning evil is just the status quo it ain't a creature thang. remus can stay though, he's been thru enough. he's a honorary sister
not in a boyfriend way! remus is his first (and (spoilers⚠️) will be his only) bf!
adding on: i imagine he’d have quite a fun exploratory phase at the very end of high school and the beginning of college since he wasn’t able to openly explore his sexuality until leaving his parents’ house. life gets busy the closer you get to graduation so that probably slowed down around his junior year, and i think he’d probably have a couple other experiences sort of like ben around then—he’d see someone for a little while, it wouldn’t really go anywhere, and he’d end it after it stopped being fun or when the other person wanted something more serious
can u imagine ur first bf being someone as sincere and kind and sweet and patient (and hot) as remus!:?:?:? sirius is living all of our dreams fr
When Mary was 14, she walked into her first Divination class and promptly fell asleep on Lily’s shoulder. It became her worst subject, Divination. She couldn’t stand it. But sometimes, Lily would help her read the tea leaves, and they would laugh together at the ridiculous things they came up with, and Mary would watch Lily’s cheeks flush as she laughed, and Mary wanted to hug her. Hug her and never let go.
Mary never really got over her crush on Lily. Even once lily confessed to liking James Potter one night, when the two of them were sitting by the window staring at the sliver of the moon. Mary had said she was happy for Lily.
"I’m glad someone you want wants you back."
Mary had cried in her bed silently. I hate James potter, she thought.
James and Lily got married in the middle of the war. Mary has a photo on her fireplace mantle, her in a light red dress next to Lily in her flowing white one. They both had eye bags like bruises, only Lily’s had been covered up with thick makeup.
After that photo had been taken, Mary had gotten sick in the bathroom. She missed Lily getting married, and spent it hunched over the sink, throwing up. Her best friend spoke her vows to the man she loved, and Mary had missed it because she was too weak to watch Lily love someone else. Mary hates herself for missing that moment. She hates how glad she is that Lily getting married to someone else is not burned into her mind.
They were going to have dinner together. Lily had sent Mary a message from in hiding, saying she had a suspicion. They were going to have dinner on Halloween night. Mary had dressed up, wearing the red dress to say sorry for missing Lily’s vows. She had done her makeup, covered the eye bags, covered the scar she now had running across her forehead. Mary tied her hair up, slicked it back, and when she had turned to look at herself in the mirror, Mary laughed at herself.
It was dinner with her oldest, dearest friend, for Merlins sake.
She took off the makeup, let her curls down, and smiled at herself in the mirror.
Dumbledore was the one to tell her. He came to her door just as she was leaving, his beard frizzy and unkempt. Mary remembers distantly wondering what happened.
Dumbledore said, "I don’t have much time." Dumbledore said, "I have grave news." Dumbledore said, "The Dark Lord has been defeated."
Dumbledore said, "James and Lily Potter have been killed. Sirius Black sold them out to the Dark Lord, and killed Peter Pettigrew. He is being carted off the Azkaban as we speak."
"Sirius would never betray Lily!" Mary had screamed. She shoved the old man out her door, pushing it closed and going back to her kitchen to finish a cup of tea. The leaves at the bottom swirled together, and the voice of Lily spoke from beside her.
"Oh," she said, and Mary could almost see her clasping her chest in feigned fear. "It’s the Grim, my dear. Looks like we don’t have much time left."
Mary drops the cup, and it shatters on her floor. The pieces go flying.
Her wand is resting on the table, and Mary picks it up, her hand calm. She digs the tip of the wand into her temple, and twists it slightly, muttering.
The pictures on the mantle fade into blank frames. The ink of the letters she wrote back and forth to Lily, even in the depths of the war, disappear from aged parchment. A stack of galleons in the entryway table fades into muggle coins. Mary’s hand drops and her wand clatters to the floor, disintegrating.
She passes out in her dining room chair.
When Mary wakes up, she looks down at the red dress she is wearing, and wonders why she chose such an ugly color.
I find it unlikely that no one in the multiverse is willing to try and meet you half way. Perhaps you need to reexamine your behavior and ask if you really are doing the best you can. It's easy to feel like we're trying hard, when really we're just throwing all our effort into the things that are comfortable for us, while neglecting the things our partners genuinely want to see effort made in. Perhaps you should have a discussion with your partners about things you could work on together?
the point is they all already left me so its too late
