i’ve said this somewhere before, and i haven’t done a deep dive to see if it exists or anything yet, but the POSSIBILITIES of a vampire sirius/werewolf remus au …
imagine—the most ancient and noble house of black, who have been vampires and turning others for centuries, move to their hundredth town to evade suspicions about their nature. they plan to be here for a few years, no longer than a decade, before people start questioning the remarkable ageless, pale-faced, almost victorian era-behavioral family.
and the werewolves, full of outcasts, those who have been pushed from their families only to find a new one in each other, investigating the new family who just moved into town. there’s something off about them. mysterious, almost. the lycanthropes chose this town because no one comes here—no visitors, no tourists, little population. so what is a rich, mysterious family doing moving out here?
now imagine remus, a scarred werewolf, growing up learning about the enemies to their kind—vampires—and traveling a little too close to the dark house that feels almost haunted and catching a glimpse of a boy in the yard, holding an umbrella to shield him from the sun. imagine sirius, a vampire who has only ever known his other vampiric family members for too many years to count, noticing a ragged-looking boy at the corner of his property. imagine the two of them meeting in secret, the mortal enemies of their own kind, and realizing all these stories their families have nearly beaten into them are just … not true. not for them, at least. imagine the two of them continuing to meet behind everyone’s backs, while the werewolves and vampires scheme in the background.
imagine remus confessing late at night, in a frightened whisper, that he was trained to no end ever since he was a child. imagine him lifting his shirt to show sirius the scars on his back, inflicted from both himself and his brothers and sisters. imagine sirius running his nimble, cold fingers over them gently, whispering that he’ll make them regret it. imagine sirius admitting he grew up with nothing but cold stares, constant change, and precise movement. that he has scars, too, only they mangle his mind, his emotions. imagine remus falling asleep, curled beside sirius in the dark, as sirius runs his hands through his fluffy hair, awake because vampires don’t sleep, but more content than he’d ever been before.
imagine remus on the full moon, in distress but unsure why, breaking free of the pack to run on his own to an unknown yet beckoning location. imagine sirius finding the wolf in the middle of the night, his own self disheveled as much as vampires could be because he knew what tonight was. imagine sirius freezing, for a split second, wondering if this would be the end of his miserable, immortal life, as remus pads up to him, baring his teeth. imagine sirius’ presence soothing something for inherent for remus that even as a feral, uncontrollable wolf, he presses his nose against the ice cold skin of a vampire and closes his eyes. imagine sirius sitting with him until the sun rises, hiding under the shade of the trees so he can stay with remus until he awakens. imagine sirius smiling wearily at him when remus’ big, confused eyes stare up at him, and he says, “good morning, moony.”
imagine them having to choose between their families and their traditions, or their love that’s blossomed between one another.
