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@trueheroism
here’s a little love from a polar bear to you, to warm up your winter! your writing is great, and you’re a pleasure to see here in the rpc! I hope things are going well for you in all areas of life and if so, fantastic!! and if not, remember that they’ll get better and there are lots of people cheering you on!
THANK YOU this is so sweet ;; i was just talking to angie last night about getting back on Sirius soon and now i want to x100. thank you!!
so what if im in love with you mind ur own business
"canon says we're dead but screw that" squad !!! (im too shy to approach bc we're from different fandoms but hi you're neat)
high five for the squad!!! almost all of my favorite characters are dead in their canon tbh. it’s starting to feel personal.
different fandoms are cool! I have many fandoms, though i’m not well versed in a lot of new stuff, because it takes me ages to get into things. but we can always chat and we can probably work out some kind of crossover verse if you ever want to write!!
(thank you, i think you’re neat too)
this has incredible Sirius & Lily energy, but just as friends, because i can’t ever see them dating
i’ll be sending memes and doing replies hopefully this weekend! i have gotten sick and i’m going to try to sleep it off. thanks for being patient with me!
I think about the fact that Sirius’ Animagus form is the size of a bear at least once a week.
I feel like fandom… collectively forgets that, helped along by the films, but.
Dog!Sirius is the SIZE. OF A BEAR.
Remus, looking around: You didn’t -
James: (a reasonably sized stag)
Peter: (a normal sized rat)
Sirius: (A FUCKING BEAR DOG)
Remus: .... Sirius...............
Sirius: (TAIL WAG)
I think about the fact that Sirius’ Animagus form is the size of a bear at least once a week.
I feel like fandom... collectively forgets that, helped along by the films, but.
Dog!Sirius is the SIZE. OF A BEAR.
He decides to keep it to himself, that he knows for a fact that Harry is absolutely fine. Safe and sound, with nothing to worry about except for upcoming Auror exams.
Something quick, something quick… Not that Remus was in any big hurry. Quite the opposite; if the impostor was using Polyjuice Potion, he would need to stall them for a while, to see if the affects wear off. How long would it take? An hour? Two? Twelve?
Hopefully, not long enough for them to see through his fairly transparent plan.
Something only Sirius would know… This person, whoever they were, obviously had an intimate knowledge of Sirius’ life and history. He’d been able to mimic Sirius’ handwriting, knew to address Remus as Moony, referred to themselves as Padfoot in the letter, picked a location that was personal to both of them…
They must have gotten into Grimmauld Place, somehow. Found an old diary, or some letters from their school days, in his old room. Some hairs, too, for the potion. They might have even known Sirius, somehow; an old classmate, or a cousin of some sort.
“Whose handwriting appears on our map of Hogwarts?” The perpetrator themselves gave him the idea, going to all the trouble of faking a handwritten letter. Hypothetically, only four people have ever known who wrote the text for the Marauder’s Map, and three of those people were dead. Even if they knew about the map, the details of its creation were an intimate secret.
The last time he thought about the map, it was when Remus admitted that was the tipping point toward him believing in Sirius’ insane story and his innocence. It’s startling to think that if they hadn’t put their heads together and poured their magic (and pieces of themselves, if he’s honest, bits of their personality preserved for long after they’ll all be dead) into that map, Remus would still be going on believing Sirius is a murderer, and Sirius would be helpless to convince him otherwise.
All their history together, everything they went through and everything they foolishly, stubbornly tried to do on their own - it could all be weighed up against one clever piece of magicked parchment, and it would fall short.
It hurts to think of it that way, and it makes him irrationally angry, to know that some of the trust and good will that he has won back from Remus is owed to Peter. It doesn’t seem to matter that it was the Peter he trusted, the Peter he loved - because he loved all his friends, even if he sometimes loved some better than others - who he was is too tied up in who he became for Sirius to not resent even that schoolboy, now.
Which is unfair. He’s not the same boy he was then, either; he’s aged and bitter and far angrier than he ever was, and he’s damaged, too. Oh, they’re all damaged, save for James - because he never had the chance to properly fuck himself up like the rest of them.
And whose fault is that? a voice whispers mockingly, one that sounds very much like his own.
His hand goes slack on his wand, and he looks at Remus without really looking at him. “Everyone’s. If you don’t know the trick, we mock you in our own handwriting,” he says, mouth curved into a humorless smile.
It might be worth it, he thinks distantly, to get his hands on the map again, if only to have some part of James scrawl insults back at him.
“when i’m with you the line between ‘friends’ and ‘lovers’ blurs and i don’t care which side i end up on as long as you’ll have me.”
— – – “jackie.” 3:00 am. L.W (via inkwhelmed)
Honestly, HOW DARE YOU (and @killedinstead) hurt me with that thread where Sirius tries to comfort Lily after James was killed? It makes me feel all the feels and I'm not sure if I love or hate the two of you for it...
omg this made me smile so much!! because it’s hurting me too, but it’s so good. i love sirius and lily’s friendship and i’m really, really excited to get to explore it with @killedinstead, who writes lily beautifully, ahhh!
you should love us!! that is my verdict. because it’ll be sad and awful but it’ll have little bright pockets too! godfather sirius is there for james’ family, okay, that’s his family too.
thank you, anon <3 i’m sorry for the feelings but i’m so glad we could make you feel them, you know???
I have been rereading (well listening to audiobooks as I work) Prisoner of Azkaban and now Goblet of Fire, so my love for Sirius and the Marauders in general got back full force;;
“so how does it feel to be home?” From andromeda
So, how does it feel to be home?
If this place had ever been home, then he might have an answer for that. Oh, it was somewhere he lived, and he’d been forced back to it often enough under the pretense of going home, but it would never be home to him.
Home was a four poster bed at Hogwarts with his three best friends within whispering distance. Home was coming in for tea when James’ mum called them down from their brooms - it was flanking Remus on the way out of the hospital wing after the moon and running alongside him during.
This place... This place is nothing but a misery.
He smiles tightly, shoulders drawn up taut, and says, “About as good as it feels for you, I imagine. You’d think when you got blasted off a tapestry, you’d be free of a place,” he adds bitterly, knowing fully well that even when disowned, a Black would never be really free of their legacy, try as he might.
“sometimes, people say stupid things, because they’re stupid.” From sam
“Thank you for the wisdom,” he says shortly, sarcasm heavy in his tone. It’s not Sam’s fault that he’s had a row with James and he’ll be off-kilter until they’ve sorted it, and it’s certainly not her fault that it was probably mostly his doing, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to get off easy.
She put herself in the line of fire, didn’t she? And anyway, it isn’t as though she can’t handle a bit of steam vented in her direction, from what he knows of her.
He throws himself onto a bench, scowling into the distance, and then blurts, “It’ll blow over soon enough; always does.”
“you’ll feel better once you eat.” From remus
He will, theoretically, feel better once he eats. He knows it’s even likely that he will, but Sirius has so very little experience being ill to begin with that when he’s sick, he’s... truly terrible.
James and Peter had abandoned him ages ago, left him to twist and flop and groan through his suffering without so much as a shred of sympathy, the gits. (If he’s fair, they’d tried to hang around and cheer him up to the best of their ability, but Sirius will not be consoled. He wants to be left alone to die, actually, and he’d almost accomplished it, but faithful old Moony won’t let him rest.)
He has the sheets pulled up over his nose, mostly because it keeps running and he’s sure he looks as disgusting as he feels, and he’s watching Remus suspiciously from the haven of his death bed.
“What’d you bring me?” He asks finally, and winces at the sound of his own voice. Ugh, congestion.
@trueheroism, continued from here.
“No-” he says, entirely too quickly. Remus props himself up on his elbows, still half underneath the sheets, so he can get a better look at what could only be described as a work of art, or a dream come true. Sirius black, wearing his clothes. “No, not at all. You look good.”
Not that the prospect of seeing Sirius naked (again) wasn’t very appealing, but there was something about the whole thing that made Remus feel… not quite possessive, really, but more of a sense of belonging, with and to each other, that came along with watching Sirius strut about the room wearing his shirt, despite the fact that it didn’t quite fit him.
“I think I like it,” he adds, almost as an afterthought. “Seeing you in my clothes.”
“Moony, that’s kinky,” he teases, dropping his hands and leaving the shirt how it falls. The poor thing is only hanging on by a pair of buttons now, right in the middle, but that’s not really a problem for either of them, now is it?
He finishes tying off his hair, twisting it into a poncy little bun on top of his head, and immediately feels a few pieces fall free and curl around his neck. Well, that’s a look too, he supposes.
Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, Sirius begins walking his fingers up the length of Remus’ calf, still covered by the sheet. He grins. “Never knew you had it in you. Should I wear this to breakfast, do you think? That’d be a way to tell Prongs and Wormy.”
ordinary people by judith guest depression, self harm, suicide mention.
“it might help if you just let it out, __.”
“you don’t feel hot to me. is it a headache?”
“let me hold you awhile.”
“you get any last sleep last night? how about food? you had anything to eat since yesterday?”
“let me get you some aspirin.”
“you’ll feel better once you eat.”
“something is bugging you, something is making you nervous.”
“you’re going to bed? at seven o’clock?”
“all healing is done from the outside in.”
“look, i don’t want to be – i’m not being too rough on you, am i?”
“once i tried to kill myself, how’s that?”
“listen, a bloody nose is nothing.”
“i don’t know what happened! i don’t know! i’m sorry about everything!”
“nowhere. just taking a walk.”
“maybe you gotta feel lousy sometimes, in order to feel better.”
“how bad? razor - blade bad?”
“i can’t! i can’t!”
“sometimes, people say stupid things, because they’re stupid.”
“i need to sleep. let me sleep.”
“all right. make fun. it’s the thing you do best anyway.”
“everything’s jello and pudding with you, __.”
“you keep at me, make me talk about things i can’t talk about, i can’t!”
“i didn’t mean it, i’m sorry. please. don’t be mad.”
“a good, healthy problem needs a good, healthy solution.”
“people don’t change on command from other people.”
“give yourself a break, why don’t you? let yourself off the hook.”
“sounds like a chapter heading to me.”
“you don’t understand. it has to be somebody’s fault. or what was the whole goddamn point of it?”
“crazy world. or maybe it’s just the crazy view we have of it, looking though a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.”
“a little advice, kiddo, about feeling. don’t think too much about it. and don’t expect it always to tickle.”
“what things? i want you to tell me.”
“and the world is full of pain. also joy. evil. goodness. horror and love. you name it, it’s there.”
“and what about tomorrow then? and all the tomorrows to come? why can’t we talk about it? why can’t we ever talk about it?”
“you can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.”
“that’s what happens when you bury this junk, kiddo. it keeps resurfacing. won’t leave you alone.”
“life is not a series of pathetic, meaningless actions. some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.”
“i give a damn about everything you do.”
“so how does it feel to be home?”
“people use people according to their own needs. or don’t use them. when a primary need is one of safety.”
“and what if i don’t have an answer? you want me to make one up?”
