My Marauders Group Ships! I Know That Charity/Peter Isn’t Popular At All (I’m Pretty Sure I Made

Expanding on this post because I still love it:

They meet in university. I’m not sure what classes their respective degrees would have in common, but they both seem like they’d take psychology, so I guess they meet there.

Remus has been subjected to cumulative days of rants and speeches about Sirius’ degrees (he claims it’s to prepare for his classes, but it’s really just because he’s a nerd who likes geeking out).

Remus, after staying up too late preparing lessons for too many days in a row just before summer break ends, has absolutely spoken to Sirius like he’s six years old.

Remus has all of the gifts from his students on his desk. He’s a really good teacher, so he gets a lot. They’ve spilled over to Sirius’ desk now, and he likes complaining about how he wishes his students gave him cards.

They communicate so well. Remus is a pretty good communicator because he learned how to be in hopes of being a good example for the kids, and his experience in helping children explain their emotions is very helpful. Sirius is shit at talking about his needs/wants/feelings, so Remus uses the same tactics he uses on the first graders to talk with him. It’s surprisingly effective

Give me elementary school teacher Remus who teaches first graders and university professor Sirius who teaches physics and mechanical engineering. Give me Remus who takes out a feelings wheel and goes over basic communication skills with Sirius, because he never properly learned them as a child (namely due to Walburga and Orion’s abuse). Give me Sirius who helps Remus make little birthday and Christmas gifts for his students. Just… give me elementary school teacher Remus and university professor Sirius.

You will never catch me drawing Sirius without self harm scars. He is my representation. I am a self harmer and I demand at least one person to help us feel seen

Peter probably wouldn’t have a pet, but, if he did, he’d get a gecko or something small and unassuming, I think.

James would own a dog— a husky, probably, something he can have fun and workout with.

Remus would have a cat, probably a stray with some kind of disability he could just sit with and read with some tea (and water, for the kitten).

Sirius would definitely get a massive dog, a rescue, I’d say. Some kind of huge, scary mutt (like Padfoot) with a bad history, maybe of violence or acting out due to abuse.

Who hurt you 😭😭😭 I was smiling and then I read some of your stuff and I was bawling

LMAO I’M SO SORRY. Tis the curse of being a Marauders Era fic writer 😔

Sirius caused the longest hat stall in Hogwarts history when he was sorted, by the way

Sirius Black who gets angry when he’s in 12 Grimmauld Place.

He’s just gotten out of Azkaban, just found a place he can rest after being on the run, so no one blames him when he’s a little bit fidgety and strange.

It’s incredibly odd when he flat-out refuses to sleep in his childhood bedroom, but everyone has at least an inkling that his childhood may not have been perfect, so they go with it with little argument. That doesn’t stop the confusion, though.

“I’d kill to have a night in my childhood bedroom, especially if my parents never changed it!” “It would be like being a kid again; no responsibilities, just time to relax!” “It’d be like going right back to your younger years, who doesn’t want that?”

Sirius leaves when they talk about it. They get the hint.

Then he starts to get angry. He starts to change. He starts becoming quiet and abrasive.

At first, it’s little things. He lets out an incredibly aggravated sound when he tears his breath while buttering it. He snaps at Kreacher when the elf mutters under his breath. He runs his fingers through his hair hard enough to pull some out. He eats less. He drinks two glasses of wine instead of one.

Then it gets less small. The people in the room right under his are woken up in the early hours of the morning when he punches a hole in his wall. He genuinely pulls his wand on anyone that touches him without sufficient notice. He smashes his fist into Snape’s face when Snape makes a comment about how spoiled he must’ve been as a kid. He stops eating entirely. He’s drunk more often than he isn’t. He’s not sleeping. He starts wearing clothes that cover every inch of skin on his body. He stabs a hole through the canvas of Walburga Black’s portrait when she huffs at the colour he’s wearing.

People start getting upset with him. He’s getting reckless, he’s getting violent, his mood changes at the flip of a dime, his temper is shorter than it’s ever been.

It reaches a boiling point when Sirius snaps at Harry.

Harry had just been trying to ask if he was okay, because even a teenager could see that something isn’t right. Sirius had reassured him. Harry hadn’t been convinced and had gone to hug his godfather from behind. Sirius had flinched away so violently that Harry had nearly collapsed, and then he’d yelled at the kid never to do that again.

Harry had run off. Sirius had retreated to Walburga’s— his— room. His first move is getting drunk off his ass, then taking off his shirt to look at the damage plastering his body. He tried to cover it all with tattoos, once upon a time, but it never worked. That was after he, in his Hogwarts years, had taken a blade and a blasting spell to his skin to cover up the damage that way. That didn’t work, either. Nothing worked. And being in that house just seemed to be ripping those old wounds open.

Sirius had to put wards for himself and only himself on the windows and balconies of the upper floors, that way wouldn’t be too tempted to see if he could fly without magic. Sirius had to move all the dangerous potions to a locked box, which he gave Remus the combinations for and then promptly obliviated the numbers out of his own head. Sirius had to lock himself out of the kitchen so he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on a knife. Sirius had to give Remus his wand so he wouldn’t do anything stupid to himself or anyone else after he pulled it on Minerva. Sirius had to put up barriers and take precautions because he knew what the house would do to him.

12 Grimmauld Place killed Sirius. It killed him every time he walked around a corner and saw blood and tears and bright red light from the tip of a wand in his mind’s eye. It killed him every time Kreacher glared at him and tried to slip something into his food, which he had to throw out before he ate it knowing it would hurt him. It killed him every time he walked by Walburga’s portrait and she grumbled or muttered or shrieked at him, just like she did when she was alive. It killed him every time he ran his fingers over the keys of the grand piano, found comfort in music, only to remember shattered fingers for playing the wrong note. It killed him every time he looked at the permanently locked door with the initials on it and thought of his baby brother, only little, coming to him for nightmares or because Orion and Walburga had forgotten to feed him.

Sirius Black wasn’t angry. He was scared. But no one could see it, because he’s become a master at hiding his emotions.

That’s why he was so excited when he heard that Harry needed help in the Ministry. It meant he could leave his own personal hell.

Werewolf Sirius and Remus on the full moon!

This is for an AU I’m still working on and will be publishing on AO3 soon enough :) there is reasons that Sirius is more scarred

THANK YOU IM CRYING???

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

IT WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT A MISTAKE

Sirius smokes. Remus sits outside to talk to him while he does it. James follows them out and blows bubbles just to hang out with them. Peter follows James out and watches the smoke and bubbles.

Omg, you’re so sweet!!!!!

So, I’m writing a werewolf!Sirius AU, and I’ve written this quote from his POV.

“Being alright involves letting his guard down, it means putting his trust in someone else’s hands, it means opening his bleeding heart to show off the monsters living in there, clawing at the organ and smearing crimson over his insides.”

I need you all to understand the amount of symbolism I put into this quote, particularly the second half.

It refers to him having a “bleeding heart” specifically (and I know it’s not in this excerpt, but it’s in the bigger thing) in reference to his childhood, along with monsters (his parents, etc.). This is inferring that he is extremely sympathetic and kind, and, because of everything he went through, he can relate to people’s pain even more, which makes him more empathetic.

The monsters living in there bit is a pretty obvious reference to trauma and self-hate, but them clawing at his heart and smearing blood is also symbolism. Blood is red, which is a reference to how his treatment in his childhood made him Gryffindor-brave, along with extremely passionate (which is what red means in colour theory!).

Also, subtle reference to the phrase “bleed your heart out” (meaning, “to suffer a great deal of emotional pain; to feel extreme sadness for someone else”). My boy has suffered and thinks too much about other people.

Anyways, I just really wanted to show off how much thought I put into this line, please appreciate it :)