Sirius Black’s Instagram

and it’s hard to be at school when I feel like an open wound.

Put Your Money on Me

Fugitive Sirius Black x Bounty Hunter Remus Lupin

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Remus grimaced at the bitter taste of the cheap beer and pushed the plastic cup away from him. The bar in which he was currently situated was grimy and filthy, although the dark red and black tones hid it quite well. Unfortunately, the inferiority of the beer could not be hidden. 

He sighed quietly, discreetly glancing at door. His patience was running thin and the dodgy nature of the rough-faced men sitting around him was putting him on edge.

Many times in his twenty-five years of life, he had found himself questioning why he made the choices he made. Why had he, at the tender age of eighteen, decided to pursue a degree in Criminal Justice rather than sequestering himself in English Literature? Why had he not gone to Law school, Grad school, or any of the other places he could have gone? Instead, he had found himself writing an exam, and rubbing shoulders with bond agents.

All this had led him to this exact moment where he sat in a grubby bar, waiting for his informant, a shifty-eyed man named Arthur, to arrive.

Not for the first time, he cursed Sirius Black.

Depending on who you asked, Sirius Black was the heir to the criminally rich, Black crime family, but he was also the black sheep, stepping out of his family’s footprints, and joining the opposite, clean side of the law, at least for a while.

The one thing that everyone could agree on was that six months ago, Sirius Black had, through many eye-witnesses and his DNA found on the murder weapon, brutally murdered Peter Pettigrew, a fellow cop, in the back of a Knockturn Alley, a drug-breeding ground. 

The story was that Black had a change of heart, and had turned his back on the law, following in his family’s footsteps. He had been dabbling in drug distribution, and Peter had found out. It was believed that Black had gone mad after the death of his estranged, younger brother, Regulus, leading to his actions. Technically, there was no actual evidence found proving that Black had done anything illegal, well anything illegal other than the eventual murder.

Peter had notified the police force, but being a new, nervous rookie, he had wanted to prove himself. He had followed Black that day, and Black, trying to cover up his crimes from being discovered, had shot Pettigrew. 

Sirius had then been apprehended by his fellow officers, but Pettigrew, who had fled with a bullet wound was no where to be found. The Leuitenant, Barty Crouch, had later confirmed that Peter had been found dead. 

Remus didn’t care much for the details of how and when. Despite the homicide charges, Black, through his influential name, and many connections, had managed to get out on bail. This is where Remus had come in the picture, when five months ago, Sirius Black had not shown up to his court date. 

An extended search had been done, but Black had disappeared into thin air. He had taken a large sum of money and had fled, officially making him a fugitive.

Remus, a bounty hunter, had been contacted by a cop named James Potter, Black’s partner, to help hunt him down. For reasons, Remus didn’t want to ponder, Potter had promised to pay Remus a hefty fund to find Black before the FBI did, 

Remus personally did not really care for the details. He was here for the check and the check alone. Well, before atleast. Now he thought mournfully of the money he would never get, based the ways events were unfolding. 

“Remus?” rang out a voice from behind him. 

Remus spun in his seat to see a short, chubby man with a receding auburn hair line. Mentally matching him with the profile in his head, he nodded. 

Gesturing for Arthur to take a seat, Remus fixed the collar of his black trench coat and raked back his brown hair, scanning the bar one more time for any eavesdroppers. 

“Thank you again Arthur, for reaching out. Any information you share, small or big, will be very helpful.” 

Arthur simply fidgeted in his seat, looking down at his lap.

Remus, mentally sighed, before softening his voice more, “I understand you’re nervous but I’m not a cop. I’m not going to arrest you, Arthur, I’m paying you, remember?”

At the mention of money, the cost Remus would have to pay for Arthur’s words, the shabbily dressed man looked up with resolve in his gaze. 

Taking a look around the bar, like a ghost would jump out from the corner, Arthur began telling Remus what he knew.

Arthur was an, alleged, member of the Death Eaters, the most notorious gang in the city of Gryffindor.

Perhaps through a final attempt of honour and honesty, Arthur had reached out to Remus, revealing a different tale to Remus, one that the Daily Prophet, had not been telling.

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Hours later, Remus felt drained, staring blankly at the dirty bar counter, long after Arthur had scurried off into the night. The knowledge that Arthur had confirmed sat heavy on his chest. 

He tightened his coat around him as the cold, night hit him when he walked out the bar. Despite the late hour, the city was mostly silent around him. Even the partygoers of Gryffindor knew to not stay out too late. You never knew who would find you. 

Remus, still and stealthy in the night, cut through the side streets, one hand firmly around a sleek, black gun, under his coat. 

Pausing in the corner of an alley, as a patrolling officer passed by, Remus glanced up at the night sky. Despite the smog that covered downtown, Remus glanced to where he knew he would otherwise see the bright, constellation Regulus, and felt emotion bubbling in his throat. 

Shaking himself out of it, he stepped back out on the street and slinked around the block. 

He only relaxed and released the gun, firmly hiding it’s shape from sight, when he stepped into his apartment complex. 

It took him a few minutes to find his key in his messy pocket, but he quietly inserted it, swinging open the door of his apartment, and immediately turning around and re-locking the three locks on the door. Throwing the keys into the bowl beside the door, he kicked off his shoes, and stepped into the kitchen, not bothering to flip the light on. 

Moonlight filled the apartment from the now slightly open blinds, that Remus swore he had fully closed before leaving. 

He busied himself looking for a snack in the cupboards, humming quietly under his breath.

Remus stilled when he heard a noise from behind him , and before he could blink, someone had wrapped themselves around him.

Remus gasped before he smiled, relaxing into the hold. 

Sirius’s arms wrapped themselves around Remus’s waist and Remus leaned back into his broad and warm chest. He sighed happily as Sirius placed his chin on the top of Remus’s head. 

Taking a minute to breathe in the man’s comforting scent, Remus spoke, “I thought I told you you to not open the blinds. Anyone could see you!”

Sirius let out a laugh, “Someone is going to see me in the dark room, in the middle of the night, on the sixth floor, through the barely open blinds?”

Remus huffed, “Siriu-“

Sirius simply tightened his hold on Remus, nudging him for a kiss. At the last moment, Remus turned his head so that Sirius’s lips met his cheek instead.

Sirius sighed before murmering, “Ok, I’m sorry, my love. I’ll be more careful. I'm just-, I'm getting a bit antsy in here.” 

This time when Sirius leaned down for a kiss, Remus happily obliged. 

He pushed out the thoughts of his troubling conversation out of his mind. That was something for tomorrow, tonight was just for them. 

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This idea would not leave me alone until I wrote it. I'm not sure if I intend to write more or leave this as a oneshot. Let me know what you prefer!

Y’all, I REALLY THOUGHT that there would be Fexi content in tonight’s episode.... the way I was so ready

In the song, ”Achilles Come Down.,” there’s a verse that says

“You crave the applause yet hate the attention.”

And this resonated with me so deeply but I didn’t really get the meaning. But then,

I hate attention but I love validation.

which I feel so many people can relate.

The way I would give my firstborn child for Paxton Hall Yoshida to please fix his goddamn posture.

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Why is it that I can read 500k harry potter fanfics in one day but reading 3 pages from my textbook takes me 4-7 business days?

First and Foremost, let me say that I’m literally saying this as a Ben and Devi shipper...

I don’t understand why people think that Paxton is embarrassed to date Devi.

Shira runs in his circle but dated Ben?? And it’s implied that Devi and Ben are like the gender-swapped versions of each other. 

So if Shira dated Ben publicly, why wouldn’t Paxton, who’s 20x better than her as a person date Devi publicly.

Since season 1, Paxton’s been affectionate with her publicly.

This season, he didn't want it to be public because he didn’t want to be hurt and humiliated again. She cheated on him and kinda is seen as responsible for him losing his scholarship.

If that was me, I would have raged.

But he was still publicly her friend, even after. When romance came back into the picture, of course he would be wary of being hurt.

But he pulled through in the end.

I was reading a wolfstar fic and I realized...

Fanfictions are watching 2 people fall in love again and again and again. It’s 2 people finding each other in every single world. Whether it’s magical or modern or outer space or under the sea. Whether it’s soulmates or enemies to lovers or love at first sight. It’s watching 2 people reconcile and find the heart of the other again and again. It’s falling in love a million times because they will always find each other in every world.

Henry: Does something Alex doesn’t like

Alex: What in the white people??