Just That Louis Is Wearing The Same Blue Cardigan The Day Claudia Leaves After Lestat Reads Her Diary

I usually don't acknowledge the movie but this is too fxcking cute to not reblog!!!

“You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.” - Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Alex remembers it in vivid detail: himself at eighteen, dispatched to Rio with June and Nora, the campaign’s delegation to the summer games, one weekend of photo ops and selling the “next generation of global cooperation” image. Alex spent most of it drinking caipirinhas and subsequently throwing caipirinhas up behind Olympic venues. And he remembers, down to the Union Jack on Henry’s anorak, the first time they met.

Henry sighs. “Is that the time you threatened to push me into the Thames?” “No,” Alex says. “It was the time you were a condescending prick at the diving finals. You really don’t remember?” “Remind me?”

Friendly reminder that Alex Claremont- Diaz is the moment.

But like,

Someone check upon my boy Henry

Petition to bring back canon-backed broody and powerful Sirius Black instead of whatever small, glittery, whiny puppy thing y’all got going on.

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!

Put Your Money on Me (PART 2)

Fugitive Sirius Black x Bounty Hunter Remus Lupin

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/prosepoetryanddrama/754186012161441792/put-your-money-on-me?source=share

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That night as he lay in bed, Sirius asleep, pressed to Remus’s back, Remus stared aimlessly as the clock turned three, then four, then five.

Only as the dusk light and the sounds of morning traffic began to seep in, did Remus start to feel calm.

He had, even as a young child, found it difficult to sleep in silence. Rather than relaxing, he instead found himself delving deeper into his thoughts, the most unpleasant ones finding him in the moments of night where it seemed he was the only person in the world who was awake.

The recent, warm presence of Sirius in his bed had helped in silencing his mind. It was hard to remain awake and tense when there was a bear of a man pushing you into the sheets, all warm and soft.

But this particular, starless night, with Arthur’s words still ringing in his head, sleep was eluding him. 

He thought back to his bar conversation and shuddered.

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He had vague memories of Arthur Weasley from when he was younger. Remus would watch on his parent’s old, staticky tv, as the man made heartfelt speeches and passed out campaign stickers, fighting to end the corruption in Gryffindor.

Now, as he looked at the raggedy, twitchy man across from him, he thought that money could make a person do anything. 

“Now, I can’t promise that it was him, the younger one, I mean,  but I was looking at the wanted picture of Black on the news and there was a resemblance for sure,” Arthur continued. 

Remus merely hummed, gesturing for the man to continue. It was a trick he had learned early in his days as a bounty hunter, before he had connections and friends that could get him information. Back then, he had to hunt for information himself, and no one, with anything to hide, really wanted to talk to a bounty hunter.

Rather than urging someone to continue, the trick was to remain silent, making the other flustered, and blurt out everything. 

“He came often to the Nest,” Arthur said, referring the abandoned factory dubbed the “Snake’s Nest,” where addicts and dealers respectively went to get their fix from the Death Eaters.

“At first I thought he was a member, but he was always dressed a little too posh to fit the bill. If he really was Regulus Black, then I guess it fits the bill,” Arthur admitted.

When Remus remained silent, he saw a red flush climb up Arthur’s neck. 

A frown took over his face and his voice was a pitch higher when he continued, “I don’t know what else to say! That’s all I’ve got. I saw, who was most likely, Regulus Black buying drugs, and I mean hard drugs," Arthur spread his arms wide, “the last time I saw him, probably like uh-, I can’t be sure, maybe two weeks before his death was in the papers, he looked bad, like real bad.” 

Arthur’s frown deepened, “I’m low rank so I only sell the basic stuff, so I can’t say what Regulus was on but it wasn’t normal,” he paused ominously, “All sunken eyes and patchy skin, he-, he didn’t even look like a person anymore.” 

Remus felt chills run down his body at Arthur’s words. He imagined the suffering Regulus had faced in his last days, before he had been found dead in the corner of a dark alley. No information on cause of death or the conditions leading up to it had been revealed to the public, with the papers simply reciting, “natural causes.”

In a city like Gryffindor where crime loomed in the sky and morality was crushed under the boot of tyranny, it was better to not ask questions when someone, especially someone rich and powerful, turned up dead. 

Remus himself, as a humble but comfortable enough bounty hunter, had obviously never actually met the sickeningly rich but solitary Regulus, but found himself having a soft spot for the young man regardless.

“And you have no idea who was selling to him?” Remus asked. He obviously already knew the answer but had no evidence for it. Having a witness or anyone else who could testify to it would be needed. 

All he had was the word of wanted fugitive and alleged murderer, Sirius Black. Remus believed him without a second of thought, but others would scoff and simply throw him, and Remus at this point, in a jail cell in the middle of the ocean, and throw away the key. 

“Again,” Arthur answered, “I’m not that high rank. Regulu-, again I think it was Regulus, was dabbling in expensive stuff, way above my pay grade. I’ve got no clue.” 

Remus, internally, sighed miserably, his willowy shoulders dropping just slightly.

“Anything, Arthur. Even a hair colour or a tattoo, anything!” Remus said, fighting to keep his voice calm, not wanting to startle the man.

“Oh!” Arthur exclaimed, “I didn’t think to mention such a detail but he did have brown hair, but he, I think it was a he, was too far away anytime I got a glimpse to notice anything else.”

“Bingo,” Remus thought to himself, reaching forward to pat Arthur on the shoulder, then immediately regretting it, and subtly wiping his hand on his pants.

Normally, Remus was much more professional but this case held a certain personal importance for him. 

Tearing his eyes away from Arthur, he looked down at the shiny watch on his wrist, hidden under the sleeve of his coat. Gently running a finger over the hand of the clock, he remembered the day that a certain wanted criminal had gently clasped it around his wrist, three months ago.

After Sirius dropped a many revelation on him and Remus had begrudgingly agreed to help him clear his name, he had laughed as Remus had forlornly lamented that he would no longer get the bounty money. With a laugh, he had taken the watch off his own wrist and given it to Remus, telling him he could sell it for a pretty penny.

Remus had happily agreed but now three months later, the watch still sat on his wrist and not in a pawn shop. Every time Sirius looked at it when they were laying in bed together or making breakfast, their shoulders pressed together, his gaze softened. Remus tried to not think too hard on his feelings for Sirius, knowing the future was uncertain. He did know though, no matter how hard he pushed those feelings down, that he would no sooner let anyone put Sirius in a jail cell than he would put the watch in a pawn shop. Never. 

He thought back to that day his life changed, and despite the fear and anxiety, smiled. 

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Remus stood frozen as Sirius Black pointed a knife at his face. For some reason, Remus had thought that Black would look insane after two months on the run. He had imagined grown out hair, a scuffy beard and ripped clothing.

The man in front of him was definitely Sirius Black, but his hair was cut, cropped short with a slight stubble on his chin, and his clothes weren’t ripped, dull as they were. On his wrist, was a shimmering watch that clashed with his surroundings.

The second thought in his head was how absolutely stupid the man was. While Remus, was more than happy with this, despite the knife in his face, he could not believe that the man who’s face was plastered on every surface in Gryffindor, had stayed in the city, rather than fleeing. 

He thought miserably to himself that this is how he was going to die, stabbed to death by Sirius Black in random, broken down shack. No one would ever find his body. Perhaps they would look for a week, maybe two, but then he be forgotten, remembered only as one of the many casualties of Gryffindor. 

“Who the hell are you?” Black snarled to Remus as if he was the wanted, sociopathic murderer. 

“Nobody important,” Remus responded airily, subtly moving his hand behind his back to where his gun sat. Black was a cop, trained to notice such things, but Remus had to at least try, it was the only way he might get out of here alive.

Plus, Black looked rather distracted, his gaze flipping between the open front door, the knife in his hands, and for some reason, his eyes kept straying up to Remus’s soft, brown curls.

Black let out a barking laugh, “I find that hard to believe. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time,” he moved closer to Remus, raising the knife slightly, “Who. The. Hell. Are. You. "

At the exact moment that Black took a step closer, Remus swiped his gun and pointed it forward at Black. The man froze only for a moment before he threw himself forward onto Remus, his palm on the side of the gun, their fingers touching. 

He tackled Remus to the floor, holding him down, one muscular arm pressing against Remus’s throat. While Black tried to pry the gun from his right hand, Remus threw up his left, smacking his fist into the side of Black’s face. 

But, Black was not to be deterred. No matter the fact that Remus had begun scratching his nails on his face, Black’s grip did not loosen from the gun. Remus watched with terror as Black, finger by finger, pried Remus’s hand off the gun, then, rather than point it at Remus, Black simply tossed the gun, sending it flying to the opposite side of the room.

Black looked back down at Remus, his grey eyes glowing, and pressed his arm harder on Remus’s neck. 

“James Potter! James Potter!” Remus gasped out.

“He sent me!” Remus gurgled out, sighing as the arm loosened abruptly.

Black reached forward, holding up Remus’s face close to him by his hands on his cheeks. 

“James, he sent you? Is he here?” Black asked urgently, his eyes searching Remus’s face for answers.

“Let me go and maybe I’ll tell you!” Remus spit out, his heart racing and his mind befuddled by the turn in events.

Black paused, as if just realizing that he was practically caressing Remus’s face before averting his gaze and coughing. He rose off of his Remus and offered him a hand to get up. Remus simply sniffed, turning his nose up at him. 

Standing up shakily, he looked at the dilapidated house around him. The hinges on the door that Remus had come through were barely holding up, and all the windows were cracked, with dust coating every wooden surface. 

Despite the warning bells in his head, at this point, Remus was feeling more annoyed at than scared of Black.

“Just listen to me,” He raced to say as Remus opened his mouth, “I don’t know who you are but if James sent you, you have to believe me, I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill him!” 

Remus responded curtly, “Ok.” He didn’t have much to lose at this point. 

Black continued frantically, as if he didn’t hear Remus. “ I have an explanation! Please it’s not what it looks like.” 

Black was starting to look a bit mad as he gestured widely, making Remus raise his voice and repeat, “Ok! I’ll listen to you.” 

“Oh,” Black responded, his tone softer, his head quirking to the side. 

He walked backwards, placing some distance between him and Remus before leaning on the wall. Remus was a bit worried the wall would collapse before remembering he didn’t care. 

Before Black could talk, Remus help up a finger to silence him before grabbing the gun from the floor. 

He walked over to the opposite wall, not leaning, and tucked the gun back in his clothing, looking Black in the eye carefully. 

“Ok,” Remus began, his voice carefully even, “What happened?”

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Devi manisfested y'all.

Sirius is tall in canon.

That’s it. That’s the post.

My Wolfstar/Remus Lupin Playlist

My Remus Lupin/Wolfstar Playlist

- Dandelions - Ruth B

“And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine” - Remus and Sirius before the war when everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

“And I see forever in your eyes” - A forever that they won’t get, but right now, it feels possible.

Demons - Imagine Dragons

“I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide“ - During the war as Remus goes on missions. He tries to hide it from Sirius, this other side of him, but it creeps in.

“Though this is all for you, don't wanna hide the truth“ - He’s doing this for Sirius and James and Lily and Harry, so that the war can end. He wants to tell them so bad that’s it’s for them, that’s he not leaving them, that he would never turn on them.

Running with the wolves - Aurora

“I'm running with the wolves tonight” “But don't you know we're stronger now“ - As much as he hates Greyback, during the werwolf missions during the first war, there is a type of freedom. For the first time he feels like maybe this isn’t a bad thing. That there is freedom in being different.  

“A gift, curse“ - But with this, the distance from Sirius grows. Sirius doesn’t understand that for the first time Remus feels like he truly belongs, all he sees is Remus with the enemy.

- Visions of Gideon (Sufjan Stevens)

“I have loved you for the last time” - Remus trying to convince himself that he no longer loves Sirius after Halloween 1981

“ I have touched you for the last time” Remus reflects on Sirius when he goes to Azkaban thinking he will never see him again and that’s this is the end. Never again will their hands touch.

- This Year’s Love (Jasmine Thompson)

“This year's love had better last Heaven knows it's high time I've been waiting on my own Too long” - After Sirius is found innocent and they are at the headquarters. So much time has passed but they have been alone for so long. and it’s time to try again.

“When you hold me like you do It feels so right, oh now“ - They are so different but their love is still so right.

Godspeed - Frank Ocean

“I let go of my claim on you“ - Sirius is gone now. Dead, and Remus knows he needs to move on. He decides to alteast try.

“There will be mountains you won't move“ - This can’t be changed, Sirius is gone.

“'i’ll always love you”  - but he knows in his heart, he will never forget.

“Until the time we die“

- I Shall Believe - Sheryl Crow

“And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone“ - Remus seeking comfort from Tonks after Sirius’ dies.

“No one heals me like you” - Remus about Tonks.

“ Not everything’s going to be the way it outta be” - He knows that Sirius is his love but he doesn’t want to be alone even though this isn’t the way it’s meant to be. He is meant to be with Sirius

“I shall believe” - He believes he can heal.

Touch - Sleeping at last

“Invisible machinery These moving parts inside of me Well, they've been shutting down for quite some time” - Remus as he’s dying at the Battle of Hogwarts. He knows he’s been ready to go for a while. The pain from the wars and from loss and from being a werewolf have crushed him. He’s been shutting down for a while. He just wants peace.

‘But God, I want to feel again“ - He knows that with his death he’s leaving behind Tonks and his son, but he’s just so tired.... he wants to feel again. He loves his son but he knows his time is here.

“Suddenly discover signs of life” -With his death, he is ready for life. To see them again. To see him again.

I’m new to the IWTV fandom so can someone plz explain this to me.

- I know Claudia dies in Paris but has this already happened? Is she dead in the present time?

- But wasn’t Lestat present at her death so if this already happened, where is Lestat now?

ORR

- Is Claudia still alive in present interview time and Lestat is still in his coffin?

IM SO CONFUSED I HAVENT READ TO BOOKS PLZ HELP

Nora Holleran Aesthetic

“It’s full of books and plants she tends to with complex spreadsheets of watering schedules. Tonight, she’s sitting on her living room floor in a glowing circle of screens like some kind of Capitol Hill séance.”