I Usually Don't Acknowledge The Movie But This Is Too Fxcking Cute To Not Reblog!!!

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

Remus: You don’t want to date me. I come with a lot of emotional baggage.

Sirius: That’s okay, I lift weights.

Harry Styles wrote “Sweet Creature,” for Drarry.

“It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know“

“But we're still young I always think about you and how we don't speak enough“ 

Sirius is tall in canon.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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!

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WOLFSTAR - The Greatest Love Story That Never Really Was.

“When I was younger, I knew a boy and a boy. Best friends with each other, but always wished they were more. Cause they loved one another but never discovered, cause they were too afraid of what they’d say.”-The Story (Conan Gray)

- From the first day on that train, the dynamic between Remus and Sirius was always different from James or Peter.

- They were closer in a sense, knew each other in different ways.

- But they were always more distant than the others, as if from the age of 11, they saw the ocean of space that would remain between them for what they couldn’t have. 

- What they couldn’t be.

- It was different in the way that Sirius never playfully tossled Remus’ hair like he did James, but instead ran his fingers through the thick curls with a gentle hand.

- In the way that after the full moon, Sirius’ fingers always gently trailed over Remus’ scars.

- In the way that Sirius’ summer letters to Remus always seemed to end up longer with a jar of ink gone each time. Hiding “I love you” between the lines.

- In the way that Sirius’ always came to Remus in the night, first to talk about their families, then as they got older, just to lay beside each other.

- Not knowing the other wanted to lean over and kiss him and mould them together forever.

- In the way that neither of them dated anyone during the school years while their schoolmates were snogging in empty classrooms and holding hands in Hogsmeade.

- Acting as if they didn’t want to go with the other, didn’t want to clasp their hands together and never let go, didn’t want to link their lips together and never part even as the stars rained down upon them and the sky went up in flames.

- But they didn’t, because it was the 70′s and you didn’t do that.

- So they stayed like that, always on the brink of it but at the same time, with an ever growing ocean of space between them, them being forever destined to remain apart.

- Never truly touching.

“They loved one another but never discovered”

- Maybe if they had, things would have turned out differently.

- Then the war happened and there was no time.

- Then after 12 lonely years, there was a another chance

- They danced around each other at first.

- Not knowing how to proceed.

- But they were different now, over a decade passed. Scarred.

- And maybe that meant their pain slowly built a bridge between the ocean.

- And they could finally cross.

- And finally, after 12 years of separation and even more of loving each other, they would try.

- But then a there was a flash of green light and a veil that took and took.

- And they loved each other.

- But love stories don’t always have a happy ending.

- Sometimes they end in pain.

- But I like to imagine that with death, that ocean faded to dust.

And in whatever was afterwords death,

Maybe they would finally touch.

Ben vs. Paxton (season 2 edition) from a Benvi shipper’s POV 

@montygreen @catty-words

I personally am so excited to see what happens with Ben and Devi next season. It’s obvious that he’s forgiven her for the 2timing now because he was going to ask her nervously if she wanted to dance at the winter formal and was looking jealously at Paxton and Devi kissing. HE WANTS HER!

So I feel like season 3 will be a new start for them!!!!

My Deep Study On How Every Harry Potter Death Could Have Been Avoided.

Pandora Lovegood: wear safety goggles when playing with magic.

Everyone else: Dumbledore yeets Tom Riddle into the burning wardrobe.