If The Marauders Knew What An IPhone Was They Would Definitely Ask Sirius Questions By Saying „hey

a hc i have about james and sirius is that their bond is not perfect. in fact, it’s far from it. they do fight. a lot.

and that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other enough, or they aren’t close enough. no. it’s because they are so close, because they love each other deeply, that they break easily. they know each other’s weaknesses. they know how to rip and get under each other’s skin. they know how to tear and boy does that get ugly.

sirius coming from an abusive home makes him feel alien, like he can’t trust his skin. he feels he’ll end up deranged or worse, just like them. his moods are unstable and his anger is like a punch directed at anyone near him, and james is always near him.

james is human, and only has so much patience in the world. but more than that, james feels guilty. he blames himself, thinking he’s incapable of helping sirius, of helping him recognize the warm, kind hearted soul that he is. james takes the anger out on himself, but there’s still a twinge of bitterness directed at sirius—believing that sirius doesn’t trust james enough to listen to him.

i don’t want to see james and sirius in a perfect little circle hopping around each other like bunnies on a field. i want to see them bite. i want to see them come together and heal together despite the cracks in their friendship.

because though sirius and james are very similar people, they come from very different backgrounds. and surely that’s bound to crash, isn’t it?

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“sirius would be the talker and remus would be the listener”

in public yes

in private, when remus was comfortable, he would talk to sirius for hours. about his books, or something he saw in the halls, or just anything, and sirius would sit there, just staring at the way remus smiles and how he talks with his hands, absolutely smitten

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sirius black heard “mama, didn’t mean to make you cry…i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all” and fell to his knees in a walmart

a sneak peek into the new chapter im working on hehe:

Kissing Remus wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue, filled with desperation and hunger for something impossible. Sirius’ breath hitched when Remus bit into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood. “We-” he tried in the short moment they used to catch their breaths, “we shouldn’t-”.

Remus stopped. He kept Sirius in place, one hand on his neck, lips just a breath away from touching. “You're right,” he rasped, and when he looked up at Sirius, his pupils were dilated. “but I’ve always had a taste for the forbidden.”

Remus: *stands up and all of his joints make horrifying noises*

Sirius, falling to his knees: rail me rail me rail me rail me

Sirius: You know James would die for you right?

Regulus: James would die to save a fucking pigeon.

And they didn’t know this was their last night spent together

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?