I Keep Getting Good Ideas For One-shots/ Fanfics But Then I Try To Write Them And Realize That My Writing

Sirius: Remus did you eat all 4 chocolate boxes?!

Remus, laying down on the floor surrounded by tiny wrappers: it's not my fault, they started it

Sirius, kneeling down by him: what am I gonna do with you?

Remus: love me. feed me. never leave me.

"you're pretty," sirius says lazily, his fingers tangled in remus' curls; he doesn't know how to respond to that.

he doesn't think he's pretty. his nose is too big and crooked, his eyebrows are too thick, his face is uneven; his mouth and eyes are too big for his face, he has acne scars and of course, the ones he hates. he never was pretty, not even as a child, and he never wished to be. he considered beauty subjective, but it was a truth that he wasn't beautiful.

however, when he's with sirius, he can't help but feel so. he's with sirius, who makes everything seem so beautiful; sirius, who's as imperfect as he is. neither of them is perfect; and maybe that was important, maybe that was what made them who they were, that they saw the beauty in what they considered ugly, that they loved the "unlovable".

they're sitting on the floor of the ruins of the castle in remus' hometown, sirius' back pressed against the wall, remus' head in his lap. he looks up and he meets grey eyes and a straight nose, and he smiles. he sits up; they're at approximately the same level now, and amber blends into silver, and that, that, the place where remus ends and sirius begins and the place where neither knows who exactly is who, that is beautiful.

"you're pretty, too, sirius." he needn't have said that; it was one of those all-known truths, the ones written in books, the one that stars know, too.

sirius hums, and kisses him. he's beautiful; they both are.

always my babygirl

regulus, to james, absentmindedly: hey babygirl

remus, confused: babygirl?

james: yeah, i’m his babygirl, remus. keep up

violence 🙊

Imagine first year Harry Potter looking for Fred and George to see if they want to have a snowball fight with him and Ron and finding an odd piece of parchment lying in their room. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter picking the parchment up and examining it, because he’s learning that in the wizarding world nothing is ever as it seems, not even old pieces of parchment. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter tapping his wand to the parchment to see if anything happens and, to his surprise, seeing thin, angular writing appear as if written by an invisible hand. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s excitement when the parchment reads: Mr. Prongs asks who is trying to uncover the carefully guarded secrets of the Marauders. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter whispering “My name is Harry Potter and I didn’t mean to pry,” before hurriedly trying to refold it and return it to where he’d found it 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s astonishment when the writing reappears, this time saying: Let Mr. Prongs share his immense joy that Harry Potter has found this. He hopes that Harry will find the contents of this parchment useful and use it in a way that would make his father proud. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s smile sliding off his face as he says quietly, “I don’t know. My father’s dead, you see. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s confusion when the writing appears once again, saying: Mr. Prongs wishes to tell Harry Potter that while his father may be dead, he is still looking out for him and is incredibly proud of him. Mr. Prongs hopes that Harry Potter knows his father loves him very much. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter taking the map back to his dormitory and spending the rest of the evening talking to the mysterious Mr. Prongs about his mother and father, about whom the invisible man seems to know quite a bit.

me filling the room with negative energy bc i don’t wanna be there:

🗣️ I SUPPORT REGULUS BLACK WRONGS 🗣️

Sirius: ...did we just lock Wormtail in the car?

Remus: did you put the keys in the bag?

Sirius: I put the keys in the bag!!

James: dude, moony told you not to put the keys in the bag!

Sirius: [knocking on the window] Peter! It's okay!

James: ...a-b-c-d-e-f-g...

Remus: wha-are you singing to him? People get ARRESTED for this, Prongs!

Sirius: [pulling the door handle] h-i-j-k..

James: ELLA-MELLA-PEE- wait, do all four doors lock?

Sirius: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

Remus: [on the phone with Lily] help we lost Peter in the car and people are judging us!!

Sirius: I SWEAR TO MERLIN I'M GOING TO BREAK IT-

James: do not break it!! You'll get glass on him.

Lily, on the phone: okay, Remus. Tell Marlene to calm down, I'm on my way.

Remus: Marlene isn't here. It's James and Sirius.

James: [crying] DON'T WORRY PETER!

Sirius: DON'T WORRY, WORMY. JAMES IS COMING FOR YOU!

*glass breaking*

Remus: [turns around] Lily please hurry. Prongs has his antlers stuck in the window-

screaming

with the sharpest jawline out there - doodling Remus' and his name on the back of his transfiguration papers.

Sirius: I can't talk right now I'm doing hoy girl shit

Sirius: *keeps doodling hearts around "Sirius and Remus Lupin" on his notebook*

me to frank

Chris Pine went full eldest daughter dissociating at family events and you know what good for him