Remus Is Such A Loser And Sirius Thinks He's The Coolest Person On Earth And I Think That's Beautiful.

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

the marauders picking up habits from each other. they all run their hands through their hair like james. they pinch the bridge of their nose like remus. they tilt their heads like sirius when they're thinking. they bite their thumbs like peter when they're stressed.

My headcanon is that Remus has learnt how to braid so he can keep doing Sirius' hair up when it's hot and he complains at Quidditch in the summer that his long hair annoys him. And of course Remus always has a scrunchie for Sirius (unlike Sirius, who always loses them)

If the marauders knew what an iPhone was they would definitely ask Sirius questions by saying „hey siri“

“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

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

Remus: You have to let yourself to be loved, Regulus. You deserve happiness.

Regulus: hmm... it's a really good advice, Remus. Why don't you use it?

Remus: Oh, fuck off. I give good advices. I don't take them myself. Any good dealer will tell you to not take your own drugs.

"'Was this…" Remus repeated, fingers pushing the fabric to the side and brushing the exposed collarbone, the sore spot where a purple bruise had started to bloom on porcelain skin. “A mistake?” He put his fingers on it, slightly applying pressure, and Sirius had to bite his tongue to repress the sigh that threatened to come out of his throat. It wasn’t a mistake, he wanted to say, he wanted to say so badly. The words already started to form on his tongue-"

new chapter out:

lets ignore that its been 6 weeks, i moved to spain so lifes been kinda busy lol

Sirius: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Remus:

Sirius: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Remus: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.

"remus gets so annoyed when sirius asks him for things-" remus would crawl out of his grave to light sirius' cigarette