snippet from my Normal People wolfstar au
“I have something to tell you,” Remus started.
Sirius grinned at him, “Oh fuck it, all is forgiven. Thank you for the flowers by the way. A bit queer but sometimes stereotypes are real. I nearly swooned when I saw them.” He still had a cheeky smile on his face.
Remus couldn’t bring himself to grin back. There was a terrible pressure behind his chest. It shouldn’t be a big deal. It wasn’t when it all boiled down to it, Remus reasoned, it wasn’t as if he and Sirius could actually attend the formal together.
But, if that was the case, why was his heart rattling like a rabid beast in a cage? Why was his breathing so shallow?
It didn’t matter. It was a stupid dance that he didn’t even want to attend.
And yet, Remus felt as if whatever he said next was somehow very very important.
Depending on which way he took a step, he felt as if his life could be rapidly catapulted into two different directions. He stood at the threshold of 12 Grimmauld Place, straddling his future with indecision. Remus didn’t move.
Sirius seemed to sense some sort of unease and his smile slid off his face, “What? What is it?” He ushered Remus inside, concern clear on his face and Remus felt sick.
He was horrible. This was horrible. He hadn’t wanted to come in.
They sat down at the spotless kitchen island, like they had a million times before to do homework, to share snacks, to get wrapped up in eachother.
Sirius placed a glass of water in front of him, “Remus, you look ghastly. Are you ill?” Remus didn’t touch the cup, hating himself all the more.
“I don’t think I’m sorry for what you need me to be sorry for.”
Sirius Black was a very expressive person, he always had been. Most people didn’t know this, because he could display a mask of indifference in a second. But, Remus had grown to know all his quirks over the course of just a few months- how he bit his lip when he was concerned, how he wrinkled his nose when he was embarrassed, how he fluttered his eyes when he was about to come.
For a singular second his face was naked to Remus. A flash of confusion, a flicker of fear, a modicum of sorrow and then blank. Nothing. Every emotion was clear and vivid on his face before he composed himself.
“What do you mean?” Sirius’s voice was different now, cooler. It was like he could sense what was about to happen. He took a physical step back, out of Remus’s space, out of his orbit.
Remus’s throat constricted and he felt himself falling aimlessly over the line to a different future. One without Sirius and his brightness and brashness to bask in.
“I’m going with Flo Bagman to the formal. I’m sorry, I just thought you should know.”
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A mix of 31 prompts and microfic prompts…
@jilytoberfest
Prompts 1 & 2
Prompt #3: fire and #4: “I know, but I wanted to”
Sirius Black heaved an irritated sigh.
“For Merlin’s sake, I’m surrounded by incompetent fools!” he muttered to himself.
“Ha! If you think you can undo Prongs’ idiocy when it comes to anything remotely related to Lily Evans - good luck with that!” Peter snorted, downing a contraband lurid cocktail that Mary had concocted. It was supposed to look like a mint milkshake - it reminded Sirius of swamp water - vague rotten egg smell and pond scum colour. It was wonderfully lethal.
“I swear to Circe, if they haven’t gotten their shit together by May, I shall be forced to stage an intervention!” Sirius said, folding his arms.
“Oh? And what kind of intervention would that be?” Remus asked, leaning into him and giving his shoulder a gentle push.
Remus was a bit drunk and much more generous than usual with physical affection, which Sirius deeply appreciated.
“A successful one,” he said in a lofty tone, resting his head against Remus’ own.
“Can’t wait,” Remus hummed.
***
James sat slumped in his seat, hand holding up his head, watching the dancing couples, eyes following a particular fellow Gryffindor - vivid green eyes, cheeky grin, cobalt blue dress twirling.
“She’s never going to go out with you.”
He turned his head slowly.
“Snivellus,” he sighed deeply. “What can I do for you?”
“There’s no point sitting there staring at her like a creep! She hates you.”
He hesitated. Had he actually been staring at her like some weirdo?
Looking up he saw Sirius reaching for his wand, Remus glaring at Snape and Peter’s eyes twitching nervously towards the professors’ table. The problem with friends who happened to have Furry Little Problems or furry alternative selves was that their hearing was too sharp. Minerva McGonagall was looking over at him too, wearing a sour expression, although she couldn’t possibly have heard the conversation?
“Apologies to Evans if I was making her uncomfortable,” he said.
“You don’t care how she feels, you just want to force her to go out with you, you disgust me! You disgust her!”
Sirius Black was on his feet and Remus Lupin had his wand out and McGonagall’s lips were a stern line as she dropped her napkin (was anyone else able to convey such disappointment and authority in such a tiny gesture?)
“For fuck’s sake, shut- “ he growled, feeling his shoulders tense, fingers finding his wand. In another lifetime, say this time last year, he’d have hexed Snape already.
Just then he caught Lily’s eye. She was looking at the with concern, her smile gone and replaced by drawn brows and pursed lips. Poor Evans, imagine having to deal with two stupid, selfish wankers like them…
He breathed out slowly, forcing his shoulders down and placing his hands in the air, a placating gesture.
“Look, Snape, you’re probably right - I’d say I do disgust her. I have no intention of asking her out, alright?”
One side of Snape’s top lip lifted in disgust, but he clearly wasn’t expecting that answer and couldn’t find anything to say. He stood there awkwardly for a moment.
“Can i interest you in a snack? Beetroot crisps? Twice fried chips?” he said.
Snape glared at him suspiciously.
“A glass of butterbeer?”
The thin boy squinted at him. James smiled, all laid back innocence.
“Wondering why I’m offering? I know, but I wanted to.”
“Fuck you, Potter!” he spat out, turning around and marching off in the direction of the Slytherin tables.
“Prick,” James said to himself, knocking back an entire glass of firewhisky.
“Alright Mr Potter?”
McGonagall was looking at him with an unreadable expression. It was difficult to answer when his eyes were watering from the strong alcohol.
“Right as rain. Fit as a charmed fiddle,” he coughed.
“Water, was it?” She asked, sniffing in the direction of the empty bottle.
“Something like that… a liquid, anyhow,” he said, with a sheepish grin as he ruffled his hair.
***
“Oh gods,” groaned Remus, face palming. “I can’t listen to this, it’s too painful.”
“Prongs is a useless liar when he’s drunk,” Peter noted helpfully.
“He’s an out and out idiot at the best of times,” Sirius said, wisely downing the remainder of his drink.
“Bit harsh, Padfoot,” Remus sounded amused.
“No, that’s it. I’ve told him time and time again. I’m not idly standing by while he makes a balls of everything. Tonight takes the biscuit.”
They watched as James moved towards McGonagall, who was muttering under her breath in response to his ineptitude.
“Care to dance, Professor?” they heard Prongs say.
“Smooth,” Peter said.
“Foolish,” Remus said.
McGonagall’s left eyebrow raised. Prongs swayed.
“Perhaps another time, Mr Potter,” she said, not unkindly, patting his shoulder in what could only be described as a consoling manner.
“Right. Another time. When I’m less drunk.”
“Precisely, next year’s Hallowe’en Ball, perhaps.”
James’ mouth gaped.
“Right. Spiffing. Merlin!”
“Holy shit!” Peter squealed.
Sirius was inclined to agree with him.
***
On the first of May, Sirius Black walked into Dumbledore’s office, unannounced.
“Professor, we have a problem,” he said, without preamble, sitting himself down opposite the headmaster’s desk and placing his right foot on his left thigh.
“Good evening, er, Mr Black. How kind of you to call in for a… chat. A problem, you say? May I be of assistance?” Dumbledore asked, periwinkle eyes curious as he reached over for the sweets. “Lemon sherbet?”
Sirius Black shook his head.
“A problem. Of the very irritating, long-standing variety. And I know how to fix it!”
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Just curious why you focus on remus as the one with issues?
I mean... I think that they both have their fair share of things going on in all my stories. Maybe not shown quite as much in identically pining but that's a one shot with several different pov.
And-- as far as chronic illness and disability, remus canonically has them in form of lycanthropy. That is one of the things that draws me to the fandom, bc I have both and it means a lot to see that in stories so ofc I want to include them in mine.
I think that showing Sirius with mental illness and family trauma is how I mirror his canon aspects. I also identify with that.
But--- spoilers under cut for all--
1- In my longest fic silence between us, Sirius has anxiety, ptsd, nightmares and trauma from growing up in the black household.
2- in a matter of loyalty mental illness, potions reliance, war trauma
3. In An unlikely place to fall in love he's in hospital for his illness
4. In Guarding Remus he also deals with abuse from his family, plus has anxiety. Brief mention of self harm.
So ... I mean, unless I'm missing something or don't understand what you're asking, this is what I have to offer.
Hope it helps!
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