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- To Break Free - Remus and Sirius learning and struggling to be together // 1980's AU // Lots of Angst // getting together
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nothing in fics gets me kicking my feet more then when Sirius calls Remus baby 😭
I'd say Jegulus as Taylor Swift's "The Fate of Ophelia," but I can't.... cause, well, you know.... Regulus- he well.... and James wasn't- he couldn't- but maybe in another life he could have....
For a long time Regulus's friends don't like Sirius.
He's loud, reckless, and arrogant. He acts first and thinks later, following his heart with little care for the blood it may draw. They're resentful when he runs away and angrier when he tries to reconcile his and Regulus's relationship. And even when Regulus begins to forgive him, they refuse to.
That is until they realize Sirius has an endless collection of embarrassing stories from Regulus's childhood that he's more then excited to share.
what you must understand is that i have five incredible fan fictions in the works. and you might never see any of them
Maybe an unpopular opinion, but I really think that Sirius would be the parent to stress and panic about every little thing, at least health and safety wise, while Remus could more or less not care so long as their kid was still breathing. Like Teddy/Harry would be eating dirt and Sirius would be freaking out cause it's dirt!! and he's going to get sick!! and Remus is like, it's just dirt?? I ate dirt all the time and i'm fine
Remus definitely used to eat dirt when he was a kid and everyone's like "No Remus that's not normal???" and Evan and Pandora are like "Fuck you mean that's not normal we used to eat whole ass mug cakes with dead insects inside after a rainy day"
The bridge of Taylor Swift's "Father Figure" but it's Bartemius Senior to his son after sentencing him to a life's imprisonment in Azkaban.
The last chorus of "Father Figure" but it's Barty to his father as he kills him, knowing that for months he'd outsmarted and deceived not only him, but Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and the Ministry as a whole
When Sirius is young his parents hire a number of tutors to teach him and Regulus various languages. Thousands of dollars are spent on flying them in from across the world, sometimes they stay for a few weeks, sometimes months. Though the lessons are all the same: him, a stranger, and the empty study. There's nothing personal about the languages chosen, his parents decisions are objective. Calculated. Deliberate. He learns Mandarin and Spanish because both are widely spoken and essential for international business, while he learns French and Latin because they're languages of prestige. His parents place a special importance on Latin. They emphasize it's difficulty, it's novelty, it's distinction. They don't mention that no one without wealth could learn such a needless language. Sirius's multilingualism itself becomes a sign of their affluence.
When he's older Sirius spends hours teaching himself Welsh, Arabic, and Hindi, not because his parents suggest it but because Remus had grown up speaking Welsh and Arabic and James Hindi. He wants to be able to join in when Euphemia fondly teases James over his unkept hair and complain with Fleamont over the football match flickering on the family tv. To be able to understand Remus when he absently mutters to himself, and laugh at the jokes he can only share with his parents, and love him in every language Remus understands. He doesn't have tutors to help him. He learns surrounded by books in his and Remus's apartment. At the dinner table and over coffee. In between breathless kisses. During fights. During movies. During hair cuts and long car rides. It's messy and imperfect, though things that matter are rarely anything but.
At four year old Remus loves animals.
He spends hours in the woods with his mother, wondering through the trees looking for them. He watches squirrels run across the branches and catches snakes, giggling as they wiggle their tongue and twist in his grasp. He leaves milk for stray cats and chases neighbourhood dogs through the streets. He decides for his fifth birthday he'll get a Golden Retriever, and neither of his parents disagree.
At almost five years old he spends hours crying in his mother's arms. He can't understand why everything suddenly runs from him. The cats he'd once carried effortlessly hiss when he's near, dogs snarl and bare their teeth. The animals don't understand why, but they can sense that there's something off about him. Something dangerous. And for the first time Remus truly feels alone.
For his fifth birthday he gets a stuffed Golden Retriever; It isn't the same, but it's only kind that won't run.
When he is 15, he gets a dog, a stag and a rat. The dog plays fetch with him like he played with the strays all those years ago. He runs through the forest with the stag, and for a moment he can pretend he never stopped. He watches awed as the rat climbs up trees so high just to entertain him and remind him of a time before.
When he was 15 Remus could finally express his love for animals again.