Fangirl

some rough sketches and colorings based off of this post by @peachy-rambles! i love the visualization of phil just killing it in a green dress!

George: Do you miss Skeppy?

Bad: Yeah :(

I AM LISTENING AND IM VERY INTRIGUED

this one’s called “having your good friends bring you back to reality when you zone out from overworking yourself”

Mexican Dream: Ay he’s dating my cousin, man I don’t like that.

Firstly Karl cannot go a day without seeing one of the boys otherwise he’ll end up moody

Partly because he’s clingy and partly because just seeing their face boosts his memory

Neither of of the boys mind it though because Karl gets a giddy look on his face the moment he sees them and rushes over

Then immediately throwing his arms around their midriffs

Sunday nights are their “family nights”

They all pile onto the couch and do whatever they fancy whether it’s board games, watching movies or just all talking

A staple of their family night is Quackitys hot chocolate

Somehow he just makes the best hot chocolate ever and the boys refuse to go a sunday night without it

They each have an assigned hot chocolate mug that sapnap got them each for their anniversary

But they do usually get so caught up in whatever they’re doing they forget about it and Sapnap has to warm up their half full mugs

The night usually ends with them all passed out in a heap on the couch until Karl rolls off their legs and wakes up enough to sheperd the other 2 off to bed

Sapnap and Karl are both very physically affectionate which overwhelms Quackity at the beginning, who never really knew what it was like to be gently touched

But eventually the hand holding, heads on shoulders, fingers running through hair, casual arms on waist, constant limb tangles and everything else became something he craved and missed when they weren’t around

He even, slowly, starts to dish out these random touches much to the delight of the other two

Sapnap will boil himself to wear the other twos hoodies

Because if its the middle of summer or he’s venturing into the nether, with his body already running hot, he will still wear one of their hoodies if he’s missing one of them or just wants to feel close to them

And then as soon as he can he’ll be back home he’ll squeeze between the two of them on the couch or bed

I’M TURNING THIS INTO ABO BECAUSE REASONS!!!

Sirius letting Remus and only Remus run his hands through his long, tangled hair (“hush, Evans we’re just friends.”)

Sirius finding any excuse to touch Remus eg. resting his legs on Remus’ lap (“we just had potions Moony, I had to stand for an hour!”), sitting a *bit* closer than usual so their knees are touching (“I’m cold Moony.”), swinging his arms around Remus’ shoulder’s and quickly covering it up by grabbing Peter’s or James’ shoulders (“Alright, group huddle Marauders. Don’t give me that look Prongs, do you want this prank to work?”)

Sirius staring at Remus for long periods of time, each time finding something new and entrancing on his face (like the flecks of brown in between the green of his eyes, the new scar he got in his last transformation and the way it looks in the sunlight goddamnit, and those lips... those soft—Sirius imagines—perfect lips that he just wants to smash his face into)

The smile that catches Sirius off guard when Remus spots Sirius staring at him (“I wasn’t staring at you, Moony, I zoned out!”)

Sirius trying to figure out how to deal with this new found attraction (even though he’s had a crush on Moony forever he doesn’t realise it until fifth year)

Sirius being terrified to admit to Lily that he has feelings for Remus (fuck that, he’s in love with Remus)

Like, he can’t even tell James (not that James would judge him, but what if James got all ‘matchmaker’ and told Remus?)

Sirius finally getting the guts to tell Lily because “you kind of already knew I liked him before I did???”

Lily spending all her time convincing Sirius that “he likes you back you nitwit! Ask him out!” Sirius doesn’t believe Lily. (“Evans there’s no way someone as good as Moony would like someone as shitty as me. And even if he did, he deserves so much more than a ‘fucked up disgrace’ [as Sirius’ mother had called him so many times] like me.”)

But one particular day after Sirius receives a rather nasty letter from home he’s very emotional.

And he slides into the armchair [clearly only meant for one person] next to Remus and he stares at those lips.

He doesn’t deflect like he usually does when Moony calls him out for staring at him.

“You staring at me, Black?”

“Yeah I am, Lupin.” (Remus’ eyes widen)

Remus hiding his sleepy smile and pretending he doesn’t see Sirius sneaking out of the hospital wing every time

Sirius is the only person Remus will let anywhere near his chocolate (“his animagus is a dog, Prongs, he has the most convincing puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.”)

Remus giving up and using Sirius’ legs as a table for his homework. Remus always sitting by the fire or wrapped in a sweater and blankets because (“well he doesn’t shut up about how cold he is and apparently I’ve become his portable heater and I’m accomodating his needs, Lily.”) Remus *accidentally* tapping his knee on Sirius’ (“oh... sorry Padfoot”) and leaning just a bit more towards Sirius then he does to Peter or James when Padfoot has his arm around him

Remus finding a seat to do his homework in right in the sunlight so the blinds cast pretty shadows all over his face... Remus stretching at just the right angle so Sirius will get distracted and stare the muscles in his neck or his legs or even better, his forearms... Remus constantly applying lip balm because it makes his lips feel good so maybe they look good to a certain leather-wearing-black-haired-boy

Remus, despite the fact that he was indeed trying to get the boy’s attention, can’t help but smile because “maybe he actually enjoys looking at me Lily...” and keeps up the smile when Sirius insists “I wasn’t staring at you, Moony, I zoned out!” because he doesn’t want Sirius to see how disappointed he really is (“I guess I was wrong, hey Evans?”)

Remus coming to terms with the fact that Padfoot is straight. (“He’s ‘Hogwart’s heartthrob’ Lily, he didn’t get that reputation by being gay.” Remus spits these words bitterly)

Remus staying up way too late one night in the common room with Lily when he got a *little bit* too drunk after Sirius casually hexed some Ravenclaw kid that had muttered something about Remus’ scars (and Remus freaked out because “bloODY MERLIN LILY I’M IN LOVE WITH SIRIUS BLACK!”)

He doesn’t want to tell Pete or James though, “of course I love them, but they would tell Sirius in less than a second, trust me Lily I know them.”)

Remus begging Lily not to tell anyone every five seconds... “swear it on your liFE LILY EVANS!”

Lily spending all her time convincing Remus that “he likes you back you nitwit! Ask him out!” Remus doesn’t believe Lily. (“Lily there is no way someone as wonderful and perfect as Sirius Black would fall in love with a monster like me. You don’t understand, Lily but, Sirius deserves so much better.”)

But one particular day when Remus looks in the mirror at all those disgusting scars, he can’t help but think about how much better he would feel if Sirius was here.

And then Sirius is there, squeezing himself into the very same armchair Remus is in, and there’s so little room that Remus can’t even move his leg to tap his knee against Sirius’, and that when Sirius watches the pretty shadows on Remus’ face, Sirius’ face happens to be only centimetres away from Remus’

“You staring at me, Black?” Remus asks like always in a croaky voice

“Yeah, I am Lupin.” Sirius replies, not like always, his voice deep and clear, and certain

Those two boys, so raw with emotion

So broken from the war, from horrible families, from self loathing, from seemingly unrequited love,

That when their mouths meet

In a hurried mess of teeth and soft lips and and heated breaths;

When Remus runs his hands through Sirius’ hair and Sirius pulls Remus towards him by his striped tie;

But one woman wishes that someone would help.

Her name was Sappheire. She was named for the glinting blue of her eyes, which was ironic, since she was completely blind. But not much was known about blindness and not many believed in it. 

So she learned the streets without help, memorized the never changing prices in the market, and learned to cook by feeling around first. 

She still loved exploring, however. Despite the warnings of a snake haired woman who could turn you to stone just by looking into your eyes, she explored. It would have no effect on her, she reasoned. Her eyes didn’t work.

One day, she wandered too far. She could feel the air cooling, hear the birds begin to quiet and head home. She knew the sun was going down. 

She felt stone beneath her feet, and wandered along it. Maybe she had found a cave? Either way, she would have to somehow find shelter so she could find her way back to the dusty dirt roads of home. 

She felt along, and soon her suspicions were confirmed. She felt the mouth of a cave start to open, and ducked inside. She breathed a sigh of relief, sinking to the ground. She would be safe here tonight.

A chuckle came from what sounded like the back of the cave. Sappheire directed her ear toward the sound.

Footsteps approached her. “It’s been a long time since we ate, hasn’t it?”  There was snakelike hissing in response, and the footsteps stopped in front of Sappheire.

Sappheire shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut instinctively, Her chin was grabbed roughly, and she was forced to face the other person in the cave. Her eyes were forced open by what felt like a tiny jaw.

Her eyes were wide with fear, but they couldn’t see the piercing emerald green orbs staring back into hers. 

——————-

The gorgon held her position for a minute. Two. Still, it did nothing. She dropped the girl’s (rather cute) chin in disgust. “Why isn’t this working?!”

Finally, the girl began to say something, and when she did, the snake- haired lady decided she liked this girl’s voice better even than Kalliope’s. 

“M-Medusa?” She stammered.

Medusa rolled her eyes. “Oh, what gave me away. The snake hair or the face?” She quipped sarcastically.

The girl paused, and Medusa mentally kicked herself. The first girl she didn’t petrify, for whatever reason, and she was going to drive her away!

She had to, though. She would only bring the poor girl sadness and loss. 

“W-well, I can’t see either, actually.” The girl said timidly. She stood, flailing her arm out as if blindly grabbing for something. She found Medusa’s shoulder and trailed her hand down her arm, grabbing her hand and shaking it. “I’m Sappheire.”

Medusa shook her hand warily. “Are you sure you should be giving me your name? Those hold great power.”

Sappheire shrugged. “I know yours, so it’s only fair.”

Medusa blinked. That was a first. 

She shook her head. “Shouldn’t you be terrified of me?”

Sappheire gave her an odd look. “Why? My eyes don’t work, so you can’t hurt me. I’ve never heard of you actually killing someone, so I’m not particularly worried about that. Something tells me you’re just lonely, but you drive people away so you don’t hurt them. And when they don’t heed your warnings… Well, that’s where the ‘terrifying gorgon’ rumors come from.”

Medusa scowled. “What would you know about that?”

Sappheire gave her a sad smile, and Medusa’s eyes were drawn to hers again. “More than you know.” She said.

Oh. Was all Medusa could think. The humans wouldn’t understand Sappheire’s blindness. They probably didn’t believe in it. Sappheire was probably left to figure out the things others took for granted, learning it slowly, left behind by others when she took too long. 

Sappheire was probably very lonely. 

The girl groaned, drawing Medusa’s attention to her. Her eyes were closed, but not in fear. “Medusa?”

Medusa blinked, not used to hearing her voice without fear dripping from it. “Yes?”

“Can I stay here tonight? I don’t think I can find my way back to the village before dark.”

Medusa’s heart leaped into her throat. No one had ever asked to stay with her. No one. She felt… happy. 

“O-of course.”

She let a few moments pass before she had to ask the question that ate away at her. “Sappheire?”

“Mmm?”

“Are you… afraid of me?”

Sappheire opened her eyes. “No. But when I got in here, and all I knew was that I heard dark chuckling and footsteps, and I didn’t know who it was, I was afraid. If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have been.”

Medusa paused. She looked down. “You’re very foolish.”

“So I’ve been told…” Sappheire sighed. Her breathing deepened. She was asleep. 

———————–

Morning came, and Medusa had decided to help her back to the village. She could feel some sort of blossoming in her heart, echoes of things she hadn’t felt in centuries. But humans were not meant to be near her. It would be selfish to let her stay.

But still, she stayed up all night hunting. It took her a while to catch a prey without it even glancing into her eye, so she could feed some non- stone to Sappheire. 

She cooked it over a smoky fire (she didn’t know how to find kindling that wouldn’t smoke quite so much), which woke Sappheire. The girl stood and began making her way to the fire, and Medusa rushed to help her. 

“No, I can handle it.” Sappheire told her. 

Medusa stepped back. Of course. She was a gorgon, of course Sappheire didn’t want her to touch her. 

Sappheire seemed to sense this. “No, it’s not that. I just… Like to feel independent in some respects, even if I’d like help other times.” She smiled. “I promise, if I need help, I’ll let you help me.” 

Medusa looked up at the raven-haired girl. “Promise…” Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, but that word means nothing to me.”

Sappheire looked at her unseeingly, but feeling the pain in those words. She stumbled over, feeling around for Medusa’s hand before holding it in both of hers. “Medusa? I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Do you want to talk about it?”

Medusa looked down. “I… Poseidon. The reason I’m like this. He masqueraded as a woman to me. Promised me he loved me. Then he took me to the temple of Athena- that poor woman, I bear no grudge for her- and Athena got rightfully angry. She exposed him and turned my hair to snakes. Now, I petrify everyone I look at. I…”

Medusa looked down. “I don’t want to do it. I don’t mean to. I hate this. I-” 

Sappheire wrapped her arms around Medusa, and Medusa stopped her sentence. Medusa let her hands hang, unsure of what to do “Why are you…”

Sappheire smiled. “You sounded like you needed it.”

Medusa let her hands wrap around Sappheire. Whatever the reason for Sappheire’s immunity to her power, be it her blindness or Aphrodite cutting her a break, she was going to make it last until Sappheire went back.

——————————- 

“I’m not going back.” Sappheire stated. She tried to look Medusa in the eye while she said it, to assert herself, but wound up looking closer to her nose. 

Medusa was in shock. “Wha- why not?”

Sappheire’s eyes widened. “D-do you want me to? Gods, I didn’t even consider your feelings, did I, and you would have to be the one to feed me, I’m sorry-”

Medusa cut her off. “No, I do want you to, but why do you want to?”

Sappheire blushed. “I don’t know, I just like it here…”

Medusa grinned from ear to ear. “Okay.”

Sappheire’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Medusa nodded. “Of course.”

———————————-

It was a year later, exactly. It was fifty- one weeks after they’d started dating.

They sat, holding hands, at the top of a hill full of flowers. 

Medusa rested her head on Sappheire’s shoulder, and Sappheire used her free hand to affectionately play with the snakes that had grown quite fond of her. 

“Sometimes I wish you could see this. It really is beautiful.” Medusa mumbled. 

Sappheire smiled. “If I could, I wouldn’t be here. So, funny as it sounds, I thank the gods every day that I can’t see it. 

Medusa raised her head, turning to look at Sappheire. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you too.”

Medusa put a gentle hand on the side of Sappheire’s face, guiding it gently toward her own. Sappheire hoped she guessed what was coming and leaned forward.

Their lips met in a soft and gentle yet prolonged kiss. Sappheire wrapped her arms around Medusa and Medusa put her hands on Sappheire’s back.

Sappheire was the first to break their first kiss. “I love you, Medusa.” She whispered.

The events of Halloween night, 1981, and the end of the Marauders.

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