Aria

knight remus & prince sirius | wolfstar

check out the easter eggs on sirius’s jewellery

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I recently re-read Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra and this fic just brings me so much joy that i had to draw a little something for it.

I commissioned @tamehill to bring to life the stargazing scene from chapter 6 of @eyra‘s amazing Remus/Sirius farm AU, Beneath a Big Blue Sky. I’m so happy with how this turned out, and would recommend that everyone check out their blog, and consider commissioning them!

To @eyra, the author of this wonderful fic – here is my gift to you, in celebration of reaching the end of the story. 

This is so incredibly beautiful and I am beyond touched that you chose a scene from my story for this commission, @flammable-grimm-pitch - thank you so much. You are so wonderfully kind, and you’ve made me smile so much. This is just everything to me ♥

I thought perhaps it would be worthwhile me putting a little snippet from the scene here, so here we are - Remus and Sirius laid out together in the hay, in the crumbling outhouse with the broken rafters, gazing up through the beams at the night sky above:

“Which one’s your favourite?” Sirius asks then, and lets the dull ache of some unbidden memory slip away into the night. “Of all the stars. Which one do you like the best?”

Remus draws Sirius’s hand across the sky, tugging at him gently until Sirius squints and sees his own finger hovering over a clear, bright star above them, up in the north, big and blue-white in the darkness.

“That one,” Remus mutters. “Polaris. The North Star.”

“Why?”

“‘Cos it never moves,” Remus says, and there’s suddenly such gravity in how he speaks; such competence and awe that Sirius thinks he might hold his breath. “It’s always there. Everything else just moves around it.” He guides their joined hands to trace a circle around the star with Sirius’s outstretched finger, every other speck of light blurring somehow in Sirius’s eyeline until it’s just that single, bright point, still and solitary in the night sky. “That’s why they use it for navigation,” Remus is saying, his voice low and hypnotic against Sirius’s hair. “If you can find the North Star, you’ll always find your way home.”

Oh.

A north star. How utterly perfect and romantic a notion, Sirius thinks. That blinding, constant thing, sure and enduring; an immutable sentinel or beacon on an otherwise rough and uncertain horizon, guiding him home. He wraps his arms tighter around Remus in the hay, and closes his eyes as he feels the steady, inevitable beat of Remus’s heart where his head still rests on his warm, freckled chest, and thinks, wonderfully, that Polaris might be his favourite star now, too.

" A group of people shouldered their way up to the bar counter at Neil's back, pushing him into Andrew. Andrew didn't budge beneath his weight. He was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving. Neil couldn't remember what it felt like to have someone hold him up. It was terrifying and liberating all at once. His life was out of his control now; he was giving it to Andrew and hoping Andrew would keep it safe. "

very inspired by that one photo of sabrina carpenter & a guy we saw the other day on the sidewalk with a smoothie in one hand and a very confident pose 🥸

so neil josten. you know how it is

he’s telling Neil to get his gross runners feet off the walls

"How interesting," they say.

(and they say it a lot)

(i'm not kidding. the entirety of the first two books is just both of them saying how interesting the other is. it's suffocating.)

Another medicated Andrew! And black haired Neil!

The two first books hold such bangers, and clearly not enough people ramble about them. I'm a sucker for the relationship they have afterwards obviously, but even before that they're hilarious. Many underrated scenes that could be worth drawing.

Also I underestimated how Neil dress and presents himself - like: he wears oversized, worn out and faded, preferably light-colored clothes; messy curlyish hair with bangs; sports hoodies; JORTS-