#howlingremus

SO IN CELEBRATION OF FINALS BEING (almost) OVER:

I will be doing a little q&a video of me answering WHATEVER questions you guys want. 

there are no rules: all you have to do is send in a question to my ask box by this Friday, January 9, before 2:00PM (pacific time)

AND

as a special guest, my roommate will be joining me in this little q&a so you’ll get to hear both of us talk!

just some ideas for questions you can ask us:

any kind of advice (romantic, life, etc)

personal life stuff (although we might not answer anything super specific)

college life 

our favorite things to do

anything about you

hopefully I get a lot of questions and this doesn’t flop, cause both of us will be v disappointed if it does! I’ve been wanting to do something with my roommate for awhile, and this is a good way for me to get to know my followers better as well :)

Pairing: Sirius x Marlene Word count: 802 Summary: They’re loosing this war. Everyone knows it. One night, Sirius just wants to escape it all, and maybe Marlene could help him. Maybe she could just drag him down. Rating: K

A/N: This is the first of my fics from my other blog to be transfered to this one also I’m gonna tag @blacklnnon because she’s ma blackinnon stan

London was dark tonight, clouds hanging low over the sleeping city. But Sirius wasn’t asleep. He was sitting on the roof of his flat, watching the city. It seemed to slow down at night, seemed to breath slower. The late September air bit at his cheek. Two years ago, they’d have been sitting here together, the four of them. They were young then, careless. Now, they were falling, helplessly. Fighting a losing battle.

Something moved behind him and Sirius flinched, turning on the spot. He was always prepared that at any moment someone would find him, creep up behind him without him hearing it. Then, as Marlene’s head peered up from the fire stairs, he drew a breath of relief. Maybe he shouldn’t have, they hadn’t ended things on great terms the last time they saw each other, but at this point anyone who didn’t straight up want to kill him was to prefer over someone who did.

“Hi.” He looked from her, to the ground. The small stone square was littered with cigarettes, most of them his, so when she reached him one, he naturally took it.

“Hi.” She took a drag at the cigarette.

“How did you know…?”

“James told me about the…disagreement.” He thought she didn’t quite meet his gaze, as to tell him, wordlessly, that she still held the same opinion. “He would’ve come, but you know…Dumbledore has the cloak. He didn’t know who else to send.” She took another drag, leaning against the fire stairs.

“I know you don’t agree…” Marlene huffed, almost inaudible. “…but I think…we need to cut down on the people we trust. More so now than ever. After…Dorcas, who knows what will happen.”

“I can’t believe you still think Remus did it. He…he loved her.” She’d hesitated, and Sirius knew why.

Drag in, drag out, they stood quiet for a long while. The lights in the building next door shut of, then the ones in a flat across the street. Not until then had he gone through the words in his head enough times to dare speak them.

“I’m gonna say this.” He took a deep breath. “And hope you forget it in the morning.”

“The chances are high.” Marlene pulled out another cigarette, and sat down on the edge of the roof as she lit it.

“I…I did. I do.”

Marlene frowned at him.

“That night, you asked if I loved you. I did.”

“Past tense.” It wasn’t an accusation, or a question. Just a simple acknowledgement.

“No, I mean, I do. I love you.” Of all the ways he’d imagined telling her those three words, this wasn’t one of them. But he’d learnt that life didn’t ever go like you imagined.

The night hid her reaction from him. “Maybe…maybe I do too.” She pulled her knees closer to her.

“I love you, Marlene McKinnon, and it scares the bloody hell out of me. Because I’ve seen what happens when you love, you end up heartbroken. You don’t understand how much I wish I could hate you. I wish you could disappear into the night and I wouldn’t spend every moment worrying until I heard from you again. But fucking hell, I can’t.” He didn’t notice the tears running down his cheeks until he took a deep, slightly shaky, breath and stopped talking.

Marlene was moving, he heard her shoes touch the stone. They were still high heeled, like they were still in school, and Mary was still there to compete with her. The tapping sound as they moved across the small square, and the unreadable expression on her face as she came close enough for him too get a proper look at her.

In the years to come, he’d replay it in his mind. The tapping, the facial expression.

Then, she pressed her lips against him, slowly, softly. It was an apology and an explanation. It was all the hellos and all the goodbyes. He just didn’t realise what goodbye. The last goodbye.

When she leaned back, their hands touched. Sirius would always remember that touch. The last touch.

“If I’m supposed to have forgotten this in -” She glanced at her wristwatch. “- five hours, I better get to that forgetting.” He’d replay those words time after time, until they were the constant background song to everything he was doing. The last words.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business. [insp]

aw thank you so much bex! i changed the title for this one, hope you don’t mind <3

title: kisses.pairing: regulus black x petunia dursleysummary: “i’m a muggle,” petunia whispers against his lips. “i know,” he replies, but kisses her deeper. their hands intwine as petunia leads them to the swings she grew up on, and she makes sure that she kisses regulus as much as she can. when he does not come back, and she hears through passing news from lily (she doesn’t speak to her anymore) that regulus had died, (”better, that good for nothing death eater”) petunia goes back to the swings, and sits.

when petunia dies, she is buried beside her husband, but her soul takes hands with regulus.

petunia evans is a lousy kisser. this is a fact. she has never truly fallen in love with someone in her life, and she approaches it as if it was an assignment: if you work smart, and methodically, it will succeed. the problem is that kissing is nothing like an assignment. her first boyfriend described their kiss as “washing a toilet out with a toothbrush.” 

regulus black is an excellent kisser. this is also a fact. he kissed his first girlfriend at fourteen, and loved it. he kissed as well - some might say better - as his older brother, and he kissed like there was no tomorrow. 

they meet at a small muggle party on the outskirts of spinner’s end, cokeworth, when regulus is being introduced to serverus snape. petunia evans is not quite sure what she’s doing there - she is a muggle - but she stays. 

the alcohol washes brightly through the both of them, and petunia finds herself pushed against the back of a store, with regulus’ lips harsh against hers. 

“you’re a terrible kisser,” he mumbles against her lips. she ignores him, and kisses him harder. 

“this is what you get,” she whispers back, flipping the tables on him, and pushing him against the wall that was across from them in the alley. 

“i don’t mind,” he replies, and trails kisses down her neck. 

“i’m a muggle,” she gasps, and grabs onto his shirt. 

“i know,” he replies, careful and calm. “i know.”

regulus kisses her gently, passionately. he kisses her slow enough for her to learn, he teaches her how to kiss. petunia nibbles on his ear, and kisses his forehead. she is still terrible, but what matters to regulus is that she tries. 

there is a slight improvement.  

“have you been here before?” she asks, taking his hand in hers. he nods. “like before this,” petunia elaborates. he nods again. she smiles at him, and he gives her a small quirk of one back. they turn the corner at the end of the street to find a dazzling sunset with a pair of swings. (it is a fact that petunia likes to share.)

“grew up here,” petunia whispers. regulus raises an eyebrow. 

“oh really?” his voice is mocking. petunia playfully slaps him on the arm. 

“yes,” she says, and runs towards the swings. regulus places his hands in his pockets, and runs after her. he catches her on the swings, and places gentle kisses on her neck. 

“oh stop it!” she exclaims, pushing him away. “not here!” he smirks, and walks behind her, driving her forward on the swing. “regulus!” she laughs. 

“until the stars - you only have to ask,” he says. (it is also a fact that regulus is very generous.)

regulus is a leaver. he leaves. this is a fact. he leaves relationships, he leaves dreams, he leaves. he is not good at loving, and this is also a fact. 

petunia stays. she stays in the same place, same relationships, the same life. it is all the same. but she is not much better at loving than regulus, and it is a fact. 

so when regulus leaves, petunia does not really know what to do, because if she chases after him, it means she also leaves. and so she doesn’t.

regulus runs after change, and petunia shields from it. these are facts. (petunia is still a lousy kisser, and regulus still a fantastic one.)

one day, regulus comes back. petunia doesn’t want to believe it. but he does. they kiss like no tomorrow. petunia’s kisses are just as bad as they were at the beginning. 

“out of practice?” he gasps. 

“you could say,” she replies. 

and regulus teaches her all over again. 

she hears through the grapevine of a death to a man called regulus black. she’s not entirely sure where she hears it, or who she hears it from - she just hears it. 

petunia’s hand goes up to her lips. her hands shake, but her eyes do not shed tears. not yet. ghosts of regulus’ kisses grace her neck, hands, and mouth. 

regulus is all over her, and he will never be back. (this is a fact.)

petunia evans had never really improved at kissing, and regulus black had never stayed around long enough to keep on teaching her. 

and so her kisses stay lousy as ever, and his ghost does not come back. 

she marries vernon dursley who does not mind her lousy kisses, because his are just as lousy, and she lives the rest of her life out as a muggle. 

she buried beside her husband, and her ashes sprinkled over her sister’s grave, but her soul rises to greet regulus’. 

“out of practice?” he asks, taking her in his arms. she smiles. 

Tarot Card Inspired:

thanks so much sandhya! I hope you have/had a lovely day as well 💜

URL: i don’t get it, but it’s still lovely | amazing | how?! | katie bell

ICON: cute | amazing | outstanding | alicia spinnet

THEME: cute | amazing | outstanding | angelina johnson

MOBILE THEME: cute | amazing | outstanding | demelza robins

POSTS: awesome | amazing | outstanding | ginny weasley

OVERALL: awesome | amazing | outstanding | cho chang

FOLLOWING: no, but you’re amazing and ily | now | of course | forever because you’re a keeper

feel it still is such a tune!! 

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