Moonwater | Remus Lupin, Head Prefect—steady, disciplined, the most responsible of the Marauders wasn’t meant to feel things like this. Not for a Slytherin. Definitely not for Regulus Black.
After a mission goes wrong, Hazel Levesque, Nico di Angelo, and Leo Valdez wake up stranded on the Argo II with no memory of the last 48 hours. The ship drifts near an uncharted coastline, and reality itself feels unstable—objects move on their own, shadows act strangely, and the Mist flickers.
Sirius was always taught that love was never free. “You can’t love it just makes you weak, even if u fake it, it always seeps through” his mother would warn him ever since he was a child. There was no love in the black house, u preformed for the black name and then you passed it down. Status and survival were the same words in that household and Sirius loved to break the rules. When Remus walked into that gryffindor looking like a walking red flag with a cigarette and a hard stressed look he was captivated, he never thought he was into men at least not like this especially not the prefect, not the wolf, the red flag, but fuck red was his favorite color.