Status Updates From A Brief History of Dragons

what in the poetry masterpiece i love this aaaaaah

For Sirius, with love;
the Sir Gawain to my Lady Ragnel

"Oh, Remus," he says softly, not trusting his voice one bit. His eyes feel all hot.

it took sirius making a joke about dragons’ existence in his internal monologue for me to realise this was a muggle au

porridge seems so gross

And perhaps it's as perfect a moment as any Sirius can remember.

He's perfect, and alone, and he just struggles with things sometimes. It doesn't make him lesser, though, he'll tell them. He'll shout that from the rooftops, too. It doesn't make him lesser at all; it just makes him Remus.

"Thank you for breakfast," he hears softly from behind him, and he can't stop the grin that spreads across his face as he steps out into the sun.

"How do you know my name?" he says dumbly, something electric tingling in the tips of his fingers.

Remus doesn't look up.

"I asked James."

oh look another fic! shocker!

reading this and listening to hozier at the same time brings me so much comfort