Happy holiday season! May your days be smutty and bright!
“What did I tell you.”
Remus toed his shoes off, “No, what did I tell you?”
Sirius closed his eyes, the rain sounding more like hail on the windows, the cars with not-crappy tires whizzing past them from their place on the shoulder of the road, “Shut. Up.”
Remus put his feet up on the dashboard and popped a potato chip into his mouth, shrugging, “I said it was gonna rain, that’s all. I said it was going to rain, and what did you say again?”
Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose.
Remus cocked his head to the side, “What was that?”
“I said it wasn’t going to rain, okay? Shut up.”
Remus put his hands up, smirking, “Alright, alright.”
They listened to a clap of thunder roll across the sky.
“You know, any old person would be saying ‘I told you so’ right now.”
Sirius looked at Remus with a sarcastic smile, “Well, aren’t you valiant then.”
Remus grinned back, “A bit, yes.”
Sirius groaned, slumping in his seat until his knees were crunched up against the steering wheel, “We’re going to be here for hours. Fuck.”
“We have potato chips.”
Sirius rested his cheek against his knees, his voice coming out slightly muffled, “You’re eating all the potato chips.”
Remus rolled his eyes but smiled, crinkling the bag closed and throwing it at his feet, “Oh, come here.”
Sirius pressed his face fully into his knees, “No.”
Remus laughed, reaching cross the center console to try and tug Sirius towards him, “Come here.”
“Why?” Remus laughed.
Sirius took his face out from the fabric of his sweatpants just long enough to glower at Remus, “Because you’re just too valiant.”
“Jesus Christ Pads, come here.”
Sirius allowed himself to be pulled, rather uncomfortably, into Remus’ lap, glowering the entire time. His stare only melted a little at the feeling of Remus’ warm fingers running under his layers of jacket, sweatshirt, and t-shirt, fingers sliding over his rib cage. Remus dug his fingers in slightly, pulling Sirius closer, “I know a way to pass the time.”
Sirius tried his best to keep his front up, “Do you?”
Remus leaned forward, taking Sirius’ bottom lip gently between his teeth. He grinned, “Uhuh…” Sirius’ breathing hitched as Remus’ teeth dug into his skin a little harder for a moment, before he released it, “You might want to loose the glower though… I think you might like it.”
Sirius gaze melted at the mischievous smile on Remus’ face, “Well, what did you have in mind?”
Remus grinned, and Sirius let out a yelp as they were jolted backwards. Remus had flattened the seat out.
“God-“ Sirius laughed, hands falling on either side of Remus’ head, supporting himself, “Little warning next timph-“
Remus’ kiss was hot and hard, lips working slowly over Sirius’ as his palms slid, warm and dry on his skin, and for a moment everything but the constant patter of rain on the windows was whited out. Sirius let himself fall into it, back arching against his hands and chests pressing together. Remus spread his legs suddenly, knocking Sirius’ knees out from under him so that they fell together.
“Jesus..” Sirius panted, eyes slipping closed as Remus’ mouth dragged from his pulse point, the place they had slipped to when Sirius had fallen, along his jawline. It left a cool trail when warm lips were replaced with chilly air. Remus laughed breathlessly, hand moving between them, fingers hooking over the elastic waist of Sirius’ sweatpants for a moment before slipping his hand inside.
Sirius opened his eyes. His chest tingled with each rapid beat of his heart, all sparked by RemusRemusRemus; the look on his face as he watched each of Sirius’ reactions to the movements of his hands, his touch.
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, letting a small sound escape, and tucked his face into Remus’ neck at a particularly perfectly aimed stroke of Remus’ thumb, “Re..”
Sirius opened his mouth to speak but just ended up sucking gently on Remus’ pulse point instead. He pressed his hand to Remus’ lower stomach in place of words, just above the button of his jeans. His fingers felt too clumsy to ever get it undone— definitely not with Remus’ hand in his pants and breath on his neck— and he ended up just letting out a frustrated noise.
Remus laughed softly, “Having trouble?”
Sirius just shot him a look and roughly pushed up his thick, gray sweatshirt, still rain-speckled from their earlier run to the car. Remus’ white t-shirt came with it, and he threw the two clothing items into the drivers seat. His hands moved back to Remus’ pants but Remus captured both of Sirius’ palms in one of his.
He smirked, “First you.”
Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short with a gasp as Remus sat up suddenly, pushing Sirius’ jumper up, mouth instantly latching onto his chest. Sirius let his head loll back, his eyes slip shut, as Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ newly bared waist tightly. His lips were soft and slow against the dip in the middle space where Sirius’ ribcage met. Sirius allowed himself to revel in the touch for a moment before he started fidgeting, squirming to get out of the the sweatshirt that suddenly felt all too warm.
They laughed stupidly when Sirius got stuck for a moment, and Remus instantly tilted his chin up to capture Sirius’ lips, only they were almost smiling too much.
“Here,” Remus mumbled against his mouth. He held Sirius tightly with one arm, the other reaching forward to fiddle with the heat, “you warm enough?”
Sirius nodded, nose bumping Remus’, and guided his hand back around him, fingers tilting his chin back towards him.
“‘m warm.” He mumbled quietly, before kissing Remus like Remus had kissed him: hotly and fierce.
Remus’ response was almost instant, his body reacting like electricity to Sirius’. His hands were instantly in his hair, and then on his chest, then tugging at his pants. Sirius’ fingers finally accomplished undoing Remus’ jeans. They broke the kiss for only a moment, Sirius pushing Remus roughly backwards onto the flattened seat, Remus arching his hips off the seat so Sirius could slide the denim from his legs. Remus had an easier time removing the cotton sweatpants, groping Sirius’ bare arse while he was at it.
Sirius muffled a laugh against Remus’ neck and fell against his chest again, mouths colliding messily. He gasped as their bare skin touched, heat against heat, hips knocking together.
Sirius shuttered when Remus’ breath hit his neck as he muttered the curse. Remus’ hands dug into Sirius’ arse, pulling their bodies tighter together. Sirius spread his legs a little, knees against Remus’ hips, feet pressing against the center console and passenger door for leverage.
The moment he started rocking, the moment he saw Remus’ face, he thought he was a goner. The slide of their cocks was slightly awkward, bumping a little, but heaven. Sirius reached up to grab the shoulder of the passenger seat, needing something to hold onto, as he watched Remus’ eyes slip closed and draw his lip between his teeth.
“Jesus Pads…” The nickname sent sparks up Sirius’ spine. Remus’ hands tight on his hips sent jolts of static electricity through him. His hips jolted more sporadically now, slightly more desperate for the building friction. He mere image, the weight of their bodies moving together, was almost too much.
Sirius gripped the seat tighter when he felt Remus’ nails dig into the fragile skin of his hips. He let a small sound escape as Remus too started moving his hips, bucking up as Sirius pushed down, and nearly increasing the friction tenfold. Remus let out a soft noise at the same time he did at this revelation and was suddenly pushing himself onto his elbows, then all the way so their chests were pressed together, cocks held tight between them. Sirius let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, cheek to skin, breath fanning across Remus’ neck as he continued to hump his hips forward in time with their panting breaths. He felt Remus press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach without putting a single inch of distance between them.
“So fucking good, Pads…” He was breathless, arms tight around Sirius, “So good, c’mon, keep going… please..” He added the please like an after thought, like he didn’t know he was saying it out loud.
Remus’ pleas made Sirius’ breath catch in his throat, the soft murmurs of please and his name in his ear spurring him on to the point where his nails dug into Remus’ back and the tension was almost too much and not enough at the same time. He huffed into Remus’ neck and moved to pull back— only Remus got the message too quickly. Remus’ hand was between them in an instant, wrapping around both of them together and moving a little desperately.
“Re-“ Sirius’ hands went to his hair, threading his fingers through the tousled strands. He couldn’t seem to still his hips against Remus’ skin, “Remus, fuck- yes- God, yes-“
And Remus let out a choked moan and Sirius was finished, gone. He felt Remus’ forehead fall into his shoulder so that their bodies were almost completely intertwined, white heat painting their chests between them. He gasped for air and was only further surrounded by Remus, warm and musky and homehomehome.
Sirius’ breathing was shuddery as it slowed, his lungs and heart trying to match each other’s pace. He could feel Remus’ heart doing the exact same thing, fighting to matching his breaths. Sirius let all of his muscles relax into Remus’ chest, and Remus took the hint, laying them back down against the seat. Sirius let his eyes slip closed, re-opening one briefly when he felt Remus shift slightly, but it was only so he could pull both their sweatshirts of them as a sort of makeshift blanket.
“Good?” He asked quietly as he tried to cover Sirius’ quickly cooling body as best he could.
Sirius hummed contently, tracing his finger tips along Remus’ collar bone. Remus let his head rest back, pushing his fingers under the sweatshirts to rest on the warm skin of Sirius’ back.
“Pretty good idea I had then?”
Sirius hummed again.
“I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t say this but-”
Sirius didn’t open his eyes, “Don’t.”
“I told you-“
“You’re ruining a perfectly good moment.”
Remus pulled Sirius closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “This is still a perfectly good moment…”
Sirius didn’t have the energy to fight back and sunk back into to Remus’ chest with nothing but a light hit to his arm.
‘Hypothetically speaking, if you were to see a good-looking bloke and a girl walk out of a girls’ lavatory together - like say, hypothetically, the first floor girls’ lavatory, down by the Defense room - what is the immediate thought that would pop into your head?’
‘Oh, Merlin, lily what the buggering hell did you do now?
‘This is hypothetical Gracie, now please, answer the question’
To all of our lovely Witches, Wizards, and Non-Magic folk,
Hello! How are you? I sincerely hope this message finds you
well. It’s been quite a while since you last heard from any of us, so I suppose
that is where I will start.
First of all, on behalf of all the cast and crew of The Gathering Storm: A Marauders Fan Film
I would like to apologize for how long it has taken to bring this film to life
and to make this dream a reality. We realize that you have been waiting a long time for this film, and we are
truly sorry about that. I think that should be first and foremost. Believe me
when I tell you, we all want the film to be finished just as badly as you do.
And we absolutely hear you every single time one of you asks us “When is the
film coming out?” Whether we like it or not, it is always a fair question. So
again, we sincerely apologize for the wait and thank you from the bottom of our
hearts for supporting us, for sticking with us, and for maintaining your
enthusiasm for this project. We are working very hard to make it the film that
That brings me to a brief (ish) explanation of what the past
year or so of post-production has looked like and why it has taken this long.
The first thing to admit is that this project was an enormous undertaking. When
this film was dreamed up and our team was assembled, the majority of us were
still students, with a few exceptions who were recent graduates. As you may or
may not know, it is very rare for student-run projects to reach feature-film-length.
It is equally rare for fan films to do this. The simple fact is that without a
professional team already assembled and behind you (as well as a professional
budget), it is incredibly difficult to bring together enough resources and people
– and to carve out enough time – to shoot and produce anything longer than
25-40 minutes long. Even projects of that length are incredibly challenging
undertakings. Admittedly, we probably unknowingly bit off a bit more than we
could chew at the time. However, that is not in any way to say that the quality
of The Gathering Storm suffered as a result. It just slowed the process a bit, because we were all basically
learning on the fly. As you know, it took
us almost the entirety of that first year (May 2014 – March 2015) to finish
shooting all the footage we felt we needed in order to put together a
high-quality film and a fully-realized story. Yes, our inexperience hindered us in a few places along
the way, as it does with any student or fan project. While we may not be a Hollywood Blockbuster
level production, I have no doubt that you will love getting to see the
Marauders story we have all wanted for so long.
Since the completion of shooting, post production has been a
sometimes fast, sometimes slow process. Approximately the first six months after we wrapped
shooting (March 2015 – August 2015) were completely lost, as a result of some
unexpected turnover in the editing department. To put it somewhat more bluntly,
our original editors were unable to continue with the project. In addition to
that, the editor that we initially brought on to replace them also, after a few
weeks, determined that they would be unable to follow through with this
project. So searching for a qualified editor willing to commit to the entirety
of the project was step number one, and that took much longer than we had hoped.
After that, our post-production team evolved significantly. Members of our
team, myself included, who were not originally going to be part of
post-production, were brought on in order to shoulder more of the workload and
in order to get things moving in a productive direction.
The first few months were spent in intensive meetings between
Aaron (our director), Danielle (our producer), Jenni (our new editor), and
myself, where we recalibrated and reconfigured many of the creative aspects of
the film. In short, we felt like some of the moments of our story were not as
“earned” as they should be, so we spent a significant amount of time on fixing
that (and we believe we were successful, by the way). Those meetings illustrate
a larger point about the tediousness of this process though: We have kept you
guys waiting for so long now, that at this point we absolutely refuse to give
you anything less than the very best possible version of this film. Yes, we
could have accelerated the editing process We
could have not bothered to adjust story elements, and we could be taking much
simpler and more-direct routes through finishing the final aspects of post-production…
but we as a team cannot and will not in good conscience do that. You guys
deserve the very best, both for your support of us during the campaign, and for
your continued support and patience now. In every single conceivable sense of
the phrase, we would not have been able to make this movie without you. And we
will never probably be able to fully express our gratitude. The least we can do
is make sure that every aspect of this film is done in the best possible way it
That is why post-production has taken so long, along with a
number of extenuating circumstances. We have had other crew members have to
leave the project due to personal conflicts (as mentioned before, plus others),
our lead editor and our VFX artist both have to work over 60 hours a week at
their real jobs, some of us lost friends and family members over the past year,
and a member of our post team lost their home in the Louisiana Floods this past
August. It’s been a year, you guys.
As 2016 has been for many people, it has been. a. freaking. year. And to be clear, these aren’t
meant as excuses. We are not asking you guys to stop begging for this film or
to “get off of our backs.” We want you on our backs. Stay there. You’ve earned it. These are simply being
offered to you as explanations for part of why we have so dearly needed your
incredible patience and support.
We have been going back and forth amongst ourselves for a
few weeks now, trying to decide whether to send out a new update. For a while
we were thinking we wanted to hold off, not release any more updates until we
were ready to release a new trailer. But we have decided, that with things
moving as slowly as they have, we didn’t want to continue to maintain radio
silence. We realize that
updates have been few and far between for both supporters of our Kickstarter
and of our Indiegogo, and we’ve pledged to be more vigilant about that. If you
are one of our backers, please check the Indiegogo or Kickstarter Pages. We’ve
posted an update for you regarding backer rewards, as well.
So that’s where we’re at. We’re still here, we’re still hard
at work, we still love each and every one of you for your support, and we have
not forgotten about you or this project. We’re into the home stretch now. What
remains is finishing the original score, visual effects, sound mixing, color
correction, and a few other finishing touches. As I mentioned before, because
all of us have now entered “professional” life, we all have a lot less time on
our hands to get these things done. So I cannot honestly say how long those
remaining tasks will take. But what I can
promise is that we will do the best job that we can, and we will not be cutting
any corners. You all have waited this long for The Gathering Storm. We will not
be delivering the 75%-of-what-it-could-have-been version. When it is finally
done, it will be the 100% version of this film. And I promise, as soon as we
know when we’ll have it done, you will too.
We get just a little bit closer every single day.
This project has been a huge part of our lives for the past
couple years and it has been amazing to share the journey with all of you.
We’ll all be able to say “MischiefManaged” together soon, I promise. ^_~
So, finally, from all of us on the TGS post-team, and from
everyone who worked on the film during production as well: Thank you again,
from the bottom of our hearts, for your continued patience and support for The
Gathering Storm. You’ll be hearing from us again soon.
Benjamin Wessels Co-writer, Actor, and Associate Producer
Heyyy best blog in the world❤️ i was wondering if i could have a Young Remus imagine
where the reader and him are crushing on eachother. And the marauders, lily,
marlene and the reader all go spend the cheistmas break at James’ but there
isn’t enough beds so every one gets to share a room and a bed. Sirius and james
tells Re that its his chance so he proposes to share with the reader and
there’s a strom witch the reader is afraid of so he comforts her! They admit
everything by the end? Thanks 😘
James had invited you and your
friends at his Manor for Christmas break. This meant the marauders, Lily, Marlene
and you were together with the Potters. It was already late, and Peter couldn’t
help but yawn.
When the host saw it, he smiled
sadly and said: “Ok, I’ll call it a night. There are 3 rooms though, so we’ll have to
“No problem, Prongs!” assured
“Ok… Follow me”
You did as told and followed James.
You found yourselves in a corridor with three rooms. James explained:
“Well, the first two rooms have 2 beds each one, and the last one has got 3
“Lily and I are taking the first
one!” Marlene cried out. The girls were so tired they mumbled good night and already
entered the bedroom, without expecting any objection.
Now you were alone with the
marauders, which meant you’d have to share with at least one of them. Just great.
They were your friends, but a night full of snores wasn’t on your to-do list. Suddenly,
James and Sirius lowered their voices and said something you couldn’t quite
make out to Remus.
“I’ll share with y/n” Remus offered
blushing, shortly after.
You smiled: you had hoped he would
offer it. He was your crush, after all. The marauders smiled knowingly at Remus
and went to the third room, while you and Remus entered yours. You fell asleep
A horrible noise woke you up. Dammit, did it have to rain? You
thought. You didn’t like thunderstorms one bit. In fact, you were afraid of
them. You sat up, shut your eyes and covered your ears, trying to think on
something else, but the lightings and the thunderbolts carried on. You
couldn’t help it, when a particularly noisy thunderbolt sounded, you let out a
cry. This woke Remus up. Rubbing his eyes and sitting on his bed, he asked with
a sleepy voice: “Y/n? Are you ok?”
Letting all the tears finally stream
down your face, you shook your head and held back a sob. You managed to mumble:
Remus took action and sat next to
you; he put your arms around you and held you tightly.
“It’s fine, y/n. You have nothing to
be scared of… I’m with you. The thunder won’t get you” he kept whispering
sweetly in your ear.
You two stood like that for 30
minutes, when the weather seemed to calm down.
“See, you’ll be able to sleep now”
Remus told you, after kissing your forehead. He made a move to get up and go to
his bed, but you screamed: “Wait! Please, don’t leave! W-would it be weird if
you slept by my side?”
Remus cheeks turned pink, but he
laid down next to you, keeping you close with your head on his shoulder.
When you woke up, Remus was already
awake and staring at you.
“Good morning…” he said.
“G’morning” you smiled. Suddenly,
flashes of what happened last night rushed through your mind, making you groan.
“Sorry about last night…” you apologized,
Remus looked at your y/e/c eyes with
a serious expression and took your hand. With a deep voice, he confessed: “I am
“W-what?” you asked, bewildered by
The heat rose to his face and he
gulped. You weren’t expecting what he was about to reveal: “Don’t get me wrong! I hated to see
you afraid like that! What I meant is I actually liked holding you,
and I definitely liked waking up next to you.”
You simply didn’t know how to react
at his words, you were too shocked. You didn’t need to reply though, as he kept
rambling: “In fact I have wanted to hold you like that for a long time, y/n.
And the thunderstorm gave me the perfect excuse to do so. I have to confess Sirius and James wanted this to happen, they said it was my chance to finally tell you how I feel for you…”
Holding your breath you wondered, with a shy voice: “And how do you feel?”
He chuckled: “I love you, y/n. I’ve always had feelings for you…”
You smiled and admitted: “You know,
I wanted you to offer to share the bedroom, and not anybody else. I’ve had a
crush on you since I can remember… I love you, Remus”
The werewolf sweetly cupped your
face and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Maybe thunderstorms weren’t
that bad, after all.
I asked the cast of The Gathering Storm how their characters would procrastinate for finals. This was the response.
Procrastinates studying for my own finals by helping Marlene study for her finals. Who's in all my classes to begin with.
Get back to work. Finals are going to happen, no matter how badly you want to avoid them. Might as well be as prepared as you can.
We have finals?
Procrastinates until the very last second and then beg Lily to help me study. Quidditch. Bothering Lily while she studies. Plot the destruction of all pure bloods. And the patriarchy.
Set all my notes on fire, blame it on a first year, and then sit down by the lake to feed the plimplys.
Spend an absurd amount of time and effort calculating how much I'd need to do to get a barely passing grade, and then do the least amount of work possible. Make time for lots of reading and snacking breaks.
Wait, you guys would procrastinate? But you've got to do your schoolwork!
I'm with Regulus and Lupin on this. Unless, of course, you have an archenemy whose demise must be plotted.
I'm probably never going to grade any of them anyway.
I know with Marlene & her brother you compared them being muggle born siblings with magic to the creeveys though i'm curious to how you justify her role in the lives of the marauders & lily given lily's letter in dh & the way she collectively speaks of the Mckinnons not Marlene's family. I hope this doesn't come off as a criticism it's not i thoroughly enjoy Marlene's place in fanfics & she's one of many reasons im looking forward to tgs but the letters are always in the back of my mind
Marlene’s character changed more than just about any other character in the film from original concept to final execution. Hell, she was changing and evolving while we were on set shooting the film. And largely, the credit for that goes to @professor-remus. She took a character who was originally a fun B-character, and made her into one of my favorite characters in our story. And Caroline was the one who came up with the sibling backstory.
The idea of how to reconcile the idea of “The McKinnons” as a great Wizarding family was something we discussed a lot early on. And I will admit, our original plan was awful. We had come up with two ways to make that idea work: Either A) The Creevey Brothers model, or B) Have McKinnon be a married name. I’m embarrassed to admit that our original plan was the latter. It was later, when I was talking to Caroline, that she pointed out how much that just didn’t work with the way the character was evolving. Our Marlene just isn’t someone who was going to get hitched that young. Thus we started veering more towards the other concept. That was really the beginning of Marlene’s evolution, and I am so grateful that Caroline spoke up. Because what we came up with was a much stronger character than what we originally had. And while it’s not something we get into in our story, I love the sibling idea. The backstory we ended up with is a great dynamic that I would have loved to explore further.
That said, on the matter of Marlene’s relationship to Lily and the Marauders, and the letter from Lily to Sirius:
When you’re making any sort of adapted screenplay, things are going to change. Cutting narraration and internal monologues, cutting things for length, or altering (hopefully minor) story elements for the sake of the story. Sometimes these changes hurt the story, but other times they’re for the best (ie: The addition of the Bridge scene in PoA, Slughorn’s story about Lily in HBP, Sirius being the one to give Harry the photo instead of Moody, or Severus being killed by Sectumsempra instead of the Hamster Ball of Doom).
Lily’s letter, along with Sirius talking about Marlene in the film adaptation of OotP were two of the biggest early inspirations for Marlene’s relationships in The Gathering Storm. But yes, the way Lily talks about Marlene in her letter does imply a less personal relationship than the one in our film. We consciously chose to make them closer, both to ingrain her more into the story, to give Lily her own life and social circle, and to give us another muggleborn viewpoint in the story.
So long story short, yes, it is a slight alteration from the canon. It’s one of several, and was done both because it was necessary for the sake of the plot, and to bring this character more centrally and dramatically into our story.