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At the far end of the Hogwarts Library, there is a room. It's magically enlarged--- of course--- with bookcases upon bookcases filling the room, nearly the size of half of the regular library. On the bookcases were scrolls, books and tomes, the ones too precious or too dangerous to be kept in the regular library. Of course, they weren't inherently dangerous--- if they were they'd be in the restricted section. They were only dangerous when handled wrong or cast improperly, which meant they were best kept away from the general population of reckless teenagers.

Few were allowed within the confines of the room, and a key was required. Evan Rosier was one of the few--- permissed due to his morbid curiosity for knowledge of all kinds and eagerness to learn all at the school's disposal and then some.

He hummed a haunting melody as he made his way through the stacks, outside the wind hollered and rain fell down from the heavens above.

The angles are crying.

That's what his mother had always said, the thought of those days long past made him smile.

He missed what she used to be. Back when his mother would forget the pastries she was making to dance with him and Pandora in the kitchen.

The memories brought a bitter taste to him--- memories of the women he now knew as 'Mother' and 'Mother' alone, flooding him. He had gotten quite good at fighting the tide at times like these.

He took a deep breath before returning to roaming the halls made by the shelves, however he abandoned the french tune from his boyhood he had been humming.

In the newly silenced athenaeum, sans the water drops pelting against the windows, he could make out a small whimpering noise. It was quiet, almost so faint he wasn't even sure he was hearing it. Almost.

Evan followed the noise, through the stacks he knew so well to the east end of the library. He stopped at the edge of the finial bookcase, two rows down sat Remus Lupin.

Evan felt a twinge of despondence as he looked at the boy, unaware of his presence, curled in on himself as his shoulders shook with silent tears.

Evan moved before he could think, spoke before he could process the words.

"Lupin? Are you alright?" Evan was towering over him--- he was already a good couple inches taller than Remus and adding him sitting on the floor, the brunette boy had to crane his head upwards to see him. Lupin startled at his words, and undoubtedly his sudden emergence.

"Fine! I'm fine... I'm perfectly f--" The boy's voice broke at his own words, he pressed the sleeve of his sweater to one of his eyes in an attempt to soak up his tears, to no avail.

"Hey, it's okay. Here--" Evan pulled a emerald green handkerchief out of his front pocket and handed it to Remus as he sat next to him, "It's okay."

Truthfully Evan had no clue what he was doing. Doing nothing, however, felt wrong. Lupin was kind and, when without his friends, was pleasant to be in class with, so he did the best he could think to do. He sat there and rubbed soft circles into Remus' back as he cried--- much to intimate of a gesture for him to give, Lupin didn't seem to mind that though.

The wind blew gentler now and, similar to Remus, the angles above cried softly--- barely there droplets every now and then.

Remus rested his head on Evan's shoulder, it felt again too close for what they were. "What they were", were nothing and yet it felt like a closely kept secret, told to solely one person and no one else. A deep, dark secret told in the confines of an empty dorm, once said and never again. It felt like a chaste kiss in the deserted halls at midnight. It was close, too close and yet neither of them moved to leave, Remus kept his head on Evan's shoulder and Evan kept his hand on his shoulder. His other hand moved to the inside of Remus' knee, set in Evan's lap as the brunette curled into his embrace, tracing small shapes there.

"Don't... don't tell anyone about this.. please?" Remus murmured, his hot breath on Evan's neck making him blush ever so slightly.

"I won't, your secret is safe with me. You can--- er... you... if a time were to arise... and you don't feel you can talk to anyone else, I'm here." Evan whispered, god he needed help. Offering being a fucking confident to him? And his reaction to his hot breath on his neck? Hell, even coming over to him in the first place? And all of that for Remus Lupin? What was happening to him?

"I will. Thanks... I'm really sorry-- for every thing. It's just... Sirius.. he..." Remus said, his voice wet and sore from sobbing, broke at his friend's name.

The two stayed like that for a moment more, or maybe a couple minutes? Evan's internal clock was hardly ever accurate.

They sat curled in that embrace, enjoying each other's silent company til the clock struck 8, it's loud 8 strikes demanding the students return to their respective dorms.

(for you dearest, @acrossthemoonroses)

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we just checked in on the #evan rosier tag after a break and now we remember why we went on the break in the first place.

forever yours,

the tumbeasts

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history of magic | remus x evan | 432 words

very nsfw!!! dont engage if its not your thing!!!

( @keeper-of-oddities :0)

"No."

"Please, please, please, Re!" Evan says.

Remus sighs. "You're not gonna let up, are you?"

"Look, I'll only do it if you're a hundred percent okay with it," Evan replies.

"Fine."

"Yes! Yes, thank you, Re!"

"You better not make me regret this," Remus laughs softly.

"Course," Evan says, but his grin is wicked.

☆

Remus regrets it. Fifteen minutes into History of Magic and Evan has already pressed the button on the vibrator three times. Every time Remus wants to answer a fucking question, Evan presses the button and Remus has to cough his way through the answer. And he's actually good at History of Magic.

"Who where the main leaders of the 1281 Seige on Anglesey?"

Remus raises his hand carefully, making sure not to raise it too high.

"Mr Lupin?" Binns croaks.

Fuck.

"An old ancestor," Remus says, before he pauses to clear his throat. He glared at Evan, who across the classroom just batted his (pretty) eyelashes and shrugged. He cleared his throat again. "Of Musidora Barkwith and-"

He's going to kill Evan.

"Sorry can I go to the toilet?"

"You alright, Moons?" James asks.

"Peachy. Professor?"

"Yes, yes of course," Binns says, waving his hands airily in the vague direction of Remus.

Remus shoots out the classroom and into the nearest broom cupboard. Evan. Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan Evan Evan Evan Evan Evan Evan Evan Evan Evan EvanEvanEvanEvanEvanEvan over and over and over like a goddamn prayer.

"You calle- OUGFH."

Remus shoves Evan into the wall, holding him down by his neck.

"Colloportus," he murmurs. "You horny little slut. You just couldn't wait to fuck me, could you?"

"You know me so well, Re."

"Well, I'm all ready for you, all prepped because of you. That was fucking irritating, by the way," Remus mutters.

"I know," Evan whispers as he starts to unbutton Remus's shirt. "That was the point."

"E, do not fucking toy with me, get your pants off and your dick in me. Now."

"Needy."

"Your fault," Remus retorts, ripping Evan's shirt off him. "Wait- Ohhh."

"You like?"

"I love."

Underneath his school shirt, Evan has on a black lacy bralette top. And amongst the lace are embroided moons.

"Okay, so shut up and let me fuck you," Evan hisses.

Evan flips them around, so Remus is flat against the wall, malleable in Evan's dark hands.

And fuck Remus he does. Hard and fast. Running back to the Slytherin dorms. Slow and gentle. Loving.

Like they both loved eachother.

Just give them a bit of time to figure that out.

SORRREEEE its vvv late :( and i could write this SOOO much better if i had the app :( but el tada!!!

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Schedule For The Day:

- Wake Up

- Think About Evan Rosier

- Break For Thinking About Other Marauders Things

- Think About Evan Rosier

- Go To Bed

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★ — BOOKWORM ( moonrose one shot )

NOTE: English is not my first language and I still commit A LOT of mistakes, especially when it comes to grammar. Please be kind and patient, and don’t expect something great. I’m still learning, and as part of my process I decided I wanted to write to practice. Apologies for any mistake.

The night closed it’s dark sky right above Remus’ head, as he walked into the library with a silent pace, looking around to confirm that he had not awaken any undesired looks. It was his favorite spot to hang out alone during the night when the insomnia attacked his mind, and the fact that he was a prefect was actually perfect for him to use as an excuse in case that someone caught him sliding quietly around the bookshelves. “I’m looking for students” He said the few times Filch, the watchman, had found him around. It worked every time.

As he walked his feet making some cushioned noise thanks to his soft steps, he could swear he heard something in the dark zone of muggle books. Remus frowned a little bit, trying to find the source of the noise. When he found himself unsuccessful to do it, he shook his head and convinced himself it was only his imagination. He was nervous that night; it was definitely possible that his sensitive mind was playing games with him. So he let it pass, as he walked up to one of the bookshelves in that area, a little bit far from when he heard the noise.

His eager hands slide over the book spines, full of dust, and even if that would normally make Remus very icky to the touch of something, this time made him a little bit sad to think about the abandonment of the muggle volumes. Finally, his fingers stopped when he touched the spine of the book he was looking for; Demian, by Hermann Hesse. As he smiled a little bit and took out the book, holding it in his hands, satisfaction filled up his chest. He had been looking for it for ages, in muggle libraries, and either they had it sold out, or didn’t sell it at all.

He walked again, this time with the book in his hands, looking for a place to sit by while reading. And then, a dark figure came out of between the shelves, and Remus felt the impact of its body against his, the book falling from his hands to the ground, making a noise that definitely would alert Filch.

And if the sound of the falling book wasn’t enough to catch the attention, the surprised scream that leaved Remus’ throat would be enough. His voice came filled with terror, and then, when the first impression passed, he frowned, anger filling his before scared sight─ Fuck ─He said in a murmur, as his mind processed what was in front of him─ Rosier! You fucking idiot…

Evan Rosier was standing right in front of him, a funny smile drawing in his face. The light of the moon that barely came from the crystal ceiling made his blonde, soft, curly hair shine in a way that Remus found inevitably irritant. Evan crossed his arms─ Well, I can’t say I’m surprised to find you here.

─ What is that supposed to mean? ─Remus said, a little bit too defensive. He was usually a calm guy. Not that he couldn’t defend himself; he would in case anyone tried to attack him. He just didn’t find the purpose on unnecessary hostility. Now, with Rosier it was way different. Evan was part of the friend group of Barty Crouch Jr, Dorcas Meadowes, Evan’s sister named Pandora, and Remus’ best friend brother, Regulus Black. That group itself was an extended part of Severus Snape’s friend group, a friend group that happened to have constant confrontations with Remus’ group of friends. And even if personally, Evan never really did anything to Remus, he still found him insufferable, with his easy smile and that attitude of his… And the fact that he was also engage in a friendship with some obnoxious people, and sided with them whenever confrontations happened between their groups, Remus assumed that Evan was just as bad and in need of a fight as Severus and Mulciber, his best friend. “Well, good luck with that” Remus thought, as he bended to take his book from the ground. He wasn’t there to fight, not that night.

Evan’s body relaxed, and Remus noticed then that the other young man was also very tense; even if he tried to hide it. That made him a little bit confused. He had never seen Rosier tense, not like that─ I’m not saying it as a bad thing. Just stating facts. If I would’ve had to guess what you are doing when you challenge the curfew, I’d definitely said is this.

Remus didn’t knew what to say for a moment, as he looked at Evan. He kept quiet. He didn’t find any rude or mockingly tone in his answer. Remus knew Evan wasn’t rude. He was, in fact, not even sarcastic with him, and still, Remus didn’t buy it.

─What are you reading? ─Evan said, suddenly, as he walked up to him. The way he moved was fascinating, elegant and carefree.

─I haven’t started ─Remus answered, as the other guy took the book into his hands and looked at the cover. The metal of Evan’s little silver chain in his wrist made a soft noise as it hit the leather in the cover.

Evan’s eyes burned bright when he looked at the title, a smile, different from his earlier one, way more sincere and genuine, spread across his face─ Demian, huh? A pretty good book.

There was Remus and his frowned look, confused as he gazed over Evan’s face, trying to catch a glimpse of irony or any other feeling that might betray his real intentions. He didn’t saw anything of it. Instead, he found real excitement as the young man let his fingers rush over the pages, reading, with attention, some of the sentences. Remus wouldn’t publicly admit that he was impressed. He knew Evan was smart; really smart. He was one of the best in their generation, very interested in History of Magic as weird as it sounds, phenomenal in Transfigurations and pretty decent in Potions. But besides that, Remus didn’t expected him to be smart in other ways.

─ You have read it, then? ─Remus asked, and he regrets it at the instant; it was obvious that he had.

Evan didn’t seem bothered by that, and he nodded─ Yeah, is one of my favorites. I read it when I was thirteen, and I ended fascinated by it.

─ Is it that good? ─Remus asked, a little smile tracing in his lips. He couldn’t help but be happy and show interest when someone started talking excited about their interests. Even if that someone was Evan Rosier.

─ Yeah, it’s pure gold ─Evan looked up, intertwining his gaze with Remus’. His smile looked intimate all of the sudden─ You will like it.

─ Why are you so sure about that?

Evan shrugged his shoulders, looking away for a moment─ It feels like you will. You give me big bookworm vibes with an intense interest in social topics.

His words might be interpreted as rude, but Remus didn’t find anything close to that in his tone and body language. He was confused before, but after that comment and Evan’s accomplice smile, Remus was even more confused than ever.

─ You’re a bookworm too, then ─Remus said, his dry tone revealing unintentionally that he felt a little bit attacked by the words.

But the other guy didn’t seem bothered at all, as he walked a little bit closer to Remus and handed him the book─ If you say so. I didn’t mean it as an insult, by the way. I think you’re cool─ To Remus silence, Evan’s reaction was winking an eye─ Tell me what you think about it when you start, would you?

─What are you doing here? ─Remus asked, his voice softening a little bit as he relaxed again, curiosity filling his head.

The question kept Evan thinking about his response for a little bit, and Remus could see the internal battle in him, between telling the truth, lying, or directly telling him “None of your business”. Remus would’ve done the last one, to be honest. But Evan answered─ I have insomnia. I like to come here sometimes. Other times, I go to the Astronomy Tower. And you?

Remus thought about it, before answering─ I have insomnia too. I like to read and let time pass in here.

There was again, Evan’s typical smile, that one that Remus knew kept a lot of guys and girls drooling for him. He had to admit it, Evan was very good looking. Remus was not into obnoxious assholes, tho─ Well, how lucky to find you here now, Lupin─ Evan said, as Remus took the book. Then, Evan turned around to the entry of the library ─I’m going back to my bedroom, but it was nice meeting you here. Hope to see you again─ He stopped for a moment─ Oh! And I recommend you to leave this place. You screamed so loud that Filch will probably be here in a couple of minutes.

Remus didn’t said anything as he watched Evan walk away, the guy looking back at him once, before leaving the place. In that moment, Remus realized he spend a short time holding his breath, and looked at the book in his hands. “Stupid Evan Rosier”. He was surprisingly charming. And interesting. Remus set aside his thoughts about Rosier as fast as they came, embarrassed. But couldn’t help the soft feeling of curiosity that made him eager to know Evan and more of his little secret hobbies.

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@transtrashpanda baz i have not! forgotten u, the writing is just taking AAAAAAges :(

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fuck i forgot that souheki was like a thing

Listen.

Everyone needs to be obsessed with at least one rarepair.

Doesn't matter what fandom, you need a rarepair that you love. Ok?

If you don't have a rarepair find yourself one now!

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i fear this is targeted

Listen.

Everyone needs to be obsessed with at least one rarepair.

Doesn't matter what fandom, you need a rarepair that you love. Ok?

If you don't have a rarepair find yourself one now!

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there have been one or two ppl that follow my main that have liked an reblogged a couple posts on here and i,, dont know,,, if THey know,,, its me,,,

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Okayyyy so either

Evan taking care of Remus after the full moon. He has Remus' head in his lap and quietly reading to him and adding in his own commentary every once in a while. Maybe he's like carding his fingers through his hair? Idk but just them being soft and cute after a full when Remus is still sore and lethargic :)

OR

Remus going to classes and stuff with a vibrator up his ass and Evan has the remote? Like they're on opposite sides of the room and every time Remus tries to answer a question or anything Evan turns it on and watches Remus try (and fail) to maintain composure?

AHAHKSAK OKAOKAY so imma do both!!! ill make seperate posts then tag u!!! <3

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✨ Marauders Moodboards ✨

Remus Lupin

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✨Marauders Moodboards ✨

Evan Rosier

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who wants to send me moonrose asks im Bored and i miss writing :0

( @transtrashpanda)

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yall i forgot this fucking sideblog existed i missed it :( <3

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list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (no pressure of course :3)

laughing until your jaw hurts

running. despite it all i fucking love the adrenaline and endorphins and the freeness

the crackling sound that campfires make

found family tropes

david bowie :0

[acrossthemoonroses]

Unpopular opinion but Remus and Evan can and should be obsessed with each other in the most toxic, unhealthy, and quite possibly very dangerous way possible.

(more moonrose, love, @acrossthemoonroses)

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chat im writing a moonrose one-shot fic