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Do you think after PoA Remus went back to spend full moons with Sirius? Do you think after knowing those nights didn't have to be nightmares and going back to transforming alone in a cell for years, then on Wolfsbane, he actually experienced that freedom again? Do you think when Sirius died he lost that again, too? Do you think after the Potters' death he had to be reminded every month of the reason he was stripped of that luxury? Of what his friends that he had all lost in one go had done for him? Of what he had lost? Do you think something already so horrible also got on that new shade of horrifying meaning?

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save me from my chronic hip pain remus lupin. save me from my bad joints pls remus j lupin! save me from my adhd and reading remus john lupin!! SAVE ME FROM MY HOPELESS GAYNESS REMUS JOHN "MOONY" LUPIN!!!

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this one has a special "yes to every single detail" taste

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fan fiction isn’t enough anymore I need to inject James Potter directly into my veins

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HE'S SO SMALL

Remus Lupin with his 4 jammed toast

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Okay, I'm gonna say it. I hate the Jegulus raising harry trope. Wym James gets to raise him but Lily doesn't? Wym she's left out? Wym your ship is more important than her motherhood?

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Recently I've been cooking some Marauders x Chronicles of Narnia scenarios and I've been making them into the beginning of a fic and I promise the material is good but I don't really have a follow up to it. Should I post it anyway

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Saw The professor and the Madman today in which a Scottish (my Italian ass thought his accent Welsh at first and Welsh he staid in my mind the whole time) man of great knoledge but relatively low social origin collaborated with a man of previous high social status, now imprisoned for murder and believed mad and dangerous. Could not keep wolfstar out of my head one (1) second. Cried. Felt the need to share.this ha

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this is more for manga readers but do you ever think of how protective Bakugou has probably been towards Izuku after they managed to bring him back to ua? Like, i'm not talking big physical protection gestures, just everyday, unnoticeable stuff. He probably always keeps an eye on him and has special attention for his mood, making sure it doesn't get too bad, for his wounds, always scanning through his visible skin for marks and his movements to spot pain or damage, and for anything the others tell him/anything he hears from the outside. He probably always makes sure the tv isn't on a channel that talks about him or anything related, and shields the curtains at all time. And he would make extra sure Izuku (or anyone else) doesn't notice. He probably doesn't even talk to him. Doesn't even get near him really. Just... cares for him the most in silence.

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I had a dream tonight and I thought it was cute so here it is

The Potters', Christmas, probably 1977 or around that.

Sirius and Remus are standing right under the Christmas tree, and there's no one else in the room, because it's night. They have a small light up, on Sirius' wand point, but the wand's been left on the small coffee table so that now it only creates some visible shapes, but their faces are no longer lit.

They used the light, a minute ago, to see the stairs as they made them down, the tiny, neatly wrapped box with a golden ribbon as Remus put it in Sirius' hands, and the earring inside it.

It was a small thing, nothing too catchy, to replace Sirius' current simple gold hoop. This, too, had a little gold hoop, but it also had a pendant, a crescent moon with a star inside it. The star was floating about in the semi-circle, enchanted, and it spun on itself occasionally. The moon was enchanted as well, though not visibly, to grow full and wane again.

Remus thought it better to give it in secret, as the romantic implication of such a gift were far too obvious. The Marauders knew, but not the Potters, and they normally had additional visitors for gift giving, too.

Sirius loved it of course. He took off his old hoop and had Remus put in the new one at once. Then Remus admired the result, a calloused hand on Sirius' soft cheek, and they kissed.

They are kissing now, gently, both cherishing this moment and the rare feeling of peace, of being safe and sound. Breathing each other in. When they pull back, Remus draws an affectionate line long Sirius' cheekbone with his thumb, and hits the small, gold moon lightly before resting on his neck. The earring spins and the star twirls cheerily in his pool of space.

It matches him perfectly, he thinks. Something so lively, that can never be still, and yet so elegant.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, because he can't keep it in. He hopes if he can look deep enough in Sirius' eyes he might fall in.

And he sees them glint, even in the dark, and Sirius squeezes his hand like he, too, is simply feeling too much. When he talks, it's strained, as if he's struggling to keep his voice down. "You're just the most gorgeous thing," he says, and Remus is startled into a smile.

What's he saying? Out of all the things Remus is, and could be praised for, beauty surely isn't one. Certainly Sirius doesn't love him for his looks. Certainly. But Sirius looks at him like he truly is seeing something gorgeous, an artwork. Remus feels his awestruck gaze on his big, crooked nose, his jagged scars, his plain brown eyes.

"I still can't believe my luck," Sirius gasps, and Remus wants to laugh. "I can't believe you're real, and I get to have you."

Yours, Remus thinks. All yours.

Remus has been feeling that disbelief for ages, all the time, when he looks at Sirius, when he holds him, when they kiss, when they're in bed together and Remus gets to touch even, he gets to know the feel of his pearly white skin and trace the line of his solid arms, his lovely back. He feels drunk on the thought that it might be the same for Sirius.

"I love you," he says, both hands squeezing Sirius' now. Sirius squeezes back. "I love you, too."

They kiss again, and this time is less graceful, less delicate. It's everything they can't put into words, because they don't know how or because the right words haven't been invented.

"Oi! No messing around with the gifts, you raiders!"

Remus and Sirius spring away, as James bounds down the stairs and throws the lights on.

"Fuck," Remus mutters.

"Prongs!" Sirius accuses.

"Oh, shit, sorry," James says, taking in the actual nature of the situation.

His shouting is sure to have woken the Potters, Remus thinks, throwing a concerned look at the corridor that connects the living room with the master bedroom, downstairs. But, horrified, he discovers it's not James who woke them. There she stands already, Euphemia Potter, a hand to her chest and a gasp on her mouth.

She turns to her son, wide eyes and a stern set to her lips. "James!"

James' expression mutes in shock. He throws a look at the boys, then looks at his mother again, then forces a smile through.

"Ah, dang, you caught us! Promise we're normally better at pranks!" he laughs. James Potter was a terrible liar to be a Marauder.

Euphemia arches an eyebrow at him, having none of that.

"Effie, we were just," Sirius tries, voice shaking.

He mouths around for words. Remus can see his eyes shining, a different type of glint this time. The Potters mean the world to him, Remus knows. He's spent his whole life defying his own parents openly, but a single bit of judgement from Euphemia Potter would shatter him.

Except, when Euphemia turns to them, she looses her reproachful set immediately. She reaches for Sirius, hand extended as if to touch him, even though they're on opposite sides of the room.

"Oh, darling," she says, head tilted and a sorrowful bend of her brow. She looks bashful, like she was the one caught onto something. "I'm so sorry. I heard a noise and wanted to check," she gestures vaguely to the corridor she came from, "but then I heard..."

Remus feels his cheeks heating up. How long had she been listening?

"I wanted to just go back to bed," she continued. "I'm sorry. It was supposed to be a private moment..."

Sirius' shoulders relax. Remus feels it, too. She's... not mad? Not even weirded out? More than that, she's apologizing for... intruding?

"You mean..." Sirius raises his eyes, hopeful. "It's alright with you?"

"Of course it's alright!" James blurts, eyes big. He looks at his mother, expectantly. "Right?"

Euphemia raises her eyebrows, like she's surprised and a little offended, too. "Of course." She nods, fervently, and casts a fixed look on Sirius, then on Remus, as if to make sure it's been received.

Then, her tight lips flicker and her features melt, settling into an affectionate smile like she physically couldn't keep the stern look for long.

She gasps softly. "Oh, but you two are just adorable!" she coos, and then points a finger at them both. "But don't think you can get away! I'd have never let you sleep in the same room if I'd known!"

"Effie," Sirius starts, at the same time James gasps, "mom!"

"Non of that!" she chides, "the same rules as when Lily visits apply. A corridor away."

"We all sleep in the same room," James pushes on, "every night!"

"That's right. With you and Petey there."

James groans. "We have silencing spells, mom."

That's about when the embarrassment gets strong enough to shake all remaining shock and emotion away, and Remus catches on.

"We've never done anything," he rushes to say, confused as to why would Prongs so valiantly fight for their room-sharing rights.

But then he realizes that's too much of a lie, and no one'd believe it, and Sirius is looking at him like he's gone mad, so he clarifies, "in the room, I mean. With the others." And then he wants to groan in frustration because there's no saving this, is there? Now he just admitted to doing things in a room without others in it, and therefore in this room, at the Potters', and he definitely should've just shut up. So he does, mortified.

Euphemia simply looks validated on her point. She nods to herself. "A corridor apart," she declares, "and I shall ask Gully to keep an eye on you." Then, a thought hits her. "No need to tell him why, of course!" she assures, sweet and preoccupied again, "and, oh, Monty is definitely awake now, but it's alright. I'll just tell him you boys were trying to steal some pies away... you don't worry about a thing."

Remus is a couple steps behind Sirius at this point and can't see his face, but he knows instantly what he'll say. Sirius turns to him first, asking for permission. Remus smiles and nods.

"It's fine, Effie," Sirius says softly, "you can... you can tell him."

Euphemia blinks, then smiles broadly, then shakes her head. "Oh, no, no, you do that in the morning, then. These are things we ought to do ourselves, no one else. Now off to bed. I'll make the new sleeping arrangements in the morning."

They all go, in various states of queasy and emotional.

That night, Remus and Sirius make the best of their last bed-sharing opportunity, hoping Gully hasn't been notified yet.

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people who don't wear glasses are so weird like you just wake up and your eyes are pussy fresh??

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me: cool. must be the ghost haunting me. hi mr!

the temperature differential between the two rooms: (slamming its head through the wall) i hate you i hate you i hate you

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once I got bored while studying so I started scribbling a Remus to Sirius love confession and it was really really good but then days later my friend asked for my notes and I handed them over and they saw it and I laughed it off but I was so embarrassed I panicked and deleted it all and now I regret that SO BAD cause I can't remember any of it exept that it was beautiful

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at least sisyphus only had one never-ending task. i have like 50 and all of them cost money

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oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

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🎵but i love that man🎵 (fictional character Remus Lupin) 🎵like nobody can🎵 (I'm literally a lesbian)

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reblogging for "the most conk they crete". This post conks very crete.

i feel like we don't appreciate these days how much the twin towers sucked, like, design-wise

they were contemporarily hated for just being these giant grey monoliths

like there probably could've been an easier way to get rid of them, but they probably needed to go either way