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Little Remus Lupin, son of Lyall and Hope Lupin, the morning before he was attacked by Fenrir Greyback.

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Little Remus Lupin, son of Lyall and Hope Lupin, the morning before he was attacked by Fenrir Greyback.

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Phone : you’re internet connection is unstable

Regulus : you should see my life

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they follow me everywhere

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saw this trend and JUMPED (insp below)

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The most hardcore thing that Harry James Potter ever did was not, contrary to popular belief, the “there’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor” incident, but instead was either the time that he

a) laid into one of the people he respected most in the world (and the only authority figure in his life offering him help in one of the most desperate situations he’d ever been in) for leaving his pregnant wife, going “man, you’re inhibited by your own self-loathing and fear? That’s rough. That really sucks. But you know what trumps that? RESPONSIBILITY. You brought a child into the world. You’re a father now. You’re scared? Walk it off. Walk it off AAAAAALLLL THE WAY BACK HOME. And say hi to Tonks for me.”

or

b) he willingly let himself be murdered, came back from the dead, walked back onto the battlefield, stared his own killer dead in the eyes completely unimpressed and called him “Tom”

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micro fic - 594 words.

My sweet boy

As you know, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes.

She was kneeling beside him, caressing his sleeping face as she had done so many times before. She arranged the tousled hair that fell over his forehead. It was dirty, he had cuts she hadn't seen the previous time, dust was all over him and the trail of a dried tear ran in a line down his skin until it got lost in his ear.

His eyes closed, firmly sealed, his skin losing all traces of color, his lips turning a terrifying gray, a gray that dictated the sentence. Never again would those lips part, never again would they release the most shameful profanities in the days before the full moon, never again would they release the heartbreaking wails that accompanied the pain and anguish that followed each transformation. Those lips would never be portals to the sweetest words a mother could hear from her son. For yes, he was her son. She loved him and had taken care of everything as a mother would her little boy.

She took his hand, cold at this point, and wrapped it between her own in a vain attempt to provide warmth. Her surroundings were completely silent, only she was left with the sea of memories brought back by the familiar faces of those fallen.

She looked down again and a tear of her own fell on her boy's cheek. She would never have allowed it but the truth is that she could not even feel the burning in his eyes flooded with painful tears that struggled to break through the windows of anguish without any permission.

She wiped away the adventurous tear and without being able to help herself she leaned towards the man. Man who used to be her boy, her child, her little son. She pulled him to her and cradled him to her chest. This time she didn't feel his arms around her body, she didn't feel the tremors of crying or laughing, she didn't hear him murmuring and the most painful thing was that she didn't feel him breathing.

She was a fool, she knew it. But even the hearts of the wisest people hold out hope for miracles. She began humming a sweet melody but now, filled with pain, it felt so bitter.

She closed her eyes and her mind took her to relive the same situation but in a different circumstance. One of the last transformations of the boy in his first year at Hogwarts. He was a very thin and tall boy, yet he let himself be lulled by her as if he were a baby. He was crying, she felt him sobbing under her embrace. His arms were around her as she combed the messy hair, covered with dirt and dried blood. There were cuts on his face that she didn't see the previous time, there were tears rolling down his cheeks, his breathing was ragged from crying.

"My little Remus, my sweet boy, it's time to rest. Everything will stop hurting soon. I will take care of you."

So she had said at the time, and now she repeated it softly though the calm was already a fact that would last forever. Eternal rest and the cessation of pain had come for her son. Son who would live on in her heart even as it was forever shattered.

Madame Pomfrey wept inconsolably in the privacy of her office once the bodies were removed. She had always cared for and protected him, this time it had been too late but at least peace had come to her son.

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Faceless Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, season 1.

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"They're eating the dogs. They're eating the cats." But it's james and remus eating out their Black Brother boyfriends

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The day people realise that Peter HAS to be part of the marauders in order for the story of his betrayal to work is the day we have world peace. There is a reason James thought he was the best choice for secret keeper and it is becaus the were BEST FRIENDS. Sure, Sirius was like a platonic soulmate to James, and Remus was like his little brother but Peter was James' best friend and that's exactly why he betrayal was so twisted.

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Teeny tiny🤲

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look at this! i found a picture of ALL my favourite gay wizards from the marauder era!

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i'm going to start a series of dramione one shots and i'm really looking very forward to it. i love being a multishipper

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talk ur shit

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Blessed by the water of life | EXPLICIT

James Potter, Regulus Black and Remus Lupin

Regulus was on his knees, exhausted. His breathing was ragged, the climax had left him begging for more than just air.

They were cruel. They had used his body just as he had allowed. They pulled his hair, kissed his neck, squeezed his thighs, bit his mouth and scratched his back amidst the wildness and waves of pleasure.

He had cum twice, neither claimed alone to have brought him to the top. It was a team effort, a team of depraved men he loved and longed to feel constantly inside him.

The full moon was just around the corner and feeling Moony closer to the light. His intensity was rising and contrary to what many would think he was not jealous when it came to sharing his lamb with James.

OK, this is totally explicit. I'm not going to post it in full here, but I'm going to leave the direct link on ao3. This kind of stuff is not what I usually write, but it just came up like "You dirty boys" Anyway if you don't like this kind of stuff, just ignore it <3 Have a nice day.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58670053

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they're all icons I fear

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“platonic moonwater” make them fuck you cowards