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HOLD ON, HOLD ON BECAUSE THIS IS SO REMUS AFTER SIRIUS GETS SENT TO AZKABAN CODED ACTUALLY HOLD THE PHONE.

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

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having feelings over just a little guy early teen Remus with big ears and round brown eyes hiding in the shadows of his taller friends, then growing into a long awkward noodle with still just as much little guy energy but now also with acne and more scars, plus bad posture because he still tries to melt into the background while hoping his friends will take all the spotlight

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The eyes of the Moon and the Star

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Was Remus' boggart always the moon, or did it only become that when he no longer had to fear losing everyone he loved?

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Who’d want to be called a Black ? - A Jegulily short fic, sort of..

In an alternate universe Sirius Black marries Remus Lupin. Becoming Sirius Lupin and never lets the man or anyone call him anything else ever again.

In an even alternative Universe Regulus Black pulls the same thing on one Lily Evans and James Potter once they marry him, a quiet

‘Call me that again.’

While his lovers halt their chatter and share a look and while James seems utterly confused, Lily smiles softly and practically coos at him.

‘Regulus Potter.’

‘Fully.’

Regulus says not looking at either of them and James figures it out now too, a hand on his shoulder and Regulus swears he can feel the bright beams of his smile even if he doesn’t see it - it’s in his voice.

“Regulus Arcturus Evans Potter.”

Regulus insisted on taking both of their names, though officially they are all known by the last name of Potter and things have just never felt so right in the world.

Now, lets roll this tape back to the beginning and talk about how I think both Black brothers love nothing more than to have been able to toss their old name away and take on the ones of those who have chosen to love them despite it all and who have taught them what love actually was always supposed to be.

Which is why Regulus insisted on honouring both the last name ‘Evans’ and the last name ‘Potter.’

Even if Lily had looked at him softly and told him that she would be a Potter too so there was no use to taking both, Regulus refused to budge and I don’t know how he would communicate it but I think he would also somehow get across that he knows some deep part of Lily wishes she could keep the name - not in the way that implies James is forcing his on her, because god forbid but in the way of, if only things had gone better with her family she would have - in a different world so Regulus will take it, he is willing to carry it for her because unlike she, he associates nothing but warmth and her with the last name Evans. Same way he does James and Love to the last name Potter.

But while I do think the change of names and the severing of ties means all the world to both of them - I also think that Regulus probably had a lot of harder time throwing his away than Sirius ever did.

Sirius being Sirius did it without hesitation, the moment he married there was no questions, not when he’d thrown the name ‘Lupin’ around from the moment him and Remus had began dating.

But for Regulus, it was a question, the name engraved so far into his skin he was unsure he could ever let it go and erase himself from his family tree, his blood-tie completely.

And that had certainly warranted several talks and yet still, the first time Regulus gets called “Regulus Potter” it isn’f even officially, it isn’t on a wedding day or after or whatever :

It’s on a quiet night he spends with his lovers in James’s room where Lily and James are quarreling lightly for James has been pestering him about how much he will simply love the change of last names and he should trust his guts on the matter or just simply asking him what he wants because James would love for a decision to be made, he’s always been not so patient and Lily rounded on him after a while to give Regulus the time he needs to decide and that James shouldn’t insist simply because (and they all know this is the case) he’d clearly love for both of them to flaunt his last name around, the idea has simply always made James’s heart soar higher than anything and now that Remus and Sirius are married he just wants, he wants these people he’s loved so deeply to be his.

And while Lily quarrels, James boasts that Lily doesn’t mind being ‘Lily Potter.’

And when that makes Regulus snort half of a laugh from their bed it’s like a lightbulb goes off in James’s head and he rounds back on him eyes shining and Regulus is in less than a moment trapped between the bed and the warm body of his boyfriend, his fiancé and there is a warm whisper against his ear.

“Regulus Potter, come on, you like it Reg, I know you do.”

and Regulus’s mouth falls open in response,

Pathetically, if you were to ask him.

Breath stuttering - flushed in the cheeks because he does he really really does and he thinks maybe he can throw that wretched last name of ‘Black’ away afterall - and the moment is silent like that, no one talking, no one moving until Lily jokes from her space sitting away from them on the bed - gaze on the two man unbreaking “Could you two make this look any more obscene ?”

It’s almost a challenge rather than a joke even and Regulus flusters more though he smiles and James simply sits up, straddling his lap - he can tell he’s stuck his tongue out at her and he seems triumphant even though Regulus has not verbally agreed to a single thing ‘I told you Sirius was right, he told me I better insists till his wants got through to his thick skull or he’d bury me to an early grave.’

And Regulus groans, picking up a pillow from beside him, whacking James across the head and murmuring ‘What did I say about talking about my brother while I am in bed with you.’

Lily Laughs, James shrieks, Regulus owes an unwitting thank you to his brother, apparently.

For knowing him better than he knows himself.

Later regulus does voice his agreement verbally though he doesn’t really need to, not with them and tells Lily he will take her last name too if she is willing for him to, he will completely toss away who he once was.

Now a round of bonus thoughts for this particular au :

-I think Sirius and Remus married young, laughably young but it is why he is know as Sirius Lupin way before Regulus even gets to consider the taste of his name with a different last name on his mouth.

-I get this feeling that James and Lily might have married each other before they married Regulus idk this just has me like 🥺.

-As I said both Black brothers adore having thrown the chains of their family physically away. It is liberating like nothing ever could be and if anyone ever tries to call them Black again they will both simply insists that they have no clue what that person is talking about.

If the person insists back they will both snap with the same fire in their eyes :

‘I am afraid I am Regulus Evans Potter.’

‘Sirius Lupin, Sir.’

And there is just no argument with either for anyone to get it wrong again.

THOUGH, calling the brothers by the wrong name is still better than calling them the wrong name _infront of their lovers_ if you do that, you will have hell to pay.

For Regulus and Sirius have never truly belonged to the Black family name that they chose not and never will they do so again.

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sorry...

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They're plotting some kind of dirty trick

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Wolfstar Microfic - The Great Hall

Words: 195

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Remus Lupin had a love bite.

Remus. Lupin. Had. A. Love. Bite.

Lily, Marlene and Dorcas stopped mid-conversation and stared as he sat down at the table between them, and James, Sirius and Pete. There was not a hint of anything amiss on his face, it was as if he was frequently covered in amorous souvenirs and this was just another day.

James, Pete and Sirius looked less surprised, but Lily supposed they’d already seen it and interrogated him in their dorm. Her eyes drifted around the likely candidates, Mary, Benjy, Emmeline… none of them even seemed to have noticed. She frowned, who else could it have been?

“Who’s been manhandling you, Lupin?” Marlene asked, saving her the effort.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, McKinnon?” He grinned. 

“You could have healed it, you know.” She shot back.

“Oh, I know. This is the first bite mark I’ve ever had that I’m not ashamed of, though.” He shrugged, a smile creeping across his features. “I’m hanging onto this for today, at least.”

Lily noticed the tiny movement of Sirius’ fingers brushing against Remus’ arm when he said that. Oh. Well, that was something she hadn’t considered.

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HELLO !!!

I will admit that I unfortunately do tend to be a one shot reader because of my virtually non existent attention span but I will happily give longer fics a go !!! 🥺

and yours sounds very very exciting !!

My Ao3 is ‘SoftyReika’ !! when I see a link in the future I will make sure to check out your fic, very excited !! 👀 and I hope you have fun with writing !! take all the time you need

I was thinking today and I need people to give me more feral Lupin during the first war actually.

Considering he had told Harry that during war you kill not disarm.

Give me Lupin who was the first of them to use the killing spell in defense of one of his friends, give me Lupin who stood there panting and teeth clenched and who turned around to the faces of his terrified friends and just collapsed in horror of what he’d done.

Each of them rushing forward to hold him because “Oh no we’re not having that here-“

Give me the wolf inside him, protective and snarling and ruthless, ever raging and a little stronger near the full.

Give me Lupin who was so beaten down and skin and bones and scraps but who was scarier than any of the rest, give me Lupin whose eyes glinted yellow in the light.

Give me Lupin who fell apart internally, emotionally by the doing of his own hands and was held and glued back together by the hands of Sirius and James and Peter and.

Give me Lupin who took a deep sigh, a deep exhale, nestled among his friends - or with his cheeks between the hands of one Sirius Black and who came to terms with this new world - with the ugly parts of himself, that lingering possessiveness that had always been there that now allowed him to recklessly defend but to kill too.

Give me more complicated Remus Lupin please.

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SIRIUS BLACK CALLS LUPIN DARLING AND IT ALWAYS MAKES REMUS STUPIDLY FLUSTERED NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES SIRUS SAYS IT AND I WILL DIE ON THIS ROCK

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Thank you !! the marauders loving Remus and being soft are my everything

The marauders definitely spent at least one day during one holiday before the full moon just sleeping over at the shrieking shack.

They took stolen snacks and sleeping bags and pillows and fairy lights because they were going to make that damned thing a home and when Remus told them that it’s useless, trying to liven the place up for the wolf would rip all these decorations apart they all defiantly fiercely answered

“let it.”

Because these items didn’t matter, Remus did and if Remus could crawl here days before, before exhaustion and anger hit and if they could have fun and listen to stupid songs and tell ghost stories like they were camping then so be it.

And when the full came so near that Remus’s senses became acute sharp, when smells began to irritate and sounds were too loud, when he clawed at his own bandages and skin, then snacks got thrown out the window, vanished away or transfigured, the music got turned off and Sirius coo’d, firm, soft, quiet while Peter and James pretended to be doing anything else, and softly pried Remus’s hands away from his wrists, his thighs, gazed into his panicked expression and held his face told him it was going to be alright, they were here.

And when Moony was calmed, as calm as he could get Peter and James came each with a blanket of their own and the marauders huddled together, Sirius in Moony’s lap or against his back and James and peter shielding him from either side,

when the sun began to set they transformed, one by one, sirius the last to go with a tingling kiss pressed to his lips until there sat Remus Lupin, calmed and easily breathing with a stag keeping watch and a big black dog licking his hands and a rat in his hair and with bated breath, deep breaths, he waited.

It was going to be okay.

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The marauders definitely spent at least one day during one holiday before the full moon just sleeping over at the shrieking shack.

They took stolen snacks and sleeping bags and pillows and fairy lights because they were going to make that damned thing a home and when Remus told them that it’s useless, trying to liven the place up for the wolf would rip all these decorations apart they all defiantly fiercely answered

“let it.”

Because these items didn’t matter, Remus did and if Remus could crawl here days before, before exhaustion and anger hit and if they could have fun and listen to stupid songs and tell ghost stories like they were camping then so be it.

And when the full came so near that Remus’s senses became acute sharp, when smells began to irritate and sounds were too loud, when he clawed at his own bandages and skin, then snacks got thrown out the window, vanished away or transfigured, the music got turned off and Sirius coo’d, firm, soft, quiet while Peter and James pretended to be doing anything else, and softly pried Remus’s hands away from his wrists, his thighs, gazed into his panicked expression and held his face told him it was going to be alright, they were here.

And when Moony was calmed, as calm as he could get Peter and James came each with a blanket of their own and the marauders huddled together, Sirius in Moony’s lap or against his back and James and peter shielding him from either side,

when the sun began to set they transformed, one by one, sirius the last to go with a tingling kiss pressed to his lips until there sat Remus Lupin, calmed and easily breathing with a stag keeping watch and a big black dog licking his hands and a rat in his hair and with bated breath, deep breaths, he waited.

It was going to be okay.

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first year regulus: did we marry him?

seventh year regulus: who?

first year regulus: the only boy who ever mattered.

seventh year james: i’m working on getting a ring, little buddy. just hold on. you’ll be a potter in no time.

seventh year regulus: *totally not crying*

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loserboyfriend remus lupin who makes handmade gifts and interlinks his pinkie finger with sirius’. loserboyfriend remus lupin who passes sirius little notes in class and who falls asleep with his nose buried in the crook of sirius’ neck. loserboyfriend remus lupin who calls sirius “lovie”, the same word his parents call each other, and hopes, knows, that he and sirius will love each other like that, too, one day. loserboyfriend remus lupin who doodles “r + s” in a heart in the corner of his parchment and then rips it off, god forbid someone sees it, but tucks in into his school bag. loserboyfriend remus lupin who writes to his mother about his friends with long, black hair and a mischievous grin. loserboyfriend remus lupin who kisses sirius’ temple when they wake up and who kisses his shoulder when they go to sleep. loserboyfriend remus lupin who always wanted to have a big, beautiful family, yet he didn’t know who with, until he met sirius. loserboyfriend remus lupin is thoroughly, irrevocably in love

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James: Moony yk what I just realised? If Regulus married me, Sirius would officially be my brother-in-law. And when you marry Sirius we'd be some form of brother-in-laws too! We'd all finally be officially related!!!

Remus: Wait, yeah..Merlin, that'd actually be aces!! So then, if one of us winds up in Mungo's again, we won't have to argue to see them- we can just barge right in because we're officially family!

James: That's so fucking morbid. Moony, how did you even get there?

Sirius & Regulus, watching them from the shadows, unnoticed:

Regulus: So Remus actually has no idea about the ring you've been carrying around for more than 2 months, I presume?

Sirius, gazing fondly at Remus: *sighs* Yeah, no, I haven't asked yet nor has he found ou-... Wait, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE RING??