#i really like sad remus

[anunfortunatekinlist]

I Cannot Stop Thinking About You

Remus’ flat was desolate, void of any emotion, the air was stiff and lifeless as Remus sat huddled next to the phone staring blankly into the wall.

There was no possible way that this could be happening, not his Sirius, not him, he could not have done it, he was loyal to them, he could never betray James and Lily, he could never have betrayed Harry, the order, Sirius could never betray him.

Those words kept running through Remus’ head “Sirius is the Traitor, he betrayed the Potter, he is the reason they are dead.” It was an inconceivable concept to him, how could Sirius throw everything the Potters did for him in their face, take everything and kill them all, leave Harry an orphan, kill Peter, and break his heart again. He wonders if he were next, if Sirius had made it through the aurors, would he have killed him, would he have killed the person he was supposed to love… Did he even love him? Was this all fake to him, did he pretend all this time to love him, from the start, was he more like his parents than they all thought, was it obvious to everyone but him?

Emotions finally started to flood Remus; anger, anguish, heartbreak all started to well his eyes and fall down his face, he did not know what to think, or even if he should think, what should he think of this, the love of his life is a mass murdered and a blood supremist. It does not make sense. How could he do this.

The flat remained still, all that could be heard was Remus’ shaky sobs and the buzz of the fallen phone that was hanging off the wall, he could not move, paralysed by dread, he felt as if he were decaying, as if his whole world had just crumbled in front of him, slipping through his finger, as if he is unable to catch the pieces.

Nothing mattered anymore, the anxiety of the upcoming had gone, replaced by the dread of being alone forever, everyone is dead, the war is over, but at what cost, forever alone.

And all he can feel is guilt, instead mourning his best friends, the death of everyone he knows, the loss of love for a poor child... Remus mourns he love life, the fact that someone so close to him could rip his heart out again and then instead of throwing it in his face, he throws it in everyone else's; if Remus had not forgiven Sirius in Year 5, would he of still done this, or would of consuming the pain of the betrayal when they were younger been better overall. And why does he still mourn Sirius, he had finally showed he true colours and everyone else is saved, why does he mourn the living.

What if he pretended he was dead, he could live his life without the knowledge that he had loved the man who who is the reason for all of his friends demise, one at his own hand. But, oh he wishes to hold him again, to hug him to love him.

All the fight has left Remus, and no one is here to hold him, to love him, to heal his scars whilst he silently sobs, he has to grow up and deal with it all on his own. No hands to hold.

Why does he feel the most sorrow for the loss of someone who still lives, he is alive, sat in a cell, breathing. Maybe because he is arms reach he misses him, something deep inside him wants this to be some sick joke, that Sirius will walk through the door to their flat and hug him, kiss him, and let him know that he is safe. But that will never happen, Sirius was on a mission to destroy everyone, killing everyone who had loved him, he would have definitely been next.

Remus finds the strength within him to pick himself off of the ground, to take himself to the kitchen and stare, there are the pots from this morning, still scattered around, showing signs of two lives living in the flat, when there was now only one. It takes all of his might not to collapse on to the floor in agony, of a heartbreak he did not want to have, of a love he should not feel no more. But he did, he felt so much love for a man who had stole everything from him, but he still loves him and wishes for the life they had built once again.

(if anyone wants anymore, let me know and i might post a full version on tumblr or AO3)

[uhhlifeig]

Spooky - October 25 - word count: 490 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus strolled down their quiet London street, walking Padfoot. Or rather, a “ghost” Padfoot. 

The dog was draped in a white bedsheet, complete with lopsided eye holes Sirius had proudly cut himself. 

The “spookiest dog in London,” the older man had declared. The werewolf snorted just thinking about it.

As they walked, Padfoot swayed with every step, the sheet flapping dramatically in the evening breeze. 

A couple of neighbors stopped and stared, while others tried (and failed) to hold back their laughter.

“Is that… Remus, is that your dog under there?” Mrs. Billings from next door called out, squinting at them.

“Yes,” he replied, feigning exasperation. “He’s very into Halloween, apparently.”

Padfoot barked loudly in agreement, strutting around proudly, the sheet rustling as he strutted along with an exaggerated wiggle of his tail.

A group of small kids on the corner pointed, wide-eyed. “It’s a ghost dog!” one gasped.

Padfoot lifted his head and let out an enthusiastic howl, the sound muffled and hilariously dramatic under the sheet. 

The children squealed and clapped, and one of them came over and gave “Ghost Dog” a quick pat on the head before running back to his friends, shrieking, “I touched a real ghost!”

“Enjoying the attention, are we?” Remus murmured to the dog animagus, who responded with a proud little yip, as if to say, Of course.

Just then, Padfoot attempted to hop up on a bench, attempting to dramatically perch- but his paws slipped on the fabric, and the sheet fell. He scrambled, tail wagging furiously as he tried to get free.

Remus couldn’t hold back his laughter as he bent down, helping untangle his dramatic “ghost.” “Come on, Scary Dog, before you hurt yourself.”

Padfoot barked again, giving his most dignified shake before trotting onward, head held high as if the mishap had never happened. They continued down the street, gathering chuckles, waves, and even a few phone photos as Padfoot continued his ghostly strut through London.

By the time they turned toward home, Padfoot was still proudly wearing his “costume,” though it was now askew, draped over him like a toga.

As soon as they stepped into their flat and closed the door, Sirius transformed back, still tangled in the sheet and grinning like a maniac. “Did you see their faces? I’m a legend!”

The younger man smirked, crossing his arms. “You’re a menace, that’s what you are. We’re probably going viral by now.”

Sirius threw the sheet dramatically over his head, leaning in with wide eyes. “OoOoo, beware, Remus Lupin, I’ll haunt you foreeeever…”

The dirty-blonde man laughed, rolling his eyes as the noiret did his ghost impression. “You’ve been haunting me for years already. You think I’m scared now?”

Sirius grinned. “Just you wait. I’m the ghost with the most!”

Remus chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Sirius’s hair, walking into the kitchen. “Alright, Casper, let’s get you some tea. Your ‘haunting’ has probably terrified the whole neighborhood.”

[lexithwrites]

what ive noticed with the rise of the anons lately is that it doesn't actually matter to them that you do care about other characters. that you multi-ship, or that you have posts on your blog dedicated to the characters they claim to be pushed to the side. i love all the characters for different reasons and in different ways, i reblog jily content just as much as jegulus and wolfstar, but they're not going to care about that. they see you like jegulus and they come for you, no one's going to win

[marauderswolf22]

as a handmade person i really headcanon remus crocheting/knitting (i personally crochet but im fucking useless with knitting so), damage his vision even more, and frustrate even more but love it at the end and be so fucking proud wearing/showing it every day

[iheartmoons]

guys wld it be crazy if i just started writing my five feet apart wolfstar au again from a year ago.......

[padfootastic]

Day 30 - Trust

written for @prongsfoot-microfic (angst!!!! reader beware!!! lil bit o’ death going on!!!)

“I trusted you.”

Remus’ heart breaks right in half at the past tense.

Trusted.

Such a small difference, but oh, how it changes things. How it changes everything.

“James—“

“No.”

“But—“

“Remus,” James’ voice is simmering with rage and it’s unlike anything Remus has even seen from him. Of them all, he’s the mildest, the most even-tempered, quickest to bounce back. He’s never been one to…stew in his anger but now that he has, Remus doesn’t know where to go from here. What to do.

“I. Trusted. You.” James’ enunciated every word with painful clarity, digging the knife in deeper with each turn. “I thought, if I wasn’t there, then at least you would be to take care of Sirius. If not for him, then for me.”

“I tried, God, I swear I tried, Prongs—“ Remus begs, hands clasped in front of him as if praying. (Not entirely far from the reality—James was their deity, was he not? The centre of their universe, the source of their absolution)

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Remus, you’re already on thin fucking ice.” One shaking finger rises to poke him on the chest. It doesn’t hurt, he can barely feel it through his jumper but it pushes him back nonetheless, almost stumbling into the corner chair behind him. “I know you didn’t try.”

“I did—“ He tries again, though he’s coming to realise it’s futile. For James Potter, there’s no bigger crime than abandoning Sirius. It’s why he has a grudge against the entire Black family and now Remus is on the same list, with the dubious distinction of taking top spot.

“Ask me how I know?”

He stay silent, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer. But this is James Potter they’re talking about. He never gives up.

“Ask me how I fucking know, Remus.” James’ voice reverberates around the entire room, the echoes of his shout ringing in Remus’ ears. The only sound cutting across the deafening silence is heavy panting. Until Remus breaks it.

“How do you know?” His voice, in sharp contrast, is small, timid.

“Because he wouldn’t be dead right now if you did.”

Remus’ neck almost snaps clean in half at how quickly he looked up, both from what James just said and the utterly broken tone in which he did.

“Dead—?” he whispered, unable to believe what he’s hearing. There’s no way Sirius is—No. Just. It’s not possible.

James doesn’t give any more information, doesn’t say anything for a few minutes where they’re both staring—Remus at James, and James into nothingness. He’s never seen such a look of abject despair on anyone’s face, let alone his best friend, and it makes him wonder. How will James ever recover from this? Will he even?

“Do you know, Remus,” James says then, a jagged, sharp smile growing on his lips. It’s humourless, it’s empty, it’s spine-chilling. “Coming from back from the dead after a dozen years to find out your Sirius is locked up and dying, and then to see him take his last breath in front of you? I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy.”

Remus gulps, because he can sense this isn’t the end, there’s more to come and when it does—that’s it. It’ll sever any ties they might’ve had between them at some point, will cut them off entirely.

“But you.” James finally looks at Remus. His eyes are red rimmed but hard as ice, lips twisted into an ugly sneer. “I wish you’d feel even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now. Maybe you’d realise what you did then.”

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

“Who’s your favourite March sister? I need to know”. Sirius already knew James’ was Jo, like his, and Peter’s was Beth. “Meg” Remus replied.

“It makes so much sense” Sirius commented, turning to his right side to look at him. “You’ve always resembled her, in my opinion”.

“Yours is Jo, isn’t it?”.

“Yes” Remus didn’t notice his bitter smile, too focused on the novel: Regulus had asked his brother the exact same question years before, after he’d finished reading the novel. Amy used to be his beloved. Sirius bet she still was. And it hurt to know that. Because to his question why she out of the four of them, Regulus had answered: ‘ Because she’s always the second choice ’.

Home is where the heart is - marssx

[mrkeatingsblazer]

Sirius and Peter give off major mommy issues but James Potter? Remus Lupin? 100% daddy issues and maybe you just took a step back bc Fleamont Potter? A bad parent? Tomfoolery.

But listen

Fleamont Potter was definitely in the middle of the first war, working alongside dumbledoor and the newly formed order of the phoenix, along with his potions business and his assumed job in the ministry, this man was busy and probably barely ever home. James would worship his parent, die for them. Effie who he adores like no other (mammas boy James potter truther over here) is always there. If he asked she’d be there as quick as she can. She is a solid presence in his life, while Fleamont is some sort of hero. Unseen, rarely there, and James though he wouldn’t admit it, felt as if that was what he was in his life, an unseen hero who’s actions he’d worship, who would never make it to any of his matches, never home and when he is he’s hiding away in his office, the man who makes his mother cry out of worry on a daily.

He loves his father, of course he does, but maybe the reason he was quick and eager to jump into war was to see him see him, proud and up close because all James potter wanted was to be close to his hero, his father

[captain-cheeseboi]

okay OKAY I just realised something.

yk Sybill’s rule of three (3 bad things for 3 good things) WELL, in the last chapter three bad things happened. Amos died, Sybill died and Rabastan died. So normally in the next chapter three good things should happen (zar said chap 65 is like slightly happy)

BUT now this means I’m convinced that Marlene, Fleamont and Barty are all gonna die in one chapter. (or at least all one after the other before 3 happy things)

[gildeddlily]

my something flag is that, as a seasoned marauders fan, I've never read All The Young Dudes. I tried to, finished half the thing, then got bored and stopped. just like that. and now I can't stop seeing videos or posts talking ab it while i'm just there being pretty and voluntarily ignorant

[tinylittleobsessions]

so. I finished reading "All The Young Dudes" and now I don't know what do I have to do to be happy again. I hate everybody who convinced me to read it. bye

[creativitwin]

i don’t know if anything will beat the feeling i had during april 2020. i was heavily hyperfixated on tss and especially the creativitwins, and then thomas dropped the roman playlist. to this day 3 years later i still think about it

second song on that playlist was wonderboy by tenacious d and i was immediately like ‘haha that sounds like that’s about remus. cool how they team up in the end’ but oh well, i didn’t think that much about it in that moment. the song can easily be about virgil too

i’m vibing to the rest of the songs and then humility by gorillaz comes on and. did the song straight up say twin??? bro that fucking song is about remus. that song is about remus there is no way around it.

i’m not smart enough to directly analyze the songs (plenty of people have already done so. here’s my favorite one) but all i can say is holy fuck yippie doodle this shit still makes me ballistic.

i mean in the series all roman seems to show is hate for remus!! looking at remus is like looking into a funhouse mirror, he’s literally his biggest insecurity, his biggest fear. and yet, (correct me if i’m wrong) i don’t even think there’s a song on there that even implies his hatred of remus. the playlist is all about how he wants to be free of his morality restrictions..

idek man. if the day comes in 2050 when the creativitwins reconcile i will be there in the first row.

oh and also. fun fact about the wonderboy song (and also the entire roman playlist)? thomas and joan purposefully made roman’s playlist into 5 sections: i want songs, character establishment, rising action, climax, and falling action. they didn’t specify how exactly these sections were split up* but that doesn’t even matter. wonderboy is the SECOND song in the playlist, meaning it’s definitely an I Want song. do with this information what you will

*ok if you want my opinion, theres 20 songs, and 5 sections. the math would show that each section would consist of 4 songs, and i think this definitely holds up with the vibes of the songs, too.

conclusion: ieirjrwndijekwfowhhdeh idk. roman and remus are the twins ever and the only main reason i still care about sanders sides after all this time.

[divkazkdovikde]

8 billion people in the whole fucking world and none of y’all bitches want to date me. and why the fuck not? do you guys even know what y’all missing?

oh i’ll tell you what y’all missing

depressed ambivert sarcastic bitch with trust issues, fucked up family, low self esteem and high fucking standards.

also i have good taste in music.

[norasghost]

Oh don't mind me, im just cryng again couse i will never have what they have, it's nothing new though, don't worry about it 🏃‍♀️

[impishtubist]

If I’ve gotta have it in my head that only the Death Eaters knew of Sirius’s innocence and ergo were the only ones who apparently knew who Sirius truly was, I’m inflicting this on everyone else so y’all can suffer along with me. Sirius left everything and everyone he grew up with behind because he knew that what they believed in was wrong, he didn’t even have to fight in the war because he was a pureblood and could’ve simply remained neutral, yet Sirius knew that he could fight for what mattered so why wouldn’t he, and yet the entire Order accepted that Sirius had never been on their side at all. The people Sirius fought side by side with accepted he was a traitor and everything they knew about him was a lie, yet the people Sirius fought against knew otherwise; imagine what that would be like, knowing that the only people with any sort of faith in you are those you walked away from years ago and not the people you called best friends.

YEP it's fucking tragic and that's why Remus's sad years can never compare 😭

[toixxx-ace]

i cant believe how giggly i am rereading remus lupin's introduction in poa

like hiiiiiii <3