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rip regulus black you would’ve loved saying “womp womp”
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“What’s Rosekiller like?”
The Marauders fandom: This! *jazz hands*
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Canon Remus is kind (or at least tries to be)
- He was visibly conflicted and uncomfortable when Sirius and James went after Snape in Snape's Worst Memory.
- Sirius even acknowledges that Remus is kind when he says that they [the marauders] were all idiots in school and then adds, "Well, not Moony so much." He says that Remus was "the good boy" and that he made them feel ashamed of their crueler antics sometimes, and Sirius seemed to appreciate this at least in retrospect. (I feel the need to note that when Sirius said that they were "idiots" he did NOT mean stupid. He was agreeing with Harry that their actions were not always harmless fun and that he is not proud of being a bully in his youth, so don't use this as "canon proof" that Sirius and James were brainless dumbasses)
- He went out of his way to encourage Neville and was everyone's favorite DADA professor
- His smile/expression is described as "understanding" at least a few times throughout the series.
- Molly sobbed in his arms after she had the encounter with the Boggart. He comforted her (somewhat awkwardly) and gave her a handkerchief: “Molly, it was just a boggart,” he said soothingly, patting her on the head. “Just a stupid boggart . . .”
- In OoTP, Remus speaks with a lonely werewolf at St. Mungo's while visiting Arthur: "Lupin strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr. Weasley... (it was to escape an uncomfortable family situation, but still, it was kind of him to recognize that the man was feeling lonely on Christmas and might like some company)
- He reassured both McGonagall and Hermione when they tried to blame themselves for Dumbledore's death.
- Before he learned the identity of the werewolf who infected him, he felt pity for them because he understood how terrible it felt to lose himself to the transformation, and he believed for a long while that this was the case for the werewolf that bit him. He held no resentment towards them until he discovered that he had been purposely infected by Fenrir Greyback. (And even after learning the truth, he never expresses outward resentment or a desire for vengeance)
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@jegulus-microfic april 7, regret, 232 words
“I just – I don’t want you to miss out on anything,” Regulus stammers.
“What on earth would I be missing out on?” James bursts out, his voice bordering on shouting.
“I don’t know! But you’re going off to university and I don’t want you to feel like you’re holding back because I’m still here. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
Regulus can feel the tightness in his throat and tears begin to burn in his eyes. Looking up, he tries to will them away, tries to push on and see this through, even though it’s breaking his heart to do so.
His eyes shoot to James’ when he feels a hand on his chin, tilting it down until they’re face to face.
There’s a smile on James’ lips and tears in his eyes as he says through a laugh, “Reg. God, you’re an idiot. You’re trying to break up with me because you’re worried you’re going to hold me back?”
Regulus only nods, not trusting his voice.
“I love you, so much it’s bordering on pathetic. And I’m going to spend the next year missing you every second of every day, but I would never regret that. Okay?”
Nodding again, Regulus feels a single tear escape the corner of his eye. James catches it with his thumb before it can fall too far, leaning down to bring their lips together.
“Okay.”
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HELPPPPP
The Marauders watching twilight:
Sirius: You stupid bitch, fuck the werewolf instead!
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SCREAMING
bookshop au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 388
Today was the day.
After months of mooning over Leather Jacket, the nameless customer that came into the bookshop Remus worked at every Tuesday, Remus was going to do something. Say something.
Right?
But when Leather Jacket walked in, Remus's resolve broke, and not even an encouraging look from Lily made him feel more confident.
"Hey. How can I help you today?" he asked the man, trying to control his smile. He got way too excited to see him, considering he didn't know his name.
"How much do you know about knitting from the 1800s, Remus?" Leather Jacket asked, his light eyes boring holes into Remus's heart.
"Not much....erm....you can probably find it in the crafting section," he answered helpfully, leading the way.
It took them almost an twenty minutes to find the book the man needed. A whole history of knitting, starting from ancient Egypt. All the while, they chatted and laughed and it was so easy, and Remus found himself wishing it had taken longer to find the damn book.
"Remus, can I ask you something?" Leather Jacket asked, his eyes bright.
"Erm, sure," Remus nodded, feeling self-conscious. Did he know?
"Do I look like the type to study ancient knitting?" the man asked, his tone genuine.
"Erm...no? I dunno," Remus stuttered, feeling like this was a test he was not understanding.
"What about symbolism in ancient American poetry? Growing foreign vegetables during the off-season? Teaching children to sing in Vietnamese?" Leather Jacket said, listing off some of the topics he'd requested previously, still serious.
"Erm...well, I've never thought too hard about-" Remus shrugged, but the man cut him off.
"I just...I come in here for you. To see you," he man smiled a bit. "I thought I was being bloody obvious, but I'm starting to think-"
"Wait, you do?" Remus asked, genuinely shocked. He'd just thought the man had niche interests.
"Yes!" the man laughed. "Alright, let me do this proper. Erm...I'm Sirius. Like the star."
Remus grinned to himself, remembering the first time Sirius had come into the shop. For an Astronomy book.
"And I'd like to take you for coffee, maybe?" Sirius finished, looking slightly nervous."
But Remus grinned. "As long as we don't have to talk about the history of knitting."
Sirius sighed, chuckling. "Absolutely not."
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midnight, remus silently leaves sirius' room and is eye to eye with regulus who is leaving james' room
remus:
regulus
remus: silence agreement?
regulus: oui
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“Lord I worry that love is violence” -José Olivarez
#josé olivarez#lord I worry that love is violence#grapefruit#pomagranate#poetry#I’ve turned into a proper tumblr freak
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Rip James Potter you would have loved YouTube
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This but Sirius cries into the kiss and Remus wipes his tears away with his thumbs and then they stop and Sirius just cries into his shoulder for a bit (I have issues)
lovebirds — word count: 832
@wolfstarmicrofic
“Hello, we know it's last minute, but we were wondering if perhaps you had a room available—”
“Say no more,” the sweet old lady says eagerly, smile so wide Remus wonders if it hurts. “I have just the perfect room for two lovebirds like you.”
“I— No, we—” Remus stutters, aghast.
Sirius, who usually does all the talking in situations like this, is being weirdly quiet.
Remus elbows him on the side. He has to say something, he's the smooth one of the two, the one always comfortable talking to people. Remus is awkward, especially when someone has assumed he and his best friend are dating. The same best friend he's been yearning for for the past five years.
Sirius clears his throat. “We’re not together. I mean, we're together. Just not… together together.”
Why is Sirius being so awkward? That's a first.
The old lady looks pensive.
“We’re friends,” Sirius manages to say eventually. “Just friends.”
The lady hums. “Uhm, I see,” she says, nodding knowingly. “Sadly, the only room available is our suite,” she adds and winks conspiratorially in their direction.
Remus notices something quite unique is happening. Sirius is violently blushing.
“It’s— it's not— are there not twin beds?” Remus asks.
“Oh, don't be ridiculous.” The lady shoos away the question. “We’re not like that here. We welcome all types of couples.”
“That’s great, but—” Sirius starts.
“Here’s your key, dears,” she cuts him short.
Remus sighs. “Why does everybody think we're dating?” he says under his breath as they walk away and follow directions for their room.
“Would it be such a bad thing if we were?”
Remus has to stop in his tracks. The words have come out so softly, so quietly, that he has to wonder if he has misheard. But it's unmistakable. In the way Sirius has stopped as well. In the way he seems to be holding his breath.
“What did you just say?” he breathes out.
“Nothing. Sorry. Shouldn't have said that,” he mutters and walks again, faster than before. Remus hurries his steps and, when he reaches him, he grabs his wrist.
“Sirius, stop,” he heaves. “Why did you say that? I need to know why you'd say that.”
Sirius scoffs but doesn't look him in the eye as he speaks. “You always act like that. Like people assuming we're dating is such a bad thing. I get it, you don't want me, but sometimes it would be easier to just go along with it. Is it that embarrassing for you to have random strangers think we're together?”
“I— What? No, it's not—”
Sirius exhales heavily and shakes his head. “Just— leave it. I'm knackered. I can take the sofa if there's a sofa in that suite.”
Remus is left behind, looking at Sirius as he hastily walks towards their room and fumbles with the key to open it. He's struggling. Remus reaches him and rests a hand on his to stop him. He takes the key and helps him with the door. He's never seen him so agitated before.
“What is this about, Padfoot? You can talk to me—”
“Don’t act like you don't know,” Sirius mutters, still lingering there, freeing his wrist of Remus' hold, still not making eye contact. “You’ve made it clear time and time again. You're not interested in dating me. And that's okay, it's not like you can control how you feel about someone, but— well, sometimes rejection sucks. That's all. I'll get over it, though. Don't worry.”
Remus is utterly confused. What the hell it's going on?
“Rejection?” he blinks.
Sirius rolls his eyes. “Stop acting like you don't know. Every time this happens you panic and try super hard to clarify that we're not dating. As if it'd be such a bad thing if people thought you're dating me. It's not great for my self-esteem, you know?”
“I— what!? How is that rejection?”
Sirius sighs, as if irritated. “Everybody knows I've had the most embarrassing crush on you for years, Moony. You are cruel about it sometimes.”
Remus blinks a few times. In utter shock. How is this the first time he's ever heard about this?
“You have a crush on me?” he whispers.
Sirius deflates and frowns. “You didn't know?”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Well, I— I’ve been told I'm not subtle about it.”
Remus lets out a nervous laugh. “Looks to me like you've been subtle enough. I didn't know.”
“Does it change anything now that you do?”
“It changes everything.”
“It doesn't need to make things awkward between us, you can just ignore it— I'll get over it eventually—”
“I’d rather you didn't,” Remus boldly says.
Everything stops. There's a moment between them. They look at each other and see in each other’s eyes all the yearning they hadn't been aware of.
Remus takes the first step. He surges forward, cups Sirius face with trembling fingers and kisses him.
They do end up putting the suite to good use.
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i love the idea that the astronomy tower is enchanted so jumpers and clumsy fallers land gently on the ground so i can write regulus pushing james off of it.
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i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive
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imagine you make microwave popcorn and by wild chance every single kernel has the same exact popping point and after like a minute in the microwave the bag instantly fills up with a single earsplitting gunshot noise would that be fucked up or what
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