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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)
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pearlynia · 5 months
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Sirius Black would wear a shirt that says "best dogfather ever" at Harry's birthday because him and James thinks it's hilarious and would laugh their ass off.
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vomits0cutely · 2 months
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Remus Lupin wanted to die, yet he lived the longest.
James Potter wanted to live, yet he was the first to die.
Sirius Black wanted to break free from his family, yet he died one of them.
Peter Pettigrew wanted to be known, yet he never was.
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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months
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Completely Normal
based on an anonymous request
"You what?" Remus nearly yelled, looking back and forth between Sirius and James, his mouth agape.
"Guys kiss their friends, like, to practice for girls. It's normal," James shrugged.
Remus narrowed his eyes, still trying to take in the information that two of his best friends had kissed. More than once. "Normal," he scoffed. Not much about Sirius and James was normal, after all.
But Sirius just grinned and leaned towards him. "Yeah. Want to see?"
And suddenly, Remus's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't remember how to breathe or think. Or nod.
But somehow, Sirius must have realized that he was okay with whatever he was offering, because their lips touched softly, and Remus felt himself gasp.
It was not friendly. He felt his stomach flip-flop and his cheeks turn pink, and he resisted the urge to raise his hand to grab at Sirius's cheek and deepen the kiss. But thankfully, miraculously, Sirius did that for him, and before Remus could think, their tongues were swiping against each other, Sirius's breath hot in Remus's mouth and Remus's entire body on fire.
Suddenly, just as Remus considered wrapping his arms around Sirius's waist, Sirius almost jumped back, panting, eyes wide, looking shocked and a bit confused.
After a deep breath, however, Sirius murmured the words that made Remus's heart sink: "See? Erm...completely normal."
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I’m a marauders fan, of course I think of dead gay wizards when listening to a sad song
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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is betrothed!
(145 words.)
Remus notices the nickname evolution. The stupid words Sirius attaches to Remus that make the boy smile and roll his eyes, pretending there isn't a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Moony, my moonshine, want to go to Hogsmeade?"
"Rem, darling, when's the potions test?"
"Remus, my beloved, my one and only, what's the name of that muggle device again? The one that spins and heats stuff up?"
"Moons, my complete and utter ray of light, could I borrow a book?"
Until one day it changes.
"Moony, my betrothed..."
Remus snorts a laugh, eyes still on his food.
"We're not exactly engaged, love, you'd have to ask first-" He glances up and freezes. Sirius is on one knee in front of him, a soft, nervous smile on his face, holding out a blue velvet ring box.
"Okay, sorry, I'll try that again. Moony, my soon-to-be betrothed?"
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exhaustedcatte · 6 days
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You’re a Wizard.
Remus bit his cheek, the juvenile words of “Detention Prewett” were on the tip of his tongue.
No, he reminded himself harshly. That’s Fred and George Weasley. Not Fabian and Gideon. I’m not a Prefect, I’m the Professor.
Remus grit his teeth.
Luna Lovegood floated into the room and Remus saw unwelcome visions, the present melting away to accommodate the past. Regulus Black was there, guiding Pandora when she was batting her lashes at Xenophilius Lovegood.
Draco Malfoy was an amusing mixture of Lucius and Narcissa. He stuck his nose up and raised one manicured brow like his mother, but his ugly words and prideful manners were all his father.
Remus laughed guilelessly, what was wrong with him. Fraternising with the enemy, Moony? A very familiar voice chirped in his head.
It hurt so bad.
Every time Hermione Granger raised her hand, to the chagrin of the rest of the class, Remus saw Lily Evans. Her fierce intelligence and determination a weapon to dismantle the prejudice faced by Muggleborns. Lily would’ve loved her.
He wiped his face with tired hands.
Honestly, Remus was never meant to survive this. He was simply unfortunate, unlucky. An anomaly.
Hah, now suffer.
There was Neville Longbottom, with ears that stuck out like his father and a shy smile to match his mother’s. I’ll watch over him now, Remus promised the smiling Alice and Frank in his memories, apologising for the years gone by.
Then there were the little things.
Snape always caused a spark of his old Marauder spirit to overtake his senses. It also brought forth very vivid sounds of two devils whispering into his ears. Potter and Black, always at the crime scene.
No, no. He batted that thought away before he could spiral.
Remus found himself shocked by the streaks of white in Minerva McGonagall’s hair, which 15 years ago that would’ve caused an uproar. Not even his own greying roots had caused him so much sadness.
His heart ached when he saw Madame Pomfrey pressing her knuckles into her strained back. How much had he missed while hiding from this wretched world?
But what struck a raw nerve was Harry Potter, of course.
The Toad green of his eyes and the bird’s nest of his hair. It had been so long but all he could see in the young Potter boy was his friend. A friend who had betrayed him, but his friend nonetheless.
I know you, he pursed his lips to prevent screaming that when he was addressed as Professor Lupin and not Unc’e Moo’y. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t the one who could get Prongslet to burp or take a nap anymore. He was the weird, mismatched man for a teacher.
You know Harry doesn’t think of you like that. Ah, Lily, wise as always.
The James in Harry Potter stuck out like a sore thumb, much like his hair, when he whizzed across the quidditch pitch with innate talent, when he couldn’t hold back his tongue while talking to Snape, when he faffed about in lessons. But it pained more to see Harry stand up for his friends, like his father had always done, and when he went searching for trouble despite being explicitly warned against it.
Oh, how I miss you Prongs.
He sat back in his chair, creaky and hard as it was. There was only one person he hadn’t found in his students.
Remus closed his eyes.
Sirius Black grinned at him from behind his eyelids. Miss me, Moony?
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waxingrunes · 5 months
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October 1981 — July 1993.
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pqdfootsmoon · 19 days
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remus lupin could never appreciate the beauty of a full moon and that it the most heartbreaking devastating thing ever
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justhyperfixations · 7 months
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november weather is remus lupin weather
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tigrrliily · 7 months
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They are my roman empire
Someone asked me for the details in this one…so here you go enjoy the pain🥲
I wish I had the time to draw more again but university is forcing me to actually work…so here you go, enjoy our tragic love bugs
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evyltalks · 6 months
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𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝
𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞
𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐨.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜.
𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞,
𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒,
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑖𝑐.
𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲,
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛,
𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠,
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘.
𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡.
𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?
𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫.
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠.
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞.
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛.
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛,
𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.
𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭.
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡.
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.
𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒’𝑠.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.
— Evyl
(i wanted to do more and make a whole series for this but I got too impatient and wanted to share it. i think ive never been more happy how a piece turned out :))
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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months
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lovesick - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 114
Remus had never believed in something as silly as a broken heart.
His entire life, he'd struggled with pain so severe his body screamed with it; setback and challenge after setback and challenge. His actual bones changed once a month with his transformation, and he often awoke after a Full with gashes and new scars.
He knew pain. And as far as he was concerned, being lovesick was for old plays and cheesy romances.
Until October 31st.
Until he saw his other half dragged screaming to prison by Aurors through a newspaper clipping.
Until he felt his soul split in two.
Then, he realized, he'd never actually felt real pain before.
Until that moment.
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askurmum · 1 year
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Regulus' motto will always be "Life is unfair, k!ll yourself or get over it"
(for context, he didnt get over it)
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vomits0cutely · 2 months
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Remus “I can’t love you, anymore” Lupin.
Sirius “I can’t love you any more” Black.
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dovrt · 2 months
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I'm a marauders fan, of course I'm gay or depressed or both
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