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mishi-with-jazz · 25 days

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James: SIRIUS WAKE UP! ITS 8.30

sirius:

James: WAKE UP, SIRIUS, ITS 8.30

Sirius: WHAT? ITS 8.30???WHY DIDNT I WAKE ME UP.

Sirius: James?what did we have to do at 8.30?

James:Uhhh..

James: REMUS-

#marauders #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #the marauders #dead wizards from the 70s #marauders incorrect quotes #Marauderers quotes #Maraderers

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thebestofoneshots · 2 months

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firstly, I absolutely adore your blog!! <3 ur so cool

secondly im curious to know- what marvel superhero would you assign to each of the marauders? I personally think sirius would love ironman, he’s so tony stark coded

AH, you're combining some of my favourite fandoms, babe! Which is why I might end up writing a way deeper analysis than I need to lol. But let's go through it one by one.

My darling James, the golden boy of his era, he is 100% Captain America. He is hell-bent on protecting those he loves, and he would do anything for them. Also, he's been in love with one girl for all of his life. It's just so fitting for him, I feel?

But also, I feel like James could also be a great Spiderman (and that is probably his favourite superhero), especially younger James, with his charm and charisma and how he is loved and cherished by his people. Also, he is totally in love with a redhead.

Remus Lupin is a complicated one. You know, I feel like Hulk is quite fitting, since you know he gets angry and turns into a green monster, which kind of relates to Rem in a deeper level. Having said that, I think his superhero would be Moon Knight and I'm ready to diе on this grave.

Hear me out, it's about the deep-held emotional trauma and the way Steven and Jake came into existence to protect Mark, he would absolutely love, love Moon Knight, especially the Disney+ version of him. There's also the lack of control the multiple personalities entail (which is very much like Remus' turning into Moony) and the moon theme. Besides, Rem would totally have a mini crush on Oscar Isaac.

And for Sirius, I agree, he is definitely Iron Man coded and would love Tony, I mean it's in the daddy issues they share with each other, the family background, the rich kid persona and all that. But I also think Sirius would love, and I mean LOVE Peter Quill (StarLord).

StarLord also has family issues, but he grew to become an absolutely charming character, sharing his love for beings with Sirius (aka they're both a little bit of heartbreakers) and he is super funny, which I feel Sirius would love. They both love music, and Sirius would praise Starlord's taste every single day of the week. Something else Siri would love about StarLord is his found family. He met the Guardians of the Galaxy and they all adopted each other, in the same way, Sirius adopted and was adopted by James and Remus.

Reggie is Bucky Barnes (and this is one of my favourite Marvel characters). Bucky was brainwashed and tortured by Hydra, in pretty much the same way Reggie was by his family. He shared that traumatic past and his absolute desire to be better, and to improve, he doesn't want to be a deatheater anymore and he fights for what's good. Also, if he is Bucky and James is Cap, we can have a bit of Starchaser hehe.

Lily loves Spiderman, and not because James does, nah, Lily has been a fan since she was a kid, she loves his sense of justice and how he fights for what's good. Spiderman's motto "With great power, comes great responsibility" is literally Lily's bible.

Marlene is into Black Window, and not only bc she has a massive crush on her, but because she thinks she is the most badass character in the entire fucking Marvel universe, no joke. She can stand against beasts three times her size, and fight alongside the most powerful superheroes on earth by being just a human woman? She is INCREDIBLE!

Mary gives me Vision vibes, I'm not sure why, but I totally see her reading Vision fanfiction and writing some too.

Barty is a Loki kid, you cannot change my mind. I mean, forgotten and neglected child who has to be exceptionally good at everything to get the attention from his dad? He becomes evil bc he thinks it's the only way he'll get Odin to see him? This to me screams Barty, and he would love Loki.

And lastly, I think Evan likes Quick Silver. Firstly, he thinks he's super hot, but he also loved his relationship with his sister, and he loves Pietro's charm. There's just something about him that he can't stop thinking about. I also feel he would like Mystique, but that's due to her complicated past, and her ability to become anything anyone she wants. He feels it would be so freeing to do that.

PS. Didn't I say I'd go crazy with this analysis? Aaaah I'm such a nerd...

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merlinsbbeard · 1 year

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Remus: how's the sexiest person here? Sirius: I don't know, how are they? Remus, flustered: I- James, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

#source: incorrect quotes generator #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #moony #padfoot #prongs #funny #harry potter #marauders era #marauderes #hogwarts

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incorrectly-mischievous · 4 years

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Remus: I’m having a baby

Harry: That’s gr-

Remus, slamming down a pad of adoption papers: It’s you, sign here

#how the deathly hollows should have gone #remus lupin #marauderes era #golden trio #marauders #te marauders #hermione granger #marauders’ era #hp #drarry #the marauders’ era #lily evans #arry and lupim

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softheartedscorpio · 3 years

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Just Jily Things:

Nose kisses, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, just kisses. All the time.

James doing Lily’s hair and braiding it whenever he was bored.

Lily passionately ranting about something or another and James loving the fire in her eyes.

Lily pranking James and blaming it on one of the other Marauders.

James carrying Lily’s books even though she insists she can do it herself.

Crappy poems that James writes and Lily saves in a box.

Lily taking James to muggle places during their summer breaks.

James teaching her more about the wizarding world.

James helping her conquer her fear of heights and teaching her to ride a broom.

Lily being phenomenal at it and James tries to recruit her for the quidditch team.

Lily making sure James is doing his homework and studying.

Hogsmeade dates.

Cuddling by the fireplace.

James running his finger through her hair.

Lily taking the time to get to know Sirius because of how important he is to James.

Lily taking polaroid pictures of them together.

Dancing in the rain.

Friendly competitions because they were both so competitive.

Lily wearing James’s shirts.

James hyping Lily up whenever she walks downstairs in the morning.

James not being afraid of feminine problems and talking/listening to her about it.

Lily wearing James’s glasses and teasing him about his horrible eyesight.

James inviting her to ministry events with his family.

Lily being adorably short and James picking her up whenever she’s tired.

Piggyback rides.

Their communication skills were out of this world.

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gatinhosdechocolate · 5 years

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Sirius, hitting his foot on the table: *inhales* Fuck

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Remus, hitting his foot on the table: BLOODY FUCKING MARY SUES PIXIE DUST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HOLY SHIT-

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #the marauders #marauderes era

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maraudersbutmuggle · 3 years

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Josephine Ziya Bhatt

(Another one of my OCs) Born the 24th of april, 1997. She is a Taurus. Dependable, musical, practical. English mother, Indian father. Hindu background. Asexual. Attracted romantically and platonically to girls. Hufflepuff. Member of The Rugby Team of that house. Suffers from anxiety, ADHD, and hyperactiveness. Third daughter of Miranda Brook and Sohan Bhatt. Miranda and Sohan both met at Hogwarts. They were high school sweethearts. Sohan was a scholarshipped student for academic excellence. Miranda came from a rich family but she was an excellent rugby player. Ginna (five years older), and Erika (three years older) had always been more connected with their father. Sohan has a very easy and docil temper. Miranda is more outgoing and expressive. Josephine feels identified with her. Joss is the only one of the Bhatt children to like Rugby. That made Miranda proud. Josephine grew up in a wealthy family. Sohan is a very important cardiologist. Miranda is a very important reporter, she is the host of the daily news. Josephine attended Hogwarts like her sisters. She was placed in Hufflepuff. She is best friends with Lucille, Emmeline and Alice. Josephine tried out for the Rugby Team in her second year. She loves rugby and takes it very seriously. She loves gossip.

#marauderes #marauders era #muggle au #marauders muggle au #hufflepuff #josephine ziya bhatt #alice fortescue #rugby

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slytherravengryffinpuff · 5 years

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There literally is no good Jegulus fanart out there! I'm offended!

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itscooltobefanficy · 7 years

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In seventh year, Remus and Lily have a really petty argument over something minor, and she shrieks “Are you fucking serious?!”

And Remus raises an arch eyebrow and replies, “Yes, I am.”

They stop fighting purely because Sirius is laughing too hard for them to continue.

#The marauders #marauders era #headcanon #wolfstar #marauderous bastards

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atypicalacademic · 4 years

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When I was a teenager, and getting into Harry Potter fanfic for the first time, I remember the reader-insert fics that were very blatantly not for selves like me. I was the wrong self.

I could not sidle up to Fred Weasley after Quidditch practice, or corner Sirius Black in the Marauderer era Gryffindor Common Room. I couldn't pick out wands or share my transfiguration homework, or drink butterbeer and laugh with my magical friends. I couldn't pet a hippogriff or fly a broom.

My skin wasn't porcelain, my eyes weren't light, my hair wasn't straight and long.

I was the wrong self.

Even my own name sounded wrong when I slip it in the gap left by "y/n".

At the time, it didn't feel unfair, really. It is what it is, I thought. It felt a little off kilter, but hey, it wasn't the end of the world. Worse things were happening in my life, in my world. So what if my escapism asked me to wear a skin that wasn't my own?

And so I did.

The earliest self-insert characters I'd made were cis white straight women. They were slender, they had freckles and endless blue eyes, they had names like Jessica and Maria and Helen and Grace.

Their names didn't feel wrong when I wrote them into stories.

Until one of my friends passed me the notebook I'd written my stories in, with a little note at the bottom.

"Can you write one about me?"

It was a simple enough request, and I was touched, really, to have a request at all. It was the first one I ever got.

And I did.

I wrote Savitri, with her dark skin and acne and her thick black hair. It took so many tries to get it right, considering the girl I was writing was someone sitting right next to me in school.

Her name didn't flow with my verbs, with my language. When her fictional lover of choice threw his arms around her, I cringed.

This feels wrong.

And not because it was someone I knew. It was because I didn't know how to write the color of her skin, the curls of her hair, the syllables of a voice in a way that felt like it belonged in a story.

I didn't think people like us belonged in that sort of self-indulgence. I simply thought it wasn't for us. That it was cringey if we did it.

But I tried, regardless. Every time Savi wrinkled her nose and said, "my skin's not that smooth," or "I don't have rainwater straight hair", I struck out, tried again. And again. And again.

Until one day I tentatively pushed the notebook towards her, and she asked me if she could tear out those pages and keep them. She said she tucked them under her pillow and read them to sleep every night, giddy and giggling and joyful.

Then she wanted another story.

And another one. And another.

I wrote for another friend. I wrote them in my native language. Every time the wrongness clung to me, but every time it felt lighter, and lighter. And lighter.

Every time I cringe, every time I wonder if I'm making too much of a point, I think of the look Savi gave me, of the relief I felt when I read my own fic and began to crack open the white-woman shells that I'd fashioned for myself.

Fandoms have changed, since then. I, too have changed since then. But every time I read a reader-insert that doesn't assume gender or race or hair color or ability, I smile a bit. Every time I read someone who hadn't belonged to stories before, making characters for themselves, I feel a sense of kinship.

I remember Savi, with endless gratitude. Ive told her so, too. That she changed something for me when she pushed aside the white-woman-shells and asked me for her story.

She shrugged, and looked at me incredulously. "I just wanted a story, dude." She said. "It's not that deep."

That's the thing, isn't it?

I just wanted a story.

It's not that deep.

Only as deep as hastily written, typo-ridden stories are, and names are, and daydreams are.

And yet, and yet, it felt like so much to ask for.

I feel bad for my younger self, who, in a fictional world full of magic and flying cars, drew the line at my brown skin and my dark eyes.

It's not that deep.

It shouldn't be.

It's only as deep as walking headfirst into a world and announcing with my full chest that I belong here as much as everyone else.

It's only as deep as believing it with my whole heart when fantasy-partner-of-choice ran their hands through my frizzy hair and called me beautiful, without needing to wear a name, a being, a body entirely unlike my own.

It was only ever as deep as that.

Only as deep as a ballpoint-pen scrawl at the bottom of a notebook that I'd long since lost.

"Can you write one about me?"

And the answer finally, finally, being yes, yes, I will, I will rummage through a hundred metaphors and fashion my own and purple my prose and drown you in cheesy affection. Yes. You deserve it.

About you, about me, I will write, with my flawed hands and my flawed words, not one, but a thousand stories.

#kannan has thoughts #fanfic #writing #im aware jkr sucks #just a disclaimer lol #fandom #cw long post #sorry for the no cut this is on my phone oops

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the-dark-art-diaries · 5 years

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Forgotten Friends.

So I have had this idea for a fic about an OC in the marauderers era for ages but never had the balls to put it anywhere... so here is a prologue you could call it. Not sure yet where I want to go with it so open to suggestions. Thanks bois xx

There she stands, a ghost from my past. A bittersweet one dug up from the grave of a childhood memory. Looking at her I can smell the dirt from my fingers and the freshly cut grass that paints my knees.

I remember we would sit in my tiny garden in Grimmauld Place for hours. We mixed pretend potions and searched for the perfect ‘wand’ among orphaned twigs from the cherry tree that made its home at the bottom of the walled garden. She told me rumours her older brother Corban would tell her about the great lake on the school grounds. The stories still make my skin crawl even though I know they are just stories. She and I spent every moment that my mother allowed us together, she was my best friend.

Eleven is a strange age, you think you know what’s going to happen, but you actually know nothing. I dreamt of going to Hogwarts every day, so did she. We had planned to ride the train to Hogwarts together. But that dream was never a reality. Memories are sad things; I believe no good memory can be happy. Thoughts from the past only remind you of a better time, forcing you to realise how shit the now is. And how shit the now was when she left I want to hate her for it. I do! She left me alone to face what we planned to do together.

Her father sent her away. Her and Corban. I think he decided that Hogwarts wasn’t good enough from his… needs. Durmstrangs is not like Hogwarts. Far from it! Promoting dark arts and blood purity, things Dumbledore would never approve off. Looking around the reception hall the blood is as ‘pure’ as can be: Malfoys, Carrows, Averys all believing that their lineage is the best. There would be a better chance of hell freezing over before I believe there is any privilege in my name that makes me better than a muggleborn.

“Is that Cora?” the scent of the garden fades as Reggie nudges me. I pull my eyes of the floor and over to her again. She looks different than from my memories, grown-up.

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“The death of your Father was a great shock to us all! Wasn’t it Evan?”

“Yes! And as my mother says, my family and I are here for anything you need.” Evan steps towards me pushing Corban aside and drags me into a hug. He makes me uncomfortable Evan, but he is better than all the other pureblood narcissists that have been fawning over me this evening “I do hope you consider my families offers Cora. Just imagine how much fun we can have at Hogwarts this year.” His voice was chilling and quiet as it sweeps itself across the side of my face. Feeling the heat from the smirk on his face I push him off me. I need to find Croix, he will be with Malfoy in some backroom talking about future deals. He thinks just because Fathers dead he can sell his little sister of like I’m his property. Not if I have anything to do with it. I scan the room of familiar faces, recognising my Croix and Father’s friends. Then I see him, Sirius.

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Maybe it’s the fire-whisky I snuck into my drink, but the room's eyes are trained on the youngest Yaxley sibling.

“I thought she was at Durmstrangs?” Reggie continues to question me. Cora and I lost touch around the second semester of my first year at Hogwarts. She claims it was too far for her owl to travel, which I know isn’t true. Her and Corban never returned for holidays, instead, they stayed at Durmstrangs continuing with summer classes.

Cora seems to perk up after Evans embrace and begins studying the hall, she is looking for someone, and if I know her she looks mad. Her grey eyes fall on mine for a second before darting away frantically. Maybe she saw a ghost too.

Thanks for reading! feel free to tell me how you feel about it and if I should write the next part!

#sirius black #sirius #sirius fanfic #sirius imagine #sirius black fanfiction #hp #harry potter #the marauders #marauders imagine #marauders era #fanfiction #writing

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marauderer · 7 years

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So today I found out that my blog now has 200 followers which I am absolutely ecstatic about, thank you all so much. And, as a bit of a celebration, I thought I’d post another excerpt of the Marauder-era fic that I’m currently working on. This scene is set in the summer holidays after 6th year, enjoy xx.

“Lily! Lily wake up!” Petunia’s shrill voice carried up the stairs to Lily’s bedroom. “There’s a cute boy at the door.”

“Unghh,” Lily groaned, rolling out of bed and walking towards the bathroom, splashing water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up. Strands of her red hair had fallen out of her plait and plastered themselves to her forehead. “Why does that concern me?”

“Because you need to open it,” Petunia yelled back.

“What? You haven’t let him in? How on Earth do you even know he’s cute if you haven’t opened the door?” Lily said, matching her sister’s volume.

“I already have Vernon. You’re the one who’s going to end up like Mrs Figg if you keep going this way. And I saw him through the window.”

“And I’m just expected to blindly trust your judgement on the attractiveness of males, am I? Merlin, Tuney, you’re dating Vernon Dursley,” Lily grumbles, poking her tongue out at her sister as she walked downstairs.

“You’re impossible, Lils, just open the bloody door,” Petunia said, before shrieking at the sight of her sister. “You can’t let the cute boy see you like that!”

Lily looked down at the stretched Puddlemere United shirt (stolen from Marlene) that she was wearing over her pyjama shorts and shrugged.

“If the cute boy is worth my time in the slightest he’ll be able to cope with this attire. This isn’t even my worst.”

Lily slipped past her sister and opened the door. Her eyes widened as she took in the bespectacled boy who stood there. He ran a hand through his hair and smirked at Lily whose mouth was agape. After a prolonged moment of silence in which Lily, uncharacteristically, appeared lost for words and James, as per usual, continued smirking, the latter finally spoke.

“Trust me Evans, I can cope with your worst,” James smirked.

#marauders writing #yay thanks for 200 everyone xxx #marauder era #lily evans #petunia evans #marauderer #mine

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incorrectly-mischievous · 4 years

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James and Sirius: *in jail*

James: Who should we call?

Sirius: I’d say Remus, but I would feel safer in jail

#lily potter #jame spotter #marauderes era #harry potter #the marauderes #marauders’ era #james potter #sirius and james #sirius and james and remus #wolfstar

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softheartedscorpio · 3 years

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James, staring at Lily: Isn’t she so pretty?

Remus, staring at Sirius: Yeah. He is.

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gatinhosdechocolate · 5 years

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Sirius: If we get lost in this crowd and never see each other again what will we do?

Remus: I don’t know about you, but I will celebrate

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauderes #marauderes era

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retroreaderr · 6 years

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Curious | Remus Lupin

Request: “ Hi how are you? Can I please request a fic with 61 (“I told you not to fall in love with me.”), 59 (“Look at me.”) & 30 (“Is that blood?”) of the prompts please!! In any order!! Oh and with marauderers era Remus or sirius !! ”

Word Count: 571

Warning(s): blood mention, short, i’m sorry i haven’t had the inspiration to write anything longer than a short blurb in like forever and it shows

LOOK AT MOD WIDOW BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE UNPOPULAR FACECLAIMS LMAO SORRYNOTSORRY

When you snuck into the outer grounds that morning, the last thing you expected to find was your closest friend passed out on the floor of the shambling floorboards of the Shrieking Shack.

You supposed that explained the name of the place.

You’d always known Remus had some sort of infliction, however you were never clued into what it was.

Generally, James or Sirius was sent to retrieve Remus when he was out, however this morning it was you who had snuck out of the castle, out of pure curiosity of course, to see what exactly he did out there each month. Of course, your first impression was little more than confused, and a bit worried.

The walls were lined with scrapes and scratches, furniture was flipped and broken, it was dark and damp and all around dreary.

You followed the gashes in the wall upstairs, carefully pushing each door that lined the hall open until your eyes landed on a figure laying in the middle of one of the rooms’ floor.

“Remus? Is that you?”

There was a soft groan in response.

“Jesus, are you alright?” you rushed over to his side, dropping to your knees besides him.

“Rem - say something!”

“Whe...You shouldn’t…”

“God, I...What happened? What…”

“Dangerous.”

He finally lifted his head, holding it for a moment before looking at you.

“What are you...Doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s...Where’s James?”

“I don’t know, I left before them, I -”

“Why?”

“I was curious, I’m sorry, I -”

“Don’t. You shouldn’t have I -”

Your eyes fell on the marks that lined his skin - most were still fresh, bleeding and bruising.

“Is that blood?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look at me...”

He barely sat upright, his torn robes draped haphazardly across his body.

He looked at you with sad eyes, and suddenly everything made sense.

And yet instead of recoiling in horror as most did, you felt your heart shatter.

You raised a hand to wipe away the deep red that drowned his cheek, revealing a rather deep cut.

“You did this to yourself?”

“Probably.”

“Rem,” you started, glancing up at him solemnly.

“Don’t. Don’t...get sappy. Don’t feel bad. Just stop.”

“Am I not allowed to care?”

He stayed silent for a moment.

“Remus, I love you.”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Despite his words, his eyes held a different feeling. They were happy, elated even. You loved him, everyone knew that. He knew that. But he worried, as he always did. As much as it hurt him to push you away, he tried. But you still loved him.

And he loved you.

“I know what you told me...I just don’t care.”

“I thought you did care.”

“I -” you caught sight of the slight smile that grazed his features, “You ass. I hate you.”

“I thought you loved me!”

“I do!” you were infected with his smile, as you tackled him with a hug, pushing the two of you back onto the bed.

“I love you, too, you know.”

“I know.”

“Hey, looks like Moony finally got his big break, huh?” Sirius’ voice interrupted your conversation as he kicked the door open, the crash of it against the wall rattling the house itself.

“Pads, not a good time.”

“It’s a perfect time! When’s the wedding, should we start planning now?”

“For the love of -”

“Can we plan the honeymoon too?”

“Sirius!”

#remus lupin x reader #Remus Lupin #young remus lupin x reader #marauders era #remus lupin imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter

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