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evyltalks · 9 months
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These are little vampire footprints
telling me
he was here and
here.
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that-bitch-kat3 · 8 months
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remus looking into the camera like hes on the office while the prank he said would go badly goes badly:
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daddiesdrarryy · 6 months
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James: Wow, the library is extra crowded today
Remus: Merlin, look at all these students. Who do you have to fuck to get a bloody book around here?
Sirius: Me!
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394halfbloodprince · 10 months
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Severus: [taps quill]
Lily: [taps quill back]
James: stop that!
Lily: stop what?
James: you’re talking about me in Morse code.
Severus: yes, that’s exactly what we’re doing. In our very limited free time, Me and Lily took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
[later]
Severus to regulus: that’s exactly what we did.
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jamespotterbbg · 1 month
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marauders but the office. lily as pam. james as jim. sirius and remus are kelly and ryan respectively. barty and regulus are dwight and angela.
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“Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge.”
Remus never thought he’d be sitting on this train once more. In this moment, he’s 14 again. The hills roll by and if he closes his eyes, imagines just hard enough, he can still hear the clamouring and giggling that used to belong here. The train is empty, save for Remus, a special trip just for him. In the worst way, this is all too familiar. Like the trunk remembers the axe, Remus can’t help but feel he is gently travelling towards a terrible thing.
“A minute from home but I feel so far from it.”
Remus had lived in London for so long that the Welsh had been bleached out of his accent. Hope and Lyall were long gone, finally resting. And Remus was alone. Home had always been where his heart had lived. Never Wales though, never a place, always a person. Cariad. Cariad. Cariad. With every beat of his heart, Remus knows where home is. He thinks of James and Lily and Harry. He thinks of a home that once belonged to them.
“The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin.”
He thinks of a home that belongs to him, of a basement with a torn up mattress and a master bedroom with a leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair. Remus could never understand how people could one day lock a door and never open it again. Until he did. Slowly, the cottage grew to be too much, bore a weight so goddamn heavy that Remus shouldered it all. That house held the three people he loved, “love” his mind corrects him. He wonders whether in 11 years of solitude, that house too, would be reluctant to see him again.
“It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again.”
In a way, only Remus could understand why James and Lily had to die. Unfortunately, there is always a greater good. There is always someone, ‘something’ his mind hisses, greater than him. The rage is dormant now. The war is over. Remus knows loss incredibly well, walks hand in hand with her most days. Instinctively, he tightens his grip on his thigh. It serves as a reminder. You survived the war. You lost everyone you love. You are real. You are neither punished nor the punisher. Not anymore.
“The things that I lost here, the people I knew.”
Remus takes a walk along the length of the train. Nostalgia’s sake and all that. The open compartment doors rattle gently and the seats are vacant. For some reason, Remus half expected to run into a brick wall at King’s Cross. He doesn’t know how to exist in this space again, how to walk the halls of the castle without feeling like a ghost instead. Mostly, Remus doesn’t know how he could look into James’ faces and Lily’s eyes again, and see them on someone else.
“They got me surrounded for a mile or two.”
Logically, he knows “No.” is as good an answer as any. He made sure that there were no more favours, no more secrets. Remus knows that from 11, the castle cared for him. He also knows that care and respect go hand in hand. He has no debt to the castle but he does have duty to fulfil. For every man who obeys his duty, there is another who cannot. A prison cell briefly flashes in his mind, then a cupboard under stairs, then a set of silver handcuffs.
“The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel.”
The train shudders and stops. The sky is dark. Remus’ eyes are closed. He inhales deeply and lets muscle memory take over. His steps now echo down the empty train carriages. He is just as tall as the last time he stood here. This time, he leaves behind four giggling boys. He leaves behind the weight of a head in his lap. The image is superimposed into his eyelids. Remus hopes that everything that ever existed still exists in moments, even though we don’t get them back. The doors slide open and he steps onto the platform.
“I'm back between villages and everything's still.”
For the second time in his life, Remus John Lupin has the sudden and crashing realisation that he is totally and utterly alone.
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theheartofthestar · 21 hours
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Prompt 23 - Teacher AU
@wolfstarmicrofic - April 23rd, 467 words
Quiet evenings turn hectic as exams approach. This is true every year, ever since he was a student walking these same halls, and will continue to be so long after he retires.
Remus' door was always open for students to come up and clear up whatever questions they might have, but aside from the occasional gaggle of younger students who eagerly wanted to make sure they got a spell right, and the handful or older students who stopped by for tea and biscuits sometimes, his office hours were spent quietly, and alone.
Now, however, close as they were to finals, with the promise of summer breeze making them open the castle windows as the sun went down, and the idea of finally lounging by the lake under the sun, students tended to panic, and Remus could reliably expect a queue outside his office's door.
"Please call the next student in when you leave" Remus said gently to a third year Hufflepuff, whom Remus had had to spend fifteen minutes reassuring that finals would only cover what was in the syllabus.
There was a soft rap of knuckles against the door, even when it was open.
"Good evening, Professor, have you got a moment?" The familiar voice made him look up immediately, heart jumping in his chest the same way it had done a thousand times before, ever since they were nothing more than children.
"What are you doing here?" Remus said with a smile, standing up to go around his desk as Sirius walked into the office.
"You know, I was just around the area" Sirius shrugged and threw him a dazzling smile that did nothing to hide the blush that spread over his cheeks. "Your students let me cut the line, too"
"Oh, did they, now?" If only they weren't at school, he would drag Sirius to the desk and make him blush even harder. But they were, so Remus had to be happy with leaning in and pressing a soft, almost innocent kiss to the corner of Sirius' mouth.
"I'll stop by the kitchens and let them send up some dinner for you" Sirius said softly, nothing more than a whisper.
"You're a blessing" Remus hadn't felt hungry before, but his stomach rumbled just by the sound of dinner. He lowered his voice even further to ask,"Is the line long out there?"
"Extremely, you are either very popular or they are really scared" Sirius laughed around his answer, but kept it to a whisper as well.
"Both. Always both." It got Remus a snort in return.
"Will you come home tonight?" Sirius' smile was softer, eyes giving him the once over. Remus knew Sirius always worried about him during this time of the school year.
"Yes, love," Remus whispered, "I'll always come home to you"
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padfootslads · 3 months
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Remus: *is depressed*
Peter: isn’t depression just just another term for feeling “bummed out”?
Sirius: Peter, you ignorant slut
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eyra · 4 months
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the oldest recipe for parsnip soup - eyra - Harry Potter [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 5/9 Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Marauders Era, Non-Magical, Christmas, Winter, Cooking, Food, Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Autistic Sirius Black (+ please check ao3 tags before reading)
Chapter 5 is now up! 🍎☕
Time for tea. Thank you again to everyone who has left comments and sent me lovely messages about this story. Enjoy! x
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evyltalks · 6 months
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The prompt was : Remus pulling Sirius’s hair like Nanami did to that villain
What do you think about this one ?👀
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viennafantasies · 3 months
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𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for
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kachowblueninja · 14 days
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If you know me and youre seeing this.... why the fuck dont you talk to me about our shared interests bitch
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thebunnymen · 11 months
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hxuse-xf-black · 1 year
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11-year-old James: I only want to be your friend! 11-year-old Lily: James: Plus a little extra. James: Also, I love you.
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redadidassneakers · 2 years
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Sirius, yelling: stop dating my brother!
James: you know what? I’m gonna start dating him even harder
Sirius: what does that mean?
James: you know what that means
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ashleigghh · 4 months
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Day 22- yell. Jegulus, 479 words. This is inspired by an episode of the office us in season 6
“I should yell at him right, make an example out of him,” James turns to look at Regulus who had just listened to his 15-minute rant about one of his colleagues, who did everything wrong and actively encouraged the others to do things his way which only made life harder for all of them.
“Can you discipline him? Write him up or something, you are co-manager,” Regulus muses, likely thinking up much more violent and embarrassing reactions to this scenario than James is.
“To be honest, I don’t know,” James sighs, leaning back against the sofa, his head resting on the seat next to where Regulus is sitting. Regulus laughs gently, running a hand through James’ hair. 
“You should probably figure out exactly what your job is,” Regulus’ voice is teasing, and calm and right now all James wants to do is fall asleep in his arms, but this issue is eating at him and he needs to figure out what to do. 
“I have an idea,” he shrugs, not really caring to know more than that, he does his job well, has no complaints, no blemishes on his record so he’s obviously doing something right. “I could just yell at him in front of people and hope for the best,” 
“You know, I can’t really imagine you yelling at anybody,” Regulus smiles and James turns his head to the side to look at him in confusion.
“I yell!” He scoffs, offended that Regulus thinks he never yells at anything, “You’ve definitely heard me yell before.” 
Regulus hums in thought, trying to recall a time James has ever yelled at anyone maliciously, any time he’s ever been so angry he’s had to scream to get his point across, he comes up blank and shakes his head at James.
“I’ve heard you exclaim, excited after a quidditch win, happy about a friends announcement,” Regulus laughs, recalling a fond memory involving a busy car park and endless identical spaces, “That time you found our car after looking for 20 minutes,” 
“That was a perfect end to a perfect day!” James moves, turning his whole body to face Regulus, his eyes widening in joy thinking back to the memory, “There is never any reason to yell on the apple-picking day,” 
“This is what I mean,” Regulus laughs, taking James’ hand and interlinking it with his own, “It’s not a bad thing, I just think you’d be so upset with yourself if you yelled at him, and would feel guilty.” 
James pouts and Regulus leans down to kiss him, “You’re a good person, James, we’ll figure something out.”  There’s a look in Regulus’ eyes that makes James think he won’t have to sort it out at all, but he ignores it, James would let Regulus do whatever he wanted, so if he wants to yell at a man for him, he’ll take it.
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