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It was a rainy September afternoon when the bell above the bookshop door jingled.

Remus Lupin barely noticed, he had been hunched over his laptop for three days, trying to wring sense out of a stubborn chapter, and his world had narrowed down to ink stains and half-formed sentences. It wasn’t until he felt a shadow falling across the till that he looked up.

And promptly forgot every word he had ever known.

The man standing before him was…beautiful. Not just handsome, not simply striking, but beautiful in a way that left Remus scrambling to catch up with his own thoughts. His hair was damp, curling in soft, romantic waves across his forehead, the sort of detail that would sound absurdly cliché if Remus tried to write it. His eyes... grey? green? blue? all of them at once, watched him steadily, and Remus realized belatedly that he was staring.

He yanked off his glasses and scrambled upright, forcing a customer-friendly smile though his pulse was thundering. “How can I help you?”

The man’s voice was low and smooth, with a richness that wrapped around Remus’ ribcage like silk. “I was hoping you had a Emily Wilson's translation of the Iliad? I couldn't find it in the Greeks and myths section.”

Remus checked the shelves and, miraculously, found it. The man paid, his fingers brushing Remus’ briefly as he passed the notes across, and then turned toward the door. But the storm had worsened, rain lashing against the glass in thick silver sheets.

He hesitated, then glanced back with the faintest apologetic crease between his brows. “Would it be…possible to sit for a while? Until the rain lets up. If it’s not against your policy.”

Remus’ brain chose that exact moment to empty itself completely of reasonable speech. He managed a jerky nod, far too many times for any self-respecting adult, tried as inconspicuously as he could to hide his umbrella under his desk with his foot, and quickly tugged an extra chair over. Then, as though on autopilot, he slipped into the back room and returned with two mugs of tea.

The man looked faintly startled, then smiled. A small smile, but enough to make Remus’ chest tighten.

They sat. They talked. About books, of course, because where else could two strangers begin in a bookshop? Regulus, that was his name, confessed his childhood adoration for The Little Prince, a gift from his father he had read until the pages had nearly disintegrated, but had lost when he lent it to someone who didn't give it back. His opinions on literature were sharp and merciless (“I would gladly throw Wuthering Heights into a fire if it spared me from Heathcliff’s whining.”), but when he laughed, it was soft, almost shy, and Remus found himself desperate to make it happen again.

By the time the rain cleared, a rainbow arched above the rooftops. Their mugs were empty, but neither moved until Regulus finally stood, thanking him for the tea. He left with another small smile, and Remus was left staring at the door, wondering if it would ever open again.

It did.

Every afternoon at five, the bell jingled, and Regulus would arrive. By then, Remus always had the chair ready, the tea steeping. Their conversations wound through stories, philosophies, guilty pleasures, the books they hated and the ones they would save from a burning house. Slowly, rhythmically, Regulus’ presence became the anchor of Remus’ days, a secret pulse of anticipation he could no longer imagine living without.

Six months later, Remus pressed a small package into Regulus’ hands, brown paper, twine, his heart hammering. Inside was a French edition of Le Petit Prince, worn but intact, the same edition Regulus had lost years ago.

Regulus froze, fingertips brushing reverently over the cover. “How... ” His voice cracked, and he swallowed. “How did you find this?”

Remus shrugged, suddenly shy. “You lost yours and you said it was your favorite.”

When Regulus looked up, the weight of his gaze nearly undid him. That was the day they first kissed, behind the children's books section in the same place they had first met.

Two years later, when Remus Lupin’s first novel was published, the dedication was simple:

For Regulus, my star, my love, who reminded me that even in the rain, there is light.

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Do you know that thing where suddenly everything's too quiet and you know your pet/child or whatever is up to something bad? Regulus has that for Barty.

If everything's too quiet there's trouble.

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Remus, walking into their marauders dorms: Why does it look like a tornado came through here?

James:You know that trick people play on dogs? That one when you pretend to throw a ball but actually keep it in your hand and watch as the dog chases after nothing?

Remus: yeah?

James: regulus did it with Sirius.

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James: No more doing stupid shit separately anymore.

Barty: Ok.

James: From now on, we fuck up everything together.

Barty: Ride or die, baby.

Regulus, in the background: I may have made a mistake.

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I call this one "the temptation of the artist"

Yes I did draw it on my phone in my bed

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jegulus works because james was a pretty boy who happened to be weird and regulus was a weird boy who happened to be pretty

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Regulus “I didn’t ask you to protect me” and Sirius “I couldn’t handle you getting hurt” Black

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This is Pandora's vibe to me btw (can we normalise making her Bellatrix's level of batshit insane)

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I firmly believe Barty is always the smartest person in the room, he's just... Quite dumb too.

Like sure, he's been trying to push open the door that says "pull" for a good five minutes but ask him a mathematic equation and he'll have the answer in seconds. Ask him anything about history and he'll tell you the dates and every detail of the event. Ask about anything and he knows it.

He's just a bit stupid.

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oh brightest star my

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Regulus: James, we agree to keep this a secret. How did the entire school find out?! James: I only told Sirius because they're my best friends and your sibling. Sirius: I told Remus because he is my boyfriends. Remus: and I told Peter, he is a marauder number 4 Peter: I told many, many people.

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Someone: Are you a boy or a girl?

Sirius: Does it matter? I'm a person

Someone: Yeah, but what's between your legs?

Sirius: On a good day, Remus Lupin.

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Barty would 100% be one of those guys who tries to one-up conspiracy theorists.

"The moon landing was fake."

"Oh, you're one of those guys who believes in the moon?"

Regulus hates it, Evan thinks it's hilarious, Dorcas is questioning all of her life choices, and Pandora's getting ready to blow Barty's remark out of the water by saying something even worse.

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People are saying Nauseous is Family Line 2.0…like weren’t you as emotionally wrecked by Winner as I was?! Nauseous is CLEARLY the third installment

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Regulus is the type of guy to say “I love you” to the group chat and get a welfare check in response

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fix - august 23 - jegulus - black brothers - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 263

Exhausted, Sirius opened the door to the flat he shared with James and entered the sitting room, the only thing on his mind getting a good night’s sleep. His dream was sorely interrupted, however, when he came upon a terrifying scene that made him stop short in the entryway to the room.

Regulus sat reclined on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on his lap, a glass of wine in his hand. He looked completely relaxed, throwing single bits of popcorn into his mouth as he smirked like a cat, gazing toward the Muggle TV they’d recently acquired from Lily Evans.

James, however, was on his hands on knees, his front half sticking behind the TV, his rear end sticking obscenely in the air, wiggling around as he seemed to fiddle with the various cords behind the device.

“Is it fixed?” James called, oblivious to Sirius’s presence.

Regulus glanced at Sirius, then back to the TV, which showed a perfectly-clear picture of some movie about dinosaurs. “No,” he answered, grinning. “Screen’s still black. Try another one?”

James wiggled some more as he obeyed, and Regulus’s gaze was clearly on the man’s arse and not the TV.

Mouth opening in a shocked expression, Sirius turned to his brother. “Slag!” he hissed to him, but his lips curled up at the edges. 

Regulus just shrugged, eyes twinkling. “Oh, actually James, I’m getting a very good view now,” he said loudly, licking his lips.

Sirius choked back a laugh and a gag, and decided to head to his room. He’d yell at Regulus about it later.

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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever