#Remulus

[crescentheo]

I just realized I never posted any art on here?? Hi, I'm Theo, I love to draw moonwater because they are my babies

[deathnguts]

Remus who’s been indoctrinated into Fenrir Greybacks pack (truly or he’s undercover you decide) and present when they travel to Russia and meet up with Antonin Dolohovs pack (cuz Fenrir and Antonin are chill like that) ((and I headcanon Antonin as a werewolf leader, russias just more lax with humanoid magical creatures))

Anyway, Dolohov let’s the new pack stay in his massive mansion because ‘all wolves are pack.’ Remus prowls the halls of the mansion at night due to desperate want for just a second alone and rampant insomnia. And one night, during one of these walks, Remus happens upon Dolohovs pretty little mate. Freshly bartered straight from Europe, Regulus Black. He looks like a luxury. Bathed in milk and frail like porcelain. Remus wonders how a brute like Dolohov hasn’t broken him yet.

Remus thinks himself more civilized, so scared to even touch that he knows he’ll never break him. So… with nothing really left to lose, and Greyback’s ‘reap everything you desire Remus Lupin, you can’t truly live if you don’t let your wolf run’ mantra running through his head, Remus puts it all on the line for just a taste. He doesn’t even think someone like regulus would really go for him, he’s nothing compared to Dolohov. He’s not rich or strong or a powerful leader or anything like that… but regulus surprises him. Absolutely shocks him. Flabber-fucking-gasts him.

Regulus lets Remus touch him. Regulus lets Remus do more than touch him. Regulus smiles that perfect grin and beckons him away in the night for gentle caresses and rough fucking and Remus is drunk on the fine wine he’s being spoon fed. He’s a poor man being gifted milk and honey splendor, how is he expected to keep acting sane? An angel is holding him close, so Remus doesn’t give a right shit if he’s dancing some forbidden tango.

And soon enough, Remus is the happiest sinner on earth because Antonin Dolohov’s bitch is pregnant with his pup. No one knows but them, but when their pup is out there’s no way Dolohov won’t catch another man’s scent on it.

So the newly mated pair decides that the path they found each other on (while they wouldn’t change being forced onto it for the world since they’d have never met any other way) isn’t worth it. This ‘life’ theyre condemned to was the end of the line for both of them. If they runaway together, they can build a new one. They can actually be happy, they can really live. They just have to make it out first.

[apheliaholmes]

Moonwater

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Rainy sunday afternoon 

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Regulus loved when it was raining. He loved it even more when he could stay in Remus’ dorm. From time to time, he’d hide under the Cloak of Invisibility so no one would notice him snuggling against Remus. They often stayed there, with the presence of the other, in silence. Remus running his hand through the soft hair of Regulus, while Regulus rubbed his fingers on Remus’ arm. They were both touch-deprived and never seemed to be fully satisfied by the touch of the other, always wanting to stay in their own bubble forever. And under the Cloak of Invisibility, it was their perfect little bubble.

And this Sunday was no exception. Regulus was lying next to Remus – well, their legs were entwined and his head was on Remus’ chest – while the soft voice of Lupin read a book to him in a gentle, caring whisper.

Regulus let out a soft sigh when Remus started to caress his hair, and without realising it, he moved his head even closer to Remus’ hand. And that made Remus smile.

The soft sound of the rain was gently tapping a window not far from Remus’ bed, and downstairs in the Gryffindor common room, someone was playing the piano, creating a relaxing sound in the dorm. Regulus was fighting not to fall asleep, but his ears were absorbed by the quiet beat of Remus’ heart, his breathing, and his soft, calming voice. Regulus didn’t even know what book he was reading, to be fair — what mattered was that it was Remus who was reading. He could have read a grocery list or the back of a cereal box; he wouldn’t have minded the slightest.

“My soft angel…” whispered Remus before placing a soft kiss on Regulus’ forehead.

And that was enough to make Regulus fall asleep.

Remus didn’t stop reading, nor did he stop rubbing Regulus’ hair with care. He softly massaged his neck, his eyes lost in the book as he spoke gently.

It was only a few moments later — maybe an hour — that he felt the texture of Regulus change, from perfectly silky hair to delicate black fur. This change happened often. Every time Regulus was relaxed and comfortable in his sleep, he changed into his Animagus form. And he was always relaxed and comfortable with Remus.

The black cat started to purr melodically, making Remus smile. He loved so much seeing Regulus trust him to the point of being so vulnerable beside him. The Animagus woke up, stretching a bit on Remus’ chest before establishing his new nap spot: Remus’ crooked neck.

The humid and warm nose of the cat softly rubbed Remus’ cheek before purring loudly next to his ear. And neither of them would change the way they spent their afternoon.

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it’s raining, i’ve had some tea and ate a moony toast (peanut butter, not lemon curd for me), it’s a quiet sunday afternoon, and i just wanted to write a little something, hope you like it and you're enjoying your sunday :)

[badhairred]

This is my official request to rebrand 'moonwater' as Remulus, bc it makes more sense in my head, and I don't want to acknowledge Reg ever died. Thank you.

[honora-antares]

[Severus and Regulus crossing the transfiguration courtyard at night]

Regulus: the moon is so pretty, I hope she knows I adore her.

[the marauders under the cloak following them because Sirius was worried that Snape would do something to his little brother]

Remus:

[from this gem]

[sylviaplathenthusiast]

rb with what affectionate nicknames you think remus would be given by people who love him

[hssrarepairs]

🎅 Gifts for @phantomgrimalkin ! 🎅

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🍪 ART: Why i love thee?

Ship: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin Rating: General Length/Medium: Digital Tags: Fluff, Marauders Era, Digital Art, Illustration Summary:

Regulus/Remus fluff illustration with a little callback to my first ever regulus/remus comic from two years ago. Titled is inspired by poems written by Sadakichi Hartmann.

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🍪 FIC: If You Want

Ship: Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr./Remus Lupin Rating: Explicit Length/Medium: 2.3k words Tags: Smut, BDSM, Bondage, Friends to Fuckbuddies, Open Relationship, Marauders Era Summary:

Just because Regulus settled on one man doesn't mean he lost any of his wild tendencies despite what Barty may think. They'll just have to prove to Barty they are as deviant as ever, just with each other... and maybe one other.

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[puuvillaa]

Post-full moon moonwater as a Remus prompt please? 👉👈

Regulus had sneaked into the Hospital Wing to see Remus before, but Remus had never been awake. Regulus hesitated, one hand parting the curtains surrounding Remus’s bed as Remus stared.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Remus said.

Regulus stepped forward, the curtains closing behind him. Remus pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.

“Remus. I know what you are.”

Remus gasped.

“I don’t care,” Regulus said. “I still want you.”

Remus looked at him with huge eyes, a flicker of hope in them.

“I’ve known for a while,” Regulus said. “It changes nothing.”

Remus closed his eyes and breathed out.

(send me a pairing and a prompt)

[tadaxii-i]

Au where Remus produces music and writes really personal song lyrics but he can't sing so he hires Regulus to sing his songs for him and ultimately brings the brothers back together

[mind0zone]

Remus was Sirius's. Everyone knew this, everyone went by it. Remus belong to Sirius so much that when you said one of their names you'd immediately expect the other right after that. Sirius was so close to Remus you could practically smell him on the tall boy.

Though what people tend to forget, is that the star Regulus was far closer to the moon than the star Sirius.

[crescentheo]

People are missing out on the moonwater-prongsfoot universe, it's so good

[deathnguts]

I remembered I have free will

[apheliaholmes]

Moonwater

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The Bookshop

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Regulus and Remus had the same way to deal after school exams: they bought a book. Remus called it “aftercare,” making Sirius laugh at that, while Regulus - often explaining to Barty for the thousandth time why he bought so many books - “it’s because I fucking need it or I’ll kill you, dumbass.” Well… both of them spent the few weeks before the exams helping their friends catch up on all the months of study they didn’t decide to do. That was driving Remus mad, that was driving Regulus mad, everyone was getting mad. It was just a normal day.

Peter was probably the only one enjoying the show. Neither Remus nor Regulus knew that they were doing the same thing, but Peter often let his eyes vagabond around the library and often saw Regulus screaming at his friends like Remus was doing. Well, not really screaming, because Regulus respected the silence in the library a lot - he used a silence charm around his table to feel free to insult his friends. Barty never listened, Peter looked at his own table, Sirius never listened, Evan always tried to flirt with Barty, Peter looked back at his friends, yeah… James was flirting with Sirius. The similarities made Peter smile, and he looked back at his book, studying.

The day of the exams, Remus and Regulus were tense - they were always tense, but when it was study-related, it was worse - and everyone seemed to get on their last nerves for some reason. Hogwarts always made every student take their exams on the same day, no matter if it was your first year or your last, you’d be around the whole damn school, on your single desk, doing your goddamn long paper. Remus hated this, too many people around him, and for Regulus, he wanted to slap everyone who was making too much noise with their ink and feather or by nervously tapping their foot on the ground.

When they finished - both in advance - they ended up exiting the exam room, looking at each other. Remus opened his mouth, in hopes of making small talk with the younger, but Regulus scoffed and left, rolling his eyes.

“You little shit.” Whispered Remus, watching Regulus leave the hallway.

They never really interacted with each other in the past, not a lot at least. Regulus didn’t like Remus, to be fair, Regulus didn’t like a lot of people. But for the friend of his brother, it was only because he felt like Sirius liked Remus more than him. And he had this feeling for all the friends of his brother, those fucking Marauders. And he refused to acknowledge he was wrong. He just wanted to feel like he was the only person that made Sirius happy to be alive, and not some idiot Gryffindors for whom he decided to leave home and act like he never knew any Black. Like he never was a Black. And that was driving Regulus insane.

Therapy was a long process for him. And he spent more money on books than therapy. He was calmer while reading a book, lost in the words of the writer, not in his own mind, and that, that was a blessing. Therapy was the opposite, he was obligated to acknowledge his mistakes and to confront his own mind. He hated being unable to really hate Sirius, and he knew that the only one he really hated was himself. And for some reason, reading made him feel… safe. In a world where nothing could really hurt him. So yeah… after all the anxiety, pressure, and insanity of the exams, he’d go to the bookstore.

Remus never really noticed Regulus though. He noticed him the first time he came to Hogwarts, of course, a shy boy, gaze avoiding and intimidated. His black hair didn’t fool anyone, everyone knew he was a Black. Sirius was excited to see his baby brother and hopeful he’d be sorted into Gryffindor. He had a plan in his mind that everything would be fine if only Regulus asked the Sorting Hat to be placed in his house. If only…

But the hat whispered, “You’ll be a courageous wizard in every house, Regulus, but Gryffindor suits you the best… You have the good in your heart, mhh I see… extremely courageous.”

But thank god, no one heard that, neither Dumbledore, nor McGonagall, nor Sirius. Only Regulus and the Sorting Hat.

“I want Slytherin,” whispered Regulus. The Sorting Hat sighed, disappointed, like it knew something everyone else ignored, and screamed to the Great Hall, “SLYTHERIN!”

And all hope of Sirius was gone. His smile disappeared the moment he heard the hat, and he spent his dinner trying to catch Regulus’ gaze, needing to see him. Remus didn’t really say anything, he didn’t know what to say, so he just took Sirius’ hand and comforted him. That was how Remus met Regulus for the first time, for far away.

After that, he learned about Regulus through Sirius. Sirius needed to speak about him, he needed to remember him, he had the feeling he lost his brother the day Regulus chose Slytherin. Sirius didn’t stop saying to Remus how cute Regulus was as a baby, or the calm and reserved kid he was. Remus knew a lot and paid attention to every detail. He didn’t know why, but he was interested in Regulus. Or maybe it was the way Sirius described him. You could hear the love, the pain, and sometimes the hate of Sirius toward Regulus. But you could never doubt how far in hell Sirius would go for Regulus. And he tried so, so much. But if someone doesn’t want to go out of hell, you can stay in it forever, right? So Sirius decided to wait outside of hell. In this situation, hell was inside of Grimmauld Place, and waiting outside was the Potters’.

Remus saw how much Regulus had hate in him when he and Sirius saw each other after he left for the Potters’. Gosh, this argument was terrible. And that’s the first time Remus really spoke to Regulus. Or perhaps tried.

“Could you at least hear what Sirius is trying to say?” Screamed Remus.

And Regulus, with all his hate, answered, “Go fuck yourself, Lupin. If I need advice from a moron, I’ll ask Sirius.”

The conversation didn’t go well after that. And Remus realised that, even if he knew a lot about Regulus, Regulus didn’t know a thing about him. Remus was attached to the Regulus that Sirius described to him, but he didn’t really know him. After all, he only knew him through the lens of Sirius.

So yes, Remus and Regulus never really interacted with each other, at least not in a polite and amicable way.

Remus waited outside of the exam room for his friend, still looking in the direction where Regulus had left. Was he hoping to see him again? Yes, without a doubt. But what could he say to him? Regulus refused any kind of interaction, and for some reason, these last few months, it pissed Remus off to another level. He hated to his bones seeing Regulus avoiding him, avoiding Sirius. He hated not seeing Regulus for breakfast in the Great Hall. He needed to at least see him three or four times a day and to establish eye contact. But since after Christmas, Regulus stopped looking at him, and that, that was unacceptable. Remus knew it was just a matter of time before he lost his shit and decided to confront Regulus. Which, when he thought of it - and he thought of it a lot - was ridiculous. They never knew each other. But… the dinner eye contact was their thing… Every damn evening in the Great Hall, no exceptions tolerated.

Remus sighed, looking back in the direction where Regulus had left. He just wanted to see his eyes, a small smile on his face. It was a need. Not in a drug way, more as a reassurance way. It was his way to know Regulus was okay. Sometimes, Remus was afraid he made up this little ritual in his mind, those exchanged eye contacts, those soft looks at each other.

Remus feared he’d disappear if Regulus didn’t look at him.

He spent the rest of the day - and half of his night - thinking of him, unknowing that Regulus did the same. It could’ve been funny, to see how one avoided the other but both of them wanted the same thing, but it wasn’t funny, because one of them punished himself, thinking he didn’t deserve to be understood and seen by someone, anyone.

He spent the rest of the day - and half of his night - thinking of him, unknowing that Regulus did the same. It could’ve been funny, to see how one avoided the other but both of them wanted the same thing.

But it wasn’t funny, because one of them punished himself, thinking he didn’t deserve to be understood and seen by someone, anyone.

That Saturday morning, Regulus didn’t look at Remus. He did his best to stay focused on his porridge, avoiding the only one he truly wanted the attention of. And that drove Remus insane. The way he bit into his apple was angry, his eyes fixed on Regulus.

“You fucking little shit,” thought Remus.

Peter noticed. He noticed everything. The little rat was small, noiseless, and very observant. He saw. He saw a lot. But he didn’t comment on anything. Instead, he poured some tea into Remus’ cup, softly rubbing his arm like Peter always did.

“You know what kind of book you want to buy?” asked the boy softly, knowing Remus needed to focus on something else or he’d call out Regulus in the middle of the Great Hall.

Remus answered vaguely, and Peter pushed the subject, wanting his attention. Remus smiled softly, did he know what Peter was doing?

Probably not the full picture, but he knew Peter was able to understand him without needing to speak. And that was what Remus loved the most about him.

After breakfast, Remus left for the bookstore without looking at Regulus, his fists tightened in tension. He wanted so badly to just… see him, and see that Regulus saw him too.

And Regulus did, but Remus didn’t see.

Later in the morning, Remus was finally in town - the Muggle one - walking in the direction of his favourite bookstore. It was an old shop, probably as old as the town itself. A plate on its front said: “We sell books since 1878.” The smell inside the bookshop was so comforting for Remus that he often sat on one of the old couches near the fireplace to read or just watch through a window what was going on outside. He liked being alone. Of course, he always loved being with his friends, but from time to time, he enjoyed seeing the time fly just by himself.

He opened the door, smiled politely at the shop owner, and started to walk between the shelves. He let his fingers vagabond over the book covers, inhaling the comforting smell of the old pages. It was the end of March, but it was still cold outside - it’s always cold in Scotland - so the fireplace made some crisp noise in the background, warming the shop, enchanting it with the warm and burning wood.

Remus loved it. He loved it so much he could forget all the pain he felt sometimes.

He drank his warm coffee he brought earlier. He knew he shouldn’t drink caffeine but… we live only once, after all. He didn’t stop walking in the bookstore, slowly, tilting his head to the side to read some book titles. “How funny some Muggle writers are,” he thought, reading some synopses.

Remus didn’t hear the ring of the door when someone entered the bookstore, well… he did, actually, but didn’t care the slightest. Maybe if he knew who it was, he would’ve been more captivated.

But he didn’t. He was focused on the book he held in his hands.

Regulus watched him from the entrance and turned around, ready to leave. But when he noticed that Remus had seen him and hadn’t paid attention to him, he turned around again. This time, he could watch Remus without his knowledge. And that… that didn’t happen a lot.

Regulus walked rapidly behind some shelves, purposefully hiding himself from Remus. For once, he could see Remus in his own little world. Lost between words and soft pages, hardcovers and thoughts. He wondered if Remus liked reading for the same reasons he did. But it wasn’t the case, and he would’ve liked to know more about it.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Remus frown while reading the first pages of a book. One of the scars near his lips stretched a bit, and Regulus wondered how it would feel to kiss them. For some reason, he would’ve liked to make Remus feel his lips on his scars.

Remus walked to the leather couch. He removed his coat, put his coffee on the marble table, crossed his legs, and started to read.

Regulus couldn’t help but frown when he saw the sweater he wore - it was Sirius’ one. Suddenly, he was upset. Not because his brother and Remus shared clothes, but because… no… it was because Remus and his brother shared clothes.

If only Regulus had asked, he’d have known everyone in their dorm shared Sirius’ clothes, perhaps, everyone shared their clothes.

James stole from Remus, Sirius from everyone, Peter from Remus too. There was no such thing as “personal items” in the Marauders’ dorm. But Regulus didn’t ask. He just stared.

Remus turned a page of the book, unaware of the presence of Regulus.

The soft fingers touching so delicately the paper made Regulus shiver. His eyes were fixed on Remus’ hands, on the scars they bore, and the soft bracelet he had on his right wrist, on how the sleeves fell to the middle of his forearm. He saw how soft Remus’ skin was - but sweet heaven, he would’ve liked to touch it. To feel it.

“Sorry, darling,” said the owner of the bookstore, asking Regulus to move from her path. The old lady smiled at him politely when he moved, and he smiled back.

When he looked back at Remus, their gaze finally met. Regulus was taken aback by it, thinking Remus wouldn’t notice him at all before he left the bookstore. He tried to regain his composure - he desperately tried.

“What- are you reading?” asked Regulus, unsure.

Remus couldn’t help but smile softly.

“The Crime of the Orient Express, apparently this Agatha Christie is a famous Muggle writer.” He looked at Regulus. The boy wore black pants, a grey wool sweater with a long black coat, and some black Dr. Martens - which surprised Remus. “You look good.”

Regulus clenched his jaw. Not because he was upset, but because he didn’t want to blush.

“So, crime book?” he asked, trying to react to the compliment.

“Yeah.” Remus shamelessly observed Regulus from top to bottom. It wasn’t often he saw him without the school uniform.

In a way, Regulus loved his attention. The way Remus smiled, or softly rubbed his phalanx on his lips - it was a reflex he had when he was relaxed. Regulus knew it. He had observed it so much.

“Take a book. Sit with me,” Remus asked - perhaps, commanded.

“Why should I?” he scoffed, with that little arrogant face Regulus had the secret of.

“Because we both want to spend time together. Stop with this attitude and get your ass here,” Remus said, admitting - and reassuring - Regulus that he wanted him near.

“I’ll find one then.”

And that’s what Regulus did. He walked around the bookstore, looking for a book, glancing at Remus - who did the same - before finally sitting next to him. At first, he tried to keep a reasonable distance between them, but Remus sent him a glance, undertoning: “Are you fucking serious?” Regulus rolled his eyes and got closer to Remus.

“Stop avoiding my eyes in the Great Hall.” The voice of Remus was low, his eyes fixed on the book.

Regulus tried not to smile, finding it amusing.

“I expect an answer.”

This time, Remus looked away from his book, his gaze finding Regulus.

“I won’t.”

The shoulders of Remus relaxed, and he nodded. He couldn’t help but smile softly.

“What book are you reading, Reg?”

“The Crime of the Orient Express. Apparently, this Agatha Christie is a famous Muggle writer,” he said, looking at Remus.

They smiled softly at one another.

Regulus had always wanted to read the same book as Remus did.

And finally, they did. It wasn’t the kind of book he expected, but he didn’t care - they shared it together. That was what mattered.

They spent the rest of the morning here. Reading in silence, with the company of each other. And neither of them could have hoped for a better way to be together.

Regulus grabbed Remus’ coffee and drank a sip. Perfectly aware of the way Remus looked at him, at the way his lips softly touched the goblet - the same spot where Remus had drunk earlier. Remus smiled. And so did Regulus.

Remus softly grabbed Regulus’ hand, intertwining their fingers.

None of them commented on the action, but Regulus squeezed Remus’ hand. And Remus did it back.

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hi, after all the support i had from my first microfic about moonwater, i decided to write another one — hope you like it? please keep in mind that english is not my first language and i’m dyslexic. i use grammarly for corrections and i hope it’s fluid enough for you to read. i really tried my best. so, that said: i’m in love with remus and regulus. i identify too much with both of them, and i see their relationship as a mutual understanding of one another, without the need to talk. they share a lot of interests — books mostly, studying, and probably other stuff i’ll write about lol. i like to think their relationship is platonic but… maybe i’ll write something less platonic one day. i hope you liked how i described them. i try to stick to “reality” but also include some stuff the whole fandom agrees on (that regulus is a little bitch). i didn’t want to write a perfect and sweet remus, because i think his character is more complicated than that — but keep in mind that’s just me and the way i write. there’s nothing wrong if you write a perfect and sweet remus. write what you want :) anyway, i would like to thank everyone for the support i received, because i didn’t expect this at all lol. i was so damn nervous to post my first work here. take care, give me advice if you want to, just stay kind <3 aphelia

[mycupofrum]

Tuesday snippet

Thanks for the tag @heartofspells! I don’t have anything new from my main WIPs to share, but here's a snippet from my Remus/Regulus fic (that’s going to have some Prongsfoot as a side pairing). Regulus ends up in detention, and while Slughorn needs to go deal with an urgent situation, the unfortunate Remus as a Prefect has to stay behind in the classroom. Basically, Regulus is just a little shit to Remus.

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"What the hell did you do to end up in detention?" Remus attempted to steer the conversation in another direction.   

"Whatever one usually does to end up in detention," Regulus replied vaguely. He glanced blankly at Remus before tilting his head. "Remus Lupin. Half-blood. Your father is a wizard, and your mother is a muggle, right?"   

Remus didn't bother answering the question. Regulus simply wanted to annoy him because it made his detention more interesting.  

"Too bad," Regulus remarked. "You're an excellent example of a perfectly dull and unexceptional person who is not special in any way. Your blood isn't pure, but you're not exactly a muggle either. You might as well be a smudge on the wall that no one cares to clean because it isn't noticeable enough."

"And you're a great example of a student who is just trying to avoid his responsibilities."  

"How the hell did my brother accept you as his friend? You're a nobody."  

Remus rolled his eyes. "Your insults are a bit lazy. To be honest, I would have expected more given what your brother is capable of."  

"You're just kissing his arse like the rest of your stupid little gang."  

Remus was about to snort when Regulus's next words struck him like a punch in the gut. 

"He'll never be yours." 

Something in the weight of his words made Remus shiver, as if the younger Black could see right through him. The wolf wasn't the only secret he carried, even though Regulus wasn't quite right about his love interest. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Remus answered coolly, making sure his expression didn't reveal anything. At least he hoped so.   

Regulus grabbed his quill and set it on top of the parchment. "Why, I mean, of course, that you're pining after him like some pathetic, lovesick lap dog."   

He picked up his wand from the table and swirled it once in the air, spelling the quill so it started to write sentences on the parchment by itself. Regulus returned his gaze to Remus, who was anxiously waiting for the final blow.   

"He only cares about Potter." Regulus spat out the last name with such contempt that Remus suspected he had personal reasons to despise James.   

"Funny, you sound jealous of your brother. I was under the impression that you no longer cared about what he does or who he hangs out with," Remus replied dryly, despite the fact that his heart rate had risen significantly and his temper was frayed.   

It took all of his energy to ensure that no one suspected what kind of beast lay beneath the surface. Aside from that, his romantic feelings were none of Black's concern. 

For a moment, anger flashed on Regulus's face until he calmed down and became indifferent. He stood up from his desk and wandered over to Slughorn's desk, pretending to be interested in the glass bottles filled with various coloured liquids on the shelf next to it.   

"Oh, I see," Regulus remarked, carefully picking up a small vial of sunshine-yellow potion in his hand. He tipped the bottle against the light like a potions master. "Your reaction suggests I may have been mistaken, after all. You're not interested in Sirius." He turned to face Remus with a lazy smile on his face. "I think you're into Potter." 

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Open tag!

[honora-antares]

the correct answer was...

ALL OF THE ABOVE.

lmao, oh, im having so much fun writing this 🤣

I just hope all of yall 31.3% saw the moonwater tag. lolz, there will be no wolfstar here (‘ε ’)

Modern Pre!Snirius, where it's movie marathon night at Lily, Charity, and Severus's apartment, and the only space left is either next to Severus on the chaise lounge or the floor. The movies in question are The Lord of the Rings: Extended Edition.

[atlasdoe]

someone tell me to publish the first chapter of Bury Me With The NDAs and i'll do it