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remus harbors thousands of contradictions within himself: he is shy yet impulsive, moody yet thoughtful; smart yet so oblivious to certain things; cruel yet so, so loving. and sirius just adores all the layers of his personality, even the ones that hurt

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guys. i really like you. it's nice to be on this dashboard together

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Legend

Word Count: 489 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Legend - the wording on a map or diagram explaining the symbols used.

"You're missing a legend," drawled the voice that had come to make Sirius' hair raise and head pound.

His scanned the small crowd before him - some of them tutors, others members of his own studio - and there he was. With his mussy, brown curls, oversized cardigans, and penchant for correcting Sirius, Remus Lupin was really fucking annoying.

Sirius stared down at his (self-proclaimed) nemesis, fighting to keep his expression neutral. It wasn't that he couldn't take corrections. Criticism was fundamental to this degree, he knew that. The issue was that week after week, without fail, Remus had something to say about his work.

"You could do with considering the site more," he'd called out that first week. Sirius was slightly taken aback, but took the suggestion on board. (It had vastly improved his concept.)

That was only the beginning. A suggestion to expand his research had come the week after. (His tutor seconded this.) Then, Remus had poked holes in his proposed layout. (Ok, maybe his first idea was a bit daft, but still.)

At one point, the taller boy even waited after their session, purely to catch him alone. Sirius recalled Remus' awkward shuffle of feet and slight flush as a piece of paper was thrust into his hand. Later, after deciphering the messy cursive, he was greeted with a list of architects and buildings - "seemed relevant to your project", Remus had written. The audacity.

Sirius had taken the unwelcome criticism and mostly brushed it off, (except when it proved highly useful). However, picking on his work in front of guests? Especially over something as pedantic as a legend? Yeah, he wasn't letting this go.

Jutting out his chin, Sirius met Remus' eyes and questioned, "where, exactly?" He was positive that every page had a legend. They might've been tacked on in the early hours of that morning, in a delirious, caffeine-fuelled state, but they were there.

Remus stood, weaving his way through the chairs. When he finally reached the board, he glanced over the pinned-up pages before pointing to an empty space on one of them. "Here," he said, turning to Sirius with a small smile. The smug bastard.

As he was taking down his work, much later in the day, he felt Remus sidle up to him again. Sirius dropped what he was doing, ready for a fight, desperate for one actually, when - "I just thought your work was rather lovely," Remus burst out.

The boy looked so relieved, Sirius could practically see the tension melt off him. His whole face was red, right to the tips of his ears. Before he could even think to reply, Remus had darted off with a small nod and wave.

Oh. Oh. Suddenly, the constant comments and the notes on his project seemed a lot less malicious. Remus Lupin was bloody adorable. Sirius was a fucking idiot.

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Sword

Word Count: 442 - @wolfstarmicrofic

"Ten of Swords!", Sirius proclaimed, placing the card down with a dramatic flourish. All four marauders huddled closer together, heads bent over the table intently.

In Remus' opinion, the card looked - and this is putting it mildly - rather bleak. It showed a man lying face down on a sandy beach. Behind him was the ocean and the dwindling rays of a setting sun. The clouds above were pitch-black. The man's robes were blood-stained. Oh, and he had ten swords sticking out of his back.

James was the first to pipe up with his interpretation. "It's probably about endings, right?" The others turned to him, waiting for an elaboration. "Well, he looks fairly dead and death is an ending of sorts...plus the number ten denotes the end of a cycle."

Peter chimed in next. "If we're being literal here, I think it's about betrayal." He held up the card, gesturing towards it to make his point. "I mean, he's been stabbed in the back. Ten times over."

Remus could feel his knee twitching. He could feel the tension in his jaw. He rather felt like a migraine was coming on too, actually. Still, he turned to Sirius. "Well?"

The boy across from him fiddled with the textbook uncomfortably. Unimpressed with Sirius' silence, Remus snatched the book out of his grasp. If he was going to be told his future was miserable and painful, he'd like to have it be done quickly.

It didn't lessen the sting when his eyes flicked over the words on the page. Tragic endings...deep wounds...pain...betrayal...loss. Remus Lupin didn't much believe in Divination. None of them did. Still, you didn't need tarot cards to tell a werewolf he was destined for ten swords in his back.

Later, under the blanket of night, Remus lay wide awake. His thoughts were interrupted by his curtains being pulled open and his mattress shifting under added weight.

"I don't want to hear it," he croaked out. He didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"It's not a sunset." Sirius' voice was unbearably soft.

"What?" Remus had expected to hear many things, but that was not one of them.

"On the card. It's a sunrise. Dawn. It's not all disaster, you know. If you read on a bit, the textbook does say that." Casting a quiet lumos, Sirius pulled Remus up to look at the book again - properly this time.

New start...transformation...necessary endings...hope after a storm.

Remus was not entirely convinced. He didn't think he ever would be. But as the first flickers of dawn drenched the dorm with light, he was still tangled up with Sirius, fast asleep, and that was something.

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everyone always talks about lily playing with james’ hair but what about the other way around? james constantly twirling it around his fingers when they talk. james brushing it out of her face for her when she’s too focused on a potion to notice it’s about to fall in. lily sitting between his legs while he braids her hair during order meetings because it grounds him as much as it soothes her.

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Rafa Gómez and Miguel Calher photographed by hugotgil

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X. Myth

The cave didn't look mythical. It looked damp.

"Are we sure this is the place?" Sirius asked, poking the stone arch with the tip of his Very Heroic Sword.

Remus consulted the floating map, which now glitched every third syllable. "'Beware the cave where truth does dwell, where myth and fate and fungus smell…' Yep. This is it."

The cave breathed.

Not a wind. Not an echo. A slow, rumbling exhale.

"Hello?" Sirius called. "Ancient prophecy? Mild doom? Possibly a talking goose?"

Instead, a spectral figure emerged from the darkness — cloaked in mist, glowing faintly, and holding what looked like a mug of tea.

"I am the Keeper of Forgotten Truths," it intoned.

Sirius waved. "Cool. Do you validate parking?"

The ghost sighed. "Every age sends a fool and a guide."

Remus raised a hand. "Guide, here. Definitely not the fool."

Sirius elbowed him. "Rude."

"You are the Prince of the Wayward Path," the spirit continued, floating dramatically. "The Heir of the Errant Line. The One Who Will Either Save the Kingdom or Accidentally Marry a Tree."

"Wait, what?"

The spirit shrugged. "Prophecies are flexible."

Sirius tilted his head. "You said prince. Like, capital-P fate kind of prince?"

The ghost nodded. "There is an ancient myth. A cursed royal. A sacred bond. A wolf-hearted protector."

Remus blinked. "Sorry. Wolf-hearted?"

"Yes," the spirit said serenely. "The loyal one. The quiet fire. The one who does not leave."

Sirius looked at Remus. Slowly. Like he was seeing him in high-definition for the first time.

"Oh," Sirius said, quietly.

Remus scowled. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like I’m a meaningful tapestry.”

The spirit cleared its throat. “Together, you must rewrite the end of the story. Or doom it to repeat.”

“Doom is so dramatic,” Sirius said, still staring at Remus.

The spirit gestured at the wall. A mural shimmered into view — a prince, a wolf, and a sword made of moonlight. They stood together at the edge of a storm.

Remus swallowed. "I liked it better when we were just stealing cheese."

The ghost bowed. "Myth is never just a story."

"Neither," Sirius said softly, "is this."

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remus lupin loves moonbeam ice cream

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top remus this, alpha sirius that... the crowd wants switch wolfstar, people.

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The thing with amateur local theater is it is almost always bad BUT keeping it alive is the most important thing

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university au :/🧋🐾📚

remus lupin, the loony of hogwarts

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university au :/🧋🐾📚

remus lupin, the loony of hogwarts

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happy new year! reminder that as of January 1st, 2025, the 1929 animated Disney short "The Skeleton Dance" is now public domain!

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such a mystical little spot 🌿

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Remus' mother: You're making, what? Pasties? Only Cornish people would think of putting swede in a pie crust with skirt steak and potatoes... Remus: Sirius requested it! [Remus suggested it.]

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I am begging marauders fans to stop commenting on random people’s non HP/marauders posts and videos on any platform and saying things like “this is so regulus black” or honestly, anything about HP/marauders at all.

Not only does it just come off as annoying, but a lot of people try to avoid HP or anything to do with JKR. Understandably so! They can block tags, block accounts and do their best to filter it out, but when people bring it into comments on things completely unrelated, that makes avoiding it impossible.

Imagine you’re just making a random tiktok and you’re flooded with comments telling you that you look just like regulus black? So you look up who that is just to find it’s a character with no lines in a series written by someone whose full time job lately is hating trans people? (btw this is prompted by a video I watched where this exact thing happened. This poor guys response was “who the hell is regulus black and how am I just like him?”)

Stop it. Please.