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Romantic moonwater save me, save me romantic moonwater

boo stop being afraid to make regulus and remus kiss

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Chess with moonwater is incredibly sexually charged I wouldn’t be surprised if they flipped the board and started fucking there and then

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It’s close to the full moon.

Remus feels it in the marrow of him, gnawing. The wolf paces just beneath the skin, irritated by human things like shirts and teacups and civility. Everything stinks: of war, of memories, of Sirius.

Sirius, who saunters down the stairs of Grimmauld Place that morning barefoot, with sleep-mussed hair and fresh red polish on his fingers—the sluttiest shade Remus has ever seen. Not cherry, not crimson. Something that promises stains on sheets. It looks like sin. It smells like it, too, somehow.

Remus doesn’t look.

He looks once—a quick glance that catches Sirius tipping a chipped mug to his lips, fingers curling loosely around the ceramic. Red nails, bitten cuticles, wrist bones delicate as anything, like Sirius could be snapped in two, or bent over a table, or—

Remus grips his thighs under the table.

Hard.

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Later, when Sirius has gone, Remus shuts the door to his room and sinks into the mattress. He breathes deep, a useless practice against the feral tremble in his hands.

He rolls up his trousers and sees it: four angry red welts, half-moon crescents in the meat of his legs. Bruised. Bleeding, slightly. He must’ve dug in deeper than he thought.

He stares at them, not even surprised.

The wolf inside him howls with laughter.

You’re going to die like this, it says, cruel and pleased. You’re going to die wanting him. You’ll deserve it for not taking him.

Remus wipes his palms dry on his shirt and doesn’t answer.

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Inspired by the post by @goingghostagain

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Remus when it's nearing the full moon and Sirius has his nails painted that shade of red.

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Me (filling out an application at work):

My colleague (looking over my shoulder): oh, you went to an all-girls school?? It's a wonder you're not a lesbian. I mean we all know what happens at those schools.

My queer ass: haha crazy, isn't it 😀

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I might be winning rn, chat 😀

(I just tried to tell my family that I'm not doing well emotionally and mentally, and it is Not Happening™!)

Went to the emotionally constipated competition but my opponent was Regulus Black (I never stood a chance).

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Just imagined Lily Evans walking down the isle to Young and Beautiful (orchestral version) and fell to my knees.

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Established, age-gap wolfstar fic idea set to (inspired by??) So hot you're hurting my feelings, by Caroline Polachek.

Sirius, who is in his early/mid 20s, who retired early from stardom (he was forced into fame at a really young age by his parents, so the second he had a smidge of autonomy he left home and quit music), and lives a relatively quiet life with his older husband, Remus.

Remus, late 30s (maybe 40??), who works as a Senior Archaeology Specialist. Remus, whose job has never required him to be away from home for any more than a few days, or sometimes weeks, at a time, who now has a pretty big project that needs him to be away for fieldwork for 7 (possibly 10) months.

They make the long distance thing work; they talk on the phone every day, and Remus sends Sirius Dad Selfies™ from the site every now and again, and those photos, those damn photos, are what inspire Sirius to write again (enter 'so hot you're hurting my feelings').

He's about 4 months into the trip when Sirius surprises him by coming for a week-long visit to the faraway [unnamed as of yet; I could not be bothered to decide right now] country, and Remus could not be more proud of his husband for finding joy in the work he used to love, once again.

He encourages him to release the song after Sirius plays it for him, laughing a bit because he knows their son (yes, Teddy is in this too!! in his late teens, 20 perhaps??) will be less than thrilled to hear his step-dad's thoughts about his dad declared so publicly.

He's just playing at being bothered really; not so deep down Teddy is very proud of Sirius too, and actually gets along quite well with the singer despite his initial weariness at their proximity in age.

The song does well, of course, and Teddy quickly becomes very adept at death staring at anyone (at uni and at home) who would dare attempt to poke fun at him about it.

Sirius doesn't officially go back into music (full-time). He's enjoying his hard-earned peace too much to jeopardise it by allowing the public back into his life like that. But he will release the odd song when creativity strikes (he's had 3 songs out since the first!! he thinks that'll be it for now).

And then they live happily ever after. The End.

(Please, no one comment on the comma splice and run-on sentences; I will cry.)

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Me when Remus Lupin

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Saw this fanart of the black brothers once, and I have not had a normal thought since.

two-headed mother pulled you from the black and she can send you back

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Sick sick business

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One day I'll be bored enough to talk about the death of creativity in the Harry Potter fandom; as seen in the "recycling" and repetition of tropes, characters, archetypes, and dynamics across microfandoms/generations (founders era vs 'knights of walpurgis' era vs marauders era vs golden trio era vs next gen era) on here.

But that day is not yet today.

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This is me asking for fic recs

(I'm on my knees begging)

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Just came across the notepad I used to assign each of the marauders era characters a song from K-12 and now my brain won't stop working overtime until I finish the story.

(Once again uncertain as to whether it'll ever see the light of day.)

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When listening to Silver Springs inspires a 45 minute yap session about a Remus x Tonks fic idea that will never see the light of day.

(I have so many fic ideas that live in my mind and never make it to paper)

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Went to the emotionally constipated competition but my opponent was Regulus Black (I never stood a chance).

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I'm throwing up again