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At this point I don't even know what's fannon and what's cannon anymore

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Headcannon that Regulus is a fucking genius with the violin. At first, he liked the logic in the notes and the way he could drift away from Grimmauld Place when he closed his eyes and let the melody guide him somewhere peaceful.

Then he slowly grew to resent it, as Walburga had him playing at every family gathering, under scrutinising, pure-blood eyes, showing him off like a prize on her shelf.

James never heard him play, though he could never grasp why Regulus kept his childhood violin under such thorough care in their bedroom, exposed for only their eyes to see.

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“Do you think this is magic?” Sirius whispered one night, their bodies sprawled on the cold stones of the Astronomy Tower, fingers barely grazing. That smallest touch made something bloom wild and unbearable in his chest. Surely nothing human could feel like this. It had to be magic. What else could it be?

Remus turned to him, smile soft in the moonlight, and let their pinkies brush, then twine together. “No,” he said, eyes steady on Sirius’s. “Magic fades. This doesn’t.”

@wolfstarmicrofic | Magic | Word Count: 82

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🛏️ Unhinged Things Sirius Does When Remus Is Sick

Acts like Remus has the plague for exactly two minutes. Wears a scarf around his nose like a Victorian doctor, calls it “protection against your werewolf germs,” then immediately forgets and kisses Remus on the mouth.

Demands to know which specific germ infected him. Names it Gregory the Foul and writes a diss track about it on parchment. Remus reads it while half-delirious with fever and gives it a 4/10.

Brings soup. Taste-tests it every five seconds. Burns tongue. Demands sympathy. “I got hurt making you better,Remus. This is a shared trauma now.”

Tries to fluff Remus’s pillow but ends up accidentally punching him in the head. Apologizes by reading him weirdly sensual poetry until Remus begs for mercy.

Knits him a “comfort scarf.” It is six feet long, misshapen, contains a cigarette burn, and one end has a loop "so it can hold hands with itself when you’re not around." Sirius is very proud.

Keeps trying to “absorb the sickness into his own body through the power of love.” This involves lying on top of Remus and chanting, “I am your chosen vessel.”

Remus says he’s cold. Sirius immediately attempts to set the curtains on fire “for warmth.” No one is surprised.

Spends an hour making a dramatic handwritten schedule titled “Recovery Ritual: Sir Lupin’s Glorious Rise From the Ashes.” Includes slots like “Cuddle Nap (mandatory),” “Affirmation Hour,” and “Popsicle Meditation.”

Tries to enforce complete silence for “healing ambiance,” then proceeds to loudly stub his toe, yell at a chair, hum a Bowie song, drop six spoons, and trip over the cat.

Refuses to let Remus lift a finger. “Your only job is to breathe and look beautiful.” Spoons Remus while shouting “I AM YOUR HEATED BLANKET.”

Tucks him in like twelve times. Each tuck has its own speech.

“This one’s for warmth. This one’s for loyalty. This one’s for how hot you look even with a fever—”

Sneaks a thermometer under Remus’s tongue while he’s sleeping. Stares at it like it’s a horcrux. Tells it to “be kind.”

Hears one cough and immediately goes, “Do we need to go to St. Mungo’s? Do we need to summon Dumbledore? Do we need to call James?” Remus: “I need you to sit down.”

Draws little faces on the medicine bottles so Remus won’t be scared of them. One of them is named “Captain Antibiotic.” Another is “Lord Syrupicus.” They have a whole backstory.

Accidentally drinks Remus’s cough potion thinking it’s pumpkin juice. Starts floating six inches above the floor. Blames Remus for “having mysterious, sexy liquids around.”

Keeps a journal called “The Illness Logs” where he records every cough, sneeze, and emotional micro-expression. Writes dramatic entries like:

Day 3. He looked at me. His eyes said ‘kill me’ but his soul whispered ‘kiss me instead.’

Falls asleep ON Remus. Snores directly into his ear. Smells like eucalyptus and desperation. Remus gives up and lets it happen.

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jily as my first pride month post … # Shame

feel their Bi4Bi realness while i try to get thru my wolfstar wips

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My headcanons about marauders characters' hands

James Potter, Pandora Rosier, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch jr, Lily Evans, Evan Rosier

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Wondering why zero muggles were part of the war effort against Voldemort

Like, they were literally the ones being persecuted

Most of them didn't know about the wizarding world, but many of them did know very well, they could've been bloody useful ??

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A nightmare for writers

A very random fact, but Reulus', Sirius', James' and Remus', all of their names ending with an 's' is low key funny. Peter, is that why you felt left out and betrayed?

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Yes

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Wolfstar but reincarnation. Over and over again.

And every time, Sirius is the first to remember.

He’ll be walking down a crowded street, or reading a passage in a book he doesn’t understand why he knows, or he’ll hear someone laugh... that laugh, and suddenly he remembers it all. The magic, the war, the way Remus looked the first time he said I love you like it was the most terrifying, most sacred thing.

Meanwhile Remus never remembers. Not at first. He’s always the quiet one, the one who doesn’t believe in fate, who pushes Sirius away because he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand why this reckless, weird stranger looks at him like he’s sunlight after a thousand years in the dark.

And Sirius? He doesn’t blame him. Because he knows. He knows he hurt him in lives he barely survived. He knows he left him, or got killed, or got bitter, or went too quiet too fast. He knows Remus is always the one left behind.

So he waits. Every time.

He waits through the awkward introductions, through the years of being "just friends," through Remus rolling his eyes and saying, "You’re being dramatic," while Sirius is trying not to say “I’ve loved you for seven lifetimes.”

And one day (always later than Sirius hopes but earlier than he thinks he deserves) Remus touches his hand and flinches. Like something ancient just woke up in his bones.

And he looks at Sirius and says: “You found me again.”

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"spam like = blocked" if you spam like me i am going to cast 1000 protection spells on you so nothing bad happens to you ever

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Band on a run!

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Yes this is cannon

one time people started theorizing that remus was a werewolf and were waiting for the next full moon to see if he disappears. lily stole polyjuice from slughorn’s office, pretended to be remus, and caused a whole scene the night of the full moon to make sure everyone saw “him”

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🥲

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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Me, 11pm, stumbling upon a 20k beauty on Ao3 :

It's just a oneshot. I got this. It'll be okay.

Me, 3am, eyes fried, brain melted, 3 hours of sleep left:

Well, fuck

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Sweat trickling down my temples when someone asks me why my favourite HP movie is PoA

Ah, y'know... Time travel... And, uhm, dementors?

Nothing weird about two old men totally not in love with each other. Nope. Watching it just for that one scene? Hahahaha that would be insane