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HELP!

Hey all!

I have a question for y’all! Who do you think would be a better Remus? The fine Brenton Thwaites (image one), or the equally fine Andrew Garfield (image two)?

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"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

Remus shrugged, not looking up from his book. “I read, or wander around until I’m tired.”

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Remus: Evidently, Lily found out that I’m a werewolf.

James: How do you know that?

Remus: Because I was there when I told her.

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"I can't sleep" Starters

[ contents below are super cute and might get a lil angsty! ]

"C-can you stay for a while?"

"Rub my back please?"

"Don't leave me."

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"Why are you still up?!"

"You need to sleep!"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"You should be sleeping..."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll get you a glass of water."

"Sleep with me?"

"Please stay."

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"I'm scared of the dark..."

"I had a nightmare."

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jealousy starters.

❛i don’t get what you even see in ____.❜

❛they’re not right for you, you know.❜

❛why do you keep staring at them?❜

❛you’re late. why are you coming home at 3 am? it’s someone else, isn’t it?❜

❛why do you always win?❜

❛hey – can you get off their dick for five seconds?❜

❛it’s almost like you’re dating them.❜

❛it’s almost like you married them.❜

❛you like them a lot, don’t you?❜

❛after all these years, i never thought i’d lose to someone like them.❜

❛chose between them or me.❜

❛me? JEALOUS?!….. HAHAHAHAHahaHAHAhAhahHA… yes.❜

❛me? JEALOUS? you’re out of your mind.❜

❛are you dating them or something?❜

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      ‘ —— of course, lupin. when do inot know what i’mdoing ? ’  marlene simply shook her head with the usual mckinnon smirk present on her lips. ‘ we just gotta add this thingy over here into that thingy… add a little of the gross smelling thing, and – yeah, okay, don’t panic here i just – this oneright ? ’ 

“When do you know what you’re doing? You really don’t want to hear my answer.” Remus leaned away from the table, snatching the ingredients his partner had pointed to and holding them above his head. “Also, the last thing the Draught of Living Death needs is a helping of ‘this thingy’ over here. We are not looking for an explosion.” He looked down concernedly at his shorter house member, “Right?”

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“You don’t,” Remus said matter-of-factly, “you run for dear life, and pray they aren’t smart, fast, or wielding an axe.”

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Remus quirked an eyebrow at the panic in Regulus’ voice, but said quickly, “Sure, where did you last see it? What does it look like?” He quickly closed his Advanced Potions textbook, and stood, startled by the amount of stress in the Slytherin’s posture.

      “can you just - will you help me look for my cat?” regulus blurted out to whoever it was in his vicinity, trying to mask the beginnings of desperation that were slipping in through the cracks in his voice. the fuzzy creature, whom regulus had grown more attached to than he cared to admit, hadn’t made in appearance in over two days now. he was too preoccupied searching every crevice his beloved pet might have claimed as a nice spot to nap to even care who it was he’d asked for help on this search.

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prideandperseverxnce:

Emma pried her hand free, splaying his palm up on her thighs and raking her nails along his skin. Her motions were deliberate and rhythmic, almost absent as her gaze bounced between his eyes. How many times had she sent him away just to come full circle? It was like a broken record, the dance they continued, but the comfort he brought was a lifeline she wasn’t quite ready to relinquish.

Again she laughed. The rich, sultry noise bounced off the stone walls, feeling foreign in the serious conversation, but just how serious could it be? There was no end game here other than another night spent encased in the canopy of her bed. He wouldn’t be her final, but he had a use, so use she would.

“I want you to be quiet,” she mused, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “You talk too much.” She had become more of a physical being as of late, no longer wanting to bare her soul as she once might’ve. She wanted to scream. To rage. To break something. But instead she moved closer to Remus. “Sometimes I think you prefer talking to everything else.”

Hurt flashed in Remus’ eyes as she laughed; he yearned to listen to the demands couched in her teasing, but the heaviness in his heart told him that Emma did not want him so much as a respite from whatever had pushed her to send him packing again.

He ached as he reluctantly withdrew his hand from her thigh, and he knew his pain was obvious in his gaze as he spoke to her. “We used to be so close, Emma. What changed?”

He wanted to touch her. God, he hated how badly he wanted to give in to her invitation like he had every other time she had sent him away and then recalled him; but doing so before had only caused a repeat of the painful situation. He forced himself to take a step back from her.

“Love, this is not the answer to whatever is on your mind. Talk to me about it, get it out of your system.”

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“Not originally, but you can certainly have some if you’d like.” Remus said good-naturedly, holding the Bertie’s Beans box out to him.

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“ Are these for me? “

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She watched him head off with a confused look on her face, her brows pulled together in question. What was he up to? She couldn’t lie, though – she was excited. So after running by the kitchens and grabbing pleading with the house elves for chocolate and sorts, they managed to throw together a make-shift picnic and send her on her way to the greenhouse without question. Now here she was, looking around for Remus as she stood at outside the greenhouse door, restraining herself from sneaking a piece of chocolate from the picnic basket in her hands. “Remus?”

Unconscious of his unkempt appearance, Remus emerged from a nearby hedge, a triumphant grin spread across his face and dancing in his eyes.

“This way!” He took the picnic basket from her, and dived back into the hedge from whence he had appeared, ignoring the scratchy little twigs that dug at him on occasion. He couldn’t help the smile that was stretching across his face, and he wouldn’t lie to himself: he was proud of what he had come up with. Remus hoped that it would be helpful for Pandora.

He left the hedge behind, and hurried up the slope spread before him, glancing back once in awhile to make sure that he hadn’t lost his student. As Remus crested the hill, he spotted what he had set up. He stood, waiting impatiently for his blonde companion to catch up to him.

The blanket at the base of the hill had various easels, trinkets, and his favorite view of the winding river that carved its way through the school grounds. 

“So,” his voice brimmed with anticipation, “Which shall we do first, eating or studying?”

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“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Remus said, his voice strained and worried. “The last thing I need is a detention.”

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      “ —— it’s gonna be  o k a y . just listen to me. ”

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philcphobic:

“You idiot, you know full well I wasn’t talking about the first years.” Multi-colored eyes rolled at his own words, but the amusement was clear in both Lucius’ face expression and undertone of his voice. However infuriating it may be, he liked Lupin enough not to feel the need to tell him off like he did when other Gryffindors thought it was time to bother him. “Then again, I suppose you would deny it if I said it aloud. I thought Gryffindor wasn’t for cowards, though.” Pushing it? Yes, absolutely, but if Lupin didn’t want to be pushed he shouldn’t be here. Lucius watched how Remus picked up one of the books he had gotten from the library earlier in the day and shook his head at the gesture; didn’t he have to study or something, or cause trouble with his Gryffindor friends rather than pretend like he was trying to annoy Lucius? He snorted on the other’s words, though, not bothering to hide his amusement this time around. “Oh wow, there was so much wrong with that I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear it,” he said. “And why does that interest you, anyway? Concern for the well-being of your lionhearted friends?” 

Remus realized Malfoy was probably talking about Severus, but he wasn’t going to be baited. There was no way he was going to rehash that nightmare. On that train of thought, his heart froze in his chest. What if Snape had told...? Immediately sobered, he raked a hand through his tawny hair, and tried to muster a careless grin.

“Yes, such a Cowardly Lion. I had better go find my Dorothy-” he joked, then suddenly realized that his verbal sparring partner was a pureblood, and had been shielded from muggle influences, “Never mind, you wouldn’t get that reference...” He stared down at the page for a moment, trying to tamp down the rising worry about his secret.

He let out a forced laugh at the blond Slytherin’s obvious disgruntlement, managing to feel somewhat smug about the fact that he had gotten the boy to laugh. “Concern for them, yes, but mostly for James and Sirius. They’re feeling a bit snubbed, and it doesn’t help their pride that a Slytherin is stealing their girls,” he said drily, “I’m not sure they will last the semester if you don’t release the girls from your thrall.”

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Remus Lupin Aesthetic

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━ ━ “ OF COURSE, moony. i really, REALLY want you to answer this. ”

“You’re stunning. I’ve been madly infatuated with you this whole time, Padfoot.” He said, insincerity dripping from his voice, before chunking a pillow at his friend’s head.  

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“But Mary,” Remus whined from his splayed position on the common room’s sofa, “I’m tired. I’ve had a busy day, and I need to study... study the art of vegetate-ing.” He yawned lazily, grinning sleepily up at her, “I hear the backs of my eyelids are particularly knowledgeable about said topic.”

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“You will not,” Mary laughed before gently tossing a balled up parchment paper at him. “If I have to read boring old textbooks to write a boring Herbology paper, than so do you, mate.”

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She laughed, of course, but watching his steady gaze it faltered at her throat. “You can’t be serious.”

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She laughed, of course, but watching his steady gaze it faltered at her throat. “You can’t be serious.”

He had been drawn to her the night he had found her, almost a year ago; she was crying in a dark hallway, long after curfew, and what he had seen in her then still mesmerized him. She was broken, broken like him. She needed someone to help pick up the pieces, but managed to be so strong and confident in herself at the same time. She was a walking paradox. She was utterly fascinating.

“I told you the day I met you that I would be here for you, and I still mean it,” Remus said gently, holding her hand lightly, as if he were afraid he would shatter her if he squeezed too tightly. “Tell me what you want, and I will be here for you. Just don’t push me away, okay?”

He tipped her chin up with a light touch, watching the light from a nearby wall sconce flicker in her eyes and through her hair as she finally met his gaze, before he said softly, “I’m not going to hurt you. Please talk to me.” 

(Sorry, I’m a newbie, and haven’t figured out how to shorten these posts yet)

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“I can become anything you want.”