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whatever you do, don't think about 12 year old Sirius Black becoming very suspicious as to why his new friend disappears from school periodically and returns looking exhausted, sometimes with bruises and cuts riddling his body.

don't think about him getting worried when Remus lies, "Oh, it was a family thing".

don't think about him trying to do research on abusive households out of concern that perhaps his friend is living in dire circumstances.

and please don't imagine him coming to the realization that Remus isn't the one in an abusive household... he is.

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couldn't choose between those 2

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Just them🤍

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i am a perfectly nonchalant person. except on days where i crave love. then i choke up and go insane and begin howling at the moon

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she had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even and, most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves

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qkzbkwbzkbwzkbezk ... .

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Less fics about Remus being horny and dominating before full moon more fics about Remus being absolutely sad pathetic wet miserable because his whole body aches and he needs to be wrapped in blankets and coddled

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The Set-Up

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The sound echoed in Sirius’ head as Remus set his mug down. Gold met silver, but this time there was no softness —only heat. Sirius felt the air between them sizzle and crackle, aflame.

He pushed on. “Remus, what I’m trying to say is that —if it’s something you want— maybe you could…”

Be that someone to me. Sirius let the sentence hang, waiting for his friend to complete it. Remus opened his mouth, the spark in his eyes brightening, and Sirius swelled with anticipation.

“Set you up on a date?”

Sirius could’ve sworn he heard a record screech.

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If the marauders were Indian, James would be Hyderabadi. He’s a carom champion and Uncle Chips enthusiast. He owns a successful restaurant chain, famous for their special biryani. He and Sirius always fight over the merits of adding aloo in biryani; James insists that it’s an insult to culinary art.

The Black family would live in a rich neighborhood in Mumbai. Walburga is the worst of the judgmental gossip aunties, and everyone in the city knows it. The Blacks would probably be one of those nepotistic Bollywood families. Orion is a director, Regulus is a screenwriter, Sirius is a costume designer and/or makeup artist, and the Black sisters are all actresses. When they visited Kashmir one fateful summer, Reggie fell off his shikara and drowned in the Dal Lake.

Lily would live in Kashmir, near a military campus in Srinagar. She definitely would have participated in more than a few protests, rock-pelting and battle-crying. That’s how she met Remus, another fellow Kashmiri freedom activist.

Remus is from Khansahib Budgam. He knows everyone in town, and everyone in town knows him (including the street cows and forest monkeys). They all tut and say he’s too much of a revolutionary, but they all admire him for it too. Remus drives a perennially muddy scooty, and teaches English in the local school. The Lupin family grows corn and makes makai roti out of it. They drink the saltiest nun chai.

Remus frequently drags Lily up the mountains of his town, and they trek to Dodhpathri together. They race on horses in the day, and go skinny-dipping in the ice-cold lake at night.

When Lily drags Remus down to Srinagar, they sneak into random people’s weddings and overindulge themselves with wazwan. Lily is horrible at dol baje and singing kashur wedding songs, but Remus tells her she’s wonderful and she believes it. He always gets a good laugh out of it when she confidently performs at weddings, much to the horror and pain of everyone else.

Mary would be from Tamil Nadu. She would be pressured to become a doctor or engineer, but she always had a passion for fashion. She gets into the top college of the country to study fashion designing, and proves everyone wrong.

Peter is from the overcrowded state of Uttar Pradesh, where there are too many people and they’re all the same. When he was a child, he had a whole flock of pet chicks, but they all got eaten by stray cats before they were old enough to lay eggs. He’s friends with all the street cows. He could live off of Appy juice and Kurkure’s Puffcorns.

if i ever put the marauders in new zealand it would be a disaster

james, sirius, and peter are aucklanders TM

remus lives in a low income area and personally knows that random coked out lady yelling at them on the street, sirius is speedwalking past that group of gang members head down and remus is waving at them

lily’s out in the wops james has never even heard of her town

barty and evan are hoodrats 😔

dorcas, mary and pandora are those cool fashionable queer people you see every time you go to wellington

regulus wants to LEAVE more than anything

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hate seeing regulus be badassified he has a sign on his door that says do not enter without the express permission of Regulus Arcturus Black he’s a baby he’s a loser he’s a tiny little guy he sucks he’s an alt right conservative turned house elf rights activist he’s gay he’s afraid of the dark he uses his full government name he wrote a dramatic ass poem to voldemort

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something about remus lupin: dumbledores wolf in a muzzle

main piece and colors heavily inspired/referenced by @/picckl on twt!

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Lupin

he’s just a child

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queer platonic autistic besties

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Regulus and Remus are those friends who don’t see eachother for months at a time but then when they meet up again it’s like they saw eachother just yesterday. They go to bookstores together and browse in silence, occasionally pointing out a book they think the other would enjoy. They go on coffee study dates. Every Christmas they gift each other an annotated book. They’re not physically affectionate, and their fondness is hidden under sarcastic remarks.

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Platonic moonwater where remus and regulus are basically a couple of old ladies.

They are sitting in the library/in the common room-sipping tea and basically judging everyone.

Their favorite thing to do is to bet how stupid things are going to get.

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Fairy Godparents

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“It’s a magic wand!” he declared, waving a garishly colorful stick in his fist, “It came from the cereal box!”

“Wow!” Sirius exclaimed, feigning amazement, “A magic wand?”

“Yup!” Harry assured, ecstatic. He jumped off his seat and brandished the wand. “Now I can make all my wishes come true!”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a panicked look. On one hand, they knew that magic wands from Muggle cereal boxes did not work. Hence, Harry’s wishes could not come true.

On the other hand, it was their responsibility as Harry’s guardians to nurture his childhood beliefs and imagination. Hence, they had to make sure Harry’s wishes came true.

~ OR ~

When little Harry finds a toy wand in his cereal box, he’s convinced it possesses real magical abilities. Sirius and Remus, who had long since abandoned their secret wizarding past, are helpless to their godson’s wishes.

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thinkin abt remus sinkin down into a couch that remembers his thighs as he thoughtlessly cards his fingers through sirius' hair, his head set in his lap. they pull pizza slices from the box which slip through letterbox mouths as they recount their week ("i was a delight, as per"). remus laughs and the pizza on his tongue is reminiscent of ocean salt drying on his lips, his shoulders bathed in factor 50 and "i love you" warming, weighing, toddling on the tip of his tongue. life is good. love is slumber drunk bodies warm and laced together on an early saturday morning. it is knowing that words can't wait for tomorrow. it is morning breath kisses and rotten lies ("you smell great") and continuing to be each others' dreams--the ones you tuck into your pocket like a lucky found fiver, saving for a rainy day until it's time for a wash. and then remus remembers an unspoken promise. and that saturday morning, w an empty pizza box littering their kitchen counter bathed in grey light, it begins to rain.