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Remus Lupin Reading Headcanons

We’ve got the obligatory classics: Wuthering Heights, The Picture of Dorian Gray, at least one Shakespeare (Twelfth Night is there, I get a vibe, no I will not elaborate) and a fair bit of Austen (though he prefers the Brontë sisters).

These are the books that he’s been gifted, and there are some really nice copies from friends that would have cost a lot.

He has books on Egyptian history: Library of Alexandria, the many Pharaohs, massive books on specific Gods, gruesome books about the embalming technique (you can bet for at least a year Remus would threaten to embalm people like the Egyptians and they were half scared he would)

There are so many old poetry books he picked up for 50p in charity shops and second hand bookstores (but not the fancy ones, because who can afford that?), with all his annotations in. 

These annotations range from detailed analysis of the use of iambic pentameter to little notes just saying ‘savage’. 

And of course he uses random notations nobody else can understand, because it’s faster to write. 

He’s also got loads of travel books

Half the ones aren’t even for places he wants to go, but he saw the book and had to get it, because that’s what he does

He’ll flick through it, make note of the most interesting places, and then keep it on his bookshelf forever (f o r e v e r)

He never throws books away

He’ll lend them out to his friends, lose them and then forget they exist, put them in his bag and then just leave them at the bottom next to old papers, make nonsensical piles of books all over the dormitory which he’ll never touch, and so many other things

But he will never, ever, ever get rid of any of his books. 

He also never buys books new

They’re too expensive (especially in hardback) and he likes the character of a book with pages falling out and marks from previous owners (although usually it’s just food stains rather than witty notes)

He’s also got a weird system about books that nobody except him understands (people genuinely think that he’s making up half his rules when they borrow his books)

Like, he folds the pages and writes in the books in pencil, but if anyone dares bring a pen or highlighter near his books there’s a chance they’ll be murdered brutally

And you can read books in the bath/shower (since water dries) but you can’t eat messy food with books (because tomato sauce stains don’t wash out)

If the cover starts peeling off naturally (it happens, especially when you throw books at people, which he does) then it’s fine, but if someone defaces the cover (or just rips it) then, again, prepare for death

And then between the poetry and travel books we have trashy novels

And these are the kind of things that he’ll read when he’s too tired to think properly

He doesn’t read them for the intellectual stimulation, just for enjoyment, but as soon as anyone starts slagging people off for exclusively reading these kinds of books, he’ll fight them

He’s against book shaming (as we all should be) and will slap a bitch to defend someone’s reading honour (is that a thing? we’re going with it)

Anyway, after the one-time-read novels, we have the notebooks

He keeps notebooks on his bookshelf, because that way he can at least find them

(Except his journal and poetry notebooks, which he hides)

He’s got notebooks for language learning, since I firmly believe he’s a linguistic superstar, and they have his notes and practice sentences

And then there are just filled up notebooks, where he’s written to-do lists and played games of hangman

Of course, he doesn’t throw these away either, and he has quite a collection building up

In fact, he has so many books in general that they’re everywhere

We’re talking a completely filled bookshelf, a pile of books next to his bed, a pile for his To Be Read Soon books, a pile for his I Swear I’ll Read Them Eventually books, a pile for his I Need To Read Them Again books, a pile for the books he wants to lend to people but keeps forgetting, a pile for the books that he wants to find a specific quote or paragraph in, a pile for his books that he has yet to sort, and a pile for the books that he just throws down as soon as he walks in the room

He has a reputable library building

And this kind of irritates other people, because they can’t walk around without tripping over a pile of books, but they don’t mind too much because he’s just so passionate about them that they feel bad complaining

And anyway, when they eventually mention that they’re in a bit of a reading slump, he’ll immediately run off and come back with five or six books that they’d like

When they thank him he’ll just mumble and walk off, but he actually loves choosing books for people

And when they come back to him and say that they thought the book was amazing, he basically dies

He considers being a librarian for a bit, but then he realises he’d also have to deal with the defaced books, so decides against it

He’s still known as the informal librarian, anyway, and people always respect his book rules, so he doesn’t have to kill anyone for ruining the front covers or highlighting sections

Sometimes people will give him more books as thank you gifts for recommending them all books, and it’s genuinely the biggest compliment he could be given.

One summer, Remus returns home from the farmer’s market to find a large black dog sitting by his front door, basking in the afternoon sun. When it hears his footsteps, the dog raises its head and jumps to its feet, tail wagging and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Remus rushes forward, pulling the dog into a warm embrace. What the hell are you doing here? The dog only whines, his jowls undeniably smiling.

Remus tells his parents that the dog must be a stray and that he can’t possibly leave him to bake in the summer heat, so he brings the dog inside and up to his room. Before he can even shut the door, there’s a very handsome boy standing behind him, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him towards the bed. Sirius’ fingers rake through Remus’ hair, tracing the scars over his cheeks. Couldn’t wait to see you, Moony.

the first wizarding war: Regulus Arcturus Black’s death, 1979

To the Dark Lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. 

i dont want to think critically i just want to read about sirius and remus finding each other after azkaban....relearning all the things they’d forgotten about each other....first kiss after 13 years.....first “i love you” since they were 21.....remembering all the little quirks and habits they’d built together.....

‘I got you Moony’

omg i’m in my feels

Thinking about how Remus and Sirius are soulmates. Not in the “they’re really good for each other and compatible” kind of way, but in the “souls are real in this universe and my soul is wound up with your soul; we are fated for each other; this was our destiny since before we were born; we will fall in love with each other again and again and again whether we like it or not” kind of way. The way that they stayed together throughout the First War, stayed in love despite thinking the other a traitor, stayed in love despite prison, stayed in love despite another war. Their love has been through time and space and distance, through war and prison and death, and yet it has persisted. If not soulmates, if not fate, then what do you call it?

Remus: *plucking petals off a flower* He loves me... he loves me not. He loves me... he loves me not. He loves me... *plucks last petal* he loves me not...

Sirius: *bursting in with an armful of various flowers and bouquets* That can’t be right, try again.

you’re so pretty!

aww tysm :(

JKR really wrote Wolfstar to be so incredibly gay and then she’s like “Nope they were not in love they’re just besties 😁” Mmmhm okay yeaahh suuureee. She even wrote Harry noticing Remus stare at Sirius and he didn’t even notice himself staring at men most of the time. He was THAT obvious, but as we all know this woman is absolutely terrible anyways. People’s existence and acceptance is not up for debate. Terfs suck.