Not To Be Fucking Emo But This Is The Anthem Of The Marauders

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The night of the full moon

*sirius walks in after remus transforms back*

sirius: moony...

*remus throws his arms around sirius*

sirius: moony listen, it’s not your fault

remus: but- look-

*he points to blood stains on the floor*

sirius: moony, it’s your blood, not mine, you did nothing wrong

*remus leans into sirius’ shoulder, crying*

sirius: i’m here okay? to the moon and back, remember?

marauders era → sirius black

sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. he was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither james’s nor harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.

Imagine Sirius would’ve gotten a 'Moony' tattoo. One letter on each of his fingers... M-O-O-N-Y.

I’m gonna quietly pass away now.

Wolfstar + Harry

🐺💫

Remus likes to read books and climb fences.

He likes to wander off into different worlds where he can be a bystander. Where he can observe and judge and love and feel rage and hate and sob about the rise and fall of glorious empires, or insignificant beggers. He can see how wounds are ripped and tended to, can feel them bleed and ooze and the itching of them healing back together without - for a change - having to leave the safety of whatever warm and dry place he settled into while crawling in between musty old pages full of possibilities.  It’s nice to breathe and let others be ripped apart sometimes. 

But then James wonders about that muggle game called Bowling and Remus wonders how his Prefect status can help to get them into Slughorns’ cauldron cabinet for a tournament that Lily will win. And during too hot summer nights, when they all crave sweetness after a long day of fooling around, skin sunburned, feet blistered, he jumps the fences of an orchard without second-guessing, all long legs, strong arms and holds out a hand for Pete and Sirius, joking about the absence of their growing-spurts while James smashes into the soft grass face first beside them and Lily howls so loud with laughter that he’s sure they will get caught and he is prepared to run until his lungs are burning but they aren’t and he later kisses the sweet taste of cherries from the corner of Sirius’ mouth and muses that bliss can grow on trees after all. 

And back at school, only a few will realize that the bookish demeanor of the quiet boy, the perfect, the one who never serves detention is actually an act of climbing fences because Remus refuses to bend, to accept the consolation prize of a life in multicoloured poverty that awaits those who are haunted by Lycanthropy. The moon steals his days by pulling at his bones and for that, he fills his weeks to the brim with work, making sure to have every extra chance possible for when the time comes to leave this castle. 

“Oh,” he mutters as he’s about to pass out after a 16 hour day, leaned against James’ shoulder, “I figured out the problem… you know… hexing the bloody pumpkins…?” 

“It’s alright Moons,” Sirius softly assures him, pulling his legs into his lap while James carefully places Remus’ head in his own. 

“Yeah, the pumpkins can wait till tomorrow,” James mutters while Peter starts looking for a blanket.

Two words. James Potter.

Yes, Andrew Garfield as young Remus Lupin is my religion.

My Sirius Black Headcanons:

talked to the moon while in azkaban bc he missed remus

actually a huge softie

tough exterior but super sensitive on in inside

at one point the other marauders found out that he could speak french almost fluently and the one who loved it the most was remus

the first time james told him that he loves him and that he was like his brother, he cried bc no one had ever told him that they loved him before

gave remus a notebook, but only so he can read it when remus is asleep

while in azkaban, he would also transform into a dog every full moon. he would lie down and stare at the moon, hoping remus is okay and that makes it safely through the night

biggest drama queen hogwarts has ever seen

sleeps in remus' sweaters

wears a leather jacket instead of his robes and doesn't understand why mcgonagall tells him to “take that thing off”

always likes to hug everyone and his love language is physical contact

would blast muggle music when he was at 12 grimmauld place for the holidays just to piss off his blood prejudiced family

after graduating hogwarts, he finds out about muggle motorcycles and never uses floo again

black suits are his thing, but only when he isn’t wearing his leather jacket or his gryffindor robes

biggest heart. if he cares and loves you, he cares and loves very hard and deeply. when he says, he got you, he got you. literally for anything