Can we talk about the fact that Mobius was absolutely resigned to failing in the Time Loom mission?
I mean: usually a character would be worried and determinated, but Mobius was like "well, so that's how i'll die. God, this will be awful..."
But, despite it all, Mobius had full faith in Loki. He never doubted him.
Even at the Time Loom, with the risk of dying, Mobius still believed in Loki.
And, when O.B. started to close the doors, what did Mobius do? Instead of trying to escape, he remained there, waiting for Loki.
Mobius didn't believe he could make it in the slightest. He was absolutely sure of failure.
Yet, he believed in Loki enough to place his own life in his hands. He cared so much about Loki that he went on a suicide mission with the knowledge that he would die.
Moony the wolf is afraid of thunderstorms and on full moons when it's raining, Padfoot, Wormtail and Prongs have to pretend that it's totally fine for a full-grown werewolf to be hiding under a rug in terror. They *never* tell Remus.
"Okay, McDonald. Fuck-marry-kill, the seventh year Gryffindor boys, pick whatever three you want, and choose wisely!"
Mary sits up and rubs her hands. "Oeh, yes! Let's see..."
Remus grins and takes a sip from his butterbeer. Sirius and James are in detention, again, and Peter is using their absence to catch up on some homework, without Sirius and James being there to call him a bummer. So, after calling Peter a bummer, Remus went to hang with the girls.
"Fuck James Potter," Mary says, tapping her chin.
Lily rolls her eyes. "Normally I'd agree with that sentiment, but not in this context."
"Well, I wouldn't mind inspecting the effect of all that Quidditch practice up close," Mary says, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I share a dorm with him," Remus says.
"Sorry, sorry!" Mary holds up her hands. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"No," Remus says. "I mean, I share a dorm with him, and I can tell you that the effect of his Quidditch practice won't disappoint." He winks and the girls whoop.
Mary wraps her arms around Remus. "And I marry Remus, of course!" As she releases him, she shrugs. "And then I'll have no choice but to kill Sirius."
The other girls solemnly nod their agreement in understanding, but Remus frowns. "How so? There are still plenty of other guys. How do you mean, you'll 'have no choice'?"
Mary throws her head back and laughs. "Oh, Remus. We all know that if I ever want to marry you, I'll have to kill Sirius first!"
summary: three times remus tried to tell sirius he was his and the one time sirius finally understood
contents + warnings: mild swearing, wolfstar fluff followed by heavy wolfstar angst. truly hope you're ready for some pain with this one because writing it was like ripping my heart out okay
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based on this post by @regulusblacksworld
1.
“Moony!” Sirius called, grinning at his sandy-haired friend. Remus couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as a very intoxicated Sirius reached for him. “We won, Moons.” Sirius slurred. “We really won out there today.”
“You played very well.” Remus said.
"I played like a god." Sirius corrected. Remus shook his head, laughing as Sirius threw an arm around his shoulder. "The Gryffindor quidditch cup champions!" Sirius said for the tenth time that night. He was so close to Remus their cheeks were practically pressed together. Sirius smelled of sweat and booze, but Remus didn't mind.
"Oi, McKinnon!" Sirius shouted. "You owe me that drinking game!"
So Remus let Sirius go, watching him wind his way through the crowd to where Marlene waited with a hand on one hip. She was one of the few people who could ever keep up with Sirius's drunken antics, let alone outdo him.
As far as Remus could tell, this particular drinking game involved spinning around very quickly without falling over, with the loser taking a shot every time they fell. Remus could also tell that Sirius was bad at this game.
After only a few rounds, all of which he'd lost, Sirius found his way back to Remus, stumbling every few steps. "Moony, I think I need some air." He said, looking a little green.
“Woah there, I think you do too. Let’s get you outside.” Remus said, ushering his friend out of the hot, noisy house. They were greeted by a cool breeze and the far off sound of frogs. Remus breathed it in, but Sirius barely made it outside before he was hurling into a nearby bush.
Remus hurried to pull his long dark hair away from his face, gathering it back and gently holding it at the nape of Sirius’s neck while his friend caught his breath.
“That was gross. I’m sorry.” Sirius mumbled.
"It's okay." Remus said, and meant it.
“You’re so nice to me, Moony. Why are you always so nice to me?” Sirius asked.
Remus tucked a stray piece of hair behind his friend's ear, knowing Sirius wouldn’t remember any of this come morning. Maybe that was why he let his thumb linger on the corner of the dark-haired boy’s jaw before answering, “Because I care about you, Pads.”
“Why?” Sirius pressed.
“Do I need a reason?”
Sirius looked so taken aback it was as though the idea had never occurred to him. Remus’s heart clenched when he realized that maybe it really hadn’t– maybe Sirius had truly spent his whole life seeing tenderness as something to be exchanged for a price.
It was this thought that made him grip the sleeve of Sirius’s leather jacket and say intently, “I care about you because you are my friend. You are good. You’re funny, and smart, and beautiful, and brave. I care about you because– Well, I just do.”
"Thanks, Moons." Sirius said. After a moment, he asked, “You think I’m beautiful?” He was acting like it was the first time anyone had ever described him that way.
Remus dared a glance at his friend, expecting him to be smirking. He was taken aback to find Sirius looking back at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
Remus cursed his foolish heart for the way it lurched. Cursed himself for speaking so freely. All he said was, "Everyone does."
Sirius huffed out a laugh. "I don't care about what everyone thinks. A strange silence fell between the two friends. “You’re a good person, Moons.” Sirius said quietly after awhile. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
"You know I always will." Remus said quietly.
2.
"Hey, Sirius, I found that necklace you were looking for!" Remus called across the dormitory.
"Oh, did you?" his friend called back from where he was getting ready in the bathroom.
Unsure of what propelled him, Remus found himself crossing the length of the room and tapping the half-open door. Sirius hadn't closed it all the way; he never did, always preferring to talk to his friends whilst getting dressed and brushing his teeth.
Sirius pulled the door open. Remus was all too aware of the blush that spread across his face as he took in the sight of Sirius, shirtless with his pants slightly open and unzipped, revealing the waistband of his plaid boxers. His black hair was piled into a loose knot atop his head, secured by his wand, and an eyeliner pencil protruded from his lips.
Remus was glad Sirius was turning back to look at himself in the mirror, saying as he did so, "I can't get my liner right. Put that necklace on me while I finish, would 'ya?"
"Uhh, m'hm." Remus said weakly. He moved to stand behind Sirius so he could loop the silver chain around his neck.
When he clasped the necklace, he could feel Sirius's skin, warm, so warm, below his fingertips. And for just a moment, his fingertips were against that warmth, adjusting the necklace so the clasp was centered. He looked up to find Sirius's eyes already trained on him in the mirror. Remus felt his entire spine tighten as he held Sirius's gaze. His hands tingled where they'd touched Sirius's neck.
"Thanks Moony." Sirius said. For a moment Remus thought he saw something like desire on his friend's face, but decided he must have imagined it because Sirius was already turning his attention back to his eyeliner. It was all he could do to not stare as Sirius's lips parted, his mouth falling open in concentration.
The silver pawprint charm on his necklace swung slightly as he moved, drawing Remus's attention to where it dangled a few inches below his collarbones.
"Enjoying the view?" Sirius asked. His voice sounded raw, but when Remus hurriedly looked back up at him, that typical lazy Sirius Black smirk was plastered across his face.
Remus followed suit, putting on a stony expression to mask the truth of the matter. "As if." He said, relieved to hear the feigned disinterest carried through in his tone.
3.
It had been a few years since he'd had a full moon this bad, Remus thought as he curled into himself, hugging his knees in the silence of the Shrieking Shack. The change had hurt more than usual this time, and it felt as though he'd been absent from his human body for days. The house was freezing and Remus shivered even as he pulled his cloak tighter around himself.
"Remus?" Sirius's concerned voice echoed in the stairwell. "Where are you?"
"Here. I'm in here." Remus said, forcing the words out through chattering teeth.
Footsteps, then the sound of the door creaking open as Sirius entered. "Fuck. Somehow it's colder in here than it is outside." He said. "Remus?"
Remus looked over to find Sirius lugging in a pile of wood, his chin tucked atop it to keep all of the logs from falling to the ground.
Remus knew he must've looked like shit, the way Sirius's eyes widened slightly upon seeing him. But to his credit, Sirius kept his tone light. "I remembered that there was a manky old fireplace in here. Thought you might be cold– I mean, I didn't think you'd be this cold, but still. Thought we could get a little fire going, warm things up a bit."
Remus could only offer him a shaky nod. Sirius dumped the pile of wood unceremoniously to the floor. Remus closed his eyes, vaguely aware of Sirius using magic to stack the logs in the small fireplace. Even with his eyes closed, Remus could see the room brighten as the fire took hold.
Slowly, very slowly, the room began to warm. Sirius beckoned Remus over to sit beside the fire. He made his way over. When the fire didn't immediately stop his body from shaking, Sirius took his jacket off, draping it around Remus's shoulders. It smelled of him– leather and smoke and something earthy underneath it all.
"Thanks." Remus said, offering Sirius a weak smile before turning to gaze at the flames that flickered inside the fireplace.
"Are you hurt?"
Remus shook his head. "Just tired."
He swore he must have been holding his breath as he felt Sirius place a hand on the side of his head, gently guiding him so he was resting against his shoulder.
"Rest." Sirius said quietly.
As soon as Sirius said it, it was easy for Remus to relax the tense muscles in his shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned against Sirius's warm, sturdy figure. "Thank you." He breathed.
"I'm just looking after you the way you always look out for me." Sirius said simply, and Remus could hear the smile in his voice.
4.
"It's just us tonight Moony." Sirius said as soon as he opened the door to find his friend on the doorstep. They were both wearing headbands adorned with antlers, a small Halloween joke they'd planned to play on James.
Remus just grinned at Sirius, reaching out to flick one of his antlers. "I know. Too bad James and Harry are under the weather, but it's their loss, really. Maybe we can take some candy to them tomorrow. For now though, I brought you a present."
"You did, huh?" Sirius asked, cocking his head.
Remus pulled a bottle of firewhiskey from the brown paper sack in his hands.
"So naughty." Sirius said, returning his mischievous smile. He stepped aside to let Remus enter the small apartment. "You know how I get when I drink that stuff."
"I do know, that's why I brought it." Remus countered.
They were only one drink in each when the stag appeared, composed of glowing blue lines and James's panicked voice. "He's coming. I don't know how, but I– Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run!"
And then the patronus vanished.
Remus felt his blood run cold. Sirius had shot to his feet the minute he heard how frantic James sounded. "I have to go– we have to help–" Sirius's face was pale and his eyes darted around the apartment as if there was an answer hiding in a corner. "I'm not the secret keeper, not anymore, who–" Sirius asked, his words tumbling out in a rush.
"Peter." Remus breathed. "It was Peter." It had to have been.
"I'll kill him." Sirius said darkly. "Remus, you go– go get help. Dumbledore, get Dumbledore. He'll listen to you. He's our best chance right now. I'll go to their house, I'll get them away, get them out of there."
"I'm coming with you." Remus said, but even as the words left his mouth he knew Sirius was right. Of the marauders, he'd always been the best at talking to Dumbledore.
"Go. Please." Sirius said, voice desperate.
As soon as Remus nodded, Sirius disapparated with a 'pop'. Remus did the same, his breaths shaky as he appeared outside the gates of Hogwarts. It was Minerva McGonagall who met him in the entrance of the school.
"Remus, what is it, what's happened?" She asked upon seeing his pale face.
"Dumbledore– need to see– Dumbledore." He managed.
Minerva's face was drawn up in concern as she said, "He's not here. He–"
But Remus didn't wait for the rest, merely staggered back down the steps away from the school.
He was too late. He knew it even before he apparated to the Potters' house. Deep down, he'd known it the moment he'd heard the panic in the voice that came from James's stag patronus. But still he went, just to be sure. The door to their house hung open and the acidic taste of dark magic stuck to the very air around him. A strangled cry left him.
Sirius. Sirius. Where was Sirius?
It was the only thought in his mind as he once again disapparated. He found himself on a street he'd never visited before. Something was wrong, he could feel it the moment he looked around. Distantly, he heard the sound of shouting followed by a thunderous crashing sound.
Remus ran toward the noise, not caring for his safety. Not caring anything about anything beyond the name looping in his head, Sirius Sirius Sirius.
He was covered in blood when Remus found him. The fragments of what looked like a finger were grasped tightly in his hand. When he saw Remus standing at the other end of the alleyway, Sirius loosed a short, manic laugh. "I got him. I got him, Moony." His expression was frenzied, glazed by the shock of the night's events.
"Sirius, come with me, right now. Please." Remus said, trying to keep his voice even.
But he was too late. Again. For the second time that night, Remus had failed his friends.
Someone put a hand on Remus's shoulder, pushing him aside. "Out of the way, sir. Stand aside." An official sounding voice said. Remus glanced around. Aurors and ministry workers surrounded the alleyway on either side.
Sirius fell silent as two aurors grabbed him by the arms, pulling him down the alleyway, toward Remus, and toward the awaiting ministry vehicle.
"Please–" Remus said, not really knowing what he was pleading for, or even who the plea was directed at. But he said it again anyway. "Please."
And then Sirius was there, being pulled away. Remus let them take him as far as the curb before he said, "Wait! Please– please, just let me– give me a moment with him. Please."
Sirius was sitting in the backseat of the vehicle, staring straight ahead, looking at nothing. As Remus approached, he noted how badly his friend's hands were trembling.
"Sirius, I'm so sorry. I'm going to fix this, okay? I'll fix this, I promise. Sirius, would you look at me, please?"
Sirius didn't move, just kept staring blankly ahead. Something fractured in Remus's chest. He had to say it. Had to say it in case this was the last time he ever had the chance.
"Sirius, I need you to know. I need to tell you– I'm yours. I've always been yours. Even if– Even if you were never mine, not even for a moment, it's okay. I was always yours."
Something in his words seemed to bring Sirius back to earth, because Remus looked up to find Sirius staring at him, pain and sadness and grief etched across his face. "You were mine?" He whispered, disbelieving.
Remus reached for his hand, their fingertips barely grazing before one of the ministry officials was pulling him backwards. "That's enough." the auror said coldly, eyeing Remus with suspicion before turning to close the door, shutting Sirius inside.
And just like that, Sirius was gone. James was gone. Lily, and Marlene, and the Prewetts, and even Peter– they were all gone.
And Remus was left alone.
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