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prongsfoot really is a ray of sunshine x ray of darkness duo
Butch Sirius and Femme Remus 😽😽😽
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rockstar sirius, whose bracelet gets snagged on remus's sweater, when he's passing by him or something and as he tries to remove it, he tries to make small talk with remus, who is this blushing, stuttering mess, because this literal angel like man is so close, talking to him, and he smells soo good, and sirius sees this and thinks who is this loser....i want him
Wolfstar that have this routine where every three to four days they cook together, well more like sirius cooks and remus sits on the counter and talks about his day, any new gossips, or whatever is on his mind and sirius pays full attention even while cooking, as remus spills the tea he acquired from lily
Sirius gives his occasional reactions like really baby? Mhm, wow she said that, or something like that, he asks remus to taste bringing the ladle to his mouth and waits for his thumbs up, he also steals kisses every five minutes or every time he passes him just because he can
desi james potter is real btw, i saw him
remus lupin ⏾⋆.˚
hate it when people depict Remus as this nonchalant, sarcastic guy that wants Sirius to shut up all the time because MY Remus would never tell Sirius to shut up. Not when he’s scheming a new prank, not when he’s shit talking others, not when he’s purposely playing stupid, not when he’s oblivious and definitely not when their both entangled under the covers, cuddling. Sirius can be talking for hours and hours and yeah maybe Remus is starting to get a headache but he’ll never tell his star to quiet down, he’ll let Sirius talk and answer accordingly when he’s asked anything and giving genuine input and feedback in situations. Or he just listens, either way he’ll never tell Sirius to shut up.
James loves saying "it's his first time living too" after Sirius does/says something diabolical
It had been approximately five years since Remus had spoken to Sirius.
His exact last words had been, "I never want to see you again."
And although it had been the truth at the time, Remus had been angry when he spoke those words. So angry and so young. To be fair, Sirius had been young too. They'd been a mere fifteen and sixteen when Sirius had decided to pull the prank, which was not quite a prank—and, due to the nature of things combined with Remus' harsh words, Sirius had listened.
He hadn't so much as looked at Remus for the next two and a half years they spent at Hogwarts.
Part of Remus wished Sirius had kept trying.
The apology had come in every form imaginable. Spoken words. Letters. Explanations. Excuses. Regret. Sirius had thrown every piece of himself at the wound he'd created, trying desperately to fix it, and Remus had rejected every attempt.
He'd never forgiven him.
So their lives had gone on.
Strained between a group of friends who eventually stopped pushing. Stopped asking what had happened. Stopped hoping for the reunion that was clearly never coming.
Life after Hogwarts hadn't magically repaired anything either. They'd drifted into separate circles, separate lives. Occasionally Remus would hear James mention Sirius in passing— but they never spoke.
Five years.
Five years of silence.
And now— now Remus stood in a crowded London coffee shop with his eyes locked on a familiar figure near the counter.
Gods, did it hurt.
The boy he once knew had grown into a man.
His dark hair was longer now, pulled back at the crown of his head in a messy bun. There was stubble along his jaw, and he wore leather and denim that smelled faintly of rain and motor oil. His shoulders seemed broader than Remus remembered, his face sharper somehow, though perhaps that was simply what adulthood did to people.
Or perhaps it was what five years of missing someone did.
Remus should have looked away.
Instead, he found himself staring.
A memory surfaced unbidden—a seer Alice had dragged him to visit a couple of years ago after one too many glasses of wine.
"Tall, dark, and handsome with a wild side," she'd declared dramatically while peering into his palm. "A soul tie."
Remus hadn't believed a word of it. He still didn't. At least, that was what he told himself.
Yet standing there now, watching Sirius Black reach for a takeaway cup and laugh at something the barista said, Remus felt something deep inside him twist painfully.
Before he could stop himself, before common sense could intervene, he heard his own voice.
"Sirius?"
The name slipped out softer than intended.
Sirius froze. For a moment he simply stood there, cup halfway to his lips. Then he turned.
Grey eyes met amber.
The years between them seemed to vanish all at once.
"Remus?"
His voice was deeper than Remus remembered. Warmer. Familiar enough to make his chest ache.
"I—"
Remus hadn't actually thought this far ahead. What exactly was one supposed to say after five years of silence?
Sorry?
How have you been?
Remember when I told you I never wanted to see you again?
Fortunately, Sirius looked just as caught off guard.
Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face.
Not the reckless grin Remus remembered from their school days. This one was softer. Older. A little uncertain.
"I—oh, wow."
His gaze traveled over Remus, taking him in.
"You're..." Sirius laughed quietly, shaking his head. "Look at you."
Remus felt heat rise to his face.
It was ridiculous that Sirius Black could still have that effect on him.
"You too."
The response sounded painfully inadequate considering the circumstances.
Sirius glanced down at himself, "The beard?"
"The beard."
"I've been told it makes me look distinguished."
"It makes you look old."
Sirius barked out a laugh, and for a brief moment Remus caught a glimpse of the boy he'd once known. The sound settled somewhere uncomfortable beneath his ribs.
"That's rude," Sirius informed him.
"Yeah, well, it's the truth."
A strange silence followed. Not exactly awkward. Both of them standing in the middle of a coffee shop, trying to navigate five years' worth of distance.
Finally Sirius shifted his weight.
"So..."
"So."
Sirius smiled again, "I never thought I'd run into you here."
"Neither did I."
Neither of them moved to leave. Neither seemed entirely sure how to proceed.
And despite everything—despite the anger, the hurt, the years spent convincing himself he was better off without Sirius Black—Remus found that he wasn't ready for the conversation to end.
Not yet.
"Care to join me?"
Sirius gestured toward a small two-person table tucked against the window.
Remus knew it was probably simple politeness. Two former friends unexpectedly running into one another. An invitation made because it would be rude not to.
Still, some traitorous part of him hoped it was genuine.
"Sure," he heard himself say. "I'll just grab a coffee."
Sirius nodded and headed for the table while Remus joined the queue at the counter.
Immediately, he regretted everything.
This was a terrible idea.
What exactly was he planning to do? Sit across from Sirius and casually discuss the last five years? Pretend they hadn't spent nearly half a decade avoiding one another? Pretend Remus hadn't thought about him far more often than he'd ever admit?
Maybe he should leave.
A sudden emergency.
A forgotten appointment.
Spontaneous death.
Any of those would work.
Coffee in hand, Remus turned from the counter fully intending to invent an excuse and flee.
Then he saw Sirius.
He was sitting at the little wooden table, one ankle resting over a knee as he flipped absentmindedly through a magazine someone had left behind. A lock of dark hair had escaped from where he'd tied it back and kept falling into his face. Every few moments he'd push it away without looking up.
Something unpleasantly fond twisted in Remus' chest.
His heart gave an embarrassing leap.
Fuck.
He was still gone for him.
Five years.
Five bloody years.
And apparently all it took was one smile and a coffee shop reunion for Remus to discover he'd learned absolutely nothing.
Wonderful...
Truly humiliating.
Resigned to his fate, he crossed the room and slid into the empty chair opposite him, setting his takeaway cup down with a soft thump.
Sirius glanced up.
Their eyes met again.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then Sirius smiled.
Gods.
Remus took a large sip of coffee purely so he wouldn't have to deal with that.
"How've you been?" Sirius asked.
The question should have been easy.
Instead Remus found himself sorting through five years of loneliness, mediocre jobs, bad dates, war stories, and lingering regrets.
"Oh, I've been alright."
A lie.
Not entirely a lie.
Just a very incomplete truth.
"What's new?"
The second the words left his mouth, he winced.
Brilliant, Lupin.
A conversational genius.
Sirius' smile widened slightly, as though he'd noticed the awkwardness and decided to be merciful about it.
"Not a whole hell of a lot."
He lifted his coffee and took a sip.
"Been working."
"What do you do these days?"
"Motorcycles."
Remus blinked. "Motorcycles?"
"Repair shop."
That explained the grease stains he'd noticed on Sirius' hands.
A grin tugged at the corner of Sirius' mouth.
"I know. Sounds very rebellious and dangerous."
"It sounds exactly like something you'd do."
"Right?" Sirius beamed.
The laugh escaped Remus before he could stop it.
Sirius looked absurdly pleased by that fact. And suddenly, for the first time since sitting down, the conversation felt a little easier. A little less like two strangers. A little more like two people remembering how to talk to one another.
"How about you?" Sirius asked.
Remus traced the rim of his coffee cup.
"Bit of this. Bit of that."
"Terrible answer."
It was.
"What do you actually do?" Sirius followed up.
Remus sighed dramatically. "Books."
Sirius frowned. "Books?"
"I catalogue rare manuscripts for an antiquarian dealer."
There was a beat of silence, then Sirius burst out laughing.
"Oh, thank God."
"What?"
"That is the most Remus Lupin job I've ever heard in my life."
Remus felt himself smiling despite every effort not to. Across the table, Sirius was smiling too.
They caught up for longer than Remus had intended.
The conversation came easier than he expected it to. Once the initial shock had worn off, they slipped into familiar rhythms. Sirius still gestured wildly when he spoke, still interrupted himself halfway through stories because he'd remembered something funnier, and still laughed with his entire body.
It hurt.
Not because it was awkward, but because it wasn't.
Five years should have made them strangers.
Instead, Remus found himself laughing at Sirius' jokes before he'd finished telling them.
They spoke about old classmates and jobs and life after Hogwarts. The easy smiles that followed had done unfortunate things to Remus' heart.
Eventually Sirius glanced at his watch and swore softly.
"I should get going."
Remus immediately hated how disappointed he felt.
"Right."
Sirius stood, grabbing his empty cup and tossing it into a nearby bin before turning back toward him.
"Oh, before I forget."
Remus looked up.
"I'm having a bit of a get-together next weekend. Sort of a housewarming thing."
"A housewarming?"
"Yeah. Nothing fancy. Just food, drinks, friends making fun of my decorating choices."
Remus smiled.
"I'd pay money to see that."
"You should come then."
The invitation caught him off guard.
Sirius shrugged.
"It'd be nice."
Remus' stomach performed an embarrassing little flip.
"Sure."
"Bring whoever you want."
"Whoever?"
Sirius nodded.
"A friend. A partner."
Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "I'm sure Edmé would love to meet you."
Remus frowned slightly.
"Edmé?"
A smile spread across Sirius' face.
"My fiancé."
The word hit him like a punch.
Not visibly, he hoped. Years of practice kept the reaction from reaching his face.
Inside was another matter entirely.
Fiancé.
Of course...
Of course Sirius had someone...
What had Remus expected? That Sirius had spent the last five years waiting around for him? Pining dramatically in the rain?
The thought was ridiculous.
Sirius was twenty-one, handsome enough that people glanced at him when he walked through the room, charming without meaning to be, and possessed of the sort of reckless magnetism that had always drawn people in.
Naturally, he'd fallen in love.
Naturally, someone had fallen in love with him.
"Right," Remus managed. "Yeah. Of course."
The smile he offered felt practiced. Professional. The sort he gave customers and distant acquaintances. Not quite reaching his eyes.
If Sirius noticed, he didn't mention it.
"We got engaged a few months ago."
"Congratulations."
This time Remus meant it.
Mostly.
Sirius' expression softened immediately.
"Thanks."
Remus hated how much it hurt. Because they had only just reconnected. Barely. In passing. In a coffee shop in London.
Whatever feelings had surged back to life the moment he'd seen Sirius again were entirely his own problem.
Five years ago, Sirius had apologized.
Five years ago, Remus had told him to leave.
And Sirius had listened.
He had no right to be jealous now.
"I'll send you an owl with the details," Sirius said.
Remus nodded.
"Alright. Sounds good."
For a moment they simply looked at one another.
Five years condensed into a silence neither seemed entirely sure how to fill.
Then Sirius smiled, a small one this time. Less confident than before.
"It was good to see you, Remus."
Something in his chest tightened.
"It was good to see you too."
Sirius lingered for a second as though he wanted to say something else. Then he nodded once and headed for the door.
The bell chimed softly overhead as he left.
Remus remained at the table long after he'd gone. His coffee had gone cold.
Outside, people moved along the pavement, umbrellas bobbing through the drizzle.
Five years ago, Remus had told Sirius Black he never wanted to see him again.
Now, he found himself wondering what he was going to wear to his housewarming party.
MUGGLE AU REMUS WHO IS COVERED IN ACNE SCARS
can sirius be a little insane
People may think that the Black brothers were bad drivers, but Sirius was actually a very good driver. Followed the speed limit, used the indicator and everything.
Why? He had Remus, Peter, and Lily teaching him after he ran away (Not James. Don't trust that man behind the wheel, he gets distracted too easily)
Regulus, though? Regulus had Barty.
Happy Pride Month everyone!!!!
Every Marauders post for this month will have lgbt as a tag so u guys can see the super cute animation of like!!!
nah I think we should really stop glorifying cigarettes
you sound boring.
You sound like you’ve never had the scent of cigarette smoke ingrained in your clothes to the point where people in middle school thought you smoked at eleven because your parents couldn’t be bothered to go outside. You sound like you’ve never had your mother flick cigarette ashes out of the car window and have them fly into your face. You sound like you’ve never been kept up at night by the sound of your dad hacking up a lung because he has to get up for his midnight smoke. You sound like you’ve never had to run into a convenience store to get your mother cigarettes as soon as you turned eighteen and cringed at touching the box because you know they’re not only killers but government sanctioned killers because they can not only tax the shit out of them but ensure people buy more at the cost of young lungs and a once beautiful home now plagued with the smell of smoke and ash. You sound like you’ve never had a great grandmother who stopped smoking 30 years before her death who still got lung cancer and subsequently died. You sound like a Fucking ignoramus. Smoking isn’t Fucking cool, it isn’t fun to glorify, it’s disgusting and makes not only you but your children smell bad. Makes not only you but your children cough, get cancer, get sick.
You sound like a Fucking moron. Smoking isn’t cool. Grow the Fuck up.
marlene and sirius on a date, both in the closet:
marlene: *silence*
sirius: *more silence*
marlene: *even more silence*
marlene: I'm a lesbian
sirius: oh thank God, im gay
marlene: friends?
sirius: friends.
(after the severus & lily friendship breakup)
marlene: fuck him you deserve better anyways!
mary: he was such a dick to you!
pandora: his karmic debt will catch up to him in his next life. he will be born as a cricket for 2 weeks and then get fed to someone’s gecko.
mary:
mary: that too
