I Know I Will Be Dead Long Before You Read This But I Want You To Know That It Was I Who Discovered Your

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.

you’re so pretty!

aww tysm :(

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"The sense of me" by Mud Flow & "Patterns" by Matthew and Me (I couldn’t choose) ♡

Forget regular presents. I’m waiting for the day someone gives me their favorite book annotated with all their thoughts and ideas.

Remus, reading his book: this story is so stupid, *mockingly* tHeReS oNlY oNe BeD¡!¡

Remus: *turns the book around to see the picture of the author on the back* you just wanted them to fuck, you little shit

Remus: *gets up to get more tea*

Sirius: *picks up the book and skims through the smut* oh wow

Sirius: Incendio!

Sirius: OH NO MOONY THERE'S ONLY ONE BED!

Sirius Gives Remus his Leather Jacket, Remus Falls in Love

Remus always knew he was destined to fall in love with Sirius, but it isn’t until he wears a certain leather jacket does his heart finally explode. Requested by @stubborn-angels!

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He didn’t know when he was going to fall in love, or how, but from the very first moment they met on the train during their first year, Remus knew that someday, some way, he was going to fall in love with Sirius Black.

Remus waited patiently, spending plenty of nights in the library with Sirius sitting across from him, wondering if it might happen then. If their knees would brush and he would feel the air change, or maybe when Remus tried to reach for a book and Sirius had to help him, because in those early days, Sirius was the tall one.

He dreamed that maybe they would fall in love at a Quidditch game, cheering wildly as Gryffindor won the House Cup, so overwhelmed by their emotions that they hugged each other and never let go.

But it wasn’t until Remus was left stranded in the rain one afternoon in Hogsmeade, huddled together under a short overhang waiting for the sudden deluge to slow so they could run back to the castle, did he finally feel that bolt of lightning electrifying his veins.

“It was literally sunny five minutes ago,” Sirius frowned, wiping off the spots of water from his leather jacket. The thrill of finally having his very own jacket hadn’t quite worn off yet, even though the leather was already a bit stained and still smelled like the thrift shop.

“I told you I hear thunder earlier,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. Leave it to the rain to ruin his perfect day alone with Sirius, James having run off earlier to chase after Lily.

“Are you cold?” Sirius asked, glancing at the swath of goosebumps rising on Remus’ skin.

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James: Evans!

Lily: Potter.

James: Evans.

Lily: Potter!! and that’s my final word!!

James: Evans!!!

Sirius: Why the hell are they shouting each other's last names?

Remus: (without looking up from his book) They're fighting over which one to use when they get married.

Remus: Honestly people should just fuck off

Remus: But not Sirius tho. Sirius is the one exception

Remus:

Remus: So is this the moment when I realize I'm hopelessly in love with him

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