True Bestie

and gays with duolingo

James: everything's gonna be just fine! It's just a crush--

Lily: hey James!

James: I love you.

i drew dorcas

have some jily because jily

and because i havent posted in a million years

remus lupin and poppy pomfrey had a special kind of a relationship. the closest resemblance to it would have been mother and son, both nurtureres, taking care of each other, although in different ways.

when she saw him for the first time, she knew that, deep within him, deep within the shell of a 'monster', that had been created around him, there was a little boy who needed to be understood and taken care of.

and that's what she did. every single full moon she'd come after him and tend to his wounds as well as she could, and when she saw him smiling in his sleep, she knew she had done her job right.

she loved remus. such a bright, charismatic young man that some people would reduce to just the wolf, who was so utterly different from what he truly was.

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and now he was older, but just a little bit. so was she.

bruised and battered, both of them were, but remus was still the heart of a teenager in the body of an adult.

he was just another kid that had to grow up too fast, just like the kids around them were. kids that had to fight so that they and their families would get out of the war alive.

when she saw him she jumped into his arms; his name falling off her lips.

"you're safe, remus! you're still alive!" she hugged him tightly, just like his mother would have.

"i'm paying you back." remus said quietly, a smile on his face.

and they fought antonin dolohov side by side, wands in their hands, determination on their face, just like they once did in a dark alleyway in london. the two of them, quite the pair, some would say.

green flashed before poppy's eyes and remus' body fell at her feet, limp.

her world shattered. she saw dolohov running outside, looking for someone, she presumed.

he had been only thirty-eight. the boy that she had taken care of, every single month, was now dead. the young boy with a scar across his nose that had turned into a caring young man was now gone.

remus' turn had come, and hogwarts' children died one by one.

do you ever just want to restart something and say screw it within the next five minutes

!!!

I’m not going to say it again: #marauders era deserves to win first place.

WE ARE STARTING A REVOLUTION

PRO OTTERS WITH CAPS

LIKE TO HELP US

THE OTTERS WANT TO WIN THE WAR

1 like- 1% chance that the otters win

Remus: I have an empty notebook and I have no idea what to put in. Any suggestion?

James: Put spaghetti in it.

Remus: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone excepting you.

Sirius: put spaghetti in it.

Remus: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone exceptin----

Peter: put spaghetti in it

Remus: I am currentl---

James: put spaghetti in it.

Remus: I am no longer taking suggestions.

i am gONNA STRANGLE YOU JAMIE

note: this is heavily inspired by Unwell, i do suggest checking it out as it’s great. it’s angsty, as you all deserve to go through pain jk jk it apparently like it? this thing is gonna be super short and i’m gonna write it only because a scenario came in my head last evening. i’m gonna tag @krisdrinkstea because I KNOW you love angst xD. i’m also tagging @amazingmarauders even though i am mad at them because they are a little shit every day 💖

note 2: while i do believe lyall fUCKED UP BADLY, he did eventually sort of,, sorted it out? remus and lyall are not as close and hope and remus (it’s quite impossible honestly) but lyall tries so hard because of specific reasons, but especially this one (1) reason that i might or might not share it with the ones that are interested (👀), although i am almost absolutely sure no one wants to know. both lyall and remus look up to each other and their relationship is something i would like to write and discuss more in the future because it’s an interested and not discussed topic. i did a video on it already (which is also a face reveal), you can check it out here!

in the lupin cottage, in lyall’s study, the man was pacing up and down, still thinking about what he did. despite it being around what, two, three weeks, his mind was always running to the little kid of whose life he ruined.

he heard footsteps and he, by instinct, grabbed his wand. looking in the doorway he saw his little son, dressed in something that looked like lyall’s jumper and his cheeks were stained with tears.

“mummy’s crying“ remus looked at lyall, and the hurt on his face was absolutely obvious. “is she crying because of me?“

lyall’s heart broke a the sight of his son like that. it was all his fault. he tore his family apart. remus looked on the desk and he saw lupine lawlessness: why lycanthropes don’t deserve to live and a pamphlet about a camp where you could send young werewolves (cough cough the fic above cough). tears welled in remus’ eyes.

“do you want to send me away?“ remus asked, looking up to his dad, tears prickling his eyes.

lyall picket the pamphlet up and tore it to pieces.

“fy mab (my son), you’re not going anywhere. you’re the same kind, sweet, smart boy and you’ll stay with us. me and mam still love you, ok? both of us love you and neither wants to get rid of you.“ he kissed the top of remus head.

hope appeared in the door, wiping a tear away.

“annwyl (darling), why aren’t you in bed?“ hope looked at mini lyall (jamie wtf), ignoring her husband.

“i heard- heard you crying.“ remus hiccupped.

“oh cariad (sweetheart), mommy’s ok, yeah? come on, why don’t you sleep with me this night?“ hope asked and held her hand out.

remus looked at his mom’s hand, probably thinking if he should grab it. he decided to do so, and they left, after hope shot lyall one last poisonous glance for hurting her son.

after they left, lyall sat down with his head in his hands and sighed.