Remus: There Are Three Ways To Do Things: The Right Way, The Wrong Way And The Sirius Way.

'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)

My Remus Lupin Headcanons:

loves classic literature

always takes a book with him wherever he goes

a lot more sensitive than he lets on

sticks little notes into his books

and they’re filled with wonderful, witty metaphors explaining his thinking and also fabulous insights, not just about the stories themselves, but also the nature of reading and writing

black tea fanatic

has a “secret” diary and writes every moment he has with sirius in it bc he wants to remember all of it. first date, first surprise, first trip together, first anniversary etc. he writes down all of it and doesn’t miss any parts

the quietest marauder, but he’s also the one with the quickest, wittiest remarks and comebacks

muggle books. so many of them. in drawers, underneath his bed. he loves the way muggles describe everything with so much beauty and depth

favorite holiday is christmas and he’s the best at giving gifts bc really listens and takes into consideration what would make the ones he loves smile

issues with anxiety and depression

soft spot for lily (platonic soulmates)

makes all his bookmarks by himself and each one is individual

sirius going to azkaban, the “betrayal” of james and lily was soul shattering for him. he spents months remembering everything sirius said to him and wondered if it all been an act. the hugs, the compassion, the kisses and the love

libraries and bookstores are his safe haven and bring him comfort

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.

the first wizarding war: Regulus Arcturus Black’s death, 1979

To the Dark Lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. 

Sirius Black: You love me, right, Moony?

Remus Lupin: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

okay but hear me out:

In first year Remus never told anyone when his birthday was

The marauders made a big fuss on birthdays

Until Sirius asked McGonnagal

She told them because they were super annoying

Remus wakes up on his birthday thinking it would be a normal day

Instead wakes up to his friends holding balloons, gifts and a sign that said “Happy Birthday Remu”

They blamed James

Remus was utterly shocked at his friends

Tries convincing them today is not his birthday and they shouldn’t celebrate

“Nonsense. This is gonna be LEGENDARY”

They sing him happy birthday in the Great Hall too

And whenever they come into each other in the halls

And at dinner

To end the day they sneak out past midnight to the astrology tower

They gift Remus a cake (It said again “Remu”)

Remus goes to bed so happy because he has the best friends ever

“I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them… that’s him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.”

Remus read Pride and Prejudice and fell in love with both Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

Tell me i'm wrong,

you can't cuz i'm right.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

"toujours pur"