@madefortherain thanks for the tag love!
here’s a bit of lotf ch 4! getting a bit more into remus’s disability this chapter (:
It’s a bit embarrassing how well she knows him and his flare-ups by now—the kind of knowledge that only comes from seeing him at his lowest time and time again, helping him through it time and time again. But stronger than the shame is the warm glow of being loved, the reminder of how many times he’s crashed serving equally as a reminder that she’s stayed every single time. That through the passing phases of boyfriends and girlfriends and platonic friends, Lily is the one person who has never left his side.
cannot for the life of me remember who has already joined so apologies if any of you have already! but np tagging @1ftinreality @languagelessonswolfstar @brandileigh2003
remus lupin with his large brown eyes and long, light brown eyelashes that rest on his freckled cheeks as he naps with his head on sirius' chest who has his arm around remus' waist to hold him to close to him SEND TWEET
i wear my green cardigan and start thinking I'm Remus Lupin reincarnate
sirius saw remus was in his lighter coloured sweater today, and when he told him he liked it, remus smiled and said he wore it because the weather has been nice lately and the sun was so bright today he wanted to match it :) and sirius wanted to die because remus is so cute to him that he must collapse and die
sometimes i get kinda sad that my tumblr is like 98% reblogs and the other 2% is just when i post a fic but literally i do not know what to say here hldjsbfkkd i just never know what to say!!!!
Happy Passover!
i think it would be sirius' personal mission to make remus look less like one strong gust of wind could finish him off. which means sirius always made a point of sitting next to remus during meals in the great hall. remus would often pick at his food because his appetite was ruined by the toll of his monthly transformations. sirius would pile remus’s plate high with everything he thought the boy needed—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, treacle tart, you name it, it's on remus' plate, and then threaten (affectionately) to feed him himself if he didn't start getting on with it. james would 100% back him at this endeavour as a certifiably insane mother hen ♡
sirius: we NEED to put some meat on all those bones! i can almost see through you!
remus: it sounds like you're trying to fatten me up like a sacrificial lamb, black *shoves some more mashed potatoes in his mouth*