Remus: Imagine someone willingly giving you the bigger piece of a chocolate

Remus: I’d marry them

Marauders’ reactions to being unable to find their pajama pants:

Peter: wears regular comfy pants instead

Remus: sleeps in pants he was wearing before because he’s too tired to give a f*ck

Lily:steals James'pajamas looks for them or new ones around the house

James & Sirius:ᵖⁿTˢ ᵃʳǝ ᵒᵖᵗiᵒᵃˡ

*on an airplane*

Pilot: we are about to take off, make sure all small items are secured and tight

Remus: you secured pads?

Sirius: once we get off this plane I will freaking murder you

Remus: let’s play would you rather

Sirius:alright

Remus: mmh oki I got it, would you rather kiss me or-

Sirius: kiss you

Remus: but I didnt fin-

Sirius *aggressively*: KISS YOU

Sirius: Hey babe, do you have any hobbies?

Remus:Swimming..

Sirius:Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to-

Remus: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Sirius: *concerned noises*

lupin: let’s bury the hatchet, severus.

snape:no, i will not be burying any hatchet. unless i get a clear shot to your groin!

snape:could you please stop insulting remus? his life is pathetic enough without you.

snape, to lupin: don’t say i never defend you.

lupin:can i say you never defend me well?

Gryffindor: Generation Why - “We are the worthless, cursed with too much time We’ll get into trouble and we’ll lose our minds.”

Hufflepuff: Grow - “Familiar sounds
The lake holds all our secrets
Nostalgia bound
Yeah I’ll take my time evolving
Dreaming of phone calls
You knew all along
The way we joked till we laughed our tails off”

Ravenclaw: Idle Town - “I never learned anybody’s name
We all vowed that we wouldn’t stay
Kissing signs on the interstate
All we do for now is sit and wait”

Slytherin: Crush Culture - “I don’t care what you’re saying
I don’t wanna participate in your game of manipulation 
And no I don’t want your sympathy, all this love is suffocating
Just let me be sad and lonely
‘Cause
Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
I know what you’re doing, tryna get me to pursue ya”

Gryffindor: High-waisted jeans with a matching jean jacket, High top/colorful Chuck Taylor’s, Super teased hair with feathery bangs

Ravenclaw: Cute business casual outfit (shoulder-padded jacket on top of some jeans), teased hair pulled back with a scrunchi

Hufflepuff: Dope leg warmers, Crazy neon/bright off the shoulder sweaters and yoga pants, Side ponytail

Slytherin: Bold power suit (shoulder pads and all, super intimidating), Hair still teased but more business-like

Gryffindor: Thriller - Michael Jackson (always does the deep voice narration with a perfectly straight face)

Ravenclaw: Time Warp -Rocky Horror Picture Show (knows all the moves)

Hufflepuff: Ghostbusters - Ghostbusters (best air guitar ever)

Slytherin: This is Halloween -Nightmare Before Christmas (high-key knows the whole song)

Gryffindor: pulling pranks on all the other houses, going to haunted houses, dressing in the scariest thing they can find or the sexiest (no in between), digs into the candy with no remorse, always gets super hype for goody bags or full-size candy

Ravenclaw: meme costumes, knowing random facts about Halloween, best Horror Movies (Blair Witch Project, Scream, Halloween, Bates Motel), maps out the best route for trick or treating, sorts out candy the second they get home, dresses up any pets in ridiculous costumes

Hufflepuff: trick or treating with a group of friends, carving pumpkins, making the cutest Halloween treats, wearing the cute costumes, watching Halloween movie classics (Nightmare Before Christmas, Coraline, Ghostbusters, Corpse Bride), eats their candy as they walk

Slytherin: throwing the most bomb Halloween parties, dressing in stunning costumes, best Halloween playlist, coolest decorations (kinda goes with their dungeon), lowkey loves giving the kids candy, loves to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show with the whole house acting as the audience

I just remembered the day I went to a con, cosplaying a generical slytherin student.

Me and my friend found an Harry Potter themed escape room, so we decided to give it a truly. Let me just say, the most iconic part where the people running it, cosplaying the teachers. They were so in-character that it gave me chills.

Dumbledore was at the cash register. The most friendly, I jokingly asked if they accepted muggle money and he smiled at me saying that for this time it was alright.

McGonagall was the guide to our first task, beautiful and cool, majestically explaining us the rules of the escape room.

First room was Snape potion class. Let me just say one thing. I was wearing a Slytherin robe and I thought it would make him glad, but he managed to give me actual chills. He would scold us whenever we got something wrong trying to solve the riddle, treating us like actual students. I was thinking like “Sir, I’m your fucking house, chill” Now I can imagine how it would be to meet him in hogwarts, and I don’t like it. Respect for the boy cosplaying him.

I don’t remember every teacher, but I do remember the last one in the room. The guy playing professor Lupin made me feel at ease in the room, after Snape’s chilling performance, and encouraged us to solve the riddle with a calm and friendly smile. I loved every second of it, so much that when we ran out of time just before the last task, we did it again (Dumbledore complimented us for our determination)

But you know what the best part was? A family tried it before we entered the second time. They had a little kid. When he saw Snape, he started crying. And this is how much in-character he was.

remus: would you like to stay for dinner?

hope: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

babe, are you mentally stable again? you’ve barely touched your 500k angsty fic about dead gay wizards…

remus turned the tap on, the familiar warm water washing over him.

the sink over which he cut his hair short for the first time, the bathtub in which he lied awake and thanked the heavens above that, even after all that he had gone through, he was still alive, the window where he used to smoke with sirius; it was all painfully alive, overwhelming, being in his natal home again.

from the small bathtub, he could look in the mirror hung up on the wall and, for a second, he saw an old him smiling back. a young boy with big curls of dark hair and a raw mischievousness in him, something that remus resented him for, being able to be so happy, without knowing what the destiny had already prepared for you long ago.

he felt his late mother’s presence there. he breathed the air she once breathed, he could remember her, oh so vividly, now that he was there again. she was still watching over him; she promised she would; that night played over and over in his head again, how he packed her stuff and waited in the hospital room for hours, all alone, until one of them came out and gave hope’s son the news.

she had passed away.

remus sighed. she probably would have been disappointed if she saw where he had ended and where he would have continued to be if it wasn’t for lyall. homeless, addicted.

remus sighed. he wasn’t much of a wrongdoer but god, did he need to wash his sins away.

it had all been an illusion.

many people knew what it felt like to fall in love with sirius black. falling in love with a grin, an only dimple on the right cheek, eyes of mercury gray, and royal eyelashes. falling in love with the courage of a tiger and the heart of a lion. falling in love with the love for the earth’s soil and the fire’s flames.

they’d all fall in love quickly. they never recognized it, until it was too late, and there was no way to surrender from it anymore. they’d stare from afar, their heart shattering. a comparison to the artists’ hanahaki disease, if you will, but it was silent. it always was.

remus thought it would be different for them, though. declarations of undying love over one single cigarette shared in the astronomy tower, feeling the taste of each other’s lips in their mouth, almost addicting. words gasped rushedly in the dead of the night when they thought they wouldn’t find the day of tomorrow and that those words, those words, were the last things that could keep their broken pieces together.

it had been real love, remus thought. maybe his love for sirius would not end tragically. maybe they wouldn’t be just another two actors, playing their play until the end and the curtain draws shut.

but he’d realize bitterly one night, all alone, that it had all been something to fill the little time they had left with each other. sirius never really loved him. it was just another fling, remus would call it, because it wasn’t love. or so, his broken heart thought. or so, his loneliness whispered in his ear. or so, he’d let his thoughts consume him whole.

“we’ll change the world! and we’re always going to stick together, because we are the marauders, right?”

and they always would be.

was remus lupin really the moon? sirius black asked themselves as they watched their lover, teeth bared to the world in a grin full of love.

his eyes, amber, glowed the sun’s golden in its light, his curls reflecting the rays of sunshine.

how could remus lupin be the moon, when he lit up the world so divine, that people would be blinded by the beauty that he gave the world?

sirius black would love every crater, every mark, every hole, of anything remus lupin would ever be, be it the moon to match the stars or the sun, another star, but one of revival, the dawn of an era and the dusk of another.

it’d be just the two of them, in their own galaxy.

and neither the stars nor the moon would ever shine quite as brightly as remus lupin did.

diversity wins! the escaped convict who was imprisoned for murder and your teacher are gay and married!