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blackmarauder ([personal profile] alwaysimpure) wrote2016-05-08 06:26 pm

Marauders Reloaded

I thought of the most stupid title and choose to proudly embrace it.

Assorted threads here.
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[personal profile] lycanthropy101 2016-07-19 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Remus isn't bothered at all by the sprawling across his lap, he isn't bothered by the theatrics, he isn't even bothered by the nose bopping. He's more concerned with Sirius' stories of the cruelties he'd endured for the rest of the summer. And they had been that, cruelties. He tries to imagine the vivacious young man before him being treated in such a way -- being forced to accept being treated in such a way -- and he really can't picture it. He can't imagine what he would have done in Sirius' shoes, he can't imagine how Sirius can stay himself through all of that, he...

He realizes he's thinking too hard and that Sirius will call him out on it if he's not too careful, so he shakes himself out of it as best he can, shaking his head down at Sirius as he reaches to run his fingers through the other boy's hair. Stroking him not unlike he might do for Padfoot himself as he gathers his thoughts. "I wrote," he replies, because he did. Weekly at that, in hopes that maybe one of them had gone through. Apparently not.

He shrugs slightly. "Not about anything all that exciting. Probably more exciting than the weather, I suppose. No wenches in my letters, though. Really they were only the recounting of my boring days in the country, reading my boring books and missing you." He shrugs again. "It was an awfully quiet summer without you, Pads." He doesn't say that he'd been worried, but it's probably there on his face. Especially since Sirius is close enough to be able to notice such things.
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[personal profile] lycanthropy101 2016-07-30 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Remus keeps his face neutral at the sight of it although his eyes are sad. He is sad. And incredibly angry. Angry at Sirius' parents for being foolish enough to think that such a trick might work on such a stubborn boy as this. Angry at the cruelty of the spell itself -- Sirius will never be rid of that scar, not with the age that it is. And angry at the words of it. Toujours Pur. They had no right.

He doesn't verbally acknowledge the cruelty of the mark. What is there to say? What's done is done and Sirius doesn't like to be coddled. What he needs, Remus knows, as much as the care, is the affection. The attention. Things that his family probably never gave him. Things he's more than certain Sirius wanted from them, still wants in some ways, more than anything. Remus can't change their minds for them. He can't make them see what a mistake they have made in not believing in Sirius. But he can do it for them.

He reaches out to trace his fingers around the edge of the motto before he forces himself to take a deep breath and rest his hand flat on Sirius' shoulder. "I think I have some cream that might help with this," he says, softly. "If you don't mind the smell of it..."
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[personal profile] lycanthropy101 2016-08-26 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Remus frowns at the thought of it. Cutting it out to be rid of the words, he's fairly certain that Sirius isn't joking about that. Not completely, at least. And it would be one way to get rid of the phrase complete. A sort of cathartic release of sorts as well. But that doesn't excuse the fact that Sirius is suggesting he take -- what? -- a knife to himself and purposely injure himself worse to be rid of it. He understands where he's coming from and he understands why, that he might even be better of doing so, but that doesn't make the reality of it any less terrible.

"We can sort it out later," he suggests. "When we're back at school." Because whatever Sirius might plan to do, it's not something they want to be doing on the train. Not when medical assistance, Madame Pomfrey and the infirmary are still hours away yet. And if he's set on doing something stupid then Remus wants to at least be secure in the knowledge that he can get him to help, should he need it.

It should be noted, however, that he hasn't tried to convince him out of anything. And even used the word 'we'. He'll keep Sirius' secret for as long as necessary -- for he knows this is a secret just for him. Sure, the other boy might let James in on it as well, but there's some part of Remus that's selfishly glad in the knowledge that he had come to him first.
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[personal profile] lycanthropy101 2016-09-11 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Remus flickers something of a smile at the other boy at that image. He's fairly certain that regardless of how much Sirius eats, and how much he regrets eating that much, his seemingly magical metabolism will take care of it and he'll look just as infuriatingly good as he always does. Still. He can't resist a little rub.

"Careful you don't ruin your girlish figure, Pads," he says, before sitting closer once more. "Though I suppose you can afford it this time. You could do with a little more meat on you. Especially if you're planning to go parading about half-naked as you say."
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[personal profile] lycanthropy101 2016-09-25 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Remus shoots the other boy a withering glance. Does he remember young love? Who does James think he is? James himself?

"Hello to you too, James," he replies in turn, though he does as any good friend might and leans into the arm around his shoulders. James is a good mate, after all. Even if he's got his head in the clouds sometimes, and up his own arse at others.

"The pair of you certainly took your time finding us," he comments, not that he's complaining. He'd welcomed his moment of solitude with Sirius, but he can see that it's done now. "We were thinking we might need to send out a search party pretty soon."