Is Lorde gonna finally release another album, bc I think need a three month notice to mentally prepare for that crash out
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remus grew up in a very hands-on at the kitchen family. they were fortunate enough to be able to afford many exotic ingredients and different spices. the lupins are "try it all once and give foods a chance" people, so their stove is always simmering something and their cookbook is a treasure.
fast-forward to when remus began dating regulus and finds his only flaw: that boy won't eat. regulus is so scared of trying new foods and eats the same meals every single day. remus won't have none of that.
so the "expand my boyfriend taste palette starts" project starts! remus spends hours on hours at their shared kitchen, facetiming his mom and creating a curated new dietary plan for reg. every plate is extensively thought about, made for experimenting new flavors and supplying all needed nutrients.
regulus is scared to death but soon realizes everything his boyfriend cooks is heavenly. he buys remus a large recipes binder and makes sure to write all the ingredients and steps down while remus cooks, so they can preserve all his recipes for their future children.
(regulus adds a cute description to every recipe. the sweets are usually described as "as sweet as the chef's kiss" or "felt like a warming hug".)
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developing solution - @moonchaser-microfic - wc: 955
Developing Solution: a potion that is used in developing wizard photos, to make them move.
Remus didn’t mean to get so into Muggle Studies.
It started off as a scheduling thing—he had too many awkward gaps between Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts and needed to plug them with something. Muggle Studies was available, and it was either that or spend two hours pretending not to nap in the library.
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Obviously Moonwater have their fair share of trauma, but tonight I’m thinking about the steps they’d take to take care of each other. Like I think they’d keep therapy journals for each other? (They’re both in therapy of course. Individually and occasionally together) like they’d keep a list of their different triggers and ways to make them feel safe and everything.
Like I think Regulus would be triggered by parents yelling at their kids in public (I’m projecting but whatever) and so Remus would carry around noise cancelling headphones for him. And he’d know that what Regulus needs in that moment is to be held and feel loved.
Remus would be triggered by prolonged silence and being alone in the dark- specifically at night. Greyback attacked him in the middle of the night, and I can only imagine that he’s constantly stuck in a state of over awareness (especially because he has heightened senses) so he’d constantly be on edge, always listening. When he isn’t able to hear anything I think that’d freak him out. Any sort of sensory deprivation freaks him out. Regulus will always make small noises when it’s too quiet, sometimes humming or singing, etc.
I think Reg has always been very quiet, like the type of person to sneak up on you (thanks to his upbringing) but he’d walk around and be sure to make noise around Remus so he’s always aware of him and what he’s up to. He never surprises him or leaves him by himself in the dark. They always sleep with a nightlight.
Idk if anybody else has any headcanons related to this let me know! I have so many swimming around in my head.
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moonwater crushing on each other for years, and they are unable to flirt the normal way, but keep making the other fall in love by always trying to give the "better part of life" or making it easier
Regulus choosing an apartment complex with a lift, or on the ground floor so Remus doesn't struggle with stairs IF he ever visits
Remus choosing specific fabrics for clothes because Reg struggles with some and what if he has to lend him a sweater?
Regulus always giving Rem the cup with slightly more hot chocolate / tea when they order the same
Remus putting an extra piece of clothing (scarf, mittens) on his bag because Regulus is always cold
Regulus buying books in specific paper/font/format in general because Rem prefers it and they always share
They once had a fight over trying to give the other the bigger part of a chocolate bar and their friends /violently/ wanted to push them into a kiss
this was inspired by "i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. shall i part my hair behind? do i dare to eat a peach?" (diamondmeadows, https://archiveofourown.org/works/61148488 ) on A03 and a TikTok I watched a LONG time ago
just cried over my own post
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everytime remus gets too overwhelmed with his academic research, writing essays or working (with life!!! life is overwhelming) he allows himself to read contemporary romcoms.
the ali hazelwood, emily henry and tessa bailey type stories. where the male protagonist is so huge it's almost bizarre and the female protagonist pretends not to fall in love with him (while lots of steamy sex happens).
he devours this books. i'm talking 400 pages in a couple hours. his brain shuts down and he lets himself enjoy the useless entertainment — giggling and blushing. but he would never, EVER, admit to reading this books.
the only exception is, of course, regulus. who smiles a secretive smile when he notices the book cover on remus hand, and lets him alone for a few hours. regulus knows that when he's done remus will jump on his lap and say "that was so hot" while retelling the entire book plot.
it's regulus favorite day of the month.
The whispers start the moment Regulus Black steps off the private jet at Heathrow.
After a decade of self-imposed exile, designing for avant-garde houses in Tokyo, living in obscurity in Berlin and then in New York. Dressed head-to-toe in matte black, signature silver rings gleaming on his fingers, the new head of La Maison Black has arrived to claim his legacy. The fashion world holds its breath as everyone wonders if the heir will keep up with the signature classic elegance that has been known for generations as the house of Black's motto, sharp lines and silhouettes.
Enter Remus Lupin.
Soft-mouthed, sharp-eyed, golden-skinned Remus Lupin, the modeling world’s newest obsession. Walked for Saint Laurent in Paris. Closed for Dior. Photographed by every major house. He’s got that particular kind of beauty that looks like it shouldn’t belong to this world, and yet here he is. A little rough around the edges. A little quiet. A little wolfish.
He meets him backstage after the after-party of a Valentino show for the first time, Shirt barely holding itself together, linen clinging damp to golden skin, only one stubborn button fastened like even he didn’t care enough to finish dressing properly. Loose black jeans hanging low on sharp hips. Barefoot, for god's sake. There’s a pale silver scar slashing his abdomen. His head is thrown back in laughter at something a beautiful redhead whispers in his ears from where she is draped over him like a cat, his fingers skimming across her bare pale thighs.
Mine, Regulus' first thought is at seeing him. That's how Remus lupin wakes up booked to close the show for La Maison Black's comeback show at Paris fashion week.
Remus shows up late for his first fitting, hair damp from the rain, sweater far too oversized, book tucked under one arm like this is some library appointment and not the House of Black fitting room where entire careers are made or destroyed.
And Regulus, seated like a king in black-on-black tailoring, hands steepled, eyes razor-sharp, should be irritated, but instead he's watching the slow, lazy way Remus peels that awful jumper off, dragging it over his head, all long arms and rumpled hair and golden skin underneath. The faint shadow of a scar just below his ribs. A line Regulus wants, irrationally, to trace with reverent fingers. As he opens the button for his oversized jeans and slides them down in a flash, the way models are used to do in a room full of people as the atelier assistant hands over the look, a sheer black shirt and silk trousers, all sharp angles and floating fabric, ethereal in the way it should float over the body.
Regulus sends out the assistant, because no one has the right to see him like that, and it is Regulus’ hands, not anyone else's that adjust the collar. Lets those cool, silver-ringed fingers brush the bare line of his throat. The hollow of his collarbone.
"Arms up," Regulus says, low.
The shirt slides over him like a second skin.
Remus obeys, slow, without breaking eye contact. Regulus steps in closer. Too close. Tugs at the hem. Adjusts the drape of the fabric across Remus' narrow waist.
It is also Regulus who rips the offending fabric after the end of the show, Remus sprawled on his bed, pupils blown wide as he waits for Regulus' instructions.
Regulus peels him apart like a secret. Like he’s waited years to see him like this.
"You will wear what I make," Regulus says, rough, reverent, "mine." Dragging silk and lace from Remus’ skin like it's just another barrier to destroy.
Remus looks up at him, flushed, wrecked, so goddamn gone for him, and smiles, all teeth.
"Then you'd better keep making more."
It's no one's business if Remus Lupin becomes the face of La Maison Black six months afterwards.
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fuck it, moonwater! your brother's strange nerdy awkward weird sick best friend has no business being this hot
also sorry but regulus is so loser coded
You don't know the perils of one, having your scientific/academic brain think in your 2nd language (French) , and second, your artistic/creative brain think in your 3rd spoken language (aka English). Like that's double the colonisation.
When I speak in my mother tongue I remember that oh, I haven't had a thought in said language in way too much time, and I start outright panicking about the fact that my ancestors who fought for freedom would be rolling in their grave
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when his doctor strongly advised (prohibited) him from driving due to his condition, remus felt very sad. being incapable of driving a car in his early 20s was like being invalidated and weakened in a whole new way.
but, now, dating regulus it doesn't feel so bad. he mastered the art of being a passenger princess. he has extensive playlists to match with their mood (they're sorted by title, feelings and colors — he makes a new one for every road trip!), he became very good with maps and instructions, his car seat is always heated at the right temperature and is always a good excuse to admire regulus' long fingers at the steering wheel.
regulus knows it's all a bit complicated for remus, so he makes the experience the most enjoyable as he can. there's a new jellycat waiting for remus at the seat every few months, his book of the week is always at the glove box, he never has to open the car door and putting on his seat belt for him is a hell of a good excuse to kiss remus.
they do enjoy driving together.
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moonchaser wedding with James singing Dream Lover to Remus
Every night I hope and pray A dream lover will come my way A [boy] to hold in my arms And know the magic of [his] charms
Dancing around Remus, he's recreating everything the song describes, almost falling to his knees while hugging himself dramatically
Cause I want A [boy] To call My own I want a dream lover So I don't have to dream alone
And he's pointing at Remus in every pause, making eye contact with the people right in front of them(their family, friends). Holds his hand during "don't have to dream alone" and his smile widens as Remus' cheeks redden
Someday, I don't know how I hope he'll hear my plea Some way, I don't know how He'll bring his love to me
He's absolutely BEGGING instead of singing this part, only lets Remus' hand go to move his own around during "he'll bring his love to me" making his new ring the protagonist on the screen (wedding? it's actually a private concert! )
Please don't make me dream alone I beg you don't make me dream alone No, I don't wanna dream alone
By this point the song has slowed down enough for them to slow dance
James' love has always been bright and tonight he's lighting up the entire night sky with it while holding the moon
They have my heart