#Chat: Remus

[xmadnesswithin]

“ don’t do anything stupid till i get back. “

@rxmusjlupin

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." He smirked leaning in the doorway of Remus's home. The smile faded slightly as he surveyed him. "Just be careful, okay?" The last time he'd left, he'd come home with the stuffing knocked out of him. Sirius had made it clear he didn't like the idea of him going alone again, but in the end he'd backed down. He couldn't force Remus to take him along, and it was only by the other man's kindness that he was allowed to stay here at all.

He suspected he had another reason for not wanting him to see the neighboring town, though he could only guess what it might be. Secret wife? Part of a Muggle gang? A whole second safehouse tucked away? He'd never come near the truth, but as it happened, Sirius had a plan. He gave Remus a quarter hour's head start and then headed for the gate himself, waiting until he was out of range of the cameras to put a powerful Disillusionment charm on himself. From there, he only had to pick up his trail. Remus wasn't going alone this time whether he liked it or not.

[siriusbpadfoot]

"Well what are you doing with your eyes closed?" Sirius complained, jostling as he pulled back. He tried the door, turning back to Remus when he realised it was close. "Open the door would you, mate? I'm dying for a piss," he groaned, nodding towards the door. "I promise not to touch a single book, " he said with a cheeky grin. "And if you're quick I'll even buy you a pint after."

location: outside flourish and blott's. who: open.

It had been a long day at the bookshop. It felt like time had inched by. Normally Remus wouldn't mind because he could entertain himself but there was something about the day that made him ready to leave, although he didn't want to go out into the freezing cold.

He finally was able to close up the store. As he turned around to lock the door it suddenly started snowing. He spun slowly and snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was then that he felt someone run into him. His eyes opened quickly and he reached forward to grab the person. "Careful there!"

[blackcatsandlockets]

Remus: *sneezes*

Regulus: Bless you.

Pandora: *sneezes*

Regulus: Dora are you okay? Are you sick? *takes off his jacket* Here take my jacket. Do you want a blanket? Soup? Medication?

Sirius: *sneezes*

Regulus: Shut the fuck up.

[siriuscollar]

[ttroubledwaters]

moonrose who bond over the fact theyre both deeply in love with their hypersexual best friend who has a new partner everyday

[loganslowdown4]

From Thomas: ❝ you know it’s been a week when playing this guy makes me feel a little more sane❞

[addsalwayssick]

james potter is the type of guy to never have broken a bone but has come so close to death so many times like tf you doing man

[aeligsido]

I think Peter should have tried to flirt his way out of getting murdered in the Shrieking Shack scene. It would have made it 💯 funnier (also 💯 more traumatizing for the kids, rip)

[nina-s0]

New gen meeting marauders pt 1 (?):

James sirius: Icl I'm bare haps to be linking up w/ u yk cus it my dream yk

Sirius (with tears) : why... What the fuck is it saying ... 😭

Lily luna: hi grandad!

james: ME AND LILY WOAHHHH!!!

Lily luna: No uh... My mums ginger...

Albus severus: *scowling darkly in the back*

Regulus and Remus: *nodding to eachother*

Regulus: I like this one

Remus: me too.

[xmadnesswithin]

❛ We can talk about it after because I've had a shit day and I really just wanna starfish and forget the world. ❜

@potentialbreakupscng

Sirius could usually stop himself short of flirting with his best friend--ironically, the one person he most wanted to flirt with--but he couldn't resist an opening like that, nor could he stop the smirk that spread over his face, eyebrows arching suggestively. "Need a little help with that stress release, Moons?" he teased, unable to fully tamp down the heat that crept into his gaze.

It was taking a lot of self-control not to let himself linger on all the things they could do from that position, and others. Remus was always so tightly wound. So sue him if he thought he'd be very good at helping him relax. Most likely, he would play it off as trying to distract him out of his bad mood (and let's be real, Sirius would flirt with a plant if he thought it would pay attention to him), but at the moment, he couldn't help himself.

[againaweasel]

Muggle AU where the Order of the Phoenix are colleagues and they all have to watch Remus and Tonks flirt on the company Teams chat

Taking bets on when they’ll get together

[blackcatsandlockets]

Hot take but without James, Sirius and Remus would just be classmates

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Pepper-Up Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic April 7, word count 753

“You were so funny last time, you know. You kept nipping at my tail and when you finally got it I turned, and you had this cheeky grin on your face. I couldn’t even be mad at you,” Sirius babbled away as Remus carefully measured out the ingredients for their potion. There had been an outbreak of flu around the castle and Madam Pomfrey was running low on Pepper-Up Potion, so Slughorn had had the bright idea to get his fifth years to brew up a few batches in their lesson. 

“Sirius, please, you know I’m not as good at this as you are, and I need to concentrate,” Remus begged as he finished chopping and mashing the mandrake root. Sirius ignored him and continued describing their last run in the forest. 

While the mandrake root was absorbing into the cauldron water, Remus began grinding the Bicorn horn.

“Prongs hit a tree. Oh, Remus, I wish you could remember it. He got his antlers stuck on a low-hanging branch and you started licking him. He got even more tangled trying to get away from you,” 

“Sirius, please,” Remus groaned. He carefully added another cup of water to the cauldron and tipped in the Bicorn horn powder. He let it heat for a minute before lowering the flames and covering the cauldron. He had half an hour now. He looked over at Sirius’s potion. He was already ahead of Remus. He had no idea how. Sirius hadn’t stopped talking the entire time. 

Half an hour later, Remus was sporting a pounding headache. He was beginning to feel achy like he did in the days close to the full moon. But that was nowhere near. He shivered. The alarm he set went off, and he uncovered his cauldron and started the final few steps. 

He threw the thyme in and watched the sprigs swill around as he stirred the potion four times in a clockwise motion. Slowly he dripped in five drops of salamander blood. His nose began to run. He let out a little cough as he stirred the potion again, two times, this time anti-clockwise. He glared over and Sirius was stoppering his last vial of potion. 

Remus needed to concentrate now. He needed to be very precise on this next step. If he didn’t time it exactly right when he added each of the Fire seeds, the potion would be ruined. He dropped the first one in. Remus waited a minute, then dropped the next one in. He only had two left now. 

The next minute was nearly up when Sirius started talking again.  

“You were so tired once we got back. I’ve never seen you like that. I thought you were going to fall asleep on the floor as soon as you got inside, but Moony went upstairs and collapsed on the mattress. He curled up into this tiny little ball. I honestly have no idea how you managed to make yourself so small. You were so cute!” Sirius nudged him playfully and Remus accidentally dropped the last two seeds in at the same time. The potion began to bubble wildly and then, instead of turning a bright red, it turned dark and evaporated away, scorching the bottom of his cauldron and rendering it useless. An entire lesson's worth of effort was wasted. 

“Fuck sake,” he whined. He lowered his head to the desk. He felt awful. 

“Sorry Remus,” Sirius apologised profusely. He cleared up Remus’s ruined potion and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s only a potion, Remus, why are you so upset?” He kept his hand on Remus’s shoulder. “You’re feeling a bit warm, Moony,” and that’s when Remus threw up. “Ah. I think you might need one of these,” Sirius offered Remus one of his vials before vanishing the mess under their desk. Remus glared at him as he downed the potion. Steam erupted out of his ears and Sirius had to suck his lips into his mouth to stop himself from laughing. 

Thankfully, the lesson ended then and Remus decided to skip his final few classes and go get into bed. 

He woke up a few hours later to find a cup of tea, a plate of buttered toast, both magically kept warm for him, and a fresh vial of Pepper-Up potion. There was a note next to his tea. 

‘Get better soon, Moony,

Love Sirius,’

He smiled weakly and grabbed the vial of potion. He was going to need it. This flu made him feel terrible. 

[miedei]

hiii i saw the prompt generator in your request rules post, and it gave me 'Character A and Character B reminiscing on how they had a meet-ugly'

i was wondering what you'd think of this prompt + remus lupin?

omg this took over my mind, im such a remus lupin girl (i haven't kept up with the hp fandom in so long so my lore is probably veryyy outdated soz)

reminiscing on how you and fiance!remus met.

“Hey, look at this!”

Remus emerges from within the unruly bedroom with a scrap of red and gold fabric in hand. Navigating around the boxes that litter the floor, he makes his way over to you, holding it out to you. 

“Remember that, dove?” His smile is lopsided in the way you adore, nearly stealing your attention away from the topic at hand, until he presses it into yours. 

The fabric is bundled up, but you can feel the contrast of hard knot-like sections and silkier parts. Unfurling it, a smile begins to form on your face as you recognize it for what it is. 

The half-charred Gryffindor tie hangs from your hand, bringing with it waves of memories.

Remus slots himself in next to you, both of your eyes captivated by the piece of uniform. He’d gone through countless ties in his time at Hogwarts, most of which were sacrificed to different antics, but this one is different. 

This one was never thrown away, despite the fact that half of it’s been burnt off. This one was kept safe, tucked into a drawstring bag until he found it as he was unpacking the boxes of clothes. 

His arm comes up to circle your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he muses softly.

“It’s been years.”

“Five now, isn’t it?” You turn your head to the side to face him, meeting his eyes with a smile that drips of affection.

“James hasn’t let me forget it.” His eyes crinkle with the force of his grin as he leans in to kiss your temple.

“He’s insisting he’ll be maid of honour and best man just for introducing us properly.”

“Y’know, bird, I’m not the best at Potions but I’m ace at Transfigurations.”

You groan inwardly. Does this guy ever shut up? 

You know of James Potter, obviously. How can you not, when you’ve been close to Lily Evans for years? 

Over your years at Hogwarts, your impression of the boy has shifted drastically. In first year, his brash infatuation with Lily left you irritated, annoyed at his constant need for attention, especially when she was around (more often than not, with you in tow). 

Since then, however, James has mellowed, learning to curb his extravagant tendencies. Although he’s never given up on Lily, he’s calmed his advances, leaving the two of them in a state of will-they-won’t-they that’s far more enjoyable than the outright hatred she had for him previously. 

But you’ve never properly spoken to him, not until now. Professor Slughorn announced at the onset of the spring term that Potions partners would be randomised, much to all your classmates’ chagrin.

As luck would have it, you’ve been lumped with James. He’s frustratingly laid-back with potions, stating that he doesn’t really bother, acing the exams without much effort. Instead, he prefers to chatter your ear off as you delegate different tasks to him for the entire class. 

It would be one thing if you could hate him, but he’s also irritatingly likeable. He never fails to say hello to you in the halls, and although you never really talk outside of class, a sense of camaraderie has sprung up between you. 

“I’m sure you’re great at Transfigurations, James. Can you chop up that dung-beetle, please?”

He takes to it obediently, continuing his prattle as he deftly moves the knife. 

“No, really! My dad’s the Potions master of the family, but I pretty much came out of the womb transfiguring things. S’why Minnie likes me so much.”

Debatable, but you let him go on as you focus on stirring counter-clockwise fifteen times.

“So much so that she’s got me working on spells other than the ones we do in class.”

His voice goes slightly high as he gets more excited, waving the knife around in a way that makes you yelp.

“Yeah? Like what?”

He hops up on the workbench, setting down the knife in favour of his wand, punctuating his words with dramatic movements.

“Well, birdie, last week she had me working on Vera Verto, turning a cat into a goblet. That one’s going to some in handy, Evans’ll love that don’t you think?”

“I think you should really give that up, James. A cup won’t exactly win her over.”

He shoots you a pointed look.

“I’m going to ignore that, because I’m in sodding love with the witch, thank you very much.”

He points his wand at you once, before returning to the haphazard swinging of his arms.

“Anyways, I’ve also got the hedgehog to pincushion incantation down, that one’s well fun.”

You hum softly, pouring the dung-beetle into the cauldron and mixing, watching James as he idly swings his wand around.

“Oh! And another fun one, this one’s rather new. There’s this one that turns a badge into a little blaze. Cool, huh? S’called Insignus—” 

The moment he utters the incantation, a crackling begins to fill the air. Not as soft as the flames bubbling under the cauldrons, no, this one is sharp, the sound like a match being struck. 

James freezes, and you watch him hop off the workbench, eyes darting around the room. A smell like burnt hair fills your nostrils, and you whirl around. 

It takes some time to locate the origin of the smell and sound, but James’ anguished cry alerts you to it. 

“Moony!”

You zero in on Remus Lupin, two cauldrons over from yours. He looks slightly panicked, looking down at his own chest. 

A small, controlled flame is perched oddly on the left of his tie. It doesn’t seem to be growing, just remaining there, the heat causing his tie and shirt to warp and burn.

Sirius Black stands next to him, batting at the fire uselessly as he yelps.

“Moony, what the hell—”

“I don’t know, Sirius, you think I set myself on fire?”

James scurries over, wand outstretched.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Moony, I— Augamenti!”

A stream of water flows forth from James’ wand, but it does nothing to stop the flame. It sizzles as it cools the fabric surrounding it, but the fire doesn’t even dim.

James is running his mouth, mindless babble coming out as he repeatedly douses Remus in water. You have to roll your eyes as you hurry over, shooting a look at Slughorn, who is still dozing off at his desk.

“Hold still, Lupin. It’s a magical flame, water won’t extinguish it.”

You hold your wand out, pointed at his chest.

“Finite incantatem!”

The spell-finishing incantation does the trick, the fire reverting to a pristine prefect’s badge, clinging onto the burnt remains of Remus’ shirt collar.

James deflates, a sigh of relief leaving his lungs. Once he’s caught his breath, he walks over to you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. 

“Thank god for you, huh, bird?”

Grinning, he steers you closer to Remus and Sirius, who are fussing over the contrasting wet and burnt parts of Remus’ clothing. As he tugs off his tie, Remus looks up, flashing you a soft smile.

“You really got me out of a bind. Thanks.”

His hands come away from his neck, charred tie clutched in one. The other extends out in front of him, held open for a handshake. It’s not exactly fair, how pretty he looks. By all accounts, he should look pathetic right now. Despite the wet hair and slightly singed shirt, he barely looks fazed, eyes locked on yours.

You thrust your hand into his, smiling back.

Remus noses against your cheek, the familiar feeling of him warming you from the inside out. 

“Suppose it was James’ fault, huh? He did set you on fire,” Your voice is soft, gooey with devotion. “we wouldn’t have met, if he hadn’t.”

He hums softly, reaching out to stroke the tie in your hand.

“I think I would’ve found you somehow, even if he hadn’t.”

He turns into you, tucking your head under his chin as his arms wrap around your back.

The two of you sit there for some time, relishing in the silence of your new flat. His chest is burning warm against yours, the sheer domesticity of the position making you melt against him.

“...James isn’t going to take no for an answer about the wedding thing, though.”

[siriusbpadfoot]

"Not much has changed in pureblood society since the 1800s, Moony, naming his child after himself would be the least fucked up thing he could do to the kid," he laughed in reply. "Poppy Potter is ridiculous, give the poor thing a chance." That said, if any child of James's was picked on in school they would have not only James and Lily to deal with - who were both powerful - but a slew of wannabe aunts and uncles who would be just as feisty.

He was taking a drink when Remus decided to make an announcement as well and Sirius nearly choked on his drink in shock. While he knew Remus and Aurora were serious, this was somehow more unexpected that Lily being pregnant. He supposed that James had always been the commitment prone in the group, the other three less likely to let someone in to the extent. As he took another drink to clear his throat he glanced at Peter to see his reaction; he had been shocked by the baby news, he had read it as their eyes met.

Still, he smiled once he could breathe, nodding slightly. "About time, Moons."

He could feel himself relaxing as time went by, the dynamic between the friends similar to what it had been back at Hogwarts, before they were thrown into this adult life amidst a war. Everything seemed off from Peter's perspective and it was becoming increasingly easier for him to resent those around him who seemed to have it all figured out, but seeing James this happy and everyone just tagging along made him think things could actually turn out for the better.

"We are all meant to be the annoying uncles, that way Prongs can look like a cool dad." He blurted out jokingly follwoed by a shrug of his shoulders. Eyes glancing at his friends in amusement, he couldn't quite grasp the idea that James would be a father, delighted by the teasing nature of everyone's comments.

"Did your mum cry?" He wondered, following Sirius' question. "Oh come on now, do we really believe Lily will let him pick the name?" Peter asked his friends, a short laugh falling from his lips at the thought.

@its-jamespotter

[batfre4k]

nsfw also t!remus my beloved

remus has trouble cumming, and its not really a problem for him; he just learned that climax is not the only thing to makes sex enjoyable.

however, that isnt something that would stop sirius. and again, he understands remus but he just believes that he can be good for his lover. and he knows remus is most pleased when he gets to be good and do something for sirius. so sirius takes his time with him and talks him through it, teasing him, 3 fingers deep n a thumb near his clit, the other hands palm on remus stomach, his babys thighs scratched up, collarbones decorated with (love)bites, egging his lover on. calling him a good boy, telling him how good he looks and to just let go for him, to relax, to not think, to just let go.