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🌙 A sneak preview for prompt A17! 🌙 The Curious Case of Remus John Lupin Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest

The voice isn’t as intimidating as he expected—the doctor in the fancy office sounds like any other thirty-something guy Remus might know from back home, although maybe he enunciates his consonants a bit more. Remus’ body relaxes before he steps through the doorway and sees the man. And he stops in his tracks. 

Dr. Black looks just like his photo on the Department website. Only he doesn’t. Now that Remus can see him in person, the photograph doesn’t even kind of do him justice. First of all, he’s tall—taller than Remus had imagined, evident even when he’s sitting down. And the strands of mid-length black hair that had fallen gracefully around his face in the photo now have a life to them. When he tilts his head, eyes locked on one of the giant computer monitors at his deskside, he sweeps a silky, inky lock behind one ear, and Remus desperately wants to touch it. To see if it’s as soft as it looks and—Jesus fucking Christ this is his doctor.

He stands frozen for some unknown amount of time before the front desk lady gives him a tiny nudge, and he remembers he needs to step into the room. He approaches the desk robotically and sinks into one of the two open chairs opposite the doctor. Dr. Black doesn’t look up, still scrolling through what appear to be images of someone’s brain on his monitor, and Remus just sits, watching him in perfect silence until—

“Hic.”

“Singultus,” Dr. Black mutters without turning. “Um… I’m sorry?” “Hiccups,” he says, and oh—Remus suddenly remembers the Latin term from his own extensive googling. His brain must have been otherwise occupied in that moment, using every single neuron not to blatantly check out this extremely hot man who is supposed to be his doctor. “That’s you, right?" Dr. Black asks. "You’re the one with the hiccups? Remus… John Lupin?” 

Remus realizes the man is reading off of the top of his computer screen, and he rapidly puts the pieces together that the brain Dr. Black is looking at is his brain. Something about that is deeply unsettling, but Remus takes a breath, clenching his fists and waiting for his next inevitable hiccup to pass before saying, “Yes. That’s me.” “Hm,” is all Dr. Black says in response. Remus watches him exit out of the brain pictures and open up a different file full of black-and-white images that he starts speedily scrolling through. Remus doesn’t even want to contemplate which organs those are. “So,” Remus says awkwardly, unsure whether he really even needs to be in the room for this part, “do I need-hic—to change into a gown or something?”

“Why?” “Aren’t you going to examine me?”

“I am examining you,” Dr. Black replies calmly, clicking into a different file that looks like more brain pictures to Remus, although these have little areas lit up in red, orange, and yellow. “Don’t think I really need to get you undressed to look at what’s going on inside your head,” he adds with a half-smirk, and Remus’ stomach swoops. “Unless you want me to.”

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more mutt doodling~

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my first ever finished wolfstar art 🙌🏼

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The Black Brothers

Regulus & Sirius

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The Black Sisters

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Okay but Wolfstar accidentally getting married in the Muggle world and just… not addressing it??

Like. They’re in their early twenties. They’re on the run, kind of. Living in a flat above a used bookshop. Sharing groceries and toothbrushes and trauma like it’s normal. They’ve been not-dating for six years now.

And one night Sirius goes, “We should get fake married for tax reasons.”

Remus: “We don’t pay taxes.”

Sirius: “Yeah, but like. If we did.”

Anyway, two weeks later they’re drunk in Brighton and find one of those weird little wedding chapels. A Muggle one. With plastic flowers and a bored officiant named Trish who’s very into the idea of “helping young love bloom.”

They think it’s a joke.

They sign the papers.

They kiss (??)

They go home.

And then they just… never talk about it again.

Remus starts calling Sirius “husband” in a sarcastic voice that gets less sarcastic over time. Sirius changes Remus’s contact in his phone to “Moony ♡ (legally mine).”

Remus starts doing Sirius’s laundry without complaining. Sirius starts grocery shopping with a list. They argue about curtains like an old married couple but still won’t admit that they are one.

Until one day Sirius is like:

“So technically, we're married.”

And Remus, without looking up from his book, just goes:

“Well, I haven’t divorced you yet.”

Which is not a no.

Which is, in fact, a very loaded not-no.

Which leads to Sirius spiraling for the next four days because he’s realizing he’s been in love with Remus Lupin since he was sixteen and accidentally marrying him was somehow the least gay thing he’s ever done.

Meanwhile Remus is also spiraling because Sirius keeps making tea just the way he likes it and calling it “husband duties” and he doesn’t think his heart can take it.

Eventually, someone (probably James) is like “wait… are you two actually married?”

And both of them, in perfect sync, completely deadpan:

“…Yeah.”

And then go back to whatever they were doing like that’s not earth-shattering news.

Because they’re the kind of idiots who fall in love, get married, and still don’t believe they’re loved.

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🌙 A sneak preview for prompt I7! 🌙 Title: Thinking About You Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest semi-NSFW

"Hello, my love," he greets as soon as he answers, finally rolling onto his back and resting his head on his own pillow.

"You can't just send me shit like that when I'm working," Sirius whines, voice slightly crackling with the bad reception their bedroom has, no matter what they've tried to do to fix it.

"I thought you were on your lunch break," Remus replies, hoping it sounds both teasing and innocent.

"You- well-" Sirius sputters, "fine. Video?"

"Sure, love," he laughs, pulling his phone away from his ear to accept Sirius's video call request. "Hello beautiful," he says once Sirius's face fills the screen.

"Hi," Sirius gives up on the pretence of sounding upset, grinning at him from his trailer. "I really don't have long," he says with a pout.

"It's alright," Remus says. His hand, without his approval, is already trailing down his body, scratching through the hair on his chest and travelling lower, toying with the string at the waistband of his sweats. "I was a bit busy, anyhow."

"Mmhm, I bet you were," Sirius muses, biting his lip. The screen freezes for a second, and when the picture refreshes Sirius's eyes seem darker than just a moment before. "Were you going to touch yourself, darling?"

"Yeah," Remus sighs, hand ghosting over his still half-hard cock. "Wish you were here, baby."

"Wish I was there, too," Sirius gulps. "Show me?"

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🌙 A sneak preview for prompt A120! 🌙 Title: Alizarin Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest

Unlike most of his patrons, well-known enough that he’d at least read their name in the paper at some point, he wasn’t quite sure what—or who—would be awaiting him today. The invitation had arrived early the Sunday before in an unmarked envelope with a gold wax seal. Remus had been startled out of sleep just after dawn by an incessant scratching at his bedroom window, and once he’d blinked the sleep from his eyes enough to peel the envelope open, he found a short note in long, loopy script he didn’t recognize. 

Mr Lupin— 

Your services are requested for a portrait at my new estate. Please respond when is most convenient to schedule an appointment. The owl will wait. 

S. Black 

Remus, still a bit delirious from sleep, had slowly looked up to confirm the massive tawny owl was indeed waiting on his bedroom windowsill, still as stone, staring at him with giant black eyes. A twinge of unease prickled at the back of his neck. 

He knew the surname—Black—but then, everyone did. Infamous, ancient, heavy with power but long tarnished by rumours of corruption and scandal. Last Remus had heard, the majority of the original lineage were dead or had vanished years ago, likely living under false monikers to avoid connection with the family. In all his keeping up with the newspapers over the years he’d never once heard of an S. Black, but imagined them to be yet another stiff-lipped, deplorable aristocrat wasting away in some sprawling manor in the countryside.

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🌙 A sneak preview for prompt A136! 🌙 Title: Where the Wild Thyme Blows Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest

He steels himself and turns to meet kryptonite head-on. “Hello, again.”

The stranger’s smile blooms, uneven and unerringly charming, until his cheek dimples thoroughly. “Hi,” he replies around his grin. The grey of his eyes spark with the flickering candlelight and the same mischief from the museum shop, dark and syrupy; a flytrap. 

Remus picks up his drink, takes a lingering sip in an effort to save himself. The stranger watches his throat work as he swallows, and Remus feels himself willingly sinking into honey.

“Sirius,” he says before Remus has the chance to form a coherent thought.

Remus takes Sirius’ extended hand. It’s warm and pale and still distractingly sexy, much like the rest of the man it’s attached to. “Remus,” he returns, voice slightly hoarse from the sight of the tattooed fingers he’s spent the better part of forty-eight hours thinking about currently wrapped around his own.

“Remus,” Sirius repeats, rolling the vowels and consonants on his tongue, lip bitten on his growing smile. He’s still holding onto Remus’ hand. “Suits you.”

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honestly they..... were pretty gay in the books. you know of whom i speak. always looking and glancing and touching and staring and saying things like "forgive me, remus" and "not at all, padfoot, old friend" and "together?" "i think so" and uh living together and giving godsons joint christmas presents and...

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"if I was Remus I would never have forgiven Sirius for the prank"

Okay but before you judge him Remus wants you to know that Sirius is really hot

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🌙 A sneak preview for prompt A97! 🌙 Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest

Since Teddy moved out, it was only Remus rattling around in their house. He wasn’t surprised when Teddy sat him down one day. “Dad…I’m worried about you. Maybe you should move somewhere so you won't be so lonely,” Teddy said. It felt inevitable, really. How could he even fight it? 

So he packed his things and put the house he, Teddy and Dora shared on the market. Hopefully some young family would buy it and make it come alive again. 

Teddy and his girlfriend, Victoire, drove him to Godric’s Hollow Retirement Community with his belongings packed in the back of the rented van. Remus just felt numb, except for the ever present pain in his joints. 

“Welcome,” chirped a woman with a cloud of brown curls and an easy grin. “I’m Hermione Granger, the director. We’re so happy you’re here, Remus.”  Remus smiled tightly, unsure of what to say. Of course she’d say that. It was her job.

They’d visited and taken a tour before giving the down payment, so Hermione led them straight to her office. “This is your room key,” she said, handing him a keycard and a piece of paper. “And this is a schedule of activities.”

Remus put on his reading glasses and peered at the activity sheet. Painting. Chair yoga. Poetry. You could fill your day with all of these things and still not know what to do with yourself, he thought. 

“Time to rejoin the world, Remus,” Hermione said. Or leave it, he thought. 

“I think this will be good for you, dad,” Teddy said, looking around the suite later.  He and Victoire helped Remus unpack enough of his things that it looked like a vague approximation of home. When they’d finished, Remus sat down on his bed, taking in the new surroundings. An open living space, now situated with his couch and dining room set. His bedroom, off of the living space, with his bedroom set. There was a little kitchenette, but most of his meals would come from the communal dining room. He was silently grateful to not have to sit alone at an empty table if he didn’t feel like it anymore.  

He and Dora bought their house when they were twenty two, painfully young. Their parents had to co-sign for it but they never ended up needing the help. Remus had lived there ever since. He’d gone through all of his lives’ ups and downs in that house. Teddy’s birth. His first steps. Getting his doctorate. Dora getting sick. Caring for her. Losing her. All of Teddy’s graduations. But now the space had felt too empty for a long time. At least here, there was less space to fill. 

There was a knock on the door, shaking Remus out of his memories. 

Teddy opened it, and two women entered with balloons and what appeared to be a basket of muffins. “Welcome!” they chorused. The shorter, blonde woman gave Remus the gifts. “I’m Flo, she’s Mary. You’re a tall drink of water, aren’t you?” Flo said, looking him up and down.

“Hush, you’re spoken for,” Mary admonished. “But I’m not.” She winked at him. “We hear you’re a professor. You have that professor energy.”

Remus chuckled in spite of himself. “Yes, I am. Thank you for the gifts. I appreciate them.”

“We call ourselves the welcome wagon,” Mary said. “Come, eat lunch with us.”

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Healed by Joseph Bryce

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🌙 A sneak preview for prompt A45! 🌙 Title: Cursed Heaven Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest

“I’m not insane,” he said with a shrug, as if the whole thing was nothing. “I know he could’ve seen me. But you looked so serious, inspecting those vials. I wanted to make you laugh.” 

He straightened up, now barefoot on the grass, and looked at Remus with a mix of pride and pout on his face. 

“I was working,” Remus replied – oddly like he was explaining himself – but he couldn’t stop the smile that broke across his face. Sirius had wanted to make him laugh. That did something strange to his insides. 

“Well, I like it better when you laugh,” Sirius said, stepping closer – very close now, his bare toes nearly touching the worn tips of Remus’ shoes. He reached up and brushed his fingers along Remus’ face, tracing the corners of his eyes where the laugh lines settled. 

Remus’ smile faded slightly at the closeness. He wasn’t used to casual, gentle touches like this. Affection had been a rare thing in his life, especially since his parents passed. It always felt so good when Sirius touched him like this, but it also sent a chill of fear up his spine. Like some part of him knew he didn’t deserve this. 

“Stop it,” he whispered. Weak, his tone betraying the meaning of his words. 

“I do,” Sirius insisted softly, fingers still brushing along Remus’ laugh lines. He smiled up at him, sun catching in his blue-grey eyes. “It crinkles your eyes right here,” he murmured, watching closely, like he was trying to memorise the shape of him. “You’re so, very handsome.” 

And then, Remus kissed him. Partly because he really wanted to, but also as a futile attempt to think of something else – to quiet the strange fluttering in his stomach, that feeling of floating, like he was losing touch with the ground. Sirius kissed him back, of course. He wrapped both arms around Remus’ neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him down until they were both toppling into the wildflowers, lips still locked, bodies twisting together in the fall. 

Sirius laughed softly against his mouth as he rolled them over, settling on top of Remus, straddling his hips. He pulled back just enough to look at him, propped on his elbows, his nose only an inch from Remus’ face. 

“Why do you blush?” he asked, a little furrow appearing between his brows. “You always tell me I’m pretty when you’re fucking me,” he added, punctuating the words with a slow roll of his hips. 

Remus gasped at the friction, head falling back into the flowers, petals tangling in his hair. He reached up and tucked a strand of Sirius’ hair behind his ear. 

“You are pretty,” he murmured, hand trailing down to the pale column of Sirius’ neck. “You like hearing it.” 

Sirius smiled. “I do,” he said, easily, without shame – so free to admit something that would make Remus cringe if he had to say out loud. “You are too,” he added, softer now, leaning in to press kisses to the corners of Remus’ eyes, his cheek, his jaw. “Lovely, lovely Mr Lupin,” he whispered, lips drifting lower to the curve of Remus’ neck, his fingers working open the top buttons of Remus’ shirt.

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super simple low-effort ao3 summary methods that are 1000% better and 1000% less annoying than just saying you suck at summaries:

copypaste the first few lines of the fic. u already wrote ‘em. let ‘em be their own damn hook

if ur feeling fancy & don’t mind showing ur hand a bit, copypaste the first few lines of the fic that u feel are esp. Important or Interesting - the ones where u first start getting into the real meat of things

state the main tropes! theyre probably already in ur tags - just say them again - maybe as a full sentence if ur feelin fancy. or with a joke if ur feelin Extra fancy

ask a question. pose a hypothetical. eg what happens if u take [character] and put them in [situation]?

make an equation. [character] + [thing] = [outcome]

just write like a one-sentence summary of what the fuck is going down. just one (1) sentence. doesnt matter if it doesn’t cover every important aspect. or if it sounds bland. any summary sentence is gonna be miles better than “idk i suck at summaries”

just…explain the fic like u would to a friend? it doesnt have to be a polished back of the book blurb. it can just be “[pairing] coffee shop au, but like, still with murder, and also i made everyone trans. enjoy”

just stick a meme in there

honestly who cares

just put literally anything but a self deprecating comment in there & ur golden

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Remus Lupin and his sad, whorish eyes deserve to be studied! Please picture him wearing Hello Kitty panties as you look at this.