#he's my favorite sorry moony

[starswimmingart]

my y/n for @bamsara ‘s Solar Lunacy!! teaching myself how to draw these bots in a day so I could make this happen!! I am thoroughly obsessed, best fic ever <3 

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Guilty as Sin?

James Potter x f!reader (mentioned), Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, lots of descriptions of what ifs (you’ll understand with the song), underage smoking, if you squint it may just be cheating but oh well, this is so good to me

summary: someone once told you, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts… right?

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m in love with this song from taylor’s new album!!! sorry if this characterization isn’t what you like but this concept has been eating me alive. i love remus tho. might be a part two if you guys want !!!

part two is here!!

~~~

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me “Downtown Lights”

I hadn’t heard it in a while

~~~

“Oi y/n!”

You turned on your heels at the sound of your name being called. Down the hallway, you could see James Potter striding toward you. Despite the bodies of other students that filled the hall, you could see he was holding something in his hand. It looked big, and as he came closer and closer you could see more and more of what it was.

“Hello James, something I can help you with?” You asked once he was close enough to hear your normal tone. You looked down at his hands, you could see what he was holding clearly, it was a record. And from the cover of it, it looked to be a muggle one. “What’s that?”

James smiled his intoxicating smile and held the record up. “Something for you.”

You gasped and one of your hands moved up to cover your mouth. In his hands, he held the latest album of your favorite singer, Heroes by David Bowie. It had come out in October, and every time you searched for it, it was sold out. You traced your eyes over the beautiful shining black and white cover, you were practically speechless.

“How did you- when did you- James...”

“I have my ways, don’t worry about it,” the black-haired boy replied with a small laugh.

“It’s not close enough to be a Christmas gift, and you know my birthday isn’t till spring,” you observed out loud. Your eyes met his again and you blinked. “So, what’s this for?”

He shrugged. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t been the only one to take notice of how much you’ve been playing Bowie in the common room. And I heard you talking to Moony about how you haven’t got the new album yet... so here it is.”

He held it out to you and with delicate hands, you accepted the gift, still amazed. “James, you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m surprised Moony didn’t already get it for you.”

“Yeah...” You looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, and you smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Play it tonight, put it to use. Anyway, I’ve got to run, I’m supposed to be helping Peter with his Charms homework. See you at dinner.”

He gave you another smile before turning and walking back the way he came. You were too preoccupied with the flawless record in your hands to say goodbye. For a split second, you felt your heart flutter with a feeling you knew you shouldn’t have felt. So, you pushed it away and restarted your walk to the dungeons.

You knew better than to let those thoughts linger in the open hallway.

~~~

My boredom’s bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

~~~

“James got that for you?”

You had just put the record on, and the sound of David Bowie's voice began to fill the Gryffindor common room. Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you’d been smiling. On one of the couches, your boyfriend Remus sat, his typical book in his lap. You turned and flung yourself on the open spot next to him, nodding your head to the beat of the song.

“Yeah, he gave it to me earlier, isn’t it wonderful?”

Remus nodded; his eyes locked on his book. “It’s definitely something.”

You rolled your eyes. “You like Bowie too last I checked.”

“You play him so much I’m surprised not everyone likes him,” Remus replied. Suddenly he shut his book and turned his head to look at you. For a split second, you felt hope that he was going to just listen with you. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he rose from the couch. “I can’t concentrate with it playing, I’m going to go read in my dorm.”

“But we barely spend any time together Rem, unless it’s a shag,” you protested, anger suddenly taking you over. “When’s the last time we went on a proper date? Or anything at all? I’m so bored of this.”

Remus as usual, kept his composer and showed no sign of any emotion. “If you’re so bored you’re welcome to leave me.”

“You know that’s not what I want,” you said.

“Then I’m not sure what to tell you. You’re welcome to join me, you know where to find me.”

He left before you could say anything else.

You ran your hands over your face in frustration. How did your relationship come to this? You started dating Remus in fifth year, and it had been the happiest moment of your life. He was your first love, the boy you shared almost all of your firsts with actually. You loved him more than anyone, yet it never seemed to be enough. So, you began to give up.

After all, it was your last year at Hogwarts, after it ended, you’d never have to see him again. Because really, was so much pain worth a moment of happiness? You didn’t believe so anymore.

Instead of following him up to his dorm as you would have the year prior, you simply laid back on the couch and enjoyed the first listen of the album.

~~~

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he’s a paradox

I’m seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

~~~

The first time you ever thought of James in the way you knew you shouldn’t be was about a year into your relationship with Remus. After he had begun his distant behavior, his cold manners, and all those awful things. Previously, you had only ever felt attracted to the one Marauder. You saw Peter as a sweet little brother, you saw Sirius as an older annoying brother, and you saw James as well, a friend. That was until one late December night.

You and Remus had one of your arguments and you went outside for a smoke to help with your anxiety. For a few minutes, you sat in silence, the cold air and smoke in your lungs a great distraction from the boiling fears that consumed your mind. You were afraid to lose Remus. More than afraid. So, you inhaled a deep puff of the cigarette to focus on something else.

“You’ll catch a cold out here you know.”

You jumped at the sudden sound of a voice. James sat next to you, and you were perplexed at how he managed to sneak into the spot so quietly. You were also confused as to why he was there in the first place.

“If that’s the case then why are you out here?” You questioned as you let out a cloud of smoke.

He held up his hand and you passed it to him. “I had a... date anyway Filtch was in the corridor, so I ran out here. I doubt he followed, he and Mrs. Norris hate this time of year.” He inhaled a deep breath and passed the cigarette back to you. “Why are you out here?”

“A date? Is that what they call a shag now?” You laughed for a few seconds before your frown resurfaced. “Remus and I had a disagreement. We both said some nasty things, I needed to clear my head.”

“Ah, lovers quarrel. Are you all right? Remus can say some pretty nasty things when he’s mad,” James said as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You stared at him in silence for a moment. Never before had you realized how attractive he really was. Sirius was known to be the most attractive of the Marauders, but his crude personality, at least in your opinion, always outshined his natural features. James, however, since the start of sixth year, had matured. That meant he was no longer solely physically attractive; he also had an attractive personality. He was funny, caring, outgoing, and a leader. And of course, he was six feet tall with curly black hair and a perfect smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

You swallowed away the tingly feeling that shot through your fingers as you passed him the cigarette again.

He’s your boyfriend's best mate, stop thinking like that. You thought to yourself.

But as you watched him exhale another breath of smoke you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how his perfect lips would feel against yours.

“I’m sure you two will make up by the end of the night, he really loves you,” he spoke. His eyes caught yours, you could see the small smirk on his all too good-looking lips. “Who wouldn’t fancy a girl like you anyway?”

“A lot of guys actually,” you responded.

His hazel eyes were practically glowing. “They’re blokes. Have you seen yourself y/n? You’re pretty, smart, funny, and you have a fascinating music taste. And anything Remus might’ve said to make you feel less than perfect well... he didn’t mean it. Trust me, that wouldn’t be possible.”

You laughed. “What? Me being less than perfect or Remus meaning what he said?”

“Both,” James answered.

He must’ve felt it too. That pull. You almost considered moving closer to him, but before you could make the decision James stood. You were relieved, the spell was broken. Your senses came back. You shouldn’t have even thought about what it would feel like to kiss James Potter.

“Let’s get back up to the tower, it’s pretty fucking cold,” he said.

You only nodded and threw your cigarette to the ground, crushing it with your sneaker after you stood. “All right.”

The two of you walked back up silently and you were greeted by an apologetic Remus. As he held you in his arms though, all you could think about were the thoughts you had previously thought.

~~~

What if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

~~~

You gripped the red sheets of Remus’s bed so hard your knuckles turned white. Your breathing was heavy and unsteady. You tried to lean your head up to kiss him, but he wasn’t paying attention. It was something you’d grown used to. He liked to fuck you hard, not soft, not lovingly. No. He liked it intensely. You did too, but you also liked being gently taken care of.

Too bad he didn’t enjoy that anymore.

“Rem I-”

“I’m- almost done.” He cut you off, his breathless voice which once made you squirm now made you angry.

It was despicable, it was so wrong. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it.

You closed your eyes and began to imagine someone else on top of you. Instantly, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks at the picture in your mind. He would be so much more careful, and considerate. You’d heard from many girls how good of a lover he was. All of them would dote on how much he liked pleasing them. With his fingers, his mouth, and his...

You tried to squeeze your thighs together.

You should’ve stopped, you knew that. But your mind kept going.

You pictured him on top of you. His curls would be so soft. His hands would be callused from Quidditch. He’d use them on you, make you cum over and over again. You imagined how he’d curl his fingers so perfectly inside you.

“That’s it, my perfect girl,” he’d whisper to you as he went on with it. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, without warning, you felt yourself reach a peak you hadn’t reached in a while. You squeezed your eyes shut and came at the thought of how good James Potter's praises would make you feel.

When Remus was done, he lay next to you on the bed breathless. “You came?”

You only stared at the top of his bed. “Yeah.”

~~~

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath, takin all of me

We’ve already done it in my head

If it’s make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?

~~~

There was something so exhilarating about being around James. Especially when the two of you were alone. It was as though every time the two of you had a moment alone, he gave you another reason to keep your fantasies going. Often, it made you wonder if he knew of your terrible thoughts.

The two of you sat by the black lake, the rest of your friends were further away playing a game of football. It was funny watching Lily get frustrated trying to explain the rules to Sirius, but it was even funnier when James commented on it from beside you.

“Oh no, he picked it up again. Evans is almost turning as red as her hair, I worry for her health,” the boy with glasses joked.

You snorted. “She’s going to have a heart attack from that boy mark my words.”

“I believe that. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing she’s thinking about becoming a Healer,” he replied.

You threw your head back as you laughed, one of your hands flying up to grip James’s arm. After a few seconds though, you composed yourself and pulled your hand off him as though it had been burned. Your eyes immediately found Remus across the field. He paid you no mind.

“Y/n can I ask you something a little personal?” James asked.

Your eyes met his and you didn’t hesitate to nod. “Sure.”

“You and Remus, things aren’t good between the two of you.”

“What gave that away?” You faked a smile. “But that’s not a question love.”

He really smiled. “I know. Sorry. My question was why are you still with him if things between the two of you are like this? I understand being in love, Merlin I tried to get Evans to go out with me for ages. But you and Moony... You used to be in our room all the time, you guys used to be so happy and I dunno around each other. Do you guys even go out anymore? I haven’t seen a snog between the two of you in a while.”

You inhaled a deep breath, your attention moving to the blade of grass between your fingers. “I suppose I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, afraid. Rem he- he's my first everything and I dunno. If we broke up the friend group would be torn, and everything would be complicated. I suppose it’s just easier this way,” you answered. You hadn’t been this honest about how you felt in a long time. It felt good. And it felt even better when you caught James’s caring eyes.

“Do you love him?”

His question caught you off guard. “I did. I still think I do.”

You watched him look across the field for a few seconds before he did something you never would’ve expected. Ever so gently, he placed his hand over yours on the grass. All you could do was stare wildly into his eyes. Was this supposed to make your heart race and your face red?

“I care about you y/n, and I care about Remus as well. I want what’s best for both of you and if I’m being honest, I don’t think that’s with each other,” he said softly.

“Have you said this to him then?” You questioned, you found it hard to breathe with the feeling of his rough hand on yours.

James nodded. “Of course I have. He doesn’t like advice that much though.”

“He really doesn’t does he?” You mumbled.

“No, he doesn’t. But either of you can talk to me about anything. You know that right? You don’t have to be afraid of anything y/n. Even if you do break up I’ll be here for you, you won’t be alone. Course you have Lily and Mary and Marlene as well but...” You watched his face change as he trailed off. “I dunno. I thought it would be different with me.”

“Different?” You held your breath. “How so?”

His thumb moved across your skin; you bit down on your lip.

“You know...” he trailed off again, his voice quieter than before.

All you could think about was how good it would feel to pounce on top of him and kiss him till you couldn’t breathe. You’d do it, even out there in the open. You imagined how intense and fast it would be. A few minutes at most but a lifetime of pleasure no doubt. He’d make you feel things you hadn’t felt in ages, he’d do whatever you asked. That’s just the person he was.

“James, you don’t even know the half of it,” you admitted softly.

“Love, I think I do.”

You could’ve fainted right then and there. His eyes were so mesmerizing, his voice sent goosebumps all over your body. It was terrible, despicable, and tragic. But oh, how fucking good it felt to be seen again. And as it seemed, James really saw you.

“James we can’t-”

“We aren’t doing anything.” He leaned closer to you. “And besides there’s no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk.”

“So you-”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“James...”

“I know I must sound like a god-awful prat but believe me I don’t want the two of you to break up so we can... No. I want you two to break up because both of you are miserable. And I do really care about the both of you, you’re my mates.” He explained quickly.

You turned back to the field and saw Remus slowly approaching. Without thinking you ripped your hand away from James’s as fast as you could and stood up. You took a few deep breaths before you looked down at James.

“If Remus and I do break up, I want you to know it’s not because of... all right?”

“All right.” He nodded.

“Good,” you said before turning and making your way out to Remus.

You knew what he wanted to do, and you would oblige.

You had about ten thousand more fantasies to think of during it anyway.

[msmoony7]

New Beginnings

Summary: Y/N transfers to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny and finds herself intrigued by the quiet, sandy haired boy Remus Lupin.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, reader not in a specific house

Word Count: 1.4 K

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

masterlist

You wake up in your bed to the sun shining and the birds chirping through your opened windows. You arrived late last night to Hogwarts and slept in a little later than you had liked; It was nearly lunch time. Classes are starting tomorrow, so you are planning to explore the castle a little before then to get used to your new surroundings. Transferring schools in your 5th year was difficult, so you were hoping to make the adjustment as easy as possible for yourself.

Since there are no classes today, you’re free to dress however you like. You opt for a pair of light blue jeans, black converse, and a blue sweater with some vertical stripes over your chest. You sit at your desk and do your usual makeup and hair routines before unpacking the rest of your things. First you unpack your records and record player. You put on your favorite album - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars by David Bowie - while you finish unpacking. You got lucky and your dorm has a big bay window with a built-in seat with cushions and large bookshelves built into the wall around it, which is great for you due to your love of reading and insane collection of books. Your bed is in the middle of the room with a huge bed frame and blue curtains draping from the top. After you are all unpacked, you decide to make your way down to the Great Hall for lunch. 

You only have to stop and ask 6 kids along the way if you were going in the right direction. The ever-changing staircases made for a confusing walk there. But finally, you make it down the last set of steps and can see the Great Hall in the near distance. You’re about to turn into the hall when you stop in your tracks as you hear a great boom in the hall followed by smoke and yelling. You see a guy with long jet-black hair run past you first with a glasses wearing brunette on his trail, followed by a shorter boy with blonde hair.

“Come on, Moony, we’re gonna get caught!” you hear the first boy yell. You’re about to turn around to walk into the Hall and see what’s going on but before you could do so, you hear an “oh, shit” and as you turn fully around, are knocked to the floor by someone running full speed out of the hall. You hit the ground and lock eyes with a sandy haired boy who's laying fully on top of you. You’re staring at each other for a solid five seconds before the blonde boy yells at him. 

“Moony, hurry up! Snape’s coming!”

Moony, who you gather to be the boy currently laying on you, quickly helps you up, mutters a quick “sorry” and runs up the stairs to follow the other three boys. You can hear them muttering and making fun of him for falling onto you as they’re running away, and you see “Moony” trip again before all four boys disappear up the steps. Just as they disappear, a raven-haired boy with smoke and powder all over him storms out of the hall and up the steps. You make out that he must be Snape and that the explosion was definitely caused by those boys. 

You finally gather yourself and you see three girls standing by the doorway who must’ve watched everything go down. 

“Quite a tumble you took there. That’s Moony, he’s a klutz,” says a girl with dark, curly hair and a darker complexion, “My name’s Mary. Are you new here?”

“Yeah, my name’s Y/N, I just got here last night.

“Ahhh you’re American! I’m Marlene,” the second girl speaks up. She has blonde hair and a really cool vibe to her. 

“You can come eat with us, if you’d like. I’m Lily, by the way,” says the final red headed girl.

The four of you walk into the hall and you cannot contain your amazement at what you’re met with. The ceiling is the highest ceiling you’ve ever seen, and it’s enchanted to look like the sky. Unlike your old school, which had tables divided by the houses, this hall had numerous smaller rectangular tables so that you could sit with whomever you liked. The four of you grab a table and start eating your meal.

“Those boys are the biggest troublemakers in the school,” Mary says, “Always pulling pranks.”

“Yeah, we still love them though,” Lily replies.

“You more than others,” Marlene says to her as she nudges and winks at her.

Lily blushes in response, “James, the one wearing glasses, yeah, he’s my boyfriend. A real sweetheart. Unless you’re Severus, of course.”

“I take it that’s the boy that had all the smoke on him?”

“Yep, you’d be correct. The boys tend to overreact, but he really isn't a nice person. Steer clear of him,” Mary says.

“Noted. So, that guy, Moony, what’s up with him?”

“Ooooo, Y/N’s got a crush already?” Marlene snickers towards you, making you blush.

“Not a crush, but from our five second interaction, I think he’s pretty cute.”

“You should go for it,” Marlene says, “In all our years at Hogwarts, I don’t think I’ve seen him talk to girls that weren’t us for more than a minute. I’d say you have high odds.”

“Oh, I can’t do that. I’m too shy,” you contest.

“Well, that’s perfect! He’s pretty shy himself. What do you do in your free time?” Lily asks.

You list some of your hobbies for the girls, including reading, writing, and music.

“Well, aren’t you the perfect girl for him. He loves all those things. Tell me you like Bowie,” Mary says. You say nothing in response, shocked that they can read you so well, which causes the girls to yell. “You ARE the perfect girl for him. Come we’ll show you around the castle and then we’re sending you off to him.”

Before you can fight them on this, they’re pulling you around the castle showing you every nook and cranny. You’re grateful for this; You wouldn’t have been able to find your way around otherwise. They show you all the classrooms, take you on a tour of the grounds outside, up all the towers, and finally, you end the tour at the library.

“This is the library,” Lily says, “Since you like to read, I’m sure you’ll spend so much time here. Lucky for you, this is Moony’s favorite place! And if my calculations are correct, he should be in there right now. C’mon, let’s go find him!”

Lily is dragging you inside, and she’s a lot stronger than she looks. They drag you to the far back corner of the library in a hidden nook, revealing the sandy haired boy from before sitting on a couch, nose deep in a book. He doesn’t hear you guys approaching at first and once you guys are a few feet away from him, he pulls his head out of his book and looks up. He immediately locks eyes with you, causing both of you to blush. 

“Gotta go, bye!” Marlene says as she pulls Lily and Mary away from you, leaving you alone with the boy. The two of you still staring at each other, not knowing what to say. 

“Hi,” you say breathlessly.

“Hi,” he says back.

[princessconsuela120]

☾ Padfoot vs Prongs ☾

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Summary: A pregnancy in 7th year isn't exactly ideal...neither is your best friend and brothers annoying antics.

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff

Author's Note: just a shorty drabble i had sitting in my drafts. ill be posting requests soon!

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“Whisky!” James shouted, barreling into the room with Sirius a close foot behind. You rolled your eyes at the nickname, looking up from the book that had been occupying you for the past half hour. Ever since the boys had discovered your animagus was a cat, your brother James had deemed you the nickname Whiskers. Ironic that Fire Whisky had also been your favorite and dearly missed drink since the start of your pregnancy.

“Can I help you bozos?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the two boys who had wide smiles adorning their faces.

“Who has better hair, me or Padfoot.” James asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’m not doing this you guys.” You replied quickly, shifting in your spot as the boys appeared from behind the couch.

“Come on just tell us.” James asked, stomping his foot slightly like a child.

“I said I’m not doing this, where’s Moony he needs to help me up.” You grumbled, still trying to get up from your spot and failing.

“He’s out.” Sirius said, a smirk on his face as you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“And you can’t get up and walk away without our help so, answer the question.” James teased, making you groan even louder, throwing your head back with frustration.

“I hate you both.” You hissed, making James hold his Chet with fake hurt as Sirius smirked.

“We love you too. But that wasn’t the question.” Sirius said, causing you to hold your hands out with anger,

“Please just help me up.” You mumbled, struggling to stand with your large bump in the way.

“No.” 

“Oh come on.” You whined, flailing around slightly with frustration.

“Not until you answer us.”

“I am not answering you, this is ridiculous!” You shouted, letting your head fall back angrily, as the door gently swung open, catching everyone’s attention. Your face couldn’t help but light up with a smile when your boyfriend, Remus, appeared at the doorway, his hands full of bags from Hogsmead.

“Okay, I’ve brought you the new chocolates from Hogsmeade. Not only are they delicious but Honeydukes swears by it’s healing power.” He explained, walking over to hand you a box.

“Remus, thank god, come help me up.” You said eagerly, before Remus shook his head.

“Nope.” He said quickly, sitting beside you. You stared at him for a moment in shock.

“What?” “Ha!”

You and the boys yelled in unison, causing Remus to sigh.

“Sorry love, but you’re on bed rest. Can’t risk hurting you or our little moon.” Remus explained, rubbing your bump gently with a kind smile on his face. You couldn’t even be mad at the sweetness of it.

“This is a travesty.” You sighed, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Perfect, now you can’t move, and you need to answer our question.” Sirius teased, causing Remus to perk up slightly with interest.

“What’s the question?” He asked, making James smile proudly.

“Which one of us has the better hair, me or Padfoot?” He asked.

Remus turned to face you, a nervous look on his face as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Alright come on, to the common room we go.” Remus said, helping you get up as you cheered to yourself.

“Hey!”

“She just didn’t wanna hurt your feelings cause you’re her best friend.” James said angrily, shaking his head as Sirius shoved him.

“You’re her brother! She’d wanna protect your feelings more!” He argued, before you appeared quickly in the doorway.

“For the record, the answer was Padfoot.” You said quickly, before gesturing to Remus to hurry up and help you out the room.

“Hey!” James shouted, about to come run after you before he noticed you had taken his invisibility cloak from his desk.

“Yes!” Sirius cheered, looking at himself in your mirror proudly, shaping his face, and his ego.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Remus Lupin x Potter reader where the reader is stealing his chocolate and putting the blame on her brother(s)

I put brother(s) cause sirius y’know?

YES! this is the best  😂😂😂

"Seriously? Again!?" Remus complained when he grabbed the empty box of chocolates from his nightstand.

"What?" James raised his head from his bed.

"You two idiots stole my chocolate again!"

"How do you know it wasn't Peter?" Sirius frowned.

"Because Peter doesn't eat chocolate!" Remus stated, throwing away the empty box.

"Mate, I've told you a million times! It's not us! It's my stupid sister!" James argued. It was close to the full moon and they both knew better than to cross Remus' wrath on those days. Especially if it involved his chocolate.

"You keep saying that but I find it very hard to believe" he glared at the bespectacled boy. "She would never lie to me" he insisted.

"Are you sure about that, mate? She keeps telling you it's us!" Sirius said, pointing at himself and James.

"Because it is!"

"No, it's not!" James said, frustrated. "You really need to stop thinking my sister is perfect, mate. She's very far from it" he said, making Remus glare at him.

"Yeah, mate, all you choosing her over us, it's not cool! She's mean!"

"She's not mean!" Remus argued. "You two always steal things from me and she would never-"

"Hey, dorks, is Remus still doing his rounds? I have his-" you stopped dead in your tracks when you entered the boys' dorm, with a new chocolate box in your hand and eating the last piece of Remus' previous box. "R-Remmy" you chuckled, nervously. "H-hi, love-"

"It was you?!" he asked in disbelief.

"We told you!" James and Sirius said, standing up and looking at you with the biggest smirk on their faces waiting for Remus' wrath to unfold on you. 'You're dead!' James mouthed at you.

"You stole my chocolate? All this time?" he said, walking closer to you and making you back against the door.

"I- uh... y-yeah" you said, looking down.

"But you said it was James and Sirius" he said, with a hurt voice.

"I know, I'm sorry. The first time you just looked so m-mad and I didn't want you to be mad at me and- Look!" you said, raising your hand and showing him the box. "I b-bought you new ones because I know it's close to the full moon and I didn't want you to be more upset" you smiled nervously.

"Oh, she's done" Sirius whispered to James as the two of them looked entertained. But their smirks quickly fell when Remus got closer to you and kissed your cheek, making you smile sweetly at him.

"Thanks, love. You didn't need to buy me a new one" he said, grabbing the box from your hand. "Next time just ask me, yeah?" he said, kissing your forehead and walking between James and Sirius and back to his bed.

"W-wait, that's it?" James complained.

"What?" Remus asked, taking a piece of chocolate as you walked and sat next to him, kissing his cheek.

"Moony! You have been whining about me and Prongs stealing your fucking chocolate when we told you it wasn't us! And then she barges in and all you say is thank you?!" Sirius asked, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"Last time you thought it was me, you threw your book at my head!"

"Yeah, well, she apologized and got me a new box" he said, offering you a piece. "Which you two never did" he explained.

"Because it wasn't us!" they argued at the same time.

"Oh, just give it a rest" you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your temple. "I told you I'm his favorite" you smirked.

[riseofamoonycake]

Moony! 🌙 Can I request a scenario where Shiva, Rudra, Indra, Bishamonten, and Anubis are dads? Sorry if that sounds random I just wanna see fluff with these guys acting fatherly ☺️

That made my heart jump! Yeeessss!

Being Dad ~ RoR edition

Shiva

The joyful dad. There is no shortage of fun with him: he plays with his children whenever he can, carries them around on his shoulders, keeps them happy, always has them in his arms, cuddles them and sometimes behaves worse than them, taking scolding from his partner instead of his own child (and by complaining too, he also earns the punishment).

His children grow up with bright memories of their childhood, perhaps a little spoiled in terms of gifts, but happy, peaceful and very, very loved. They are absolutely daddy's boys and girls.

Sometimes Shiva lacks a bit of firmness, because he finds difficult to impose himself on his children when they make big eyes at him; but for serious things, or if his creature has made a mistake, he becomes severe and nothing escapes him, even if his punishments and reproaches are never cruel. Secretly, then, he becomes gloomy and silent because he is sorry to see his children sad, even if it is necessary for them to understand the mistake through some restriction.

Surely a good papa *^*

Rudra

The responsible and mature father who follows his children without pressuring them. He always has a smile for them, they are his weakness and he doesn't hide it, but he still manages to remain firm and be severe when necessary. He loves to spend as much time outdoors as possible with the children, letting them play and almost always voluntarily subjecting himself to their adorable torments, and dispenses more actions than words.

He loves taking his children into nature, exploring what they don't yet know, teaching them the world step by step; therefore they learn every secret of the sea, of the mountains, of the forces of the Earth, respecting them deeply. Probably, in adulthood they know several languages ​​​​perfectly.

However, the favorite time of the children is the night, when Rudra brings everyone under a cloak of stars and tells a story: one to smile, one to dream, one to grow. She always does it, even when his children grow up, and then they tell him stories in turn.

An indelible figure, bringer of joy and memories of light.

Indra

The carefree father. He cares a lot about his children and watches over them, but it is usually the partner who intervenes when they don't behave in the best way, because he only takes action if and when they commit something really serious.

Secretly, Indra would like to be with them more: play with them more, listen to them more, simply experience more moments with them, beyond his own role and duties; everyone knows it, including his children, who enjoy cuddling him and jumping into his arms every time they see him and can cover him with teasing and kisses.

He probably has a little more control with his sons, while he leaves ample space for his daughters, especially those who have taken on his character and who stand up to him; he needs a queen to keep him in line, and no matter how much he complains, he can only obey.

He wants to be tough, but instead he melts like snow in the sun in front of his family.

Bishamonten

The silent, severe and apparently inflexible father, but with infinite love. Not one for big speeches, Bisha is more of a god of action and shows his affection with gestures, but he is always there for his children, both to encourage and to protect and listen.

He loves very much when his children come to him for help or simply confide in him about something, and he never fails to give direction; behind his stern expression there is great consideration and a lot of dedication to his family, so much so he could do everything for his children.

When he has to punish them for something wrong they have done, Bishamonten does it, but with justice and without being merciless: his children must grow up responsible, not terrified. Sometimes he gives too many rules, but he does it for a good purpose and, in the end, with patience you can compromise. But a minimum of discipline is never lacking.

Sometimes he fears that he is not enough and so he goes to his partner for reassurance, because yes, even the great God of Fortune at War needs it, and there is nothing wrong with that. And regardless, Bishamonten is much better than he thinks.

Don't try to bother, make fun of or mistreat his kids. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Anubis

The dad who, actually, is the real baby. Anubis is always with his kids, he doesn't let go of them for a second, cries and screams if he doesn't see them, becomes a beast if he notices someone or something that he considers a danger to his family.

This god is not capable of being severe with them, not even if he tries: at the first tear he becomes sad himself and gives up, accepts punishments in their place, he would be capable of arguing with his children's friends to protect them, and sometimes his own kids have to tell him to step back and be less awkward. Does Anubis listen to them? No, not about this. Nothing and no one comes before his children, and even when they make mistakes, he always looks for a way to defend them.

The partner has to make a considerable effort to keep this grown child under control, and at the same time it is not that easy to resist his tears; you need patience, nights of reassurance and long chats, and the commitment of the whole family. He is a father who gives a lot of validation, and who cannot help but grow together with his children, and be there for them, no matter how or why.

An adorable dad!

[suugarbabe]

made for loving you | r.l. x reader

an: It's my birthday! & I had this cute little bitty one shot idea that I wanted to do about reader x remus after I heard the song I Was Made for Loving You by Kiss so I had to write it immediately. This is my first time writing marauders era so please be gentle

Warnings: mentions of drinking

word count: ~1.3k

It had been a few years since you had seen everyone, at least all together like you were going to tonight. The years after Hogwarts were very generous to you, and you couldn’t say you were mad about it. You gave another twirl in front of Lily and Marlene, the two coming over to help you pick out your outfit. You had settled on a black plaid skirt paired with a black form fitting turtleneck. The November air in London never being forgiving. 

“You look stunning, truly, y/n/n,” Lily was hyping you up but you couldn’t help the nerves that were bubbling inside. 

“You don’t think it’s too much for a pub?” Doubt written on your face. 

Marlene rolled her eyes, “It’s Sirius’s birthday. You could never wear an outfit that was ‘too much’ when celebrating that man. He’s probably going to go all out himself.” 

You laughed with her and Lilly as you pulled on some black sheer tights and slipped on your boots, “Well you would know best, wouldn’t you Mar?” You gave her a wink. 

Marlene couldn’t contain her smile, “I would know best, thank you very much. You would know more if you came around more often! I feel like we haven’t properly seen you in forever.” 

You pouted slightly, “I know, I’m so sorry. I’ve just been…adjusting to life after Hogwarts. Who’s all gonna be there tonight anyway?” You did you best to sound as nonchalant as possible, forgetting that the two girls in front of you had been your best friends for seven straight years. 

Lily wore a cheeky grin as she answered, “Oh just the old gang, me, Mar, Sirius obviously, James, Frank, Alice and…Remus.” Lily put a little extra emphasis on the last name and your body reacts before you could control it, cheeks flushing a bright red. 

You hum in response, “Oh, cool, perfect. That’ll be exciting to see everyone.” Marlene and Lily exchanged a look, causing you to shift on your feet, “What?”

Marlene rolled her eyes, “Oh nothing, just you trying to act like you’re not still infatuated with Moony boy.” Lily was giggling next to her as you pouted, crossing your arms. 

“Oh come on, y/n/n,” Lily whined, grabbing your hands, “You two have been pining after each other since literally forever, and now you look like a bloody goddess and he’s going to be there, and you know he’ll be too shy to say anything Merlin forbid do anything.” 

You shook your head, opening the door to your flat as the others followed you down the street towards the pub, “I mean yes I had a crush on him but he did not have a crush on me.” 

Marlene and Lilly both groaned. “We’re gonna get a few drinks in you and then you’re going to make a move and see how right we are,” Marlene hooked her arm through your elbow. 

“Yes and I’ll make sure James gets a couple into Remus so maybe he won’t be quite as shy,” Lily smiled, hooking her arm on your other side. 

You made a mental note to have a conversation with both of your friends about what the phrase “few” meant because multiple shots and mixed drinks were far more than a few. The boys were late, which was no surprise, but you were not wanting to be completely drunk before they got here. But presently you didn’t have it in you to be too upset as one of your favorite songs came on and you were dragging your two friends to the small dance floor in the pub. 

You could feel the guitar and drums in your veins as your hips swayed to the beat, you were having a lot more fun than you anticipated for tonight. You danced and sang the lyrics out loud with Marlene and Lily before one of them grabbed your shoulders and forced you to turn around. 

Your eyes locked onto a head of soft brown hair like you were tied to him. As they got their drinks the three boys started walking towards your group. James and Sirius went straight into dancing as Remus, of course, walked smoothly over. 

Maybe it was the amount of alcohol you had, or maybe it was Marlene and Lily’s voice in the back of your head but you had a sudden surge of confidence, pointing your finger right at Remus as you sang the next chorus to the song. 

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby. You were made for lovin’ me” 

Remus wore a shy smile, pointing to himself and cocking his head slightly. You nodded your head, wrapping your free hand that wasn’t holding your drink around his neck and singing the next line.

“And I can’t get enough of you baby. Can you get enough of me?” 

Remus’s free hand found your hip, starting to sway with you for the remainder of the song. You assumed he had had some drinks at home with his friends before coming here. Partly because of the confidence he seemed to be having with you being so forward, and partly due to his seemingly relaxed state in his eyes. 

Over his shoulder you spotted James and Lily, the latter of which sent you a thumbs up before making a shooing motion with her hand. You raised an eyebrow at her and she tilted her head towards the back of the pub. You turned slightly, seeing the back hallway she was motioning to. 

“You okay?” Remus had leaned down to whisper in your ear. Goosebumps raised on your neck and you prayed he couldn’t tell. You looked up at him through your lashes, his honey eyes filled with adoration. 

You grabbed hold of his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and dragging him to the back of the pub. The hallway was only slightly quieter but it was dimmer and just the two of you. You pulled him with you to this space with such force that you nearly slammed your back into the wall with a grip on his jumper. 

Remus stables himself with a hand on the wall behind you. He’s towering over you, looking at you like no one’s ever looked at you before. You barely see his lips tilt into a smile, about to part and say something to you. However before he can get a word out you have another surge of confidence and pull him towards you, pressing your lips together. 

He takes no time to respond, your mouths melding together. His lips on yours was a feeling you never wanted to go without again, you had essentially ruined yourself from being able to kiss anyone else in the future. His free hand found your waist, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he took a step closer to you, deepening the kiss and pressing his body against yours. 

Your fingers are laced in the hair at the base of his neck and when he pushed close to you, you can’t stop yourself from tugging lightly on the strands in your hand. Remus nearly whimpers into your mouth at the action and you swore your knees were going to give out right there. When he finally pulls away you’re both breathless. His forehead is rested against yours and your chests are heaving. 

“Wow,” Remus was the first one to break the silence you two were holding, “I am so incredibly stupid.” Your eyes shot up to meet his, fearful that he regrets what just happened. He can see the apprehension in your face and only smiles at you, cupping your cheek and running his thumb along your lips, “I am so incredibly stupid to have been too shy to do anything like that sooner.” 

You let out a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding before pulling Remus face back to yours, connecting your lips once more.  So enthralled with each other you didn’t notice your group of friends coming down the hall until Sirius opened his big mouth, “Uhm, hello? It’s my birthday, why the hell is no one snogging me like that?” Yours and Remus' response was a simple middle finger thrown his way, not even pulling your faces apart in the process.

[folklcv4r]

You are in love | Harry Potter

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Summary: In which Harry gives a present to his best friend (y/n) for her birthday, but they are both completely in love with each other but are too stupid to realize it.

All the marauders are alive and (y/n) is wolfstar's daughter, it's a bit inspired by tsitp because I'm obsessed.

Warnings: none I think, but if you see one feel free to let me know<3.

For as long as they can remember y/n and Harry organize a little picnic on the beach near the Lupin-Black house to inaugurate each other's birthday, and on y/n's 15th birthday is not the exception, as they watch the sun rise, Harry's watches y/n and notices that she has the most beautiful smile he has ever seen in his life and then decides it's time to give her, her birthday present.

"y/n" says Harry sweetly

"yes harry?"

"I got you something, when I saw it I thought of you" Harry pulls a small velvet box out of his pocket and hands it to her with a nervous smile on his lips.

Harry watches anxiously as she slowly opens the box and stares at the necklace with a smile that could light up a whole city.

"It's beautiful, thank you so much Harry."

"Remember when you taught me the meaning of infinity after you read it in one of Uncle Moony's muggle books?, the first thing I thought you were the smartest person in the world."

"Was?"

"You're still smart you idiot" Harry says as he tousles her hair playfully and grins stupidly when she giggles at his action.

"Do you want me to put the necklace on you?"

"Yes, please."

Harry takes the necklace in his hands and walks over to her as he holds his breath and tries not to let his hands shake as he fastens the necklace, he pulls back a little to look her in the eyes

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, I like you.... the necklace, I like the necklace!" the color of her cheeks turn red and she averts her gaze from Harry's blue eyes and says quickly.

"Don't you think we should go?, my dad must have baked my favorite cookies by now" She gets up hurriedly without waiting for an answer from Harry.

Harry watches her leave and suddenly knows, he is in love with y/n, his best friend.

This is my first time writing and English is not my first language so sorry if this isn't very good.

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hey, could you do a reverse comfort for marauder era sirius black?

Could you maybe use my name? It's Ananya.

If not Y/N is fine too.

Something where, you're like a sister to James, and you practically live in their house because your parents are always travelling or something. You've been dating Sirius for a year, and you happen to be at James's house when Sirius shows up?

You're the only one who can get him to calm down and make him realize that he's worth the love he receives from the Potters, Remus and you?

And then he asks you to just stay with him for the night, and there's some cuddly fluff.

Home

Request: Something where, you're like a sister to James, and you practically live in their house because your parents are always travelling or something. You've been dating Sirius for a year, and you happen to be at James's house when Sirius shows up? You're the only one who can get him to calm down and make him realize that he's worth the love he receives from the Potters, Remus and you? And then he asks you to just stay with him for the night, and there's some cuddly fluff.

Hi! Pretty name, but I try my best to write neutrally, so I’m going to use Y/N for this if that’s alright. Thank you for the request, I really like this idea. I’m sorry I took so long to get to this, but I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I used the house elf Winky in this. I know she wasn’t the Potter house elf, but just pretend.

(Warnings: swearing, mentions of Walburga and Orion’s physical and verbal abuse, the Cruciatus Curse, angst, let me know if i missed anything)

—

You knocked on the door to the Potter mansion, taking a step back to look at the porch. Effie had potted new plants, and enchanted them to bloom a warm red, matching the paint on the front door. 

You took a second to breathe in the air, swearing that it was fresher at the Potter residence. It smelled like home. 

And it practically was. 

You were here more than almost anywhere else. The only place you were at more than James’s house was Hogwarts. But it was summer, and your house was not the ideal place to be. 

Luckily, Euphemia and Fleamont were happy to welcome you into their home. They had always wanted a daughter, and you filled the slot well enough. 

Just as you went to knock again, James opened the door, feigning annoyance. “What do you want?”

“Hello to you, too,” you said, stepping through the threshold of the door. “Are your parents home?”

“Went to Diagon Alley. Mum said she needed to pick up a few things before the term starts,” he said, flopping on the couch. 

James took a swig of his pumpkin juice, before setting it down on the coffee table, kicking his feet up. He held a hand out for you, pulling you down on the couch with him. 

You leaned back, settling in, sighing in relief.

“This is my favorite couch. Seriously, I’m taking it when your parents start passing shit down to you. Consider it my heirloom.”

“Merlin, I swear they’d give you any of the heirlooms first over me. Make yourself comfortable, Your Highness. Want anything? Winky has been dying to smother someone in sweets, recently.”

“And you haven’t taken her up on that? No, let her be,” you said, relaxing and closing your eyes. “Are the boys coming this week? I owled Grimmauld Place yesterday, but nobody answered.”

“Moony is, yeah. Said he’d come by on Thursday. Sirius can’t, though. Walburga isn’t letting him leave the house.”

You scowled at the mention of her name, stealing James’s drink and taking a swig. 

“Such a bitch,” you muttered. 

James nodded, snatching his drink back from you. “A bitch, indeed.” 

Walburga somehow managed to be the most vile woman you’d ever met, and that was saying something. You had seen your fair share of less than unpleasant women, but Walburga took the cake. You figured that out the second you met her. Which was once, accompanying Sirius to Diagon Alley at the beginning of fifth year. 

She took one look at you, and you could tell she wanted to crush you under her heel, like vermin not worth a second glance. It was infuriating.

You routinely talked shit about her to Sirius, who was very amused by it, and welcomed any slander about his mother. His father wasn’t much better, just a slightly less vomit inducing version of her. 

And now they had trapped Sirius in their home, content to lock him up and throw away the key.

“Did he even do anything? He was here the week after the term ended, wasn’t he?”

“Dad heard that he made some kind of fuss in front of guests. Apparently, his parents tried to match him up with Narcissa.”

You felt your stomach turn, eyes widening in shock. “His cousin, Narcissa? The one who I’ve never seen not glued to Malfoy’s side? Shit, I’m so glad I’m not a pureblood.”

“Yeah, well, they’ve started cracking down on him. Something about taking his position more seriously. Bollocks, if you ask me.”

“We’ve got our work cut out for us then, don’t we?” You mused, smirking at the thought. 

James furrowed his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve got until the start of term to figure out some way to break up the marriage pact. I vote for bullying Lucius until he musters up the guts to propose to Narcissa himself. Although, I’m sure she’s got a plan in motion already. She’s a clever one.”

“We’ll think of something,” he grinned, standing. “Want to throw the quaffle around?” 

“Not even a little bit.”

James groaned, pouting. “Oh, come on. Think of all I’ve done for you. Can’t you do this for me?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Done for me? What could you have possibly done for me that’s equivalent enough to making me sit through quidditch outside of school? You’re lucky I even show up to your games.”

“You show up for Sirius,” he deadpanned, smirking when you blushed. “Please? I’m letting you call dibs on the couch.”

You groaned, relenting. “Alright, fine. Only till your parents get back. I get the new broom, though.”

James cheered, rushing for the back door with you sulking behind him. 

—

That Thursday, Remus showed up, as promised.

You were grateful for the added company, happy to speak to someone else for a change. James was a lot to handle for extended periods of time. You loved him, there was not doubting that, but it was draining sometimes.

“You have no idea how many times he’s made me throw the quaffle around. I miss intelligent conversation.” 

“Hey!” James yelled, making Remus chuckle. 

“I’ll throw the quaffle with you later, mate,” he said, setting his things in the guest room. 

Winky suddenly popped up, glaring at Remus. You tried to hide your smile as she scolded him, but you couldn’t help it from breaking through. 

“Be more like Miss Y/N,” she said, moving Remus’s bags to the closet. “She gives bags to Winky. Winky is the best at unpacking.”

“My bad. You can re-sort them, if you’d like,” Remus apologized, raising his hands in surrender. Winky eyes widened and she nodded with forgiveness, sorting his bags away before snapping her fingers, vanishing.

—

Remus stayed the night, planning to stay till Sunday afternoon. You didn’t quite know when you’d leave. James’s parents made it so easy to want to stay. 

“Stay as long as you wish, darling,” Euphemia told you, a warm smile on her face.

Fleamont nodded. “All summer, if you want. We’ve got the room.”

You would’ve happily accepted the offer, and were probably still going to. But you couldn’t muster up a clear answer without feeling guilty, thinking of how miserable Sirius must be. The three of you had sent owls to his house the night before, wishing him well and telling him how much you missed him. 

You had been sending letters all summer, never getting a response. You figured you’d never get one, but that morning, a single letter arrived from Grimmauld Place.

“You need to stop sending letters, you’ll only anger Mother further. She’s quite cross with Sirius.

He’s alright, for now. He isn’t allowed to send any owls, but he told me to tell you he’s fine, and that he’ll see you at school in the fall. Or Diagon Alley a week before the terms if he’s lucky. 

I’ll send an owl if there’s an emergency. Don’t reply to this, Mother doesn’t know I sent it.”

Regulus Black

Scrawled at the bottom in slightly messier cursive, although still pretty, was another note in parenthesis. 

(p.s. - Tell Y/N to stop worrying. I know she’s there. Take care of her, Prongs. I mean it. Moony, take care of Prongs. Y/N, you babysit them both until I get back.)

(p.s., again - Sorry, love. Tough luck.)

You smiled when you read the ending, but the smile quickly fell as you glossed over Regulus’s words again. It was confirmed. Sirius was up to his neck, swimming through bullshit. 

And you didn’t know how to help him. 

Euphemia made lunch for everyone, calling you to the kitchen. You tried to push the thought of Sirius in that house to the back of your mind, but it just wouldn’t budge. 

You must have been staring into space, because you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N? You alright?”

It was James’s voice. You turned to see him giving you a concerned look, pausing from eating his food. Remus coaxed him back, giving you a small smile. 

“Don’t worry about him, love. He’s gotten quite good at taking care of himself. Even dresses himself in the mornings,” Remus joked, but you didn’t laugh. 

“He should have to take care of himself,” you grumbled, pushing your plate away. “He’s still a child.”

Effie reached her hand over your shoulder, pulling your plate back towards you. “Eat. It does nobody any good if you sit here sulking.”

“He’d be pissed if he knew I was letting you not eat because of him,” James agreed, giving you a look of empathy.

You sighed, reluctantly continuing to eat. Effie frowned, knowing you were still upset, and just eating to appease her. She sighed, running a comforting hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. 

“Tell you what. You finish that, and I’ll send a letter myself. Walburga won’t ignore me, as much as she would like to. We’ll make sure he’s alright, darling. And we’ll do something if he isn’t.”

You nodded, continuing to eat. 

Remus cleared his throat, changing the subject. “Alright, what should we do today? I don’t think I can stomach another session of throwing the quaffle around, but I’m sure we’ll think of something.” 

You grinned, and James pouted in his seat. 

“Aww, don’t pout, James,” you said, tapping the space between his eyebrows with the tip of your finger. “You’re too pretty for premature wrinkles.”

—

You all managed to agree on something to do, and you hung out together into the evening, now all sitting on the floor by the fireplace. It was pouring rain outside, and the air had a slight chill to it. 

Effie and Monty had gone upstairs, trying to get a little peace and quiet. To be fair, you were all being quite loud. 

You laughed hard, quickly shaking your head. “Wait! Remember in fourth year, James stood up on the table and read that poem he found to Lily in front of the entire Great Hall?”

“And she hexed him. Your hair was blue for a week, mate,” Remus grinned, watching James flush red.

“I couldn’t figure out how to reverse it!” He said, before turning his gaze to you. “And who are you to talk? You were practically drooling over Sirius before he finally figured it out and asked you to Hogsmeade.”

“She still drools over Sirius,” Remus said into his cup, taking a swig. 

You smacked Remus’s arm, glaring. “First of all, I’m the one who fixed your hair James, so be nice. Second…can you blame me? It’s Sirius.”

“He does sort of drool over you, too, to be fair,” James said, smirking as you turned away to hide the heat that had crept up your cheeks.

“Whatever,” you muttered. “At least I didn’t get hexed.”

“Hey—“

Before James could finish, there was a frantic knock at the front door. You all furrowed your brows, not expecting anyone to show up. You set down your cup, standing.

“I’ll get it.”

“Be careful!” James called over to you, tossing you your wand. “Take this.”

You nodded, but James didn’t sound too concerned. It was probably a friend of his parents. It was Friday night, after all, and his parents were very popular people. They could have just agreed to go out tonight, and forgotten to tell you. You shrugged, walking to the front door. 

When you opened it, the last thing you expected to see was Sirius, soaked to the bone and shaking on the front porch.

You placed your wand on the little table by the front door, eyes wide in shock. 

“Sirius?”

He hadn’t met your eyes yet, still shaking like a leaf that was clinging on for dear life in a storm. You gently reached a hand out, laying it on his shoulder. He immediately flinched, and you recoiled, holding your hands up in surrender. 

“It’s just me, love. It’s just me.”

You held your hand out for him, gently taking his hand in yours. It tremoured, his fingers rigid and curled in. You furrowed your brows, frowning. You desperately hoped that he was trembling just because he was cold. He was soaked, after all. 

But you knew you were clinging desperately to hope, and luck was not likely to be on your side. No, there was a much more accurate, and much more devastating possibility. 

Someone had used the Cruciatus Curse on him. 

You gently pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. You eased his coat off his shoulders, laying it on the table next to you. 

“Sirius?” You asked, brushing his hair out of his face. “You have to tell me what happened. Please?” 

He finally looked up at you, face pale, before he dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. You followed him down, settling behind him to hold him up. 

“Effie? Euphemia, please, help me. Mum!”

You heard commotion on the second floor, and feet came rushing down the stairs, but James and Remus beat Euphemia and Fleamont into the room. James stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight of you on the floor, holding his best friend who was still uncontrollably shaking. 

Euphemia and Fleamont finally made it into the room, both letting out small gasps at the sight before them. You looked to them desperately, Sirius clinging to you. There was a pause, and then Monty cleared his throat.

“Right,” he finally said, casting a drying spell over Sirius before turning to the boys. “You two, help me get him up. He must be freezing. Fireplace, now.”

They nodded, quickly moving to help Sirius. He clung to you when he felt hands on him, but you gently shushed him, easing him off of you. 

“I’ve got you, mate,” James said, pulling Sirius’s weight into him. “I promise you that. I’ve got you.”

You gently passed him, sending a silent thank you to James. “I’ll be right there, I promise. Let me talk to Effie, alright?”

Reluctantly, he fully let go, allowing the boys and Fleamont to help him up. As soon as he was out of earshot, you turned to Effie. 

“They used the Cruciatus on him. I’m sure of it.”

Effie shook with a quiet but violent rage, nodding with tears in her eyes. You may have been like a daughter to her, but Sirius was like a son. One of her children was hurt. 

“I know. How could a mother do that to her own child?”

Her voice was thick with tears, and you laid a comforting hand on her arm. “I don’t know how to help him. I need you to help me with him, I don’t want to hurt him. Do you think he’s in pain?”

“Were his hands stiff? His fingers?”

You nodded, and she sighed, rubbing her temples. “The worst of it is over, then. That normally only happens with the curse that has been used either multiple times, or once for a long time.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears at her words, quickly trying to blink them away. She continued, only making your heart hurt worse. 

“Rigidity is his body’s way of healing. The muscles tense up so he doesn’t overexert them. It’s an involuntary response, it’ll ease with time. It shouldn’t hurt much, not anymore. I can give him a potion though, it’ll calm him and help the process along faster.”

“Is there anything I can do?” You asked, sounding desperate. “I don’t think I can handle watching him be in pain.”

“Ease his hands to a relaxed position, if he lets you. Stimulating the muscles will help them heal faster.” 

You nodded, and she took a deep breath, headed for the stairs. 

“I’ll get him the potion. Go sit with him, darling. You’re his best treatment.”

She left you alone in the room, already halfway up the stairs as she gave you directions. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You had to be strong, right now. For Sirius. 

You headed into the room, finding Sirius sat in front of the fire with a blanket around his shoulders. He stared blankly into the flames, his eyes distant. Remus and James shared glances between themselves, saying without saying that the two of them had no clue about what to do. Monty stood at the back of the room, waiting for Euphemia to join him.

Quietly, you eased your way onto the floor, sitting beside Sirius. He turned his head at the sense of movement, immediately reaching for you. You opened your arms, letting him sink into them. He kept his arms clutched tight around your waist, hiding his face in your stomach. 

You looked up in bewilderment, silently begging for someone to do something. Monty must have felt your desperation, waiting for Effie to return with the potion before taking it from her hand, passing it to you. 

“Sirius,” you muttered into his hair, gently coaxing him. “Sirius, you need to drink this. It’ll help you feel better.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” he said, although you barely heard him through his muffled voice in your shirt. 

“What?” You asked again, trying to coax his head up. 

“Mother makes me take a Sleeping Draught every night, so I won’t bother her past dusk. It doesn’t feel right, it makes me see things. It’s more than sleeping. It’s worse.”

You felt a twinge in your heart at his words, shaking your head. “This isn’t a sleep potion, darling. Just a calming one.”

“It’ll ease you, lad. Both mind and body,” Fleamont said, waving his hand encouragingly. “We wouldn’t make you take anything that would hurt you. Drink it, son.”

You pulled the cork out of the vile, gently easing Sirius’s head back. “Open, please.”

Reluctantly, he parted his lips, letting you pour the potion past them. He swallowed, grimacing at the taste. Remus handed Sirius his cup, letting him take a sip. 

“Wash it down, it’ll help. Trust me, I know. Madam Pomfrey’s made me take my fair share of that one.”

Sirius visibly eased, leaning back into your side. You took one of his hands in yours, gently rubbing your thumb in circles along his joints. Slowly, his hands began to relax. 

“What happened, Sirius? Do you think Walburga and Orion will come after you?” Fleamont asked. 

“She doesn’t have the gall,” Effie said, her first time speaking since she entered the room. She was visibly pale. “It’s not the Black way, is it Sirius?”

“I expect I’m burned off the tapestry by now. Mother was angrier than I’ve ever seen her. Fed up with me, I guess. Too many letters, too much noise, too much trouble. I don’t know, it all happened so fast. I was explicitly told I am never welcome back. Ever. That’s actually the one nice thing she’s ever done for me…naming Regulus heir.”

You frowned at his words. He laced them with humor, but you could see straight through it. He was minutes away from crumbling. 

“Is Regulus alright?” You asked, turning his attention to you. “Does he need to come, too?”

Sirius shook his head. “No. He’s alright, he promised. And I know he wasn’t lying. He’s the one who told me it’s better that I leave. He’ll probably be getting special treatment, now that he’s the heir of the house. Guess he figured I’d have somewhere to go.”

“He was right, dear. You’ll stay with us. As long as you need. Forever, if you want. It’s a pleasure to have you. You’re just as much a son to us as Y/N is a daughter,” Effie smiled. 

“Which is basically blood,” James said, grinning. “I mean, she’s here all the time. Might as well call her a sister, right?”

There was a light chuckle throughout the room, but everyone was still uneasy. Finally, Effie clapped her hands together.

“I’ll have Winky make you something to eat, and bring you another potion to take before you go to sleep. You need your rest.”

“Take the guest room,” Remus piped in. “I’ll bunk with James.”

“No—“

“Wasn’t a question, mate. You’re taking it.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, only giving him a grateful nod. You rubbed his back, standing up. 

“I’m in the next room. Do you feel like eating right now, or do you want to lay down for a bit? I’ll help you to your room.”

“I’ll grab you some clothes,” James said, and you gave him a grateful smile. 

You caught Effie faintly smiling, tears welling in her eyes. Her kids, all grown up and responsible, taking care of each other without a second thought. It warmed her heart. 

“Come along, darling,” Monty said, taking Effie’s hand. “I think they can handle it from here, let’s leave him be. Sirius, if you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Ask anyone. We’re here if you need us,” Remus said, offering a smile.

“Right, everyone. Let’s let him be for the night. I want everyone to get some rest, we’ll talk more in the morning. I love you, my boys. I love you, my girl. Goodnight,” Effie said, headed for the stairs with Monty in tow. 

James and Remus gave Sirius a quick hug, and then you, before following them up the stairs. When you heard everyone’s door close, you immediately turned to Sirius, searching his eyes for any pain or emotion. He looked exhausted. 

“You should eat something.”

“Too tired,” he murmured, casting his eyes to the floor. 

You nodded. “In the morning, then. Promise?”

“I promise.”

That was good enough for you. You gently took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers. You braced his arm with yours, taking the stairs one at a time, going as slow as he needed you to. 

When you made it to the top, you guided him to his door. You opened it for him, nodding for him to go inside, but he gave you a look of fear, one that struck you like an arrow in the heart.

“Do you need me to stay?” You asked, giving his hand a squeeze. 

He only nodded, ashamed.

“I’ll stay.” 

You led him into the room, pulling back the sheets on the bed and propping up the pillows. James had left a fresh pair of socks, a shirt, and a pair of fleece pajama pants at the foot of the bed. 

Sirius took his shoes off, grimacing in pain while he bent down. 

You sighed, walking back over to him to help. You kicked his shoes to the side, bending down to yank his socks off. You moved back up his body, gripping the bottom of Sirius’s shirt. 

“This ok?” You asked, and he nodded in consent. Your voice was soft. “Arms up.”

You eased his shirt off of him, before doing the same to his pants, tucking your fingers in the waistband and pulling them down to his shins for him to step out of. 

You quickly helped him redress to his level of comfort, before throwing off some of your outer clothes until you were comfortable enough to sleep in them, too. 

“Come on, then,” you said, crawling into the right side of the bed. 

You knew Sirius preferred the left. He liked to be closest to the door. He quickly took his spot, settling under the sheets. He sat still for a moment, but finally caved, reaching an arm over. 

“Can I?”

You opened your arms for him, giving him room. “Come here, love.”

He immediately sunk into your arms, pressing himself as close to you as he possibly could. You wrapped one arm protectively around his shoulders, curling your fingers through his hair with the other. You sat in silence for a moment, before Sirius finally couldn’t take it any longer.

“Talk to me, please,” he muttered.

“About what, love? I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it or not. Do you want me to distract you, or do you want to talk about it?”

Sirius hummed into your neck, and you felt him shrug his shoulders. You nodded, pressing the matter further.

“Alright. Let’s talk about it, then. What’s on your mind?”

Sirius was quiet a moment, contemplating whether or not he should actually speak, before he relented.

“I know it’s for the better.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Being here, with you. With the Potters. I know it’s for the better, but I can’t help but feel like I shouldn’t be here. Like I don’t deserve it, or something.”

“Don’t say that,” you shook your head, holding him tighter. “You don’t belong there, and you’re certainly better off here with us. Why wouldn’t you deserve that?”

“You’re doing too much for me. It’s a burden on you all.”

“You’re not a burden. Not to me, or to anyone in this house, alright. Everyone here is your family, and they wouldn’t hesitate to help you if you needed it.”

You continued to run a hand through his hair, using the other to trace and gently massage the muscles down his shoulders and his back. He relaxed under your touch, lulling into a haze. Finally feeling safe and warm, Sirius felt like he could actually get some genuine sleep around you for the first time in months. 

A sleep that wasn’t induced by some kind of potion, at that.

“I’m tired,” he muttered, turning the conversation away from himself and the night's events.

“Rest, darling. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ll stay?” He asked, his voice growing small.

“Of course I will,” you answered, your tone soft. “Go to sleep, Sirius. I’m right here if you need me.”

He was too tired to muster up a response, only humming into your neck. You squeezed him tight to you, resting your head back into the pillow, shutting your own eyes for the night. 

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A/N - Hi! I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!

[amoraffairs]

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: remus is unsure of whether to call you, but with encouragement from james ,sirius & mostly belle, he decides to call you.

notes: i wrote this supper fast & it’s super short. it’s basically setting up y/n & remus’s relationship. I love writing for them more than i thought I would.

part one

“Cmon Daddy, We’re late” Belle says tugging Remus hand. “We wouldn’t of been if you didn’t run of” He jokes. Belle just simply continues to pull him forward.

The father daughter duo make their way in the Potter. Belle shouting a Happy Birthday & then a demand for cake.

“Well we were waiting for you missy” Sirius says resulting in Belle sticking her young at him. Sirius shrugs innocently as he ignores Remus’ glare. Remus knowing she learned that from Sirius.

“I’m sorry Unca Siri, for being late.” Belle says repeating the words she practiced in the car with Remus.

“My favorite niece can be as late as she want.” James says picking her up & spinning her around. Belle letting out childish giggles.

“Well your favorite niece, got lost in the store today.”Belle let’s out a gasp, that he told on her.

“It’s cause I saw Unca Jamie in the store, we’ll not Unca Jamie. I thought it was you. She had the same hat as you & wore your glasses.” Belle defends.

“She’s my best friend now. She’s really pretty. Daddy thinks so too.”

“Ohh he does” James says rising her eyebrows at Remus. All stares were on him. Remus rolls his eyes at his friends actions.

“Yeah, & she gave me her number so we can hangout. Daddy is holding it for me.” Instantly his revived knowing looks from both Sirius & James.

“So when is Dad going he going to call him.” James asks Belle. “Right now!” She shouts excitedly.

“Belle, Im starting to think you like her more than me.” Sirius says in mock offensive.

“Ye—“ Belle starts to say but James covers her mouth. “She says I’m a real princess unlike you Unca Siri” Belle says her arms crossing over each other in annoyance.

“I said it one time & I was joking.” Sirius defends.

“Ok, you two. You need to separate before it gets ugly. Hey Belle, you want to help Lily get the cake.” James says & Belle runs to this kitchen excited for cake.

“So Moony you going to call her.” James asks a teasing tone in his voice. “Don’t start.”Remus says.

“Cmon Moony, what’s there to think about. You haven’t gone on a date since ‘she who must not be named’ left.” Sirius tells him, his words carefully.

Remus winces, physical winces. The subject of Belle’s mother was still tough for him. She left when Belle was one, only leaving a note.

“I don’t know.”Remus shrugs. “What’s the harm in just calling her. Let Belle have her play date & get to know her.” James compromises.

“Maybe..” Remus starts by is interrupted by the sound of happy birthday, as cake came.

You sit in your small bedroom apartment. The sound of your phone ringing draws you out of the book you were reading.

“Hi is this Y/N. I’m Remus from the store with my daughter—“ You hear Remus start to say but not before another voice interrupting him.

“Is that Y/N. Let me talk to her. Please. Can I talk to her please.” You recognize the voice as Belle & you smile at the thought she really wants to talk to you.

“Hold on bug.” You hear Remus tell her. “Hi, Remus” You finally tell him.

“Belle was wondering if you’d want to hang out with her-“ “tomorrow” “Bug tomorrow too short notice, how about in a week—“

“I could do tomorrow” You say hoping to stop an argument. You hear a cheer from the phone. Belle’s voice.

“Great. Belle want to show you her castle, she made. Is one at our house ok.” Remus tells you.

“It’s perfect” “I’ll send you the directions” You hang up, with a smile on your face.

You know on the door of the Lupin house.

“It’s Y/N. I’ll get it.” “Belle don’t open the door without knowing who it is” You hear the father duo from inside the house.

“Y/N is it you” Belle shouts on the other side of the door. Once you say yes, the door opens.

The door opens to reveal Belle. She’s in another yellow dress. This time a replica of the cartoon princess Belle.

She runs up to hug you & you lift her up so you are carrying her. “How are you, princess.”

Remus runs up to the door in an attempt to stop belle from opening the door, only to be too late.

“I asked who it was this time,Daddy” Belle says in attempt to defend my self.

Remus eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N” You give me a smile in return.

“Come look at my castle. Daddy made it for me because I passed my test.” Belle tells you jumping down from your hold & running into the house. In an attempt to get her Castle ready.

Remus invites you in the home, & you wait in the Lupin living room. Given strict instructions from the five year old not to look yet.

“I never properly thanked you for finding Belle. I couldn’t imagine if you weren’t there.” Full sincerity in his voice.

“Technically she found me.” You both let out a laugh.

“You read?” You ask pointing to the bookshelf stuffed with books.

“Yeah, but as much as would like to recently.” You let out a knowing nod. “I’ve been halfway through the Bell Jar for weeks.”

“If you ever need a new book, you can borrow any of mine.” Remus shyly says.

“I might take you up on that offer, you practically have a whole library.” Remus lets out a genuine laugh. Remus goes to say something before Belle’s voice interrupts him.

“Come look at my Castle Y/N. You can come live it it too.” Belle says appearing next to you, dragging you toward her room.

Remus smiles at your retreating figure. Maybe Sirius & James were right.

[soupdeewoop]

why (in my mind) down bad is Remus Lupin's song

[Verse 1]

Did you really beam me up In a cloud of sparkling dust i like to think that this part is when like (based on atyd) when Dumbledore comes and enrolls remus at hogwarts, and takes him to this place that is so new and sparkling to him.

Just to do experiments on? Tell me I was the chosen one so this is also about Dumbledore. i mean if you've been in the fandom long enough we know that Dumbledore isn't exactly a great person like he's deemed to be. i like how this line includes "chosen one" bc harry (obviously). it just goes to show how Dumbledore has done the same bads things for two generations of people.

Showed me that this world is bigger than us Then sent me back where I came from going back to atyd (i haven't finished atyd and not everything i say here is gonna be about it btw), remus being exposed to hogwarts and being (somewhat) happy i what i connect this line to. he came from a place of loneliness, to hogwarts, and then the war, and back to not having anyone around.

[Pre-Chorus]

For a moment, I knew cosmic love hogwarts. the marauders. sirius. yeah.

[Chorus]

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym lol fuck my man probably doesn't go the gym but it does make sense for him to cry at the most random places yk? he's lost the people he loves

Everything comes out teenage petulance i feel like a lot of people would definitely become petty and like "ugh whatever" kinda attitude. after losing so many people, i mean, is there even a point to even think rationally? it might not be correct, but does it matter?

"Fuck it if I can't have him" "I might just die, it would make no difference" remus has felt this way throughout so much, i mean, should we be supreised? cause i think not. i feel like the "him" is sirius, cause he did have him back but then he DIED, so remus is just like "wtf wtf wtf why cant i just HAVE HIM you gave him to me BACK! ykw, i might just die it would make no difference"

Down bad, wakin' up in blood Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up I'm sorry but he is a werewolf sadly. he wakes up in blood. ALONE THO. it makes sense for him to stare at the sky (maybe looking it the sirius start mayhaps?) and being like "PICK ME UP PLEASE"

Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

[Post-Chorus]

Down bad Fuck it if I can't have him Down bad Fuck it if I can't have him i (don't like) to think how he would just be on the floor after his transformation, down bad on the floor, "fuck it if i cant have him here next to me, helping me" "i could just stay here, there's no point in getting up"

[Verse 2]

Did you take all my old clothes Just to leave me here, naked and alone i mean, sirius stealing moonys sweaters and clothes is one of my favorite things, but in this context, he dint only steal that. he stole everything. his clothes, his sense of belonging, his whole fucking soul basically. and then he left him forever.

In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now? i mean this town can literally mean HIS TOWN or maybe even hogwarts? imagine how bad it must have been for him when he went to hogwarts as a teacher, the hallowness in his heart there without everybody he's known and loved for years.

They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you um well sirius is in azkabhan. yeah.

[Pre-Chorus]

For a moment, I was heavenstruck he was heavenstruck, sirius was moonystruck

[Chorus]

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym) Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" (Fuck it if I can't have him) "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood) Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

[Post-Chorus]

Down bad (Like I lost my twin) i like how this one says "like i lost my twin" cause i feel like wolfstar are soulmates argue to the fucking wall. in my mind they're not opposite but not exactly the same. kinda like two sides on the same coin yk?

Fuck it if I can't have him (Down bad) Down bad (Wavin' at the ship) Fuck it if I can't have him

[Bridge]

I loved your hostile takeovers Encounters closer and closer after sirius escaping, maybe they did try to get back together? their encounters, where sirus gets "closer and closer". slowly but surely.

All your indecent exposures How dare you say that it's— their "indecent exposures" being at hogwarts. the love and affection. maybe sometimes being indecently exposed (sorry james [not sorry] peter)

I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it remus would. he would whisk them both away to somewhere where no one can find them both.

How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded now, back to the petulance. obviously he knows this isn't sirus's fault, but sometimes pettiness takes over.

'Cause fuck it, I was in love So fuck you if I can't have us 'Cause fuck it, I was in love let him be. my man was in love with sirius black. his soulmate. he can be upset.

[Chorus]

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym) Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" (Can't have him) "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood) Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

[Post-Chorus]

Down bad (Like I lost my twin) Fuck it if I can't have him (I'm down bad) Down bad (Wavin' at the ship) Fuck it if I can't have him

[Outro]

Like I lost my twin Fuck it if I can't have him Down bad (Wavin' at the ship) Fuck it if I can't have him

and yeah. that why this song is so remus coded.

[kittykatkatelol2]

"We are uncles, Moons!" Wolfstar Oneshot

Prompt by @wolfstarmicrofic (prompt: uncle)

-

"Oh my god.. Moons, we are uncles! Like actual uncles-"

"Sirius, Harry is literally nine. We have been uncles for nine years," Remus says, laughing a little.

"I know. But still, I am still in disbelief my best friend, and brother, had a kid," Sirius says, smiling as he watched James and Regulus walk through their kitchen fire with Harry in toe.

"Sorry we're late guys, but-"

"James nearly killed me by leaving his god forsaken wand on the living room floor, where I tripped and nearly blew myself, and our house, up."

Sirius has to stifle a laugh at his little brother's words, and hold back the urge to fist bump James.

Remus merely facepalms.

"I would ask how and why that happened, but I don't want to know. All that matters is that you're here now," Remus says, smiling a little at them all, while Sirius is still trying not to laugh at the images in his head from Regulus's words.

"Dinner's already made, and we have some sherbet ice cream as well for after," Sirius says, not-so-subtlety winking at Harry, who giggled. Sherbet was Harry's favorite.

"Thank you-"

"Sweet, Rem, Pads, what did you guys make? I'm starving," James says, interrupting his husband who rolls his eyes, but more in a playful way than in an annoyed way.

"Beef and mushroom stew, and fresh baked rolls," Remus replies, it was far from unknown that Remus loved to, and was really good at, cooking, and this was one of Remus's favorites.

"Race you down uncle pads!" Harry says, taking off to go downstairs to eat.

"You get back here!" Sirius says, his voice filled with mirth, and laughing as he hastily chases after his little nephew.

Remus and Regulus shake their heads in a content manner as James chases after the both of them.

"Wait up!" James calls.

And after a few moments, and the others must surely be downstairs, Regulus says, "We probably should join them, shouldn't we?"

"Yeah, probably."

The two join their husbands and little Harry downstairs a few minutes later.

. . .

"Say thank you to your uncles, Harry, for this delicious dinner," Regulus says softly to his son who had just finished eating.

"Thank you uncle moony and uncle pads!" Harry says in a cheerful voice.

"Our pleasure, mini-prongs!" Sirius replies, matching Harry's cheerful tone.

Sirius grips Remus's hand from under the table, and whispers in a voice quiet enough so Remus would be the only one to hear it.

"Rem, I love you so much, I don't know how I ever got so lucky to have you, Harry, James, Regulus, and I never want to let this life or anyone in it, go."

Remus smiles over at his husband, who didn't release his hand after speaking.

"I love you too, and I wouldn't trade any of this for the world."

-

[Word count: 454]

[itsjustfire4]

Double Moon; pt 2

He woke up yet again when Sirius stirred, Remus’s eyes snapped open as he was suddenly very alert. Sirius’s eyes eased open and he took in Remus blinking at him tiredly, unaware of his staring. He smiled at the werewolf as the latter realized what he was doing and blushed furiously.

“Bonjour ma chérie” Sirius whispered, sitting up and looking down at his friend.

“Mornin’ pads” Remus blinked, not wanting to move from his spot. He was still in pain and it hurt to talk, his voice was raspy and his bones ached. He knew he’d have to get up though, he knew he’d have to go to class and down a pain killer potion even though they had no effect. He’d suck it up and try to trick his brain into believing the potion worked.

“How are you feeling?” Sirius looked concerned as he ran his soft thumb over Remus’s cheek. It was a comforting manner that made the scarred boy’s heart skip a beat.

“Like shit,” Remus admitted, there wasn’t any point in lying to his long haired friend. Sirius always seemed to see through his lies.

“Are you up to go to class?” Sirius knew what the response would be, but he had to ask anyways. He didn’t want Remus to go to class, he always over worked, but he knew there wasn’t any point in arguing. If Remus pushed himself too much, he’d make him to go the hospital wing or their dorm.

Remus nodded and took in a deep breath before getting up. He asked if Sirius wanted to wake Peter up or for him to do it. Sirius groaned and said he’d wake their friend up. Peter was always the last up and he wasn’t at all a morning person. There’s a sixty percent chance you’ll get punched for waking the short boy up. Peter always felt bad if he hit Remus but never James or Sirius, they called it favoritism. Remus figured he was only doing it because he knew his friend was in pain. He normally would’ve been upset about it, saying he didn’t need to be babied, but right now he didn’t care.

Remus was in the bathroom when he heard Sirius hiss in pain, indicating Peter was now awake. And had smacked the other for waking him. Their muffled voices coming through the bathroom door.

“Oh shut up, it doesn’t hurt that bad you bloody wuss,” he heard Peter say grumpily.

“One day we’ll just leave you and you’ll miss all your classes,” Sirius quipped, he heard him move away from Peter’s bed and near his own. They continued to argue until Remus walked out of the bathroom and told them to shut up because they were giving him a headache.

“Sorry, Moony,” they both apologized in unison.

The silence continued as the three of them got ready, only being broken when they got down to the great hall. James was already there, waiting for his friends to arrive before he started eating. Peter slid into the seat next to James and the other two sat across from him. The noise in the dinning hall was frusturating enough to put spike the brunnette’s headache.

“I got something for you Moony!” James exclaimed, reaching his hand in his bag and pulling out a small box. He held the box out to the taller boy, urging him to take it. Remus eyed him suspiciously, but opened the box anyway. Inside was 5 bars of Remus’s favorite chocolate and a letter addressed to him. One chocolate for everyday until the moon and one for the day after. He opened the letter and started reading it, it was from James’s mom.

Remus,

I know you don’t like people fussing over you, but I saw these at the shop the other day and couldn’t resist. I know this month is a difficult one so I figured this might help a bit. My boys told me this was your favorite chocolate a while ago and I took note of it in case I came across it. Hope this helps, and don’t push yourself too much.

Love,

Effie

Remus smiled, Euphemia Potter might be one of his favorite people. Sirius, being as nosy as he is, read the note over his shoulder and smiled as well.

“Prongs, I love your mum,” Remus sighed happily, putting the box into his bag for later.

“Who doesn’t, mate” James winked, “she sent that a couple day ago and told me to give it to you 4 days before.”

“Yeah, she sent me 5 chocolates,” Remus started making his toast, his day made by his best friend’s mother. He got through one slice of toast before he couldn’t eat anymore. He remembered Madame Pomfrey telling him to go see her that morning. He got up, telling his friends what he remembered and grabbed his bag.

“Want me to come with you?” Sirius offered, already picking up his bag, “I’m done with breakfast and James stinks.”

James threw him the finger as Sirius got out of his seat, looking at Remus expectingly.

“If you want to, probably won’t be to interesting though” Remus shrugged, turning to walk out of the great hall as Sirius grinned and followed him.

They walked in silence for a while before the shorter boy broke it, “do you know what Madame Pomfrey wants?”

Remus just shrugged again, “preparations for the moon?”

Sirius nodded and silence fell between them again, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, just silent. Remus wished Sirius would speak though, as he was afraid he’d be able to hear his bones screaming if their silence continued.

They reached the hospital wing and Remus let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t see the mediwitch so he figured she was in her office. Not wanting to intrude he called out to her, “Madame Pomfrey?”

She appeared from her office immediately, “Remus! What have I told you, just call me Poppy!” She reminded, walking over to them with her usual quickness. Sirius shot him an amused look and Remus knew he was going to bring that up later. “Come into my office, do you want Mr. Black there?”

“Is it just the routine thing?” Remus asked, if it wasn’t he wasn’t sure he wanted Sirius to see or hear more than he was used too.

“Yes,” Poppy smiled, gesturing for the boys to go to her office.

“Then sure,” Remus sighed, starting for her office. Sirius wasn’t far behind, a genuine smile on his face as if he was being trusted with the most important information. Sirius was always interested in things that had to do with Remus’s condition but never pushed for anything. He knew it made Remus anxious so he didn’t ever ask for more than he was given. It was comforting in a way the werewolf couldn’t explain.

He didn’t really think his normal pre-moon check ups were very interesting. It felt like an annual doctors check up. Poppy made sure his heart rate and blood pressure were normal, asked what potions he thought were working, asked if there were any wounds that didn’t heal properly last month, anything new he wanted to mention, etc. Sirius on the other hand was listening intently on their discussion. He didn’t interrupt or add any input, just listened quietly, soaking up all the information presented.

The check up didn’t take very long but it cut into their first class, which today was transfiguration. The mediwitch gave them both a note from her of where they’d been and to excuse them. She gave them each a biscuit and sent them on their way, telling Remus to go to her if there were any problems.

“So,” Sirius started as they rounded the corner to class, “thats what she does every month before the moon?”

Remus nodded, feeling his throat tighten after speaking for to long. Sirius seemed satisfied none the less and changed the topic. He must have noticed Remus’s inability to speak because he just talked about nonsense. He kept changing one topic to another until they reached their class, where he opened the door for his friend, bowing dramatically. Professor McGonagall didn’t look up at them or even question why they were late. She just continued talking as the rest of the class turned around to look at the pair.

“Professor! Lupin and Black were late,” Snape sneered, glaring at the two boys who had just sat down. Both boys rolled their eyes, sending each other a knowing look that presented their annoyance.

“I realize that Mr. Snape,” their professor said sternly, not taking well to being interrupted, “Their being late to my class does not affect you, so please, do not interrupt me while I’m teaching.”

“But they-“ Snape started to defend himself, before the professor shot him a stern look.

Remus tried to hide his amused smile behind his book as McGonagall continued talking about their assignment. When she assigned them their work she walked over to the boys who were shooting each other hidden smiles and stopped just in front of them.

“Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, you have a free period after this correct?” She asked, already knowing the answer. They nodded and she continued, “see me after class please.”

She walked back to her desk and Snape gave them a proud look. Remus just rolled his eyes and started on the assignment.

[starchaseriseverything]

Remus wakes up to the one and only James Potter standing over him. "Jesus, James."

"Happy Birthday, Moony!" That woke up Sirius from beside him.

"Prongs! Cut it out! I'm tired!"

James' face sags a little. "Sorry, Padfoot. Just wanted to surprise Moony."

"It's fine, Prongs." Sirius sits up and kisses Remus' forehead. "Joyeux anniversaire, Mooney."

"Thanks, my love."

"Always."

"You're sickening!" Peter shouts from his bed.

"You're just sour because you're single." Sirius says.

"Not the point!"

"Shut the fuck up." Remus hears someone say.

James smiles a little wider. "Sorry. Let's get out of here before we keep getting yelled at."

James walks right out, and when James wakes up, he never leaves without getting dressed, so he must already be. Remus grabs his outfit picked out for him by his beautiful boyfriend - which Remus will never mention to his face to keep his ego in check - and walks to the bathroom to get ready.

Sirius picked out a white shirt, his favorite sweater, and baggy jeans. He's not gonna lie. He does look amazing in this outfit.

They go down to breakfast, and while he passes, he gets a bunch of 'happy birthday's' from all his friends. He stares at the Gryffindor table where they sit. It's decorated with balloons and a banner above the table that says 'Happy Birthday, Mooney!'.

James is grinning from ear to ear next to him. "Do you like it?"

"Bit much, ain't it?"

"Never enough for our Mooney." His boyfriend says on the other side of him.

Peter isn't affected at all and just walks to the table and plops down in his usual seat. Marlene is seemingly enthused, smiling up at him as he sits down next to Sirius.

Lily, Mary, Marlene, Alice, and Frank have been sitting with them for years now. Since the second year, at least. But Marlene always sat with James first year before she got her own friends. They've been friends since seven. Apparently, they lived right next to each other and were living next to muggles.

They're family's are weird. That's all he has to say. I mean, Marlene is a half-blood, but James? James is a pure-blood, well, blood-traitor, but still.

Breakfast was - as usual- eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. It's what they always have on Sunday's. It's a tradition for the house elves to cook with the head teacher of each house for birthdays, though. And Minnie is a good cook. So, it should be much better than it usually is.

When Remus took that first bite, he was in awe. Minnie did a lot better this year. It's amazing.

After breakfast, they went back to the common room to open presents. James and Marlene ran ahead of them and set it all up. There was a whole spot just for them. Always has been since second year. No one ever goes in that spot. Not if they want to be the victim of a prank.

Marlene and James are sitting right next to each other, smiles mirroring each other's. The chair is surrounded by presents. Remus' spot. "Why so many?" He asks.

"Because you deserve it." Lily responds as she goes to sit down next to Mary and Alice. Frank follows behind while Sirius sits at the end of the couch closest to the chair. Remus sighs and sits down as best he could without touching the gifts.

Sirius smiles. "Mine first." He says while grabbing a small box wrapped in a happy birthday wrapping paper. Now that Remus is actually looking at them, they all are, and the bags are the same ones for each gift, too.

Remus takes it. When he opens it, he gasps. "You didn't."

Sirius smiles wider. "I did." It's a necklace with the moon and Canis Major - Sirius' constellation.

"I love it, my star." He replies, putting it back in its box and looking back at Sirius.

"Ok, ok, love birds." Frank says. "My turn."

Again, it's a box but bigger. It houses three grandpa sweaters - the ones he mentioned he wanted a month ago. "You remembered?"

Frank smiles. "Of course I did."

"Thank you, Frank." He puts them back in the box and sets them aside. Mary hands Remus her gift next. It's houses the tennis shoes Remus was talking about. "You guys are the best." He says while smiling at his new shoes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Rem." He just them aside, and Peter hands him his gift. He opens the bag and sees hair care products. "Peter!"

"What? I bought all the ones you use, plus some."

"I don't take enough care of my hair?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Just try 'em. They work amazing for me." He says while fluffing his hair.

Remus rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever you say, Pete." He sets the bag aside, and Alice hands him her present. A sketching pad and pencils. "Aw, thanks, Al. I love you."

"I love you, too, Remy."

Next, it's Marlene' gift. Records. ABBA, to be exact. He smiles. "My favorite." He bought a record player a few months ago but hasn't had any time to buy any records. "Thank you, Marls."

Marlene smiles. "I pay attention."

Remus laughs. "Yeah, you all do."

Lily hands him hers. In a bag, there are three different books. Muggle. Lord of The Rings. All three books. "I've always wanted to read this. Thank you, Lils."

"Book group for a reason."

Remus smiles at that while James hands him his last gift. Three notebooks for the books Lily got him. "James,"

"You're welcome, Mooney."

"Thank you."

The rest of the day goes by in a wizz. They play muggle games that Remus can't quite remember the names of. And even Minnie gave him a gift. Potions books. He doesn't know why she has them, but he's thankful.

All his friends are the best he could ask for. But the best part was falling asleep with Sirius.

[elysianymph]

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i’ll always support ppl being haters xx

thank you fae for enabling me to hate <333

companion post to my sirius one bc i can't stand new remus either. sorry but remus isn't a cool, effortlessly smart, basketball player casanova fuckboy who beats people up and sells drugs in the hogwarts bathrooms and is friends with REGULUS BLACK, EVAN ROSIER AND BARTY CROUCH??? if you actually think he is... well i can tell you've got bigger issues to deal with, get well soon 🫶🏻 delusions are tough

remus is a loser. no other way about it. people only knew of him bc of the marauders. no one paid him much attention outside of his core friends bc he was a nobody. he was literally trying to get by hogwarts without being noticed bc HE WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE THERE!! what part of "dumbledore felt bad so he let him attend hogwarts anyway" makes you think remus would have the guts to go around selling drugs and weed in his school??? or getting into fights??? fucking in bathrooms with random people??? i mean yeah pulling pranks with his friends was a nuisance too but as far as he (and peter) go harmless pranks was all it was. sirius and james (the entitled assholes) were the ones hexing students left and right for no reason other than "they annoyed me".

remus spent most of his days studying in hopes to catch up to his friends who somehow still got better grades without even trying. he became a prefect but despite that he couldn't hold his friends back from playing pranks and joined them instead (he could've just told mcgonagall bc at that point it was his literal duty to keep them out of trouble but he didn't. why? bc he's a people pleaser and deathly afraid of his friends leaving him behind if he goes against them one too many times). he helped the first years around the castle and made sure they didn't get lost. he had an embarrassing crush on sirius and blushed every time sirius did so much as put a hand around his shoulder. poor peter had to listen to him complaining about his big grey eyes and pretty hair and soft skin and kissable lips ("moony, one more word about sirius and i'm gonna throw you off the astronomy tower"). he cried over the smallest inconvenience and kept stuffed animals on his bed (made by his mum). he spilled ink on himself when he did his homework and by the time he was done with it he had ink marks all over his face from rubbing at his eyes with stained fingers. he couldn't wink (sirius tried to teach him but he kept blinking and sirius laughed at him and it was too embarrassing he refused to do it ever again). he was always pouting :((

also i'm tired of the lupins being bad parents!! lyall and hope struggled with a lot but they were amazing parents and they loved their boy more than anything. hope was remus' best friend before hogwarts and lyall was deathly protective over him. he received at least two letters a week from them always asking about how he was doing in school, how he was feeling. hope would usually send one of his favorite homemade treats along with the letter too

[twoidiotwriters1]

Congrats on the 800! I would like to request Taylor Swift's "Lover" (the song, not the album obsvly) with Remus Lupin, pretty please? They're in their twenties and he and the reader are finally able to build a life together🥺🥺

This month is so sad for us HP old fans specially when we think about Lupin so I thought I’d give us some fluff to get by -Danny

All’s well that ends well —(Remus LupinxGN!reader)

Listen to ‘Lover’ -by Taylor Swift

“I’m home!”

“I’m in the bathtub!”

Remus makes his way through the hall and stops at the door, he knocks softly before hearing you gently say “come in”, and his head peers through with a smile.

“Hi, pretty.”

“Hello,” you sigh, leaning your head against the edge of the tub.

“’Tis a odd time to get a bath,” he teases you, looking down at his wrist. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

You shrug. “I was bored and had time to spare. Wanna join?”

He shook his head but approached nonetheless. Remus crouched next to you and kissed your forehead. 

“You want something?”

“Like what?”

“Anything,” he said with a loving gaze. “A glass of wine, chocolate, book?”

You look at him with amusement. “Did you do something?”

He laughs. “No, I’m just in the mood to spoil you.”

You reach for his hand and kiss the back of it, then his knuckles, one by one.

“I’m almost done here, how about a movie?”

“You wanna go out?”

“No, let’s watch it here,” you retorted. “Turn on the tv, make some popcorn— i bet there must be some spooky marathon going on, it’s October...”

“Go it,” he squeezed your hand in his and leaned closer, giving you a short peck. 

You walk into the living room wearing one of Remus’ old flannel shirts and your underwear, it’s starting to get cold, but considering you’re about to spend the rest of the day cuddling with your boyfriend you don’t worry much about the lack of clothing in your body.

When Remus sees you he stops to look at you, again that softness in his eyes. He opens his arms without saying a word and you quickly make your way toward the young man.

“How was your morning?” He asks against your cheek.

“Okay, though I missed you when I woke up,” you reply.

“I got up early and got hungry, then I realized we didn’t have any milk and went to get some— and then I just lost track of time looking at the Halloween decorations across town, we have some creative neighbors, darling.”

You laugh. “You saw that one with the witch’s legs sticking out of a tombstone?”

Remus laughs as well. “One of my favorites, the amount of inaccuracies intrigues me.”

“Hey, wait a second,” you move away from his frowning. “Did you just say you’ve been out the whole morning and half of the day?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you eat anything at all?”

Remus grimaced. “I got so distracted the hunger kind of just... went away.”

“Moony,” you scowl. “You promised you’d stop doing that!”

“Sorry, sorry— but I’m eating now.”

“Popcorn and soda are not a proper meal.”

“Fine, I’ll cook something,” he shakes his head, still smiling. “You had breakfast?”

“Obviously.”

“What about lunch?”

“Well, no. I was in the bathtub, but I’m not hungry, I had a good breakfast. Come, sit at the counter and keep me company while I make you something.”

“You don’t have to...”

“I want to,” you cup his face. “Let me, please.”

Remus sighs. “Okay...”

Once you make sure Remus has had enough to eat, you go to the living and turn on the tv, one of your favorite movies shows up and you squirm with excitement.

“See? I told you! Oh man, that one’s such a classic...”

Remus sits next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders, he pulls a blanket over the two of you with his free hand. 

“Hey.” The young man nudged your shoulder.

You look up at him with a curious gaze. “What?”

“Are you happy?”

The question catches you off guard, you’d think the answer is pretty obvious.

“I’m spending the weekend at home, with my boyfriend keeping me warm and watching my favorite movie— why wouldn’t I be happy?”

He shakes his head a little, eyes gleaming adoringly. “Sometimes it scares me... that I’m dreaming this or something— that maybe I’m at my parents’ house, in the basement going through one of my transformations... and this is just something I imagine to stay alive.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss his neck, all the way up to his cheek, and then give him a soft peck on the lips. 

“I’m here, Moony.”

He cups your face again, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you so much...”

“I love you too,” you reply, kissing him again.

He suddenly laughs against your lips, it’s short and it takes you by surprise, he moves away covering his mouth in embarrassment.

“Sorry— I just realized how cheesy I am—”

“A little, but I like it,” you confess with a grin.

“I never thought I’d be the kind to blurt out love speeches at random,” he snorts. “If Padfoot could see me now, after all those years looking down on them because I felt so mature...”

“Hey, being affectionate has nothing to do with how mature you are, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you frown. “Padfoot squirms out of my hugs and he’s a manchild, is he not?”

“A little,” he admits with amusement.

“There you have it, then,” you conclude with a pleased expression. “So be as cheesy as you want, in here no one can judge you but me— and I’ll never do that. This is a safe space for lovebirds.”

Remus wraps his arms around you and squeezes you playfully, kissing all over your face.

“You’re choking me!” You chortle.

“Can’t help it, you’re too lovely—”

“I take it back, this is not a safe space for lovebirds— you’re about to smother me to death!”

“What a good way to go, don’t you think?” He teases you.

Your only reply is laughter, Remus pulls you closer and continues though at least now he’s being more gentle about it. Without really saying it out loud, you conclude that your boyfriend is quite right, this is a great way to go.

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