#nor was killing off remus

[theemporium]

hi!

I was thinking about remus lupin with secret relationship? Not potter reader but I wanna know how and why he'd go about that.

P.s did you happen to get my last ask? I'm not sure it was recieved

i don't think i did, sorry, i know its been a while since you've sent this too😭thank you for requesting!🖤

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It was actually your decision to keep the relationship a secret. 

You weren’t ashamed of him nor were you embarrassed to be seen with him. You loved Remus Lupin in a way you didn’t think was possible to love somebody. You hid your relationship because of your family. 

You were from a pureblood family with a very cold and strict upbringing. You were taught how to walk, talk and act like a lady. You were taught to achieve your education with the highest marks. You were taught that by the time you left school, the arrangement for your marriage would be sorted and that would be your life. You were taught how to run a household, how to plan dinner parties and be the perfect, docile, pureblood wife. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the charming werewolf who swept you off your feet. 

You fought your feelings for a very long time, determined that they were a simple phase or distraction that would pass in all due time. But Remus Lupin had stolen your heart and you didn’t ever want it back. 

However, not even a few days after you had come to realise your feelings for the Gryffindor, you had watched an older student—a fellow Slytherin you remembered from dinner parties with other families—be ostracised and shunned from her family over the love she shared with a Ravenclaw boy. 

It terrified you. 

You knew, deep down, that the traditions and beliefs of your family were no longer the norm, and maybe not totally right either. But they were all you knew, they were all you have and the idea of losing them scared you. But you loved Remus—you really did and you weren’t ready to let him go. 

Remus respected it. He knew you needed time and he knew how you felt about him. He didn’t mind sneaking around and late night rendezvous if it meant he was with you.

“What’s wrong?” 

He had noticed all day that you had been acting off and it killed him inside knowing that he couldn’t approach you, that he couldn’t give you the comfort you needed as soon as he picked up on your mood. He had been itching to see you but he knew he had to wait until after curfew. 

Now, here you were, sitting on the couch of the small room that had formed (thanks to the Room of Requirements for you both) with glossy eyes and a letter in your hand. 

“My parents wrote to me,” was all you had to say and Remus was by your side, pulling your body against his until you curled into his side. Your hands gripped his sweater in tight fists, scared that he would disappear and you’d be left alone. 

“Shhh, honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered against the top of your head when he felt you fighting back your sobs. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and you broke as you shoved the letter in his hands, nuzzling your gaze against his chest as your body racked with sobs. 

Remus’ eyes glazed over the letter but it was more than enough. And one word stood out the most.

Betrothal. 

Your parents had settled the arrangement of your marriage. They had found you a husband and hadn’t even bothered consulting you on it. Your wedding was set to be after you graduated from Hogwarts this June. 

There were a million different thoughts racing through his head but one was louder than the others: he was going to lose you, he was going to lose the love of his life. 

“Remus, I—” you let out a shaky breath, staring up at him with tears streaming down your face. “I can’t…I can’t—”

He was so used to seeing you so composed and proper. He was so used to seeing you clamp down any feelings until you knew you were in a safe place to show them, usually when you were alone and able to sort through them. He had never once seen you so distressed or distraught. 

“You’re not going to,” Remus whispered to you. 

But you shook your head. “There’s nothing we can do—”

“There’s always something, darling,” he told you as his warm palm engulfed your cheek, guiding your head up so you were looking at him. His thumb gently swiped away your tears, his lips twitching as you leaned into his touch. “You’re not gonna marry him, I promise.” 

“What are we gonna do?” you whispered, sounding so small and broken. It sounded nothing like you and he hated it. He hated that they made you feel like this.

“I don’t know yet,” he murmured honestly, but the determination was evident in his voice. “But I’ll marry you the day before myself if it means they can’t force you into marrying some snobby bastard. I’m not gonna let them take you away from me, love.” 

Your eyes softened as you turned your head to press a soft kiss against his palm. “I’d marry you in a heartbeat, Remus Lupin.”

His chest tightened. “Don’t go making me propose, darling. I’m a man with little self-control.” 

But you just smiled at him, resting your head back down on his chest and tightening your arms around his torso. “Fine by me, Lupin.”

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[missmoonfrost]

Take a hint - a wolfstar microfic

April 10 - Bar AU - 295 words

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus used to laugh at girls hitting on his obviously gay boyfriend. Other men approaching him better watch out, though. You’d think he’d have less trouble with that once they got engaged. Not that he was any less handsome, of course. But the ring ought to be a hint, didn’t it?

The way this big blond dude leaned close on the bar counter suggested otherwise. Sirius being Sirius just stood there and sipped his drink with an amused smile, neither backing away nor reciprocating the body language. The blond joked, laughed, and moved in a way clearly intended to flex his muscles as if the sleeveless shirt wasn’t enough.

A part of Remus realised he could not take this giant in a fight. And realistically, why would there need to be a fight? Another part was fully prepared to bring one on, despite not being a particularly good fighter even if the scars gave him the look for it. Paired with a slightly lifted jaw and an unforgiving stare he’d learned to apply, they let him scare away most anyone.

He put an arm around Sirius' shoulders and glared. The blond stopped mid-sentence and gaped at them. Sirius lifted his left hand and played with his fingers in the air, showing off the ring.

“Oh”, the blond ducked away with his gaze lowered, “have a good night, then.”

Sirius chuckled and softened into his side. “My big brave hero saves me again.”

Remus huffed at the joking tone and felt his cheeks heat. “I overreacted again, didn’t I?”

“Kind of looked like you were about to kill him, yes.”

Remus closed his eyes and bit his lip in embarrassment.

Sirius reached up, planted a kiss on his cheek, and whispered: “Don’t stop. I love it.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Locked in a room - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 281 - slightly NSFW but not explicit

“You actually think this’ll work?” James murmured, peeking around the corner and eyeing the door of the broom closet nervously. Inside, two voices yelling could be heard, though the words were muffled.

“Either it’ll work, or they’ll kill each other,” Peter murmured, also leaning out, looking just as scared.

“I mean…I know they’re idiots. But how thick can they be?” Marlene asked, leaning around the corner as well, worrying at her lip. “Merlin, Sirius never shuts up about Remus-”

“Nor Remus about Sirius-” Lily agreed, peeking around as well, twirling her hair in her fingers. “It’s gotten ridiculous.”

The voices had gone quiet.

“At least you don’t have to live with them,” James grumbled. “The sexual tension’s gotten to be a bit much, really.”

“Not to mention the fighting. Like cats and dogs,” Peter nodded vehemently.

“Or wolves and dogs,” James chuckled, eyes sparkling, sneaking a knowing look to the shorter boy.

But before either of the girls could question his strange correction, a loud bang from the closet made all of them jump, and Lily ordered, “Alright, let them out!”

All four friends rushed to the door, and James reached the handle, releasing the locked door, allowing Sirius, now clad in only his underwear, to fall sideways out of the small space, a shirtless Remus landing on top of him.

For a moment, all six people stared at each other, Remus and Sirius bright red, until James burst out, “Success!” while high-fiving Marlene, who looked just as thrilled.

“Alright, nothing to see here,” Remus grumbled, pulling himself and then Sirius off the cold stone floor.

“Yeah, fuck off, Prongs. We’re busy,” Sirius grinned, waggling his eyebrows. 

“Oh, gross,” Lily mumbled.

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves.

“Leaving, brother? Without even so much as a goodbye?” Sirius turns to see Regulus perched on the stairs of Grimmauld Place. There was a reason Sirius didn't say his farewells. Neither brother had any discernible expression on their face, nothing that any stranger could ever pick up on. Regulus' brow was furrowed, only just, an expression of despair, of disappointment. Sirius' mouth was set in a thin line. Regulus knew that this was his resignation, shame even, in leaving this place and not even extending a hand to his little brother. Regulus knows why Sirius chooses to leave quietly. You cannot blame a ghost for haunting a house in the opposite way to which it once lived there.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same.

Regulus stands, he chooses to do this face to face. "Goodbye." Sirius' voice is rough around the edges. His skin is sallow in the candle light, hair limp and tangled. He looks like a Black. He looks like every Black that ever had their face burned off of the tapestry. Maybe this is their curse, not the actions of the leaver but the suffering of the one left behind. “It was always my life for yours.” Regulus' voice is cool, collected. He will not acknowledge his brother's inner tempest, simply because it isn't his. “So naive brother. This is not her letting you go. This is her telling you, never come back. This is her telling you, I knew I’d have to have a second son.”

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, you turned into your worst fears.

Regulus sees Sirius shudder. He cannot falter, he must play his part. Everything in their lives is an orchestra. Regulus was no better than a puppet, but this act of the play matters. “I paid for your freedom, Sirius Black." Regulus' voice was almost melodic, mocking. Sirius stares directly into his brothers eyes. He tries to understand this parable but he cannot reconcile his brother into the role of both the punisher and the punished. He turns and his footsteps echo down the corridor. To Regulus, the slam of the door sounds almost like the snap of marionette strings. The deed is done. The demon is free of the body that once controlled it.

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years.

Sirius would always be Regulus’ first and last word. It echoes around the cave like salvation. Sirius. Saved. Sirius. Saved. Sirius. Saved. Regulus knows their eyes are identical. Regulus knows he will die. Sirius will always carry a part of his brother, and Regulus will die with a part of his. Regulus finds only relief in the knowledge that he would be free from his punishment. He thinks it to be natural, this yearning to be his brother's other half again. Regulus hopes Sirius can understand him, that one day he'll revere him as an oblation. He hopes he is his brother's favorite sacrificial lamb.

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet.

The Daily Prophet arrives at Sirius Black's window like it does every day. Remus is making breakfast. This isn't routine and this isn't normal. It's 1979 and the first time in months neither he nor Remus were doing something for the Order. The normalcy, the domesticity almost puts him on edge. He skips to the best part of the Prophet - Obituaries. He's always had a morbid obsession with betting on which Black would go next. He sees his brother. He reads his name. He watches Regulus blink up at him from the portrait with the exact same eyes Sirius thanks him with.

[atlasdoe]

Things that The Marauders fandom say that pisses me off

warning: i will not be holding back. if you are sensitive do not read. feel free to disagree or anything in the replies but don't be a dick

i'm only doing this cause i'm bored and have a lot of rage in me

also just to be clear if we're mutuals then i'm not on about you :)

"It's so sad that one of the only things we have in cannon is the prank"

or something along those lines. If knowing that the prank is cannon makes you upset then I have some great news for you. Nobody cared about the prank in cannon!!!! it's literally just another Tuesday for the Marauders and not once does anybody lose any friends or hold any grudges about it!! yay, now you can sleep at night!

"Dumbledore raised an army of children twice"

I've already spoken about this before but for anyone who wasn't here please know that this is a lie! Neither time did Dumbledore raise an army of children. You had to be an adult to join The Order and although the Marauders were young they were not children. As for everyone else, their ages are not confirmed. We are the ones who made Marlene and Dorcas the same age as them. For all we know The Marauder's could've been the youngest in the Order by far. As for the DA, Dumbledore literally had no part in that. It was Hermione, Harry and Ron who made the DA. All Dumbledore did was take the blame for it because they named themselves after him

"Dumbledore could've helped Regulus, Evan and Barty"

Firstly it amazes me how these three are the only Death Eaters yall have any sympathy for. I understand Regulus to a point considering we only really hear good things about him from Kreacher but with Evan and Barty genuinely what makes them so special?? Evan is in the exact same pool as Wilkes and y'all don't give a shit about them. Also Barty helped resurrect Voldemort and tortured Frank and Alice. Either way regardless on if you like them or not trust me when i say that if they would've gone to Dumbledore for help he would've helped them. When have we ever seen Dumbledore turn somebody down because they were a Slytherin. This man literally tried to help Draco as he was about to kill him and help the Death Eaters take over Hogwarts. Dumbledore doesn't know everything and he's never passed on the chance for a new spy.

"This fandom is misogynistic for making Lily/Tonks bad mothers/surrogates"

Fanfiction does not equal headcannons. Just because Lily or Tonks are bad mothers in a fanfiction does not mean that the author dislikes them or thinks that they're a bad person in cannon. Also reading about your favourite ship raise a child is a very common trope in fanfiction and as much as Harry and Teddy are Lily and Tonks children they are also James and Remus'. James and Remus are just as responsible for their children and I see nobody batting an eye when the roles are reversed. On top of all of this, Lily and Tonks were young mothers and it's very likely that they would make mistakes or in other universes not be as good as they were in cannon. That does not make them bad people nor does it make them unworthy of being liked. If you don't like it, don't read it cause i know that nobody is saying that Regulus and James raised Harry in cannon.

"Marlene/Dorcas/Mary/Evan is so underrated!"

No they're not. They're mentioned like once or twice. If anything they're incredibly overrated. Nothing wrong with that. Just facts

"Jily is dying out because people are scared to go against Jegulus"

Don't make me laugh. Jily is one of the only cannon ships we have they are literally the blueprint to the entire series. Jily is not dying out, you're just seeing more Jegulus posts because you keep interacting with them and fucking up your own algorithm in order to argue with people in comment sections

"[Insert ship here] need to stop hating on [Insert another ship here] (same with characters)"

I remember one time in the Riverdale fandom when a Bughead shipper did an interview with a magazine pretending to be Lili Reinheart and told this magazine that Bughead will be cannon just to piss the Barchie shippers off. Y'all would not survive "real" fandoms. Just because somebody doesn't like your ship does not make it hate and even if someone does say something like "Jily is trash and I hate it" so fucking what?? it's one person and trust me there is another room on the internet for the both of you. I don't even think I've seen anyone truly post hate about a ship since 2020 when i was in the instagram fandom and the Wolfstar and Blackinnon shippers had each other by the throat

"Jegulus came out of nowhere and I don't understand why people ship it"

Jegulus has been around for as long as i have (2018) and at least to me it's very obvious why people like it. It's the best friends brother, opposite sides of the war, secret relationship, forbidden romance tropes that people love. it's not that hard to understand. And as I said before we know just enough about Regulus to get some sense of what he was like but not all of the bad parts.

"Sirius was tall but Remus was TALL"

There's nothing necessarily wrong with this. I just hate it. Especially if you're commenting on somebody's post about how Sirius is canonically tall. Half the time, unless they say it themselves, they don't think that Remus is taller and don't care if you do

that's all i've got for now. i may do this again :)

[ourloveisforthelovely]

House of Black Part 4

Regulus Black AU

Request: Regulus and his wife are raising Sirius’ daughter after he ends up in Azkaban. Now after his escape Sirius comes to them to thank them and get to know his daughter.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Former Sirius x Reader

Link to Part 3 

Rating: T

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Tea time proved to be a silent affair. No one said a word for the first little bit. You sat quietly by Regulus’ side while Sirius sat beside Remus. Sirius had tried to talk to Regulus a handful of times only to be met with the biggest go-to-hell look that he had ever seen in his life. If looks could kill, Sirius would have been dead on the floor.

After Sirius’ newest attempt, you finally looked up from your teacup and met Remus’ gaze. He raised an eyebrow. Neither of you really wanted to get into this “love fest.” If it were up to either of you, the two of you would bail off someplace and let Sirius and Regulus handle this.

“How did Abby do in school this year, Remus?”

Regulus asked, wanting to change the subject himself. He wouldn’t admit it but his mind was a very confusing place to be at the moment. Part of him, the innocent child-like side, was thrilled to see Sirius. He had missed his older brother more than words could say. From the time that Sirius left home to now, Regulus had missed him. He had missed the days when it was the two of them against the world.

The adult side, however, the side that had been slighted and hurt felt differently. Regulus was ready to keep his walls up. From Sirius leaving to how he treated you…Regulus would keep an eye on him constantly if he had to. Regulus would be stubborn if he had to and he didn’t care to admit it. If it kept his family, meaning Abby and yourself, safe then Regulus would be ready to fight in an instant.

They don’t call me King Petty for no reason.

Regulus thought with a smile before looking over at you. You hadn’t said much through tea time. One of your hands was resting on his thigh as if giving him a reason to keep himself calm.

My wife…

Regulus smiled at the thought. You were all his. He had won the girl. Of all the times that he had lost out on other things that he wanted; Regulus was thankful to have won you.

Remus speaking tore Regulus from his thoughts.

“She did well. All of her grades were high. She’s a smart girl. Don’t let the whole end-of-the-year fiasco totally ruin her whole year behaviorally.”

Regulus knew exactly what Remus was referring to…the “Sirius” incident. You meanwhile, smiled.

“I knew that she would do well. I see so much of Regulus in her. She is nearly as good as a student as you were.”

Regulus smirked. The expression of annoyance on Sirius’ face was enough to make his whole day.

“I’m glad that something good wore off on her.”

Regulus commented as you leaned over to kiss his cheek again.

“She does well with most everything.”

Remus had to agree with that. While he did see a lot of Sirius in Abby, he saw more of Regulus. Sure, a lot of this had to do with who raised her but there was a lot of Regulus and yourself. Abby was respectful and always did well with schoolwork. Something told Remus that Abby and Hermione would do very well in life if they continued to work as hard as they did.

Glazing at Sirius, Remus had to roll his eyes. Remus wouldn't be shocked in Sirius started yelling.

“She even studies over the summer. Regulus really is some father.”

You added a look of pride in your eyes. To say that you were proud of Regulus was an understatement. He had come such a long way from where he was when the two of you became a couple. He had gone from a foul-tempered death eater to doing a complete 360. He was now at a point where he could freely admit was a nutcase Lord Snakeface was.

Regulus had been afraid that he would never be able to admit that nor be a decent husband and father. Yet here was doing the job like a champ. You knew that he was constantly worried about being like his father. As much as you wanted to tell him that it was a silly thought…you didn’t. You wanted Regulus to see what a distance he had come from his time growing up to now.

Regulus wrapped your hand around yours giving you a gentle squeeze. You always knew how to make him feel better.

“Aren’t you two adorable?”

Sirius said, in an annoyed tone. The last thing that he really wanted to do was sit and watch the two of you be gaga over each other.

“We can be more adorable but it would be weird for you to be watching me snog my wife.”

Regulus commented, making sure to put emphasis on the word “wife.” Sirius shook his head with a grossed-out expression. You, meanwhile, stood up and ran a hand through Regulus’ curls.

“That’s enough you too. We don’t need to be going on like this when Abby and Harry come back. They have enough on them without adult problems.”

Regulus and Sirius glared at each other again before both nodding. As much as Regulus wanted to be a snooty bitch, he wouldn’t do anything that could hurt his “daughter.” Even if Abby was Sirius’ daughter, she was Regulus’ and he wasn’t about to start thinking any differently.

“Yes, love.’

Regulus commented before looking down at his watch.

“It's time to go get her anyway. Are you coming?”

You shook your head. This was a conversation that happened every year at this time. No matter if the three of you would be in Grimmauld Place or not, you had the traditions that you were not about to give up. Regulus always picked Abby up from school and you were at home fixing all of her favorite homemade treats. This gave both Regulus and Abby time to bitch about people that they jointly disliked (for example, the Malfoys).

“I have a cake in the oven. I always make her a cake when she comes home from school. Besides, she will want some time alone with you anyway.”

Regulus nodded as he stood up. He turned his attention to Remus.

“Would you like to come?”

Remus nodded, standing up. Neither made a comment in Sirius' direction. Both men knew that he was unfortunately locked in the house for the time being.

Regulus didn’t fancy the idea of leaving you alone with Sirius but he had a feeling that you had your own peace that you needed to say. It would be best that he wasn’t home to witness it either. If Sirius said something too out of the way, Regulus would lose his shit and no progress would ever be made.

You, meanwhile, pushed in your chair as Regulus came to stand beside you. He gently tilted your face to his with a small smile.

“I’ll see you soon, darling.”

You couldn’t help the smile that came over your face. Of all of the years of marriage and rather unpleasant things, nothing changed how the two of you looked at each other like teenagers finding their first love. This was the true love that you craved as a child.

“Be safe.”

You said as Regulus leaned down to kiss you.

“He isn’t going off to war.”

Sirius muttered. Regulus turned to look at his brother coldly.

“You’re the one standing watching. If you don’t like it then go haunt another room in this house. Maybe talk to Mum’s obnoxious portrait?”

Sirius shook his head and bolted into the sitting room as Regulus and Remus left.

You had been in the kitchen for around five minutes when Sirius got brave enough and came into the kitchen. He was quiet for a few moments as you put the final details on the cake. You were quietly humming and for the first time in a while, Sirius felt a peace.

He had missed you. There was no easier way to say it. He regretted what happened between the two of you with everything that he had. Even if he couldn’t have you romantically, he still wanted your friendship. Harry and yourself were all Sirius had that reminded him of James. Harry was the visual reminder of James and you were the constant of James.

“I know you’re there.”

You commented, finally looking up. Sirius shrugged before scratching the back of his neck.

“So…is he treating you right?”

You again looked up from the little purple cake. Blinking, you put the icing down.

“Compared to who?”

You replied, looking up with a very James Potter-like sassy expression. Sirius sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, I deserved that. Go ahead, Y/n. Give me what you’ve got. I know that you are dying to do so.”

You shook your head putting the icing down. Of course, you wanted to lay into Sirius. You wanted to tell him everything that you had gone through over the years. From losing James and Lily to fighting the Dursleys over Harry, to losing your own baby with Regulus, and all of the bullshit experiences in between…but you weren’t. It wouldn’t make any difference anyway.

“I would not waste one iota of energy on it, Sirius. What I will tell you is that you need to lay off Regulus. He’s my husband and I am telling you to leave him the hell alone. He doesn’t need it.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.,

“Oh damn it, not you too. You are on the Protect Reggie train that my mother and everyone else were on.”

You froze before looking up with an expression on your face that told Sirius how much he fucked up.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good Sirius Black because the next time I say this I will be hexing you. Leave Regulus the fuck alone. Yes, I am protecting him and I will die protecting him. You owe your brother a lot for everything that he’s done for you. He isn’t the spoiled little boy that you remember. He’s the man that I love and I will never stop defending him. He didn’t leave me for someone else. You did. Regulus picked up the pieces that you left broken without care. You like to think that you are the most powerful member of the House of Black. No, you didn’t apply yourself. Regulus is the most powerful member of this family and that won’t be changing. He’s the one that was recruited by Voldemort at 16 for his abilities. He’s the one that figured out Voldemort’s secret of horcruxes and nearly died to get one of them. Regulus is the one who nearly destroyed his body so the rest of us can live. Of course, you don’t know about any of that but you should be damn grateful to him. If you can’t be grateful or proud of him for that then thank him for stepping up and being the father to your daughter. You were the one that lost your shit on Peter Pettigrew and got locked up….before you say it, I understand your anger…trust me I felt the same way and I still do…knowing that he is still alive and out there…I can’t see straight…”

Sirius stood totally motionless. He didn’t expect to totally have his ass handed to him that intensely but…it happened. Sirius wanted to ask what you were talking about with Regulus. What was Regulus doing? He seemed okay. Was the whole Horcrux business why Regulus limped when he walked? Sirius had so many questions but now didn’t seem like the time.

You wiped angry tears from your face. In the weeks, that it had been since you learned of Peter Pettigrew being alive, your rage had returned. Knowing the monster of a man that betrayed your brother and sister-in-law was alive and well tormented you.

“Y/n…I didn’t….I had no….”

You held a hand up.

“No, you didn’t know but now you do. Sirius, I care for you. That won’t ever change but I love your brother. I married him because I love Regulus more than anything. If you can’t respect your brother for the man that he is then respect me as your friend for my own choices. My choice is and will always be Regulus.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment before sighing.

“It's hard seeing you kiss him…love him…when he was the boy that you used to be scared to death of.”

You tried to empathize with Sirius. In ways he was right. You were scared of Regulus when you first met him. He was the boy that was always angry. Something in his cold grey eyes scared you to death…but it changed.

Now Regulus was your comfort. Things had indeed changed. His once cold eyes were now the eyes that you could look into for hours.

“That’s because I didn’t know him…just like you don’t know him now. As I said…you owe him a few thousand thank yous.”

The conversation stopped when the front door opened and closed. You gave Sirius a final look before turning and going into the foyer where Regulus stood with Abby, Remus, and Harry. Abby still had her hand wrapped around Regulus’.

“Mum!”

She said cheerfully before running over and wrapping her arms around you. You immediately kissed the top of her head as Regulus smiled from his place.

“Hi, darling. Did you have a wonderful year? I sure have missed you.”

You said. Abby nodded.

“I did. I missed you and dad so much!”

When the words “mum and dad” left Abby’s mouth, your eyes met Regulus’. Abby didn’t call the two of you mum and dad very much. She did when she was a little girl but as she got older it was by your names. Regulus shrugged, noticing Sirius watching from the door. The two of you didn’t have to speak to the other to know that Abby was simply stating that you were still her parents even if Sirius was back in the picture.

“We’ve missed you too, love.”

You said, patting her cheek. Abby went back to Regulus and wrapped her hand through his again. Regulus knew why Abby was acting this way. She was overwhelmed. With everything that had happened this past year, from meeting her actual father to now being back at Grimmauld Place…the poor child was overwhelmed and Regulus didn’t blame her.

“Is Gran’s portrait still screaming at everyone?”

Abby asked. Regulus rolled his eyes

“Oh yeah, Gran is still at it making everyone’s lives miserable…its her Christmas. Why don’t you and Harry go unpack? Kreacher is roaming around here someplace. Don’t give him too bad of a headache.”

Abby nodded before following Harry out of the room. Regulus waited a moment before shaking his head. Something told him the upcoming weeks were not about to be easy and unfortunately, there was no escaping it any longer.

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[metalomagnetic]

I was curious to know why do you think that in canon, why did dumbledore not fight for Sirius to get a trial, despite knowing him in school. I’ve seen many people bash dumbledore for this reason but I thought that he was simply convinced that Sirius had changed sides

I think that's not Albus' as a character fault, but JKR not planning ahead. That mistake was an oversight of JK, really.

That being said, to make it make sense, I think (and write) Sirius was very badly behaved- he was a bit cruel, a bit of a bully, a wild card, came from Black family, probably used some questionable spells now and again or said something bigoted without realising (as anyone raised in a bigoted family would do, even unconsciously); I think he did some bad stuff before his arrest, he annoyed some Order Members etc, so when he was caught amongst dead muggles and with a finger left of Pettigrew, and Sirius was laughing his head off and then admitting it's his fault....really, why wouldn't Dumbledore think Sirius changed sides and went back to his family? Especially since Bellatrix was arrested a few days later, confirmed as a devout Death Eater, and Regulus was mysteriously 'missing' and his other cousin married to another Death Eater.

I like to think Dumbledore would have wanted a trial for him and all the other men that didn't get one, but these were troubled times, martial law was probably in place, huge changes were being made in the Ministry- the aftermath of a war is rarely about justice. It's about cleaning up the mess, fast, and in real life many men like Sirius ended up in prison.

So yes, it probably made sense to Dumbledore- Sirius had an upbringing and behaviours that hinted at a possibility of betrayal, and Sirius laughing over corpses didn't much help. It seemed obvious, so they went with it.

Same for Aurors not checking his wand for spells- it seemed he did it, he confessed, why bother? It was chaos, the very next morning after V's death, and they were arresting suspected Death Eater left, right and centre, so no need to investigate a 'sure case'. Like I said, it happens very often in really life, after an abrupt change of regime or civil war etc.

On top of it, Dumbledore is neither an Auror, nor a Minister- this was the Ministry's job, not Dumbledore's, and they failed spectacularly. Maybe he did ask, maybe he enquired about Sirius and Barty Crouch or Fudge or anyone else said that he confessed (which Sirius sort of did, saying it was his fault, that he got them killed, etc. He kept saying that even to Harry in book 3, making all of us reader believe he truly was a killer, the vague way in which he was speaking. Again, this is bad writing by JK, to get some drama in with the ol' miscommunication trope).

So that's how I try to make it work. It's one thing to view Albus as a flawed character, as a manipulator, but quite another to look at that man and believe he willingly threw Sirius in Azkaban (as if he had that power) just so he can 'steal' Harry away from him.

Hell, maybe he even asked Remus 'do you think this is likely?' and Remus would have said yes. Of course it was Sirius, because James made him Secret Keeper, because they were besties; who else could it have been? Silly little Peter? No way, he was not skilled enough, and James wouldn't have trusted Peter with the Secret over Sirius.

I don't think Dumbledore was too close with these kiddos, really. It's more questionable to me that Remus never thought to question what he heard, because, unlike Dumbledore, he knew Sirius, knew this was the boy that wanted to risk his life to become an animagus just so he could keep him company; he knew how tight Sirius and James were.

Alas, it seems even for Remus, Sirius betrayal seemed a likely story, and this must be because Sirius was going around acting like a menace, way before he was arrested.

[musicallisto]

omg i just saw your prompt thing and that you write for marauders👀👀👀

if you so desire :) could you please write about 14,27,32 with either james, remus, sirius, or regulus??

: ̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (james potter x f!reader)

a/n: in honor of my bestie @ladyvesuvia I picked james for this one <3 also he's just the best boy

prompts: "where'd you get that wound?" & "you look like absolute garbage." & "for the love of God, go to sleep."

features: 3rd person she/her reader, reader is high on meds, lovesick james trying to play it cool

wc: 1.6k

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𝐈𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 essays were not the end of James Potter, certainly Y/N Y/L/N would be. She had the astonishing aptitude to spin his head right round, from madness or from love, he couldn't quite tell; but to be sure, she had cast a spell on him, one of those he could neither ward off nor get rid of; and every day, the coward and the fool he was bit back the love confession when it dangled dangerously close to his tongue.

That day, however, a novel thought crossed his mind. Halfway through his (surprisingly diligent, given the material) reading of his Charms textbook, James Potter was interrupted by a disgruntled prefect and a girl babbling like a chattering top, and he thought to himself that in a surprising turn of events, maybe Herbology homework would kill Y/N Y/L/N.

“She won't stop asking for you, James,” groaned the prefect, his face twisted into a grimace that spoke volumes about his eagerness to be there. “If you can find a way to shut her up, I'll be forever grateful.”

Startled, James stood up with a resounding scrape of his chair (he'd deal with the dark looks of the studious pupils in the back later), just in time to grab onto the shoulders of a precariously balanced Y/N. She giggled, seemingly unconcerned with the corner of the desk that had just about impaled her in the groin.

“You look so funny, James,” she cooed, earning the pair of them more daggered-looks from the students. “Why do you look so funny? Have you always looked this funny?”

“Merlin, what happened to you? You look like absolute garbage.”

She hardly had time to pout, or rather James failed to notice. His gaze had fallen on the scarlet spots, striped with sickly white, that he discerned between the buttons on her collar and the crooks of her forearms. These marks were all the more disturbing than her haggard eyes, her tangled hair and her drunken sailor's walk.

“Where’d you get that wound?” he queried — his voice had risen an octave all of a sudden. Puzzled, he turned to the Gryffindor prefect before Y/N could utter any more strings of syllables. “What happened to her?”

“Something about Herbology class and a plant of Dragon’s Tongue that should not have been anywhere near the students?” he winced, then gave a noncommittal shrug. “Heaven knows what she was trying to say. Pomfrey embalmed her with Peaceblossom oil and she's been like this since. Apparently, it's a side effect of the poultice. Look, can I leave her with you now? I've got loads to do.”

Not waiting for an answer, the prefect turned on his heels and stomped out of the library, pestering for the walls. Y/N chuckled giddily, leaning her full weight on James' shoulder; the latter was still too dazed to stop her from playing with the lapel of his sweater.

“Red really suits you!” she beamed, attempting to bury her nose in the fabric of his shirt—but he pushed her back as gently as he could, balancing her with a hand on her side.

“Alright, Y/N, that is very flattering and all, but you should rest. I’m taking you back to the common room.”

“I think,” she dropped her voice to a low whisper. James would have done better to ignore her drug-induced delusions, but Y/N's warm breath right below his ear had derailed his heart. “I think you should wear it more often. It really brings out those beautiful eyes of yours.”

Fortunate indeed that red looked good on him, because there was not a single patch left on his face that was not bright scarlet. Gulping with great effort, he forced himself to concentrate on his belongings he was putting away, on Y/N he still held at arm's length, and on the nonchalant smile he donned.

“You mean that?” (She nodded excitedly, like a little girl who’s just shared an immense confidence. James chuckled too, something vibrant and almost liberated.) “I’ll have Pomfrey drug you more often, if that’s what it takes for you to compliment me.”

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable, now, Potter. It’s not like I like your... stupid... brainless... idiotic... face.”

His chest filled with liquid warmth at the words she stammered, like the first sip of Butterbeer on the coldest day of the year. He would’ve forgiven anything — calling him every name under the sun and interrupting his first productive study session of the semester — if it meant he saw the doozy, radiant smile she gave him then.

“Come on, lean on me. Let’s get you to bed.”

He extended his arm, and she interlocked her own, James’s leather bag on his shoulder, Y/N’s wobbly excitement dripping from her every move like a cloud of sunlight; and thus they made their way out of the Hogwarts library, James Potter on the arm of his everlasting crush, steadying her whenever she tripped, careful not to press on any of her burns; and he had the widest grin on his face, growing as light-headed and exhilarated as Y/N’s with each step they took.

“How did you even get burns on your neck and forearms anyway? Don’t you have a, I don’t know, shirt to cover them up?”

Y/N turned to him with widened eyes, as if he had spoken the most absurd words in existence.

“The Dragon’s Tongue jumped at me, obviously. How else?”

“Right. Obviously. Silly me.”

“No, I’m actually dead serious,” she trailed on and on, miraculously avoiding a collision with a hurried First Year thanks to James’s timely pull, “I think those... those dunderheads! Had a personal vendetta against me. Have you ever seen a Dragon’s Tongue lurch at you?”

“To my chagrin, no.”

“Well it’s terrifying. It’ll haunt my nightmares. For sure. With their... roots! And all that.”

“Hm-hm. Serves you right for picking an elective as lame as Herbology.”

“Excuse you!” Y/N swatted James’s arm, and anyone who might have looked at the pair at that very instant would have recognized the unmistakable fragrance of love, distilled in their laughs. “Herbology is the most noble subject in the curriculum! It’s got... plants!”

“A most compelling argument.”

“And flowers!”

“Color me stoked.”

“And... and even trees, sometimes. But you wouldn’t know,” she perked up her chin with a fake-haughty grimace that only enchanted James further, “you don’t understand the beauty of vegetation.”

“What I understand from what you're telling me is that sometimes those pretty plants you study threaten to kill you, and that I, as the top student in DADA, would be just the person to protect you.”

Y/N frowned. At least she was walking in a somewhat straight line now, and even more luckily, didn’t seem to realize they had already reached the door to Y/N's common room. It mattered little how much James longed to keep her on his arm forever...

“I thought Remus was the DADA stop student.”

“Well, he lied.” (He hadn’t. Remus came out on top in every class he took, and James had half a feeling he would have too in those he did not even take. But how would it look if he went back on his word now, and toned down his competence?) “I could be a much better bodyguard than him.”

“I know,” beamed Y/N with a face so cloudless and genuine he wondered if her intoxication had not been an act all along, “that’s why I went to you first.”

The earth shook for a second beneath James' feet, or perhaps it was the shifting stairs of the floor that carried him far, far above the sky and beyond the Sun. Y/N smiled at him as if he had been a wonder, and he had to steel himself not to kiss her, there and then, in the middle of the hallway and of her confused mind.

He didn't have to uphold the decision for long. It was she who, with a small jump, broke the distance between them and kissed him on the cheek, as stealthily as gently. She lingered there for a split second, mere inches from his blazing skin.

“Red really does suit you,” she murmured, before she turned on her heels and... almost slammed into the wall adjacent to the door.

“For the love of God, please go to sleep before you break a bone!” James winced, both from the acute blush and the terror, but Y/N’s bell-like laughter softened his nerves.

James Potter stayed there, standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at a stone alcove that shadows veiled and austere portraits grumbling ad infinitum, long enough for disheveled professors to pass him by and pins and needles to run down his legs. So long that he didn’t even notice a mischievous young boy, running late to class, as always, all wolfish smirk and too-pale hands, stop in his tracks and raise an eyebrow at his idiot of a friend, staring into nothing with a dumbstruck smile.

“Care to explain?” teased Sirius, grabbing his best friend by the shoulder and away from the common room entrance.

“Shut up.”

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[evesaintyves]

for @remadoramicrofics - it outgrew microfic status, almost 2000 words, but i'm submitting it anyway. combining October prompt guts and October 14th challenge triptych.

three acts of bravery, maybe. read it below or on AO3 🎖

Packing up sets the world back in order. He learned to do it before he learned to tie his own shoes. With his mother clucking get your things, Remus—hurry now and his father directing the flight of reference-books into a box, wand swaying, face of stone, it was clear that sentimentality was only a weight to be dragged. He learned very quickly to snip any string that might tug at him—he is nothing if not a quick learner—and, eventually, to evade those ties altogether: to harbor no love for the peaked attic bedroom with the view of the river, the back garden overrun with primrose and gnomes. Nor the blue-eyed neighbor girl who peeked through the fence-slats. 

It is a kind of art, to keep a life small enough to fit inside one suitcase, and it has saved him from more tight corners than any countercurse he might throw in a duel.

When Tonks put her hands to her belly, eyes all sparkling with some unrecognisable joy, and said now, don't freak out, I have to tell you something: it was a strangling feeling, like a dog snapping at the end of its lead. There had always been a way, until now, to walk off and start again. This miscalculation would be the end of that. Now he was chained to his regret, she was chained to him, and the thing inside her was chained to its brutal future.

He didn't freak out. He watched her lips move, her hands grab at him, and calmly, silently, he made the only conscionable decision.

Tonks made a mess of the house before she left; even the velveteen hippogriff she bought for the baby is lying on the floor, eyeless, disemboweled and spilling its batting-scrap guts. She screamed at him, she called him a bastard. And a liar. It doesn't matter, he's been called worse. He's been worse. It was satisfying, in the end, to see her finally understand: she took her hands off him like she'd touched something disgusting, her mouth quivered, she backed away as if in terror: how can you just stand there, she breathed, raspy from all her carrying-on, and look at me like a fucking stranger?

Easy, he might have said. I am a fucking stranger.

But he didn't say anything because he didn't have to. She was crying so hard when she apparated off to her mother's that he thought she might splinch herself—and a week ago, or maybe even this morning, that might have curdled his insides with terror and dread. 

But he has unhooked himself from his insides. That's an art, too, and he's well-practiced: it can be every bit as natural, he finds, to feel nothing as it is to feel something. Easier, even, once you've mastered it. 

He clicks shut the suitcase, knots the length of twine.

James, he says to himself, I'll find him. I'll give everything I have.

It isn't much. He's got hands that know how to kill and the will to do it. He's got a ruined body, still absurdly walking the earth while so many more deserving have returned to it. He's got the shame of all his generation's failures, the cans they've kicked down the road to their children. And he's got a monster inside: lusting, ravenous, insane, goading him to go after her, bury his face in her powder scent and beg, to confess that I want you, I want to live, I want to have what I want—

What higher calling, for someone like him, than to put all that between Harry and a curse?

 

Shh-shh-shh, Tonks whispers. She presses a kiss to the warm dry scalp, with its menthol smell of ointment, its tickling hairs. We're going to Nan's house.

Teddy, on a brief intermission from wailing, roots his red little nose and mouth against her shirt. He's always hungry, he's been on her sore tits all day—he was latched when the call came from Kingsley. It is never enough.

She can't just wait. She's not a keeper-of-the-home-fires. She's springloaded, a coil of taut potential straining for release—trained to fight three-on-one, to throw jets of wandless fire from her open hands, to keep her pulse rate seventy-steady all the while. They need her, they can't spare her, what is she doing here?

Waiting for death to come and find her, that's bloody what. They'll step over Remus's body ( he's a good fighter, not the best —these awful thoughts won't stop— he's distracted, scared, has too much to lose. His clicky old knees could betray him. He'll think of the baby, lose his focus, miss by a centimetre and that's the end. It could have already happened ), they'll swarm the castle like driver ants, and then they'll come for Teddy. She'll be in pieces before she lets them get to him, but once she's gone he'll be so helpless, swaddled in his bassinet. She won't have it. She won't sit and let it happen.

She stands there for a moment, in the dark house, with Teddy bundled to her chest. He's winding himself up for another cry, back spasming, a bubble of snot in his nose. It'd all be easier if she could just get him to sleep, but she's not good at that—it's hard not to let it feel like a failure. He's cried so much in this house she can hear it even when he's quiet, the sound has soaked into the walls. This, here, is the life these three have only just begun to make: the kitchen table permanently sticky with jam, the tousled bed: biscuit crumbs on her side, a stack of books on his. The baby's things everywhere, socks and sleepsuits, corduroy dragon, the cot overturned in her rush to get going. Blankets gushing out over the rug.

That's what she's got to go and fight for. This is only the start! They've got years, so many years, so much happiness and lost time to make up! So many knuckle-kisses, murmured sweetnesses under the duvet, Remus jiggling the baby through colic all night, giving her his worn-out smile from the doorway—God, fuck, she's never even told him about the time her dad took her to the zoo and she morphed herself a crest like the iguanas! The Obliviators had to come and zap everyone, Dad turned the colour of beetroot trying not to smile! He'll laugh himself sick!

She's got to go, so she can tell him. That and so many other things. He keeps appearing in her mind: sprawled across flagstone, hole burnt in his robes, face up and staring at the Great Hall's fake sky. Do you know what's up there, behind all the magic? he asked her once, years ago on a mission together, sitting hidden in the boughs of a tree. When she shook her head no, he said, Spiders. It's infested completely, there are a million. And cobwebs thick enough to swing on—don't ask me how I know. He waggled his eyebrows, charming in a way that was unlike him and perfectly fitting all the same. She was so taken by the thought of eight million eyes watching her little self perch on the stool at her sorting that she just grinned at him, gormless. He looked at her face like he was deciphering runes. And it's clear, now, that he was hers at that moment. Since that moment, he has been hers.

She won't let them have him. They've taken too much already: Dad, Mad-Eye, Sirius. The hope of every muggleborn kid who should have, this year, looked for the first time up into that indoor sky and felt the touch of wonder. She can't get it back, but she can make them pay for it. She's got enough revenge boiling down in her gut, it could power a thousand killing curses—she could explode with it, it could set her on fire—

C'mon, baby, she says. Teddy's shivering breath is so warm, so soft, on her chest. We've got to go.

 

When Nymphadora was a little girl, long before she got her wand, she used to break a stick off the sycamore tree and run about brandishing it, casting made-up hexes, making explosive sounds with her mouth. Halt! she'd shout at the imaginary enemy. Andromeda never knew where she'd gotten that. Ted's little black-and-white telly in his office, maybe. She'd jump off the garden wall, land on her face, pick herself up and announce, I'm okay! Even when she scraped up her elbows, even when she knocked out a tooth. She was always okay.

Andromeda has never asked—and who? Who would even tell her?—but she thinks that must have been how they found her. Faceplanted in the mud, wand out in front of her. Little warrior. When she handed the baby off that night she had that same look on her face: I'm okay, said through a mouth of blood.

Teddy is more of a dirt-digger, beetle-watcher, masher of rose hips into pretend potions. She has to stop him at the door and check his pockets lest he bring home a toad, a wriggling handful of earthworms. That's a bit of Ted coming through, she's pretty sure. This afternoon, she watched Teddy stop his potion-mashing, squint into the mess, and fish out a pill bug with his chubby little fingers. He held it up to show her: roly-poly, he said proudly. He's only just started pronouncing his Ls. He set the bug aside on the grass and recommenced his mashing.

Teddy's a lover, he doesn't like to kill things. That's the privilege of a peacetime child. For lunch he gets spaghetti hoops on toast, his grandfather's guilty favourite, and then a little kip upstairs. Andromeda cleans the mud off his dungarees, and off the carpet where he's tracked it in, and off the doorknob and the bathroom sink and his booster chair.

Nymphadora and Ted used to chuckle to each other at her arsenal of scrubbing charms, the shirts folded in squares. Like that sort of thing was her idea of fun. No. That was the daily fight against entropy. Her daughter, born under the standard of this potted aspidistra, raised in this tidy defiance of the mess outside, never understood. She went charging off with her wand out and left Andromeda to walk the floor all night for months with this little war on her shoulder, the baby that wouldn't stop screaming—and who could blame him? Andromeda understands that desperation, that longing for something impossible. The night they buried his parents, Teddy cried like he was begging God. 

Andromeda didn't. She doesn't beg.

I know what you think you're doing, Narcissa told her once, a week before she left with Ted forever. She'd cornered Andromeda in the upstairs hall, gripping her wrist and hissing so that Father in his study wouldn't hear. You think you're doing something brave. You're not, you're just running. Anyone can run.

Andromeda would never concede that she was right. She wasn't—not about Ted, not about leaving home. But still she thinks about it. There's an Order of Merlin upstairs, in the locked room that was Nymphadora's, gleaming in its velvet case. For her courage. Her sacrifice. There's no denying that she earned it. But days like this—when the house is silent and Andromeda is folding dungarees, rinsing tins of spaghetti hoops—she wants to take her long-gone daughter by the shoulders and say: my darling, you have no idea.

images by edward hopper: a room in brooklyn, sun in an empty room (detail), rooms by the sea (detail)

[sorrow-and-bliss]

Sirius Black x Crookshanks!Reader

Sirius Black x Reader!Animagus!Crookshanks

(For these purposes, Crookshanks is female.)

Warnings: None, I think? Mostly crack - which was not intended, lol.

Reader is a year or two younger than the Marauders and Snape. She and Sirius always got along well and even liked each other but both thought it was one sided, so they did nothing about it.

Reblogs are fine.

Masterlist

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In the shrieking shack, pure chaos had erupted.

"Crookshanks stop! No, you mustn't kill it. Crookshanks give it here! No!" 

Hermione screamed as you (Crookshanks) darted under the broken furniture, refusing to give up the rat you had just caught in your mouth.

"Get it, Crookshanks, you brilliant cat. Kill it!" Roared Sirius.

"She's gonna bloody kill my rat! I always knew it'd be your cat!" Ron yelled at Hermione.

You hissed (as well as you could) when you were backed into a corner.

"I'm going to kill your bloody cat, 'Mione!" Ron screamed.

Your death was indeed looking imminent. The Weasley boy was incredibly distraught at the possible loss of his pet. Finally the moment had come, and you morphed out of your animagus form. Hermione shrieked as her pet turned into a human.

Sirius did a double take. It had been years. You seemed a bit grimmer and a bit ashen. But you still had your signature feistiness. There was fire in your eyes and unruliness in your hair. Just the way it'd always been.

"Y/n," he gasped.

You were still holding the rat (who was Pettigrew) in your mouth.

"Um, love, you might want to drop that, it's probably not sanitary." Sirius advised.

"Ober my ged vody," you answered through stuffed teeth.

Sirius was practically laughing to the point of tears, the sight before him was just so refreshing and so typical of you.

The children, who had sufficiently recovered, were already firing spells at you which you deftly dodged until you managed to get your wand out.

"Protego!" You shouted, a large shield appearing in front of you and Sirius, just as Remus Lupin darted in yelling "Stupify!"

Thankfully your shield absorbed it.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed.

"Thiriously, if eberybone woold jutht cawlm doawn fuur a momnt id be fine." Your speech once again muffled by a rat barring your mouth.

Remus calmed, and the children seeing this, followed suit.

"Exactly what is going on?" Harry asked, perplexed.

You went to speak again but were once again cut off by Severus barging in. "Expelliarmus!"

"Everyone shut up!" You bellowed, finally spitting the rat out of your mouth, as your shield once again absorbed the spell.

"Y/n?" Severus muttered in shock. "I thought you were dead."

"'Course not," you spat, disgustedly, holding the rat in a choke hold between your fingers.

"But how - " he began,

"Shut UP I said!" You yelled.

An unearthly silence filled the air.

"Alright. First things first. Sirius isn't guilty, Peter Pettigrew is - Yes he's alive! Pay attention to my tenses, Severus. Yes I'm sure, Remus. No I haven't gone to the wrong side, either of you. I've been hiding, trying to crack this mystery for years. Ronald Weasley, don't you dare interrupt me. Your pet rat is neither a pet nor a rat, he's an animagus who happened to kill your best friend's parents. Instead of your best friend's dogfather - fogdather - GODFATHER! here, as everyone thought. So put a lid on it." You finished, breathlessly.

Ron's mouth shut. Severus lowered his wand. And Remus looked lost in fond memories.

"Oh," Harry breathed, once his brain had caught up with all the information.

"That makes much more sense, my old friend," remarked Remus who embraced Padfoot.

"Still," Severus began to hedge, hoping his old enemy was still guilty.

"Shut up, Severus," you yelled for the third time this evening.

"Alright everybody, wands at the ready," you warned, pointing your own at the rat.

Everyone dutifully complied. "Demorphmagus!"

Then the bloated rat did indeed take its even uglier form of Pettigrew. Harry had executed Incarcerous just as Peter made a futile attempt to escape.

"Well done, Harry. Severus, do you happen to have any Veritaserum with you?"

"For another purpose..." He lamented. And handed over the tiny vial.

Wormtail began struggling. "Peter, if you don't cooperate, I'll use the killing curse right here and now," you promised.

"But little, sweet, kind, y/n wouldn't do that to her old friend, Peter," he tried dredging up old memories.

"Is that a challenge?" you threatened.

The man gave into blubbering and shivers, as you put one single drop into his mouth.

"That's sufficient, right Sev'?" You looked up at the Potion's Master. He gave a curt nod but you swore you saw his eyes soften at the use of his old nickname. He hadn't been all bad to you at school even taking it upon himself to help you with potions back then. You exclusively had called him Sev'.

Turning back to Pettigrew, the interrogation began.

"Peter Pettigrew, were you an ally of Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes, I was, and a very good one at that - " the man began rambling

"Were you Lily and James' Potter's secret keeper?"

"Yes, indeed I was! You see - "

"Did you turn Lily and James Potter over to Voldemort?"

"Well, yes, you see - "

"You did this knowing full well that they would be killed?"

"Yes."

You screamed in rage, bringing an infuriated fist down upon his nose.

There was a loud crack and the man howled in pain, but you were distraught and unknowingly crying.

"Y/n, now y/n, everything's alright now," Sirius put a comforting arm around you, as you sobbed into his shoulder.

Peter attempted to get free again, but Hermione was having none of it and shot him with a stunning spell.

"Remus, what's wrong?" You asked as he looked in alarm through the window.

"I've forgotten..." he trailed off.

"The moon!" You gasped.

"Quickly, y/n! You must take my memories to prove Sirius' innocence. I must leave - children get back!" He ordered with fear. Severus rapidly handed over an empty vial, with a distinct sourness. Then herded the children into the corner where he shielded them.

When you'd acquired the silver thread, Remus started running, making it almost to the end of the tunnel before his transformation began.

"I'll go after him, y/n, take the children back to the castle," begged Sirius.

"People think I'm dead! And you're too weak, it has to be Severus to take them back. I'll go after Lupin." You objected.

"I believe it will take all of us," Snape strained out. "Lupin has already left, Pettigrew is our immediate threat, and no one knows that either of you two are alive!"

There was silence. "You make fair points, my friend," you muttered.

Severus relaxed slightly.

"Alright, Sev, why don't you take the lead levitating Pettigrew in the front. You being near the front will dampen the shock of Pettigrew and me being alive, as well as Sirius being innocent. The children next - Harry, Hermione, support Ron between yourselves - "

"- And you will come next, while Black brings up the rear to protect us should his wolfish friend return." Snape carped tersely.

More silence...

"Fine." You spat apathetically.

"I'm sure you had other purposes in mind, putting me at the back - incidentally the most vulnerable position of our group - nevertheless I concur for entirely different reasons. I won't allow y/n to take the dangerous position of rear guard." Sirius said with grim amusement.

"Believe me, y/n's safety was among my highest priorities." Snape answered with scorn.

This was the best course of action, so that: Pettigrew wouldn't be able to escape, especially under Snape's pure hatred; Snape could plead everyone's case and apparent aliveness; and you would be an easy warm up shock for everyone before they saw Sirius.

"On second thought. Sirius, you should be a dog, so the Dementors don't try to suck your soul out."

Snape looked disappointed but Sirius assented.

"Alright. Have we got everyone? Wormtail up front." But the villain in question began to rouse again. "Hey Ron, give him a stunner for us since you lost your pet tonight."

"Gladly," said the Weasley boy, knocking his 'pet' out again.

"The traitor is in the front, I am coming next, Potter and Granger are to support Weasley behind me, and you are to come as second to last, with the animagus version of Black behind you." Severus summed up your thoughts.

"Thank you"

Sirius reluctantly morphed and nudged your leg to tell you he was ready. Then the procession started.

"Hermione, I do sincerely apologize for this. I needed to get here in order to unravel the loose threads pertaining to the mystery of the Potter's death and you were my best bet. Ronald -"

"I understand," young mister Weasley shook his head. "I've no desire to keep a murderer as a pet."

Hermione seconded that she understood. As you neared the Hogwarts doors, Sirius growled.

"Behind you," Hermione screeched.

You were just in time to deter werewolf Lupin with a stinging jinx, as Sirius charged forward hackles raised.

The werewolf swiftly decided it'd had enough for the evening and ran whimpering off into the forest.

"Thank goodness,"

"A little help ahead?" called Snape, nearing the Dementors. Harry had started to sweat.

"Expecto Patronum!" Your patronus - a swan - took full form and charged ahead driving away the dementors long enough for everyone to slip inside.

Thankfully the corridors were empty and soon everyone was tripping into Dumbledore's Study.

"Good evening, Severus, with the suspiciously well preserved remains of the formerly incinerated Peter Pettigrew.’

"And hello Harry, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. And welcome apparently alive y/n with a dog. I believe I'm about to hear a most unique tale." Mused the headmaster, rounding his desk with alacrity to inspect the stunned Pettigrew.

He adjusted his spectacles, "Hmm, very interesting. If I'm not mistaken he's very much alive and not at all incinerated. What is equally curious is that y/n is alive and well. Welcome back, friend and former student. Most of us thought you were dead, but I was less certain."

You felt a bit flustered before the ever-calm Headmaster.

"Yes, Professor, sir, I went into hiding shortly after the Potters..."

He held up a hand, "I understand completely. Now what is the mystery before us?"

You took a deep breath, "Pettigrew is guilty, not Sirius Black."

You told the whole story beginning to end, as the headmaster gave very little response other than kind attentiveness.

"Well, I have no reason to doubt you, especially if Severus concurs."

Snape muttered something like begrudged agreement.

"I also have Lupin's memories of this afternoon and evening's events." You held up the vial.

"Excellent. Well done everyone. Now, I believe this dog here is in fact Sirius Black, am I correct?"

"Quite correct, sir." You answered.

"Very well, I believe it would be safest if y/n and Black retreated to a safer location while I sort this mess out. Mr. Black I'm very glad to see you escaped and well. I think you should keep to this form while actually at Hogwarts so the dementors don't sense anything. But if you and y/n hole up at the Shrieking Shack you will be safe to resume your human form."

You nodded.

"I shall put in a good word for all of you, including Remus, to the Ministry. 100 points to Gryffindor and off to bed with you younger three," the children beamed and left murmuring thank yous. Harry paused at Sirius, and hugged him. The dog nuzzled back, and watched the retreating figure of his dogson.

Y/n and Sirius left for the Shrieking Shack after Dumbledore promised to send food and blankets.

Severus stayed behind to assist Dumbledore.

“You know, Severus,” mused the headmaster, “I always thought something was amiss with the story of the Potters’ deaths, but could never put my finger on it. Then I always had a feeling that y/n was not dead but was still alive and well somewhere. I could just never conclude as to how or where. I should have known the two scenarios were interconnected.’

“Lemon drop?” He offered, but Severus was already drowning himself in firewhisky.

[enbysiriusblack]

since it's theatre day and james' bday, have this little theatre au snippet:

"O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die!" James yelled, plunging the retractable knife into his stomach and falling to the ground with a gasp.

"I thought you were playing romeo?"

James sat up, turning to see Peter in a front seat of the empty theatre.

"Evans found out Mulciber was cast as Tybalt and wanted to switch so she could kill him", James stroked the skirt of his dress, "I should probably warn Flitwick to check she isn't using a real sword during that scene but... nah."

Peter grinned with a shrug, "He probably has it coming."

"Exactly my thoughts, Pete", James nodded, jumping off the stage.

The doors opened wide followed by a familiar voice, "This is your first rehearsal, Prongs, there's no need for costumes yet."

James glanced down at his long red dress he had borrowed, without asking, from Mary, "Who says this is a costume?"

The corner of Remus' mouth lifted as he shoved a script into James' hands.

Sirius stood by Remus, in a full Mercutio costume, surveying James' dress, "You should probably go for a different colour. If we use blood when you die then nobody will be able to see it."

"We're not using any fake blood, Mister Black", Flitwick huffed, strolling through the rows of chairs.

Sirius grinned, "Who said fake?"

Flitwick ignored him, instead turning to James, "Now, Mister Potter, I was very surprised to see you audition, but hopefully it means you'll be bringing in a more diverse range of people to be our audience?"

"You mean my teammates? Yeah, they'll probably come."

"Excellent", Flitwick clapped his hands, "I'm sure with you and Miss Evans as our stars, our play will get sold out in seconds, Hm?"

Flitwick moved along, signalling for Remus to follow him over to the lighting booth.

James stared after him, "Did Flitwick just admit he gave me the role to sell more tickets? Am I not a good actor?"

"At least he thinks your hot and popular," Peter snorted.

James whined, turning to Sirius, "I'm not a good actor."

Sirius patted his head with a bark of laughter, "Prove him wrong then."

James grinned back, immediately jumping up onto the stage just as the other crew and cast members filtered into the theatre.

Remus spotted James on the middle of the stage and turned on a spotlight where he stood.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" James declared, hand to his forehead like looking out to sea.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name", James sighed wistfully, "Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet."

Someone whistled from the small gathering watching him.

"‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy: thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man."

James gasped dramatically, "O be some other name", he yelled before falling to the floor.

He then lifted his head up slowly, as if pondering something, "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

James hummed in deep thought, tapping his fingers against his chin before climbing back up into a standing position and grinning proudly to himself, "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title."

Romeo", James nodded in pure elation at a discovery, "doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee..."

James nodded twice more, firmly, reaching a big decision, "take all myself."

Someone whistled again and in place of flowers, people started throwing their jumpers and jackets. Sirius threw a boot, which James managed to catch before it would hit him.

He took a bow to even more cheers, until Remus dimmed the lights.

James jumped back off the stage to praise from the other actors.

He spotted Flitwick who nodded at him, pleased, "You'll be a very good Juliet, Mister Potter."

"I know."

[theemporium]

oooh i like this new event!

🧸—nothing gets the heart swooning like a good wee dad au! have a particularly wholesome thought in mind? wanna see your favourite boy freak out over changing a diaper? then send in a little request and let’s get the dilfs in here!

Remus lupin with all his friends finding out before they actually announce it and them teasing him about it but he doesn't lash back at all cuz he's just so ecstatic to have a kid :')

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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In his defence, he thought he was being really subtle.

You didn’t even realise nor suspect you were pregnant when you found out. It had been a normal day off for the two of you. Remus had gotten out of bed and headed to a nearby bakery to buy some fresh pastries for breakfast while you brewed some coffee. The second the boy walked in through the door, he had paused and asked you if someone was visiting. 

You were confused but Remus was adamant the smell in the house had shifted. When he was closer to you, he realised your smell had shifted. And one trip to the pharmacy later, you had a positive pregnancy test telling you that you were expecting. 

Remus was terrified. Downright shitting himself if he was being completely honest. But there was an excitement coursing through him that he couldn’t explain. A family was never something he considered as a possibility in his future. He hadn’t even convinced himself he would find someone who loved him as unconditionally as you did either. 

So, to have both, to have the love of his life carrying their family, Remus wasn’t the most vigilant in his surroundings. Nor was he very subtle. 

The group had noticed a solid week after you and Remus found out that there was a shift. Remus had always been protective over you, he was protective over everyone he cared about. But it felt like someone had turned the dial up to one hundred when it came to you.

He was jumping up to do stuff for you before you could even think about doing it yourself. He was always fussing and making sure you were comfortable. He would always be touching you in some sort of way, and on more than one occasion, his hand rested suspiciously on your stomach. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out you were pregnant. And so much was confirmed when Sirius was in his animagus form, the innate ability for dogs to know was something he also shared. All it took was a little cuddle from you to confirm. 

And the others wanted to wait until you felt comfortable enough to share with them, but Sirius and James liked to push Remus’ buttons a little.

“You know, Moony,” Sirius had started one night, a beer bottle in his hand as he lounged back on the couch with his head on Marlene’s lap. “You really are the dad of the group.” 

Remus froze before he let out a nervous laugh. “What?”

“Yeah, you just give such a fatherly vibe,” James continued as he nodded his head. “I mean, you practically are a dad already.”

Remus’ eyes widened. “What? Me? A dad? No, pfft! Don’t know where you heard that one!”

“I meant to us, Moony,” James said with an innocent smile, trying to bite back his laughs whilst Sirius shoved his face further into Marlene’s thigh to muffle his own. “You’re a father to us.”

“Right,” Remus said as he forced out a laugh, his arm protectively wrapping around you. “Of course.”

“Oh give it up before you kill the poor boy,” you scoffed, shaking your head as you looked between the two boys in amusement. You then glanced up at your boyfriend with a fond smile before you said, “honey, they know.”

Remus blinked. “Know what?”

You shot him a look.

Remus’ head whirled around to face his friends. “How do you know?!” 

“You’re so fucking obvious with it, mate!” Sirius cackled, shaking his head. “You’re already acting like a mother hen on crack!”

“I am not,” Remus scoffed before shrugging. “Yeah no, I am. Look, we did mean to tell—”

“It’s fine, Remus, we get it,” Lily said with a reassuring smile. “You wanted to tell us when you were ready.”

“Well jokes on you, now you have to deal with his baby rambles,” you said with a snort as you took a sip of your apple juice. “He hasn’t shut up about the nursery since we found out.”

“Aww, our little Moony is gonna have his own little moony,” James teased, though there were smiles all around.

“Hell yeah I am,” Remus grinned proudly as he puffed his chest out. “Gonna have the best kid you’ve ever seen. Just you wait.”

Sirius snorted. “They are gonna be a little smart ass like you too.”

Remus shrugged. “The little guy is gonna have you running in circles when you babysit, Pads. Just you see.”

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[buggre-alle-this-for-a-larke]

TW: DISCUSSION OF DOMESTIC ABUSE TACTICS

Something that really puts me off wolfstar, at least in canon and anything vaguely canon compliant, is that it takes Sirius being a shit friend in 1981 (something that becomes mutual by November 1981) and sprinkles in abuse.

If Remus and Sirius were in a romantic relationship in 1981, Sirius is using some classic abuse techniques on Remus.

Namely: (image taken from the NHS website)

Isolate: Sirius goes to lengths to isolate Remus from his friends. By guaranteeing Remus isn’t told the secret (poa ch18), Remus will never see James, Lily, or Harry again because that’s how the fidelius charm works. He could have turned up at their door and still wouldn’t be able to see them. He has been very successfully cut out of their lives. According to Remus ,James wouldn’t have believed any of his friends were the spy (DH ch 5), meaning this all came from Sirius as we’re told in PoA (ch18).

Peter was also in hiding as the secret keeper, though to what extent we’re never told (“when I arrived at his hiding place, he was gone” (poa ch18)). If they’re trying to keep Peter safe from the spy and not tell Remus about the switch (which they are, poa ch18), it’s likely Remus has been cut out of his life too. Based on Sirius’ will.

Remus doesn’t have a major support network to fall back on; he refused to go to his father for help (pottermore) and his lycanthropy makes it difficult for him to have pretty much anyone (DH ch11). So if Sirius has been able to get James, Lily, and Peter out of Remus’ life by his conviction that Remus is the spy, he has successfully cut Remus off and isolated him from all of his close friends.

Money: This leads on from the previous point. Remus, at that point, didn’t work. His lycanthropy made it incredibly difficult for him to get and keep employment and so most of his time was dedicated to the Order (pottermore). As he wouldn’t return to living with his father, it was James that funded Remus’ entire life and paid his rent (leaky cauldron interview with JKR 2007).

Needless to say, cutting Remus off from James doesn’t just mean he has one less friend - it means Sirius has cut Remus off from his finances. If James and Remus are no longer in contact, and it stands to reason they’d have to be otherwise Remus would figure out that Sirius isn’t the secret keeper (which is the thing they want to avoid (poa ch18)), then Remus has no form of income. How quickly that would turn dire we don’t know, but probably not very long. Sirius’ actions are controlling Remus’ access to money.

Blame: We don’t know why Sirius thinks Remus is the spy, neither the books nor pottermore goes into any details (it’s not because Remus was with the werewolves, he doesn’t do that until 1996), only that he does. Meaning the isolation and controlling of his finances happens because of something Sirius believes of Remus - if Remus had noticed this (and if Peter hadn’t betrayed them within a week he would have) Remus would have been blamed for Sirius’ actions.

It’s also likely Sirius would deny his tactics if Remus called him out on it, tiptoeing pretty close to the “deny the abuse is happening, or downplay it” line too.

Accuse of affairs: Of course I say kinda this one not because of actual affairs, but because of what Sirius has accused Remus of doing elsewhere. Replace affairs with ‘accusations of murdering their comrades, planning to murder more, and conspiring with a fascist dictator’. Remus hasn’t done any of that, and yet it doesn’t stop Sirius from accusing him.

For comparison, when Remus believes Sirius was the spy; he has been told Sirius was the secret keeper, Dumbledore corroborated that Sirius was the secret keeper, Peter has been ‘killed’, there were eye witness accounts saying that Sirius murdered Peter and then blew up a street, Sirius was caught at the scene laughing and, as far we can discern, goes with law enforcement quietly, and he is imprisoned. There’s nothing to suggest Remus thought Sirius was the spy before he’s provided with the evidence (even if that evidence turned out to be wrong). Sirius did all this to Remus without evidence.

This is one hell of thing to accuse your boyfriend of doing. It’s a hell of a thing to accuse a friend of doing don’t get me wrong, but when this is the person you’re supposed to love and be the closest to? That shit is rough.

Viewing Sirius and Remus’ interactions in this period through a romantic lens takes it from just being shitty to being downright grim. Listen I love a good bit of angst in a ship, so long as the angst is built on a solid foundation of trust and respect, but this goes beyond like casual angst for me. And people’s claim that Sirius being in a relationship with Remus at the time is the thing that makes it okay is just not the one.

[dwindlinghaze]

my everything

(sirius black x reader)

summary: you didn't cherish your relationship with sirius enough and you didn't realise how much he means to you until he's gone.

contents: pure angst, regret

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"hey darling," sirius greeted you as he sat down, "what are you doing tonight?"

"oh- me and lily are going to do our group project," you answered. lately, sirius has ben rubbing you off the wrong way, somehow.

sirius pursed his lips, running his fingers through his hair, "that's fine, there's always tomorrow!"

"mhm," you hummed agreeing to him but your eyes are still fixed on the notebook over your lap.

as time goes by, sirius felt like you were pushing him away. when he wrapped an arm around you while walking through the hallways, you always find a way to drop them down.

whenever he kissed you, you didn't kiss him back. you only hummed before tearing your lips away.

even with sirius' confident exterior, he couldn't help but feel like it's not secure. the two happy couples you once were is now fading. and he doesn't know why.

maybe he's too cocky for his own good? maybe you don't like it when he over-sprayed his hair? maybe you're tired of his antics with james?

so many possibilities that you haven't told him.

"what's wrong with her?" james perked up, seeing as you walk away from sirius without any goodbye nor kisses, like you usually do a month ago.

"nothing's wrong with her!" sirius fought in your defence.

"she's been pushing you away lately, hasn't she?" remus said, looking up from his textbook.

"yes she has. don't rub it in on me," sirius huffed, the hair over his face flying.

"do you think she fell out of love with you?" james gasped, putting his hands over his mouth- mockingly or not.

"prongs, don't-" remus started.

"maybe she is- i don't know," sirius replied, a sigh escaped his lips as the thought swirls around his mind relentlessly.

"padfoot, you know that's not happening right? she loves you- i think," remus said calmly.

"you think," sirius rolled his eyes.

"look at it this way- padfoot, you shouldn't let anyone break your heart like this! i mean- look at you! you look so worn off. no offence. if she still loves you then she will not push you away," james said, furrowing his brows at sirius.

"i know- but it's such a shame to put these months to waste. we have been incredibly happy with each other and am i going to let her go like this?" sirius closed his eyes, pulling the sheets over his face.

"you're right, you shouldn't just break up with her. you should see how she is in the next two weeks. maybe she's just having a bad day after a bad day," remus shrugged.

in the next two weeks, nothing seemed to change. if anything, you were pushing him more and more.

sirius, being the person he is isn't going to show his hurt. it kills him, every passing second when he sees you laughing heartedly with your friends but when you're with him, barely a smile spread over your cheeks.

"love, will you just tell me what's wrong?" sirius hushed, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at your face

"hmm?" you looked up at him, brushing the hair that fell on his forehead away. "nothing's wrong..?"

"you've been acting... distant lately. did i do something? or say something that possibly makes you... want to stay away from me? if i did then i'm sorry, so sorry," sirius said softly.

"you did nothing wrong," you contemplated. you didn't know what is wrong with yourself.

you knew how distant you have been. hanging out more with your friend and not your boyfriend. although there's nothing wrong with that, it still is a big question for the marauders because you are always with sirius. always.

lately though... you think you have fallen out of love. the spark isn't there. no more. when he kisses you, no crimson appears on your cheeks. just plain feeling.

"hey, siri," you said softly to him. now his attention is full on your apologetic eyes. "i know i've been distant lately, and i'm incredibly sorry for that. i don't even know why- i guess i just need time? to... think."

"think about what?"

"just- us. it's been conflicting for me. i'm so so sorry," you confessed, head down, not letting yourself to look in his eyes because you knew you would break. it takes everything in you to not have a melt down.

"tell me about it," he insisted.

"i don't know the feeling but it's just not the same three months ago. you know i love you right? and i always will, but i guess pain is just a consequence of love."

your last few words struck through his heart like a dagger. you just metaphorically said that you don't want to love. not him. he blabbed incomprehensible words before he spoke,

"hey, how about we take a break. just to give you space. you and i. maybe you can figure it out by then," sirius suggested after a long while although his heart is against it.

all these months of building up castles with you will just fell in a matter of seconds.

you felt a tear rolling down, not knowing what you want. "that's the only way. i'm sorry."

"s'not your fault you've fallen out of love with me," sirius spoke softly, his hand reaching out ti cup your face. "you will hold a special place in my heart."

"stop," you hiccuped. "same to you. i guess we're parting," you let out a bitter laugh.

"yea," sirius said hesitantly, "i'll see you when i see you."

i'll see you when i see you

his words echoed in your mind the whole night. you love him. loved or whatever. the feeling is there but you're confused and afraid even.

you cried enough tears to see your own reflection in them. even after weeks of the break up, your heart still aches. you wished you had said more. did more. be more.

you find it hard to sleep. to focus. to eat.

when you see him on the great hall, you fought back tears from storming down. he looks fine. he does because he has a support system around him; the three marauders.

you passed him on hallways and he would only look at you with a straight smile. nothing more. you knew you hurt him. and it's all your fault.

and then it was clear; you can't deny you really miss him.

guess you don't know what you got until it's gone.

the last few month, you didn't treat sirius the way he treated you.

when he kissed your cheeks, you only give him a small smile, mind barely focusing on your boyfriend but everything around that's not him.

he offered you his leather jacket when you're cold. giving you his gloves when it's cold during his quidditch practices. his scarf around your neck whenever you guys were outdoor.

behind sirius' confident facade, you knew him best. you knew sirius so well that you could read him like it's a plain storybook.

but now all of that are gone. no more warm scarf that smells like him. you will stay cold outdoors with no one to look out for you.

it's taken you a lot to say but now that he's gone, your heart is missing something. and it's time to push your pride away:

sirius was and is your everything.

you knew he's not far. probably somewhere around the castle with james or remus or peter. but still, you can't handle the distance.

he's travelling with your heart. and it's hurting.

you hoped this is a temporary feeling because it's too much to bear without him.

you would say sorry and make this alright again but you hurt him. you hate yourself for doing that. you know 'sorry' is not the cure.

he's now gradually healing from the heartbreak. but you're still there. dust collecting on yourself.

you hoped that you crossed his mind, selfishly or not, if you did, you hope that he knows that you're his.

sirius is your everything. and you're only realising this when you and him are nothing more.

[kxokiemonster]

Dark Marauders but not because they want to join the Dark Lord. Just imagine the Marauders saw in the war and then deciding "fuck it, being the good guys is not helping".

Just picture Sirius receiving Dumbledore's letter saying that Marlene had died. He couldn't handled it. Not anymore.

"Don't, Moony. Don't try to stop me" he said breathing heavily.

Remus just looks at him, his eyes foggy with something Sirius had never seen.

"I wasn't. Let me grab my coat. We're getting them"

And Sirius realized in that exact moment the reality of it all. Because they were going out to actually kill people and he didn't feel bad about it, he just felt a little worried something could happen to Remus.

Death Eaters are not hard to find. Not on those days, at least. They were everywhere. So Sirius could pick from a variety.

Lupin grabbed him before he could get to his wand with a simple "be smart". Then, the werewolf attacked the closest Death Eater. Sirius observed amazed how Remus (using the curse imperio) made the first Death Eater kill the others without a bit of remorse. Once he was finished, he withdrawed the curse making a theatrical bow.

"Your turn, my dear"

Sirius grinned and got closer to the trembling Death Eater, who was still recovering from what had just happened.

"You killed Marlene McKinnon. Now I'm going to kill you"

"Fuck off"

Sirius let out a husky laugh who only made the Death Eater stare in disbelief.

"Let those be your lasts words"

And he just killed him. His heart didn't flinch nor did his soul shatter. He hadn't lost anything, he had gained it. For the first time, he felt useful. He felt he was doing something.

The news fly and the next time Sirius got a letter from Dumbledore it was saying that they were getting out of line, taking unnecessary risks. Sirius let the letter burn in front of his eyes while Remus kissed his temple. They were doing the right thing. No one would convince him of the contrary when every time he killed a Death Eater, he was preventing someone else from getting a letter saying their loved ones were dead.

Some Death Eaters started to get scared. They weren't invencible after all. Other decided to make justice themselves and attack them in their own home. Remus was expecting that, he had already put every spell imaginable around the house to protect it, apart from some fun surprises that could be found if you broke into the house.

Peter appeared in their door just a few weeks later. Two months since they started their little killing spree.

Sirius was fast putting his wand under the shorter's chin and ready to kill him after he admitted to be with the Dark Lord. Remus was more patient. After all, he had always had the biggest soft spot for Wormtail.

"Explain yourself or I'll let Padfoot kill you. And let me be really clear when I say that I will enjoy it"

So Peter started talking. He taked about how scared he was, how every other pure blood family he knew took a knee for the Dark Lord, how his parents did it. He just wanted to be safe, to not be a coward for once.

But even in the Death Eaters, he was a corward because he didn't want to kill people.

"I didn't want Marlene dead. I loved her as much as you. She was my friend too" he said with conviction and Remus could see the honesty in his eyes.

"What made you change?" asked Remus with honest curiousity.

"How can we even know if he's telling the truth?" spat Sirius.

"I have a bit of veritaserum yet" mumbled Remus.

"I'll take it. Give it"

So Remus remade the question. That time knowing he couldn't lie.

"Now the Order is strong. I've heard about the dead Death Eaters. Everyone had. Now I really think we can win them and I don't want to be in the wrong side of history anymore"

"The Order isn't stronger" informed Sirius a little sad

"Then who has been killing all those Death Eaters?"

"We had" said Remus with a proud smile. "Pads and I. And a few other people who had joined us"

"Just you?" asked Peter, incapable of believing only a few people could do so much damage

"Dumbledore removed us from the Order a month ago"

"So you are by yourself?"

"Yeah. Mostly"

"I want to join. I have information. I'll be useful"

If they thought they were dangerous before, now they were unstopable.

Harry's birth only gave them a boost. Sirius became even more sadistic with his new godfather status.

"Pads, stop now" asked Remus seeing his husband torture a Death Eater. He wasn't scared nor preoccupied, just bored. They had been at it for a whole hour. "We have places to be"

"But Moony" he complained.

Peter took a step, killing the Death Eater with a second thought.

"C'mon, Pads, we can't make them wait forever" he mumbled.

Peter had changed the most. He became confident, he trusted his own habilities for the first time in his life. Remus had to admit that he got scared the first time the blond took a Death Eater (a woman whose name Remus couldn't remember) by the arm and broke it with a blank face, even before asking anything.

He was sweet around friends and seemed happy, so Remus didn't doubt his sanity.

James didn't participate in their little missions. He had wanted a few times, but never really had the courage in case he died and left Lily alone.

When Harry turned eight months old, he got a letter.

"It has Regulus' name" he said trying not to sound affected.

Sirius took the letter, examing it.

"Not his letter though. Someone else wrote it"

It took them a month and a half more to discover who had wrote after exchanging letters with the unknown guy. Barty showed up on his door. If James thought he was a madman in school, he was a thousand times worse now: his hair was long, careless, he twitched with every sound and his eyes had a darkness indescribable.

"You were in Azkaban" mumble James, not sure about how to proceed.

"Let me in" he asked, almost vibrating. "It's not safe out here"

"The house is guarded"

"I know. That's why you should let me in" he insisted.

"Barty, what are you doing here?"

"Regulus is dead" he started, his heart visibly broken. "Evan is dead. I escaped Azkaban and I'm going to make things right"

So James let him in. Because he had broken with Regulus three years ago, but the news were still devastating for him. James made him take veritaserum so he could be sure that he wasn't lying.

Barty explained the quest Regulus had started and died for. He told everything he knew about the horrocruxes and how the Dark Lord could finally be destroyed.

"Moody killed Rosier. Why do you want to be on his side?"

Barty twitched, the subject still fragile for him.

"I'm going to kill Moody slowly" he stated as a matter of fact. "But Regulus died trying to destroy that horrocrux and Evan helped him find it so they were sure the Dark Lord needs to be stopped. I believe in them. If this is the correct side so be it"

The new information only gave them more hope. Lily didn't really like it, but she understood when James repeated that he wanted to go out and fight.

Voldermort was losing followers and the resistance was gaining them. James was unstopable. Every Death Eater was scared of him, of how he could torture them until he got the information he wanted. He never killed, he just hurt enough so the wish he would kill them.

When the Dark Lord came, they were preppared. James fought with courage. He wouldn't have won if it wasn't for Peter, who showed up at the last minute and killed Voldemort from behind.

The wrote to the Order, telling them the great news.

"Unfortunately, you picked a different path from the Order. I'm afraid you all will face consecuences for your actions during this war" wrote back Dumbledore.

Lily laughed after reading it. Baby Harry sleeping in her arms.

"So we are by ourselves" she observed.

"Just where we started" stated Sirius with a shrug.

"If he wants us to be the bad guys. We'll be" informed Peter, his words not matching his soft appearance.

The Marauders spent half their time capturing (and killing) Death Eater who were set free after the war and the other half looking for horrocruxes.

Pandora explained to them the spell she was practicing to destroy the one Regulus had found and Remus joined her, helping with a spell that could have killed her in other circumstances.

Barty disappeared after the war, but he kept his promise off killing Moody. He was sent to Azkaban and, same as the first time, he managed to escape.

The Marauders are, at the same time, respected and feared. No one dared to arrest them but whispers followed them where they went.

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Okay so this is a strange au idea and it's okay if you don't wanna write it or if it's not your kind of thing but like a horror au with Remus Lupin where reader and remus are good friends and hes been comforting her the past while as her friend group has been targeted by a serial killer and she's the last one left. Just like a little confrontation scene where she finds out that it's been remus this whole time.

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What have I done

Dark! killer! Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Horror/Serial Killer AU

Summary: Y/n goes to her friend for comfort, scared that she will be Hogwarts latest victim…little does she know the killer is a lot closer than she thinks

Warnings: dark fic, mentions of murder, death, and serial killings, mixture of disturbing and sad, slightly naive reader

A/n: 1.4k words, thank you! Okay so, it’s the same lines but it’s not really a confrontation, I’ve made it more tragic and sad as this was where my brain went so I followed it. I gave it my best shot, not sure how I feel about it but I hope it's okay xx

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You hugged yourself as you made your way along the hall towards Remus’ dorm. The entire day you felt like someone was stalking you, watching your every move as if you were their prey, a lamb ready for slaughter.

A month ago, your friends were telling Barty that he was being overdramatic and paranoid about feeling the same way you were at present, then a day later he showed up dead, murdered in the middle of a hallway. The school had barely gotten over that tragedy when Pandora was killed only a week later, followed by Evan, and then finally Regulus last week.

You were sure you were next, Regulus had a theory it had something to do with the party last month, a party the five of you attended before Barty and Evan dragged you out into the woods

Letting yourself into the dorm you found the other beds empty, with all the murders, James wouldn’t leave Lily’s side, Peter guarded the other girls' dorm, and Sirius had taken off, allowed to return to the Potters after his brother’s death.

Remus was fast asleep, soft snores coming from him as you kneeled on the bed “Rem” you place your hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently to wake him

He groans, face crunching up so cutely as he comes too, eyes narrow, squinting at your figure “Y/n?” he wonders

“Hi” you greet

You bite your lip, heat coming to your face as Remus scans your body, wishing you had something more than a nightdress on as it was rather cold

“What...what are you doing here?” he asks sitting up, looking confused before he sees the frantic look in your eyes “Are you okay?” he raises an eyebrow

You shake your head “No...I’m really scared” you confess climbing over his lap and hugging him tightly

Remus had been a good friend to you, you had always noticed him from afar but after Barty’s death he found you crying in the corridors and you finally spoke to him. He was sweet, didn’t mind you leaving a micture of snot and tears on his robes, nor did he mind you coming to him for comfort on more than one occasion.

It was strange, there was something, mysterious dare say dark about him but you found yourself falling for him, you felt oddly safe around him

“There, there” he pats the back of your head whilst you cry into the crook of his neck “Let it out” he tells you, voice calm and soothing 

“I..I…” you try to speak as you pull back, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hands “I think they’re coming for me next” you sob, voice wavering and cracking

He tilts his head “What makes you think that?” he coaxes, looking somewhere between concerned and interested but you really couldn’t see him anymore with constant flow of tears

You start trying to explain but it comes out an incoherent ramble Remus can’t make heads or tails of

“Hey…hey” he cups your cheeks, ending your babbles “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

“Okay” you sniffle, letting him lift you off his lap and onto the bed beside him

Remus then leaves and goes into the bathroom, coming back with a small glass of water a few moments later

“Here” he gives you a half smile

“Thank you” you say returning his with a full one, gripping the glass with both hands and taking small sips

A few moments pass and you've have calmed down for the most part but there was a pit in your stomach, a sense of something impending in the air “Can you hold me?" you ask "Like...could I stay here tonight?"

His face flashes with something, too quick to register but he lifts the half empty glass from you rather quickly and places it on his bedside table before laying down, opening his arms for you to crawl into

“Come here” he hithers

You shift down and burry your head into his chest, feeling safe as his arms wrap around you, one drawing shapes on your back as the other traces over where the hem of your nightdress and bare thigh meet

“So, what were you trying to tell me?” he looks down at you, eyes almost sad, like he's worried about you

“I think I’m next. And i think it's to do with something my friends did last month” you begin while Remus listens intently, nodding along “You see we were going to a Slytherin party but Evan and Barty had this idea to blow it off and go to our treehouse in the woods instead. Which was fine, I don’t really like parties…but…” you begin to fiddle with his shirt

“But?” he extends the syllables

“Well we were sitting and they heard some howls, you know from the pack of friendly wolfs deep in the forest?” you say, eyes fixed on Remus’ chest

He hums “Yeah, I’ve heard of them” he says a little tense but you don’t pay any mind to it, continuing on

“Well Evan wanted to go see them and Bart follows him everywhere so he wanted to as well, then Pans said she wanted to study them, and finally Reg was just going to go to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid”

You explain, sniffling at you do, it hurt to say their names

“They left shortly after and I stayed for a few minutes, but I...I got scared up there alone so I followed them” Remus’ grip on you tightened “If…if…”

You catch your breath, tears in your eyes as you remember the sight you found them in. Four looking over a small family of wolfs, all dead on the floor...they never told you what happened, you even tried to help one but they dragged you away

“If I had known what was going to happen I would have forced them to stay...or maybe never left” you finish

Peering up at him, he looked sad, maybe even heartbroken at your speech, but he wasn't looking at you, he was looking deep into the room, almost like he was thinking

“Remus” you try gain his attention “Rem” you shift upwards, hands coming to tilt his face towards you before you fall into the space between in arm and chest, beginning to feel a little tired

He looks down at you, propping himself up to look down at you “Yeah?” his hand comes to push a stray hair from your face

Something felt...wrong, like you were running out of time

“I didn’t just come here because I was scared I’m going to die” his eyebrow raises “I wanted to tell you something...in case I never get another chance”

His hand cups your cheek, fingers smoothing the hair by your ear while his thumb caressed your cheek

“Rem you’ve been there for me this past month, comforting me and the time we spend together means everything to me”

Your hand moves over his larger one, a small smile on your face as his eyebrows knit and move upwards, lips parting

“But even before I always admired you from afar…” his eyes widen in surprise “…I just never knew how to approach you" you chew on your lip for a moment "I know it’s dark and twisted, but I’m happy I got to spend this time with you...even if it was these circumstances which brought us together”

You close your eyes, feeling light headed before opening them again, greeted with Remus looking a little…well you couldn’t place the emotion, all you could see with his eyes becoming glassy and watering as you continue, voice slowly getting quieter

“I know you might not feel the same…but I need you to know. I love you” his hand moves on your cheek as yours slips down, his fingers gripping into your hair line a tighter as tears threatened to fall “Rem I feel really tired” 

You feel your breaths becoming shorter, everything fading out but Remus’ heartbroken face…his arms cradling you close to him

“Y/n?” his voice is broken

You give him what you hope is a smile, eyes fuzzy and beginning to flutter closed, only opening with every small shake Remus gives you

“Rem I…” you never finish, eyes so heavy you can't open them, feeling the energy fainting from your body as you lose consciousness

The last thing you felt was your body flush against his before everything fell quiet and you started to feel cold

Then nothing except the faint echo of his voice

“What have I done”

Thank you for reading 💛

A/n: I did have an alternive ending for this which could be considerably darker from Remus' pov so if anyone wants to read that then let me know x