#remadora hug

[oswinthegeek]

Want some chocolate? 🍫

[in-love-with-remus-lupin]

Headcanon of the day: Sirius teased Remus by calling Tonks his (Remus’s) wife before they were even dating.

It was torture to Remus, he loved Sirius dearly, but he never understood the struggles that came with being a werewolf, falling in love and having to deny it for instance...he never had the luxury of dreaming of a family, no matter how much he wanted it.

And now that he started to harbour feelings for Nymphadora, it was harder then ever to keep that in check, his mind was always too eager to wonder how a normal life with her would have been like, if he wasn't a bloodthirsty monster...and hearing her being referred to as his wife is another reminder the he can't have it, have her..it can't happen, he won't let it happen....she deserved far FAR better then a poor, broken old werewolf, and Sirius needs to see that

P.S : I know it was supposed to be a cute... @im-the-letter-t I can't apologize enough for ruining your headcanon

🔥😩😫😣😖🔥

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

you're creating a huge collection of remadora fanfics, it's very good what you do for the fandom. I also love your commitment to your fics, a lot of people start writing but never finish but you have a whole schedule, I love that

oh my gosh, anon, you're so sweet. this made me smile so much.

I know that some of my fics update more slowly (A Changing Pack) and I've had to cut back on Cariad, too, with my dissertation writing taking up a lot of my time, but I will finish these stories, even if the schedule gets wonky.

I love Remadora so much. While I write for other ships or characters every now and then, I keep coming back to them for more.

Thank you for this message, it made my day!!

[seriouslysam8]

A Little Ramble - Probably a Rant

I feel the need to say something for a very small percentage of people. Because most of my readers and reviewers are wonderful and I love them so much and I want to give you big, big, big hugs. You guys are amazing and you're the reason I can update consistently.

I get there are people upset with the way I write Hermione out of stories and how I cast her into the background. If you love Hermione, then my stories are not for you. She will never be a main character or even a side character. I will never write her POV. If that upsets you, there is an x in the corner. Utilize it.

I'll only talk about Brumous. This story is really a story about Harry and Sirius. It's about them finding the family they desperately needed for the past fourteen years. It's about Sirius learning to overcome his demons and step up as the godfather he was always supposed to be. It's about Harry learning to rely and accept help from others and learn what a family truly is. The main relationship, the main characters in this story are really Harry and Sirius.

This is not a story about Hermione. This isn't really even a story about Hinny or Remadora or Ron or anybody else. Yes, Hinny and Remadora are the main pairings in this story but Ginny and Remus are really the side POVs in this story. They do not always have a POV every chapter they do not drive the main plot forward, nor are they the center of it. That belongs to Harry and Sirius.

There is really no reason Hermione needs to be in the story. She holds no value, to be quite honest, as she doesn't have a purpose in this story like she does in the books. I'm not writing a character for the sake of writing them, especially when I dislike the character. I don't bash her, I don't make her look bad, I just push her into the background because she's not important to the storyline.

There are plenty of stories where Hermione is a main character, where she gets a POV, where she saves the day with her Mary Sue intellect. That's GREAT! I'm glad there's a bunch of stories people can read about what they like. But there also needs to be stories for people who don't want to read about her. THAT'S GREAT TOO.

The beauty of fandom is that we can find stories for whatever we want. Hinny, Remadora, Jily, Drarry, Wolfstar, Dramoine, Romione, Panville, the list goes on and on and on! There's so many stories that have a wide variety of main characters too! You want to read about Harry: yep, there's that! You want to read about Remus: oh, yeah, there's a bunch of those too. You want Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Neville, James, Lily, Sirius, whoever the fuck you want, YEP THERE ARE THOSE STORIES OUT THERE. HP is a massive fandom with so many talented authors and art and just people in general. You can legit find whatever you want to read. If you don't, you write it yourself!

You want to know what I want to read but couldn't really find so I started to write myself? A story where Sirius lives and he's like a dad to Harry. A story where Hinny had more time together before shit hit the fan. A story where Harry and Ron have an amazing bromance. A story where Harry dealt with his childhood trauma and started trusting adults around him to help him. Finally, a story where Hermione wasn't the focal point and always solving all the issues.

So, please, don't call me disrespectful for pushing Hermione in the background. Don't tell me I ignore Ginny's faults while highlighting Hermione's. Don't tell me that you're disappointed in my writing because Hermione isn't a focal point. Because at the end of the day, this is my story. This is what I want to write. I'm not pandering to what you want. Just because you're disappointed in me or whatever doesn't mean I'm going to change my entire story to make you happy. Because I won't. I don't care. I especially don't care if you're some anonymous person leaving a review since I'm just going to delete your review and move on. Yes, I do delete guest reviews that annoy me. Yes, I block people on Tumblr who want to hound me on my stance with Hermione. I do it because I can and I want to and that's my choice in order to make the fandom experience I want to have.

So, while you're annoyed with my representation of Hermione in MY stories, I'm equally annoyed with you when you can't just let me write MY STORIES the way I want to. I write for free. You want me to write Hermione in some great positive light, then fucking pay me. Otherwise, just leave me alone. Nobody is forcing you to read my stories.

At the end of the day, people can read and write what they want to. If you don't like my opinions on my Tumblr, block me. I'm fine with that. If you don't like the way I portray characters, don't read my stories. I'm okay with that. I found my little niche and I'm happy. I make it very clear what I like and don't like so you know exactly what to expect in stories from me. So, find your niche and the authors who write exactly what you like and be happy.

I am tired of people constantly trying to convince me Hermione is a great character (save your breath because you won't change my mind) or people being rude and telling me my opinion about her is wrong (it's not since we're all allowed to have opinions because they're OPINIONS and not FACTS) or people calling me a Hermione basher (I'm not bashing anyone in my stories - except maybe, maybe Snape a teeny tiny bit but he's a fucking cockwombling asshole and I will not apologize for that. I cannot stop from constantly portraying him in a negative light. Okay, I'm guilty of that.) I'm really tired of answering asks about Hermione or having to explain my reasoning on why I don't like her. I just don't, okay? There's nothing wrong with that. People can like whoever they want to. I shouldn't have to constantly justify my opinion.

I dislike Wolfstar because I don't think it makes sense with canon and I hate the fandom versions of their characters. I do not read Wolfstar stories, I do not follow Wolfstar blogs, I do not bother people who love Wolfstar. They can read and love whatever they like. Good for you! That's amazing. I'll never argue with you about Wolfstar. Because that's your opinion and what you like.

So, I guess what I'm saying is, you don't need to read my stories or follow my Tumblr or bother me if my stance on Hermione bothers you that much. In words of Elsa, let it go!

I've ranted enough but it's just been something that's bothering me for awhile and I'm tired of deleting reviews, asks, or blocking tumblrs.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[broomsticks]

so @tracingpatternswrites first came on my radar during her wolfstar bingo of trauma, trauma, angst, smut, trauma, angst, trauma and death! and since then Mal has expanded into unhappy remadora and noncon snupin and cesty cesty cest —

lmfao no i’m misrepresenting. not only have i genuinely enjoyed all of that, Mal writes terrific wolfstar fluff, romance, and kidfic too :) AND is such a wonderfully supportive friend and enthusiastic commenter! thank you for being so open about what writing and fandom mean to you, and for gracing us all with so much incredible fic!

love some good missing moment canon-compliant character insights: Betrayal • 4k, T, POA-era remus Needs A Hug.

& Pieces • 3k, M, halloween 1981 from various perspectives! that very last one -- truly truly truly i am so gutted. you DO know how to twist the KNIFE!

speaking of knife twists: As The Tide Pulls • 24k, E. mhmm yes i will take 20k of UHEA drarry please and thank u. every single (awful) emotional beat here was just NAILED.

what even is this universe? and how is it SO GOOD? Little Lion • 35k, E • alternative sorting au jegulus and prongsfoot and j/s/r

more utter madness that WORKS: Descent • 22k, E. came-back-wrong sirius/draco! the hinted sirius/reg!! WHAT are you boys doing and can you do it more :D

brat x brat tamer is such a FUN wolfstar dynamic. Playing with fire • 7k, E. praise kink, humiliation, dom sirius -- you write them in so many different configurations so compellingly 🤩🤩🤩

OKAY I PROMISED HAPPY: hinny next gen! Christmas lights • 1.6k, G. grandparents wolfstar!!! Snowed In • 1.5k, M.

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

[soloorganaas]

hi!!

i’d love to know about petty oneshot and the prof au please!!<3

hey kat!! ty for your ask, these are some of my fave fics 🥰

prof au is my shorthand for right back where we started from before i'd decided on a name😌 as i have a lot to say about the second fic i'll keep it short - it's a PoA au set in a world where sirius fled with harry to california in october 1981, and raised him there without ever contacting remus again. he comes back to hogwarts at the beginning of harry's third year to keep an eye on him seeing as people keep trying to kill him and dumbledore's doing fuck all about it teach law and ethics and low and behold.... who is also teaching at hogwarts this year....

petty oneshot is a fic @impishtubist bullied me into writing a while ago which i started writing then Life happened and i stopped writing for like a month and didn't finish it. but its a combo of petty anti-remadora fun (hence the name), harry learning to be an animagus, and sirius being a super famous ex-convict who constantly embarrasses his godson. its fun and silly and 💕 petty 💕 and i will absolutely finish it at some point

i bring to you (and imp) the humble offering of this snippet:

“Britain’s sexiest bachelor,” Remus said in a deeply amused voice, glancing up from the newspaper to raise an eyebrow at Sirius.

He smirked, digging out another segment of the grapefruit in front of him.

“What can I say Moony? It’s my rebellious, ex-convict charm. The public are enamoured.”

“Apparently so.”

They held each other's gazes for a moment, a crackle of electricity passing between them.

“I suppose you’re quite in demand,” Remus said mildly and glanced away to sip his tea. “As you’re such an eligible bachelor.”

Sirius’s lips quirked with a dangerous smile at the undercurrent in Remus’s voice. He cocked his head, surveying him with interest.

“Perhaps you want to stake your claim.”

Remus’s eyes held a mischievous sparkle. “I’m not too concerned.”

Heavy footsteps sounded from across the cottage and they looked up to see Harry appearing at the bottom of the stairs, hair somehow even more of a mess than usual and shrugging a satchel up onto his shoulder.

“You ready?” he asked them, walking over to the kitchen neatly marked off from the rest of the room by a tall, slightly splintered beam and the scrubbed wooden table where Sirius and Remus were currently sat.

“Just finishing breakfast,” Sirius told him, wrestling with another segment of grapefruit.

Harry tugged the satchel up his shoulder again, full of nervous energy.

“The shops won’t run out of ingredients, don’t worry,” Sirius reassured him.

“Here, Harry. Look at this,” Remus said, picking up the Prophet and handing it over. “Sirius is gracing the front cover again.”

Harry let out a moan of despair. “Oh my god,” he said, burying his face in his hand. Sirius grinned.

“Hey, you should be proud! Famous godfather.”

“Yeah, but famous like this!”

Remus chuckled, finishing his tea and getting up from the table. “Harry has to face the brunt of the public’s obsession with you, remember Pads.”

“This is all anyone’s gonna be talking about at school now,” Harry muttered, dropping the newspaper down on the kitchen counter.

Sirius scoffed. “I doubt that.”

He shot Remus a smile as he reached over to grab their plates, brushing his thigh affectionately as Remus moved back towards the sink.

“They’re all fucking in love with you!”

Remus chuckled as he passed Harry. “I sympathise, Harry. He was like this at school too.”

“Oi! It’s not like I was encouraging it – I was bloody obsessed with you for most of it!”

“I’m offended at the idea you’re not now.”

“Can we please get going,” Harry said, closing his eyes for a moment in embarrassment.

Sirius clapped his hands in excitement, jumping up from the table. “Today’s the day, Prongslet! Beginning of a beautiful journey.”

Harry grinned, leaning into his half-hug as Sirius headed over to the small hallway to grab his cloak.

“Hopefully a much shorter one than Sirius and your father’s,” Remus mused, tugging on his shoes.

“He’ll be an animagus in no time,” Sirius said confidently. “I’m passing on my expertise.”

Harry went to wait outside, almost bouncing on his toes with excitement, and Sirius paused to slide an arm around Remus’s waist and lean into his ear.

“I’m still obsessed with you now,” he told him in a low voice.

Remus hummed happily. “See… I said I had nothing to be concerned about.”

[moonysdora]

Just Remadora things:

Long walks in the woods near their house

Late night broom flights

Hugs hugs hugs

Moments of comfortable silence

Eyes meeting as soon as one enters the room

Forehead and temple kisses

Holding hands

Working together in the Order

Drunken conversations

Cooking together

Running in the woods

Admiring nature

Listening to music and then slow dancing to it

Hesitant touching (as in fingers brushing against each other, hesitation about the first kiss, you get it)

Eyes meeting when laughing

Looking at the sky at night

Leaning forheads against each other

Looking at each other with teary eyes (during biger arguments, hbp and dh mainly)

Soft smiles and blushing while looking at each other

Playing games with Teddy

Healing and fixing each other's injuries

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

I was inspired by @incalculablepower to create a rec list of some of my favourite fics I've read this month. This is by no means an exhaustive list, just a snapshot of some of the fantastic works we get to enjoy in this fandom.

Watercolour Bloom | @hinnyfied | Albus Potter/OC | Rated T Starting off 2k23 with #Scorbusbeef is spoiling me for Albus Potter fics. Al here reminds me so much of myself in my final year of school and I just want to make him a cuppa and wrap him in a blanket. Al's relationships, romantic and platonic, are written so well and I can't wait to see where it goes.

All The Pieces Fall | @lanaturnergetup | Scorbus | Rated M The other half of #scorbusfest2k23. Poor Al here makes me want to give him a hug too! The Potter siblings dynamics here are just *chef's kiss* and the yearning between these two boys is top shelf!

Visit | @turanga4 | Gen | Rated T I am in awe of Turanga and consider myself extremely lucky that I occasionally get to beta for her. This fic from McGonagall's POV is set at the end of GOF, in the Hospital Wing. It absolutely nails McGonagall's characterisation and is such a lovely insight into her feelings for Harry.

Kiss Each Other Clean | RonsGirlFriday | Romione | Rated T I am extremely late in discovering @constitutionalweasleymonarchy's (RonsGirlFriday on AO3) fics, but it's safe to say I'm obsessed. I struggled with picking just one to put on this list but today, this is it. Ron and Hermione comforting each other after the battle, so exhausted and wrung out but on the precipice of a relationship. It's beautifully written and I recommend all of her fics.

Fumes That Curled and Twisted | @uncertainwallflower | Jily | Rated G This Jily microfic might not have many words but it uses them brilliantly. A tiny look into Lily's mind when she can smell Amortentia.

Stars in His Eyes | @celestemagnoliathewriter | Blackbolt | Rated T January 2023 was the month I discovered Sirius/Kingsley and I am hooked. Celeste asks the question 'why did Kingsley have so many pictures of Sirius?' and gives us an extremely satisfying answer (followed by a devastating sequel), with a lovely side of Remadora.

Plus a rec list from January 2023 wouldn't be complete without all of the wonderful fics written for @harrypocter's Winter Sun Drabble Fest.

It's a short on this month because I literally only decided to do this tonight and had to comb back through my AO3 history. I'm going to aim to keep this up every month so hopefully February's list will be a bit longer!

[unreal-maskara]

On the fifth New Year, Teddy received from his parents a large gray cat, which was slightly taller than him. Dora, in addition to a lot of love and New Year's tenderness, gave Remus a large selection of chocolate and tea. And Remus gives her, in addition to tight hugs and tender kisses, a curse detector and a new fire-resistant robe.

{Au where Remadora is alive and Teddy grows up happily with his parents}

{ Sorry, English is not my native language. I use a translator, because it is likely that more people will see my text in English. If you correct anything, I will be grateful }

[messrmoonyy]

The way Remus slightly drops his face into Doras neck when they hug is just so personal to me

[startanewdream]

A Figment of Your Imagination

Summary:  After fighting with Lupin in Grimmauld Place, Harry wondered if his father would have approved what he had said to Lupin. Fortunately, James comes to give Remus his piece of mind. Set during Deathly Hallows.

Read on AO3 or below:

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There was a time Remus thought he’d always fear the night the most, especially a full moon night. That was in those dark years, when his friends were dead, and he believed the only one alive was a traitor.

Now, however, when he looks at the sunset, at all those vibrant colours in the horizon, he knows that this is the time of day he fears the most. That hurts the most.

Remus averts his eyes, waiting for the sun to finally set; he prefers the stars, the dark sky, when the colour is safe. He is not proud of himself, but he knows, as Harry’s voice still ringing in his ears doesn’t let him forget, he is a coward.

After a few minutes he looks up, but the sky has not changed. All those vibrant colours are still there, orange and pink and purple and blue and if he closes his eyes he can still remember that last day of their honeymoon, when he and Dora had spent their last peaceful moment together side by side on that cliff in Scotland, watching the sunset, and he thought everything was perfect in that moment. He can still remember the warmth of her body pressed against his, her scent, their happiness, and the way her hair kept changing colours to match the colours of the sky.

But Remus does not close his eyes, fear and shame and longing bursting in his chest. Still, as time passes, the sky does not change.

‘Weird, huh?’, asks a voice besides him and, when he turns, he is surprised to see Harry – shouldn’t he be on Grimmauld Place? It is dangerous for him to be out –

But it’s not really Harry, even though he sounds the same and most of the details are like a carbon-copy. No, the person besides him has hazel eyes, looks slightly older than seventeen-years-old Harry and has a carefreeness that Harry never had – the same one Remus always envied on him, always wanted to duplicate.

‘Ideal conditions for flying, wouldn’t you say?’, James says brightly, ignoring the fact that he has been dead for the last sixteen years.

‘James’, Remus says shortly, and James turns to him with the same easy smile he gave Remus all those years ago, when they first became friends.

‘Remus’, he says, in the same voice.

For a moment Remus pauses, trying to understand what’s happening. Then Remus looks from the sky, still unchanging, to the very corporeal James Potter, who waits with more patience than Remus remembers of him ever having when alive.

‘I am dreaming’, he realizes.

‘Or maybe the madness within is finally becoming apparent’, James suggests grinning.

‘No, I’ve been mad for a while. But you are not really – I mean –‘

‘I am just a figment of your imagination’, James says playfully.

‘I think this is the first time I’ve dreamed of you – of something that is not a memory, at least’.

‘And why is that, now?’

‘I don’t know’.

‘I think you do, Moony’, James says gently, and Remus remembers of him as Head Boy, when he was helping a younger student to find a path to the classroom, how he seemed so mature back then. ‘You were always the clever one’.

Remus disagrees. James and Sirius had been the brightest in their year, best in almost every class, loved by the professors. Remus only studied a lot, trying to prove to himself – and to everyone – that he could be a good student, that he could earn Dumbledore’s trust in him.

Remus had always worked in earning the trust and love people had given him, even though he always felt there was not enough work that he could do to repay the friends he had.

‘You never needed, you know’, James adds. ‘To prove yourself. We were glad to be your friend as much as we were glad that you were our friend. You were worthy, always has been’.

‘You sound like Harry’, Remus says, and now there is a Golden Snitch flying in the air, that James catches easily as his son could. ‘Or maybe he sounds like you’.

‘I think he sounds like Lily’, James ponders. ‘I wasn’t nearly as thoughtful as Harry is’.

‘You would be proud of him’.

‘Oh, I am’, James says, eyes glinting. ‘I think parents are always proud of their son, no matter what’.

It is like a hand suddenly gripes Remus’ heart and he lowers his eyes. They are finally approaching the reason he is dreaming of James Potter and he doesn’t know how to react. Harry’s words ring in his ear more forcefully than before.

‘Her child is better without me’, Remus whispers.

‘Yours’, James scolds him lightly. ‘I am pretty sure it was not an immaculate conception’.

Even through the shame, Remus can’t help but smile.

‘That was what Lily said’, he remembers. ‘When you told us she was having a child’.

‘“It’s our child, James, it wasn’t an immaculate conception”’, James quotes, and there is a warmth on his voice. ‘She liked to remind me of that when Harry was crying in the middle of the night. “It’s your fault too, James”, she would say, but I never really complained. I liked to watch him sleep. It was peaceful’. James pauses, and Remus feels his eyes on him, but he doesn’t turn. ‘Even with everything that happened, I was happy’.

‘No’, Remus interrupts him. ‘It is not the same, our situations are –‘

‘My son was hunted even before he was born’, James countered.

‘But that was not your fault, was it?’

James sighs.

‘I don’t know. When we were locked on Godric’s Hollow, when everything was just too much, I’d thought that maybe I should’ve done things differently. Maybe I should not have fought so hard in the war, not join the Order, not married Lily’.

Remus blinks and turns around to look at James. There is a sad expression on his face that Remus has seen only on a few occasions.

‘No. That would not be you. You were too much honourable and brave –‘

‘I was reckless’, James notes. ‘I admired your self-control sometimes, you know? You were the only one of us that could really think before you did anything’.

‘I admired how you could jump in front of any danger’, Remus says bewilderedly. ‘I was always trying to be just like you and Sirius’.

‘You never needed to be like us. We may have influenced you a bit, give you the final push, but you were brave and bold too’.

‘My worst decisions were of when I was careless’, Remus whispers. ‘Letting you become animagus, not explaining my missions for the Order – that’s why you lost your faith in me, wasn’t it? -, and now, what I’ve done with –‘

‘You should have told us about your missions’, James says, interrupting him. ‘But other than that, every time you let your heart decide, more than any fear, you were happy’.

‘It was dangerous –‘

‘Life is dangerous. But living is the only way we can reach happiness also’. James takes a deep breath and looks at Remus with an expression that is the same as the one Harry had in their last meeting. Disappointment. ‘What are you doing, Remus?’

‘The only thing I can do’, Remus whispers. ‘I am only a risk for them –‘

‘You are at war, everything is unsafe.

‘You cannot understand –‘

‘Can’t I?’, James looks annoyed. ‘Lily was muggleborn, should have I kept her away from Harry?’

‘No, of course not –‘

‘Or maybe I should have joined the Death Eaters?’

‘No, that’s not what –‘

‘All those things would not have helped. The only thing I’d have achieved was giving Harry a reason to be ashamed of me’. James pauses and looks at the Golden Snitch in his hand. ‘I wasn’t a perfect man, but I tried to become the best man I could be. The man who my friends, my wife, my parents, thought I could be. If things were differently, if we had – I mean, I don’t know if I would have been a good father to Harry, but you can be damn sure he would have known he was loved every day’.

‘Harry knows. Your love for him is his Patronus, did you know?’

James smiles for a moment, then sighs.

‘And why are you forbidding your son of knowing this kind of feeling? Doesn’t he deserve your love?’

Remus raises his eyebrows, suddenly angry.

‘Of course he deserves to be loved. That’s why I am –‘

‘That’s why you are leaving your pregnant wife to her own? To bear your child and raise him on her own?’

‘I am thinking in the best for her – for them –‘.

‘No, you are thinking about yourself’, James says quietly. ‘In your guilt – and the worst part is that you feel guilty of being happy, you are scared of feeling loved’. When Remus tries to disagree, James shakes his head. ‘ “Happier than you have been all your life”, that’s how you felt when you found out she was in love with you, wasn’t it?’

‘How do you –‘

James pointed to himself.

‘Figment of your imagination, remember? I know what you know, and I know that you love Tonks.  I know that you were happy with us, Remus, but it was not the same as when you were with Tonks. I understand it. Being a Marauder, our nights of full moon, your friendship, all of this meant the world for me. But my love for Lily, my feelings for her, for the family we were creating – it is different’. He looks over the horizon. ‘I know that you can’t see the sunset ever since you left her because it makes you miss her so much that you don’t think you will survive not going back to her and plead for her to accept you back’.

‘She won’t’, Remus says unhappily. ‘She told me if I left her, I should not get back’.

‘I am not saying it will be easy’, James ponders. ‘But then again, when is life easy?’

‘She doesn’t want me anymore’.

‘I’m not in her mind, so I don’t know what she feels, but this is what I do know: that woman is one of the bravest person I’ve ever seen and she is generous and good and I really believe she loves you truly. But you broke her trust and that’s what you will need to repair, if you decide to. But if things doesn’t turn this way… She would not let you out of the life of your child, but you must decide, Remus. Whether you are in, or you are out, you can’t be in doubt forever’.

‘I –‘, Remus falters, but he knows what he’s been feeling for the last days. ‘I want so much to be in their lives that I – it is so selfish – but I love them, James, I really do. I’ve been in love with Dora for so long now that it feels like I’ve loved her all my life; I don’t remember how it was not being in love with her, not listening to her laugh, not feeling like her smile can lit up any room. And our child – it makes me terrified – how can I love so much someone I’ve never met before –‘

‘It is because you are his father’, James says gently. ‘But your child will never know he is loved by you unless you are there for him, for as long as you can. Dora won’t know also unless you are there to tell her, every day of your life’.

And then James looks at the horizon, giving time for Remus to take a deep breath and to dry his eyes.

‘When did you become so smart?’, he asks, with a brave smile. James laughs.

‘I told you, I am just in your mind. That means you already know all these things I’m telling you’.

‘Some of it was Harry’s advice’.

‘Harry knows how is like to grow up missing your father’. James sighs. ‘He is anxious for arguing with you, you know. Worried if I would approve what he said to you’.

‘He was harsh’, Remus says. ‘But he was right’.

‘Tell him that when you can. And if you remember when you wake up – tell Harry I agree with him. Parents shouldn’t leave their kids unless they have to’.

Remus nods.

‘He is the best parts of you and Lily’.

‘He is’, James agrees brightly. ‘Same as Teddy will be of you and Tonks’.

‘Teddy?’

‘Ops’, James looks guilty and rises, just as the sky suddenly changes colours. ‘Our time is up. I think you will be waking up in a few minutes’.

‘Oh’, Remus feels the sadness creeping over him, the same longing he felt on the last sixteen years when he thinks of James Potter. ‘Thank you, Prongs’,

‘Anytime, Moony. It is nice to be the one giving you sense for once’.

Remus smiles, remembering of being accused, a lifetime ago, of being the only reasonable person in their group. As the sun sets, and James starts fading with the light, a thought comes to Remus’ mind suddenly.

‘James – you told me how Harry is feeling. If you are in my mind, just a figment of my imagination, how can you know –‘

The grin in James’ face is the same one he had during their pranks in school, the same one he gave Remus when he first informed him they would become animagus for him.

‘A Marauder never tells, Moony’.

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If you enjoyed it, I have also another story set in this “Dreamverse” called Chasing Dreams, featuring James and Ginny having a father/daughter-in-law moment :)

[ghost-li-yn]

A Remus centered oneshot ;)

[in-love-with-remus-lupin]

This is a tumblr hug, or a tumblr high five, or a tumblr sitting in the same room together, pass it on to your ten favorite followers or mutuals <3

Aww, thanks mate...this reminds of old days when we sent these to everyone in our small Remadora community....big hug to you 🤗

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

🍽️ idk i mean i'll definitely ready anything you write, but I think they don't usually get enough dinner dates in fics because of everything going on in their lives huhu

guess what @ebonyrivers it only took me a year and a half but I did it and I hope you enjoy it/it was moderately worth the wait?

in reference to this ask game, and in conjunction with @remadoramicrofics day 3: curry. Read the snippet below and continue reading on ao3 as this turned into more than a microfic at almost 1.9k words oops ;)

Remadora, 🍽️ Dinner date

Curry & Biscuits

Short, pink hair. Smoky eyes. A bold, fuchsia lipstick.

Tonks looked at her reflection for what she knew was an embarrassingly long time, but she wanted her appearance to be perfect. Remus had agreed to one measly dinner with her (he refused to call it a date), so she would make the most of it. Her lips were slightly fuller, her top, low-cut enough to show off what she naturally had, but not so low that it would appear indecent. She turned to her side and inspected the way her shirt hugged her curves. After quick observation, she’d determined that Remus was definitely a boob man, and she’d use what she had to have her way with him.

When her clock chimed, she took off at a brisk walk to their meeting place. Tonks insisted on a cozy restaurant near her flat; she didn’t want any excuse to come between them should the date go well enough that he’d come home with her.

The minutes dragged by. For a second, she thought he wouldn’t come, but then his long, lanky silhouette appeared in the alleyway across the street.

Remus’s hair was shorter. He’d shaved, his trousers were pressed, and he’d worn the newest jumper he had, a gift from Molly. Tonks’s stomach flipped violently when she saw him approach. He had his hands in his pockets and an apprehensive look on his face, but his eyes lit up and his lips twitched upwards upon seeing her.

“Hi,” Tonks breathed. “You came.”

“Hello,” Remus murmured. “I’m here.” His eyes traveled down to her chest for the shortest moment. He flushed and Tonks grinned, her confidence rising with her sartorial choices.

“C’mon, Remus—”

continue reading on ao3

[seriouslysam8]

Hey Sam, in Brumous does Molly have any reservations with her children living in the same household as Harry who’s being possessed by Voldemort? Does she have reservations about Ron and Harry’s friendship? Or realizing Harry and Ginny have feelings for one another and it could dangerous for her to get involved with him (especially after what she went through with the diary and Voldemort recognizing her)? I know she loves Harry but wouldn’t every mother want to protect her own children before someone else’s?

This is long. I started to ramble because this is so fucking personal to me and I’m going to explain this the best way I can.

Family is complicated.

Connections and bonds are just as powerful (or in some cases more powerful) than blood.

Molly is very family-oriented. She loves her children more than anything in the entire world. They are quite literally her entire life because she never had a job nor does she have many friends before the Order. We see her always talking to Tonks in canon and meddling with Remadora, so one can assume she was amazingly close with Tonks out of everyone. She lost both of her siblings in the war. We know nothing about her parents so I gave those two a backstory as well for the AU but we can assume they’re not in the picture for one reason or another.

But another thing we know about Molly is that she is willing and happy to accept people into her house and treat them like family. Harry and Hermione being the big two. She welcomed Tonks and Remus into her home for Christmas. She moved her entire family into Grimmauld Place (and it couldn’t have just been for protection reasons because they were right at the Burrow the following years) but I think because she genuinely wanted to be with Harry and knew Harry, if he was leaving the Dursleys, would go with Sirius. I think she knew Sirius needed a bit of guidance and a calming presence. While they fought over Harry in the book, there had to have been respect and friendship there. She trusted Sirius to watch her kids when Arthur was attacked and Sirius did it without even batting an eye. I like to think, though we didn’t see it, there was some mutual respect and friendship between those two during OOTP. Because Molly collects strays and cares for them. Sirius is one of the biggest strays to ever exist.

Molly counts Harry as family. She saw this abused and scared eleven year old alone at King’s Cross. Ron must have written to tell her all about Harry and she knitted him a jumper for Christmas to make sure he had a gift - a gift that she always makes for her family. She allowed him into her home during the summers, giving him a safe haven and making sure he was taken care of. There’s no way she didn’t fret all of POA and GOF. I mean… the hug after Voldemort came back… MY HEART.

Look, I didn’t have the best upbringing. I’ve mentioned that before. I have a found family. I have a MIL who treats me like I’m her own kid and is overprotective of me. She’s willing to throw down arms if my egg-donor comes anywhere near me. She is my Molly Weasley. And I love her as though she were my own mother. She showed me how a proper mother should act and I am more grateful for her than I could put into words. She met this anxious and abused girl who was dating her son x amount of years ago and decided I was as much of a daughter to her as her real daughters. She treated me like that since day fucking one. I remember, to this day, the warm hug she gave me the first day I met her. I smile every time she introduces me as her daughter. Not her daughter-in-law but her fucking daughter. I remember her going with me to pick out my wedding dress and seeing her cry. I laugh every time she says she’s out running errands and she’s near my house so if I’m home then she’s fucking on her way and to put on coffee so we can chat. She is the very embodiment of Molly Weasley a person can get.

So no. Molly isn’t worried for Ginny or Ron to be around Harry. She’s ecstatic at the prospect of Hinny to officially have Harry into the family. Though that doesn’t really matter because he’ll always be family. She worries and cares for him like any of her other kids. She has accepted those in Harry’s orbit into her fold. (Even in canon she did this by living at Grimmauld and then having Remus for Christmas during HBP). She saw this abused little boy who is steadily growing into a man she respects and admires. She loves him. She fucking loves him. He is her family.

Bonds and connections… they form family. Blood means fucking nothing. Harry is her family. She loves him. She’s not abandoning him or separating her kids from him because of the dangers. They are at war. They are a part of a vigilante group. They’re all in danger.

Harry is her kid. End of discussion.

[over-the-moon3]

My family and friends : Why do you smile when you look at your phone?

Your love of your life?

*On my phone* :

Me *smiling* : Kind of