#remus lupin

[evyltalks]

A glimpse before the fall

[my-castles-crumbling]

weight - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 297

“Moons, I have an important question.”

Remus looked up from his book, only half paying attention. Because, since getting together a month ago, Sirius asked ‘important questions’ a lot. Some of them included, but were certainly not limited to:

Would you love me if I were a worm?

Would you love me if I turned into a dog and ate all of your homework?

Would you love me if I lost all my teeth?

Would you love me if I was bald?

And, Remus’s personal favorite, and the one that confused him the most, would you love me if I was never born?

Of course, Remus answered yes to all of these, because he’d known Sirius for almost five years, so he knew how to placate him. 

So he expected this question to be the same.

“Would you still love me if I dressed like a girl sometimes?”

But now, Remus gave his boyfriend his full attention, because the question seemed to hold more weight. 

“Of course I would, baby,” he replied earnestly, looking over and meeting Sirius’s eyes. “Do you…really think I wouldn’t?”

“Dunno,” Sirius mumbled, playing with a loose thread in his blanket. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

Remus chuckled and moved to sit next to him, grabbing his hand. “I think you’re weird. But however you want to dress, I’ll always think you’re stunning. And I’ll never stop loving you. I promise.”

Gray, tear-filled eyes finally met his own, and Remus momentarily was breathless. “I’m still a boy,” Sirius murmured.

“Even if you weren’t,” Remus swore, “I love you for you.”

At this, Sirius smiled a bit. “What if I were a snail?”

Remus froze and let out a long-suffering sigh, then grabbed a nearby pillow and hit Sirius over the head with it.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

PRACTICE MAKES A SURGEON PERFECT.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ R. LUPIN

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you started dating remus, you’ve learned that he’s full of little surprises. but nothing prepares you for the moment he asks to practice braiding your hair—only to find out the real reason why, and suddenly, you’re falling in love with him all over again

WARNINGS ಇ. fluff, so much softness it might make your heart ache, remus being the most gentle and loving man ever, you falling hopelessly in love A/N ಇ. fell in love with remus all over again ‹𝟹

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The evening is slow, the kind that stretches between the golden lamplight and the hush of a world at rest. You’re curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes keep flickering toward the man beside you.

Remus is quiet, fresh from a shower, his hair still slightly damp, his body dressed in the soft familiarity of an old sweater and sweatpants. There’s something so comforting about him like this, settled and warm, but there’s also a hesitance to him tonight, a pause in the way his fingers tap absently against his knee.

Then, a breath. A clearing of his throat.

“Can I practice something?”

Your brow lifts. “That depends,” you say, closing your book slightly. “What are you practicing?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “Braiding.”

The answer catches you off guard, but not unpleasantly so. “My hair?”

He nods. “If you don’t mind.”

It’s such a simple request, but the thought of his hands in your hair, of him sitting here with you, so quiet and careful, makes something tender unfurl in your chest.

You shift slightly, gathering your hair over one shoulder before glancing up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Go ahead, doctor.”

The couch dips as he moves closer. Then, the first touch—his fingers threading through your hair, warm and steady. He’s careful, dividing the strands with an almost reverent gentleness, and yet there’s something sure about the way he handles you, like he’s done this before.

His breath is soft against your shoulder, his touch delicate, and you let your eyes drift shut for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into the warmth of it.

“That’s cute,” you murmur.

He hums in acknowledgment. “What is?”

“That you’re practicing.” A smile tugs at your lips. “Is it for our future daughter?”

There’s the slightest pause, his fingers hesitating before continuing their careful work.

“No,” he says simply.

Your brow furrows, curiosity blooming. “No?”

His fingers tighten slightly around the strands, barely noticeable. “Not exactly.”

You grin. “Oh, is it for other girls, then?” The question is meant to be teasing, lighthearted, but the moment it leaves your mouth, you feel the way he stills, just for a second.

“Of course not.” His voice is steady, but there’s something in it—something firm, like the idea itself is absurd.

You blink, tilting your head slightly. “Then who—”

“It’s for my patients.”

The world stills.

You shift slightly, trying to see his face. “What?”

He doesn’t stop braiding, fingers moving with quiet precision. “The little girls before their surgeries,” he explains. “They can’t go into the OR with loose hair—it has to be tied back. But some of them don’t know how, or their parents aren’t there to do it for them.” He pauses. “So I do it.”

And just like that, your heart aches.

You can see it now. Small girls, nervous in their hospital gowns, sitting on the edge of their beds with their hands clasped tightly in their laps. And then there’s Remus—soft-spoken, gentle, kneeling in front of them, carefully weaving their hair into neat braids before surgery. Talking to them in that quiet, steady way of his, making sure they feel safe.

“Remus.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

He ties off the braid at the end of your hair, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a lingering touch.

“It helps,” he says simply. “Gives them something familiar. Makes things a little less scary.”

Something inside you shatters—not in a painful way, but in a way that makes it hard to breathe, hard to hold the sheer depth of your love for him inside your chest.

Without thinking, you turn, shifting onto your knees to face him fully. He looks at you, confused at first, but there’s a quiet patience in his expression, a willingness to let you feel whatever this is.

Your hands lift before you even realize it, fingers brushing along the sharp edge of his jaw, tracing the warmth of him, memorizing the way he feels beneath your touch.

“You are unbelievable,” you whisper, voice thick.

His lips twitch slightly. “Am I?”

You nod, your fingers curling lightly at the nape of his neck. “You sit there and tell me something like that, like it’s nothing, like it’s just some casual part of your day—” You pause, shaking your head. “And you don’t even realize—”

He exhales a quiet laugh, tilting his head slightly. “Realize what?”

“That I love you,” you say simply, honestly, achingly.

A breath. Just a small, quiet moment before his eyes soften completely, something tender and endless settling into them.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at you, really looks at you, and then his hand lifts, fingers ghosting along your cheek, the side of your neck, your shoulder—like he’s committing you to memory.

And then, slowly, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in the kind of kiss that says everything.

It’s slow, gentle, something deep and unshakable, something that lingers. He kisses you like he’s trying to make sure you understand, like he’s trying to return every ounce of feeling you’ve just given him.

When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, smiling.

“In the most absurdly sweet way possible.”

He huffs a small laugh, eyes crinkling. “It’s just braiding.”

“No, Remus,” you say, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb tracing along his cheek. “It’s you being the best damn person I know.”

His expression softens, something warm and unspoken flickering in his gaze.

And when he kisses you again, it feels like home.

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[wheretheinferigo]

“silver has always been a werewolf’s biggest weakness” says remus lupin while talking about sirius black’s eyes

[supinaworld]

sirius orion black,,,,,

i wonder whos hand that might be

[flowersfillyourheart]

stop being pussies and let moonwater fuck & talk abt books afterwards

[outromoony]

Some people say “Not everything is about Wolfstar.” They’re wrong. Everything is about Wolfstar. Even things that aren’t. Especially things that aren’t.

[kissofnana]

That's Sirius Black

heard shuffling noises at 1 AM. turned on my camera. saw this. still not convinced this is a dog

[my-castles-crumbling]

smooth - march 21 - black brothers - wolfstar - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 209

“Reg!”

Regulus looked up from the book he was quite enjoying as he laid out on the grounds, only to see his brother blocking his sun.

“Sirius,” he sighed. “To what do I owe the displeasure?”

“So sweet,” Sirius grinned, sitting down next to him even as Regulus grimaced. “I came to say hi. Catch up on your life.”

“Please tell me how you found me so I can make sure it never happened again.”

Ignoring Regulus’s snark, Sirius continued happily. “Anything fun happening over in Snakesville? Any gossip? Drama? Love interests?”

But, not wanting to go down that slippery path with his brother, Regulus decided it was time to take the offense. “What about you?” he asked, sitting up and eyeing the Gryffindor. “How’s things with Lupin? Admitted you’re crazy over him yet?”

Instantly, Sirius turned a color close to purple. “What? I-I’m not-I-how could-” And then he tried to jump to his feet, but tripped over his clunky boots, nearly falling on his face.

“Smooth. Don’t worry, Lupin didn’t see,” Regulus smirked.

“I have to go,” was Sirius’s only reply as he quickly walked off. Regulus chuckled as he sighed. Thank Merlin. He was not ready to talk about his own curly-haired Gryffindor love interest with Sirius.

[not-rab]

jegulus exes to lovers famous singer au where no one fully knows they dated or not but a couple of their songs seem awfully similar… almost as if they’re writing them to each other?

then one of the songs wins a grammy and the winner just confess their love in their acceptance speech

[suzieloveships]

"I loved your father like a brother and in another, kinder, world you and I would have been a family" is up there among the saddest relationship trope

[glitchedmoon5]

kid remus always pretending that he can't talk in the park until one day he meets sirius who just doesn't go away

[duckpotage]

They make me so soft 🥺

[secretboggy]

sirius: go. bond.

remus: over what?

regulus: we have nothing in common

sirius: you both make spreadhseets in your free time. willingly. go bond over being nerds

remus:

reg:

reg: you wanna see my sheet rating all the different bottled/tap waters I've had

remus: of course

[siriuslyyoverit]

just occurred to me that sirius black was an eldest child in a friend group of ONLY CHILDREN?? what a poor poor soul