#sirius and remus are basically married

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

Marauders quotes as things my friends have said:

Remus: (casually grooving to a song and winking at a particular lyric)

Sirius: (laughing hysterically and pointing at Remus) He just winked!! He winked! His eyes look so amazing! How does he wink like that???

Remus: (does it again)

Sirius: He winked! He looks so pretty when he winks!

Peter: What's so special about winking? I can wink too (winks).

Sirius: (to Remus) How do you wink like that? Peter can't wink at all.

Remus: (does it again and sends Sirius into another fit of confused laughter)

James: (to Sirius) You're never going to survive a relationship.

Sirius: Why?

James: You just fell for him winking.

Remus: (blushes shyly)

[silverameco]

Sirius who very anxiously comes out to a very confused James who thought him and Remus were openly dating for like 3 years, while Sirius didn't even know Remus was gay and Remus himself was convinced James and Sirius were a thing.... anyway they're all idiots (affectionate)

[moonyslunatic]

Last year while watching PoA I had an epiphany. It was during the Shrieking Shack scene. You know the one.

I was like, oh. OH. These two old men are silly little lovey dovey boyfriends. There should be some good fanfic about them on AO3.

Now, listen.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I would find. I watched HP all my childood. I did christmas marathons for years. The dead parents were just... dead parents.

Then wolfstar decided to fucking snatch me by the throat and throw me into the Marauders Vortex, and there is simply no going back.

Black brothers angst? Everyone's gay? Lily Evans has a personality beyond her eyes (and her sacrifice)? James Potter is literally sunshine turned person? Regulus is... a person?

Delicious.

And all it took was a second glance at that slouchy hug between a shabby old man and a greasy insane prisioner, a simple let's kill him together, a quick check on tumblr, and boom! I have ascended to a higher level of existence.

I see now that this was an inevitable outcome. It may come sooner in your HP journey, or later. But it will come.

And when it does, be prepared. These crazy bitches created lore out of literal scraps and it is fucking amazing.

Yes, Joanne, we snatched these babies from your talons and made them better, gayer, and quite literally, ours.

[nettedtangible]

Jegulus Princess Bride AU when?

[raphael-angele]

James: Dad, this is my boyfriend, Regulus. Reggie, this is my dad, Fleamont

Monty: *goes to shake his hand* Monty is just fine

Regulus: *shakes his hand* Nice to finally meet you, sir.

Monty: Wow, look at you. You're much more attractive than those pictures your brother has of you.

James: Dad...

Monty: What a handsome young man you are.

James: Dad!

Monty: *chuckles* Well, I'm gonna go help your mother in the kitchen. Are you staying for supper, Regulus?

Regulus: Uhm...*looks at James*

James: I was about to ask him that.

Regulus: It would be a pleasure, sir.

Monty: I look forward to it. *leaves*

Regulus: *tucks his hair behind his ears and fixes his sleeves*

James: ...what was that?

Regulus: What?

James: You tucked your hair behind your ear and you fixed your sleeves

Regulus: So?

James: ...you only do that when you like someone!

Regulus: What? No, I don't

James: You did it for me, for Crouch, and for Remus! I know that move!

Regulus: You're being ridiculous

James: And my dad?! Are you kidding me?! My dad?

Regulus: Well...you look just like him.

James: Doesn't change the fact that he's my dad. And he's married. Not to mention the fact that he's basically 70

Regulus: And a successful potioneer.

James: Are you serious right now?

Regulus: Wha- Sirius already called dibs?!

James: Oh my Gods!!!

[outromoonyy]

I just love that Wolfstar dynamic where they are basically married and absolutely refuse to acknowledge it.

Like, they live together, and Remus is doing Sirius’s laundry because “you clearly don’t know how to separate colors and I can’t keep looking at pink underwear that used to be white,” and Sirius is like “fine, but I’m making you breakfast all week to repay you,” as if this isn’t the fifth week in a row.

They’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch, legs tangled together, sharing a blanket and a book, both pretending they don’t notice their knees touching like it’s not the most intimate thing either of them has ever experienced.

Sirius wakes Remus up every morning with coffee just the way he likes it but it’s “not a big deal Moons, I was making one anyway.” and Remus carries around two jumpers and two sets of gloves in winter because Sirius always forgets his but that’s “just practicality.”

Remus knows Sirius’s exact tea preferences, preferred sleeping position, and the fact that he gets quiet when he’s overwhelmed. Sirius knows Remus gets headaches when he reads too long and that he pretends not to care when he very much does.

They go to events together. They leave together. If one of them gets invited somewhere without the other, the immediate response is “oh, I’ll check if we’re free that day.”

Remus patches up Sirius’s leather jacket by hand and pretends it’s because he “was already sewing, so might as well.” Sirius knows exactly how Remus likes his eggs, and Remus the way Sirius overwaters plants, but never says anything about it.

And they genuinely think they're just really good friends who happen to share a flat, a dog, grocery bills, and an unspoken rule about not going to bed angry.

[yasministration]

(not) the traditional way - regulus x crouch!reader

summary: sirius discovers through grapevine gossip that his younger brother is engaged to his long term girlfriend after both their parents found out. wc: 1.5k

It was the awkward time period after curfew when the common room was starting to fill up with people again, but was never busy. Prefects were leaving for rounds, turning blind eyes to their classmates, sneaking out of the common room. It was quiet enough to lay comfortably with friends, but too many people were walking by to be able to have private conversations, meant only for friends. Despite that, Peter came rushing through the portrait, tripping over his feet as he made his way over to Sirius.

“Sirius!” He gasped, slumping down on the couch, panting as he quietly repeated. “Sirius! Your brother - you’ll never guess,” Remus straightened up on the armchair, curious on what Peter had to say. The boy always got the best gossip in the castle, his nonchalant nature causing those around him to spill countless details to him. “Spill it, Wormtail.” Sirius demanded with an annoyed tone, but a glimmer of worry flickered in his eyes.

“Regulus is getting married.”

“What!?” Sirius shot up, his back separating from the couch’s cushions. “To-to who?”

Peter grinned, proud to be bringing him his information. “His girlfriend! She-Crouch!”

“He proposed?” The question came from Remus, who rose from the armchair to sit on the floor, shuffling closer to the pair of boys. Peter shook his head. “No. The parents found out they’ve been together, and took advantage of it – got them engaged.”

Sirius sunk back into the couch, staring directly into the fireplace, rethinking everything. He never thought he and Regulus would drift so far from each other that he’d discover his brother’s engagement through grapevine gossip. He felt a hand on his knee, and looked down to meet Remus’s kind gaze. He smiled at the scarred boy, running a hand through his messy curly hair.

And then suddenly, a clatter of things was hear behind him, and he looked back to find James apologising profusely, books laid out on the floor next to him. He picked them up with shaky hands, nearly tossing them onto the table to scramble towards his friends. “Sirius! Sirius!” He all but screamed.

“Yeah, Regulus is getting married, we know.” Sirius sighed, bouncing slightly on the sofa as James jumped over its back rest to land next to him. “Okay, but did Pete tell you how!?” Sirius looked back at Peter, who shrugged his shoulders at him. “What do you mean how?”

“So I was on patrol with these girls from slytherin and ravenclaw. We were put together because basically the ravenclaw’s partner for rounds is sick, so McGonagall made us a three. But anyway, the point is they got talking. And they were talking about how Regulus and y/n got engaged and obviously I was very surprised.”

“Uh huh…”

“And they noticed that I wanted to ask questions, so instead they just started telling me everything! So basically, one of Crouch's friends accidentally slipped it to her parents, who then told her parents."

"Whose parents?"

"Crouch's parents. And so her mother randomly came to Hogwarts to 'check in' on her, and found her and Regulus snogging near the quidditch pitch after he had practice. So then she told your parents-"

"-Who did?"

"Mrs. Crouch. And they had dinner and organised everything behind their backs. Then your parents told Regulus that they’ve agreed with her parents for them to get married. So they told Regulus, like, ‘oh we get it you’re in love, either propose yourself or we do this the traditional way.’”

Sirius barely caught the entire story, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as James elaborated, arms gesturing widely as he struggled to recall the details himself. But Peter, ever the gossip expert, was nodding along. “Don’t tell me he proposed.” Sirius begged, horrified. James nodded excitedly. “He proposed! In the astronomy tower! And their friends were like hiding and watching it all, and apparently she started crying-”

“Crying!?”

“Stop interrupting!” Scolded James, gripping Sirius’s bicep and shaking it. “Sorry.” “No attitude either! So they’ve been engaged like a week and people found out today because apparently she’s wearing a ring and I think tomorrow they’re going to have dinner with their parents as an engagement celebration thing. I don’t really know.”

“Woah. I can’t believe this.” And he really couldn’t. He never took Regulus for a romantic. He never took a Crouch for a romantic. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to imagine Regulus on one knee in the astronomy tower, and you crying as you hugged him, nodding your head, despite knowing your parents had forced this upon you sooner than you wished. He tried imagining your friends hiding away from you, cheering loudly as you pulled Regulus in for a kiss.

Both of you, newly turned adults, so in love yet so old school.

“Shit, I have to congratulate him.” His words made his friends go silent. Remus nodded below him, pressing his chin onto Sirius’s knee. So the next day, he made his trek down to the Slytherin common room, hoping he wouldn’t miss Regulus after he returned from lessons.

Sirius found Barty returning to the common room, furrowing his eyebrows when he didn’t spot Regulus beside him. “Hey, Crouch!” Sirius called, trotting over to your brother. The boy looked him over once, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Black.”

“Have you seen my brother?”

Barty furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head towards the common room. “He should be out soon. He’s going home to see your parents in about half an hour.”

“Oh. Alright. Did he not go to lessons?” Barty smirked at Sirius’s question, teasingly asking “What, worried about your baby brother?”

Sirius scoffed, “No, I’m not - no.” Barty hummed, walking away from Sirius whispering the password to the tall portrait. Barty didn’t manage to enter the common room though, blocked by two figured making their way out.

Regulus wore a tailored suit, his hair sparkly clean as he toyed with his silver cufflinks. He offered his arm to you, and Sirius’s face fell as he saw you. You truly were beautiful, and if he knew you any better, he could have concluded that you were perfect for his younger brother. The sleek, elegant gown wrapped around you was the dark purple of his family’s colour, matching the handkerchief poking from Regulus’s breast pocket. You were smiling at something Barty was saying, clearly pointed towards Regulus.

Regulus’s eyes lifted from your smile, the grin on his face dimming when he made eye contact with Sirius, lingering down the hallway. Sirius lifted his hand up in a hesitant wave, taking a couple of steps closer to Regulus. His younger brother met him halfway down the corridor, your hand still curled around his arm. Clearly, you were hesitant to come with Regulus, not wanting to intrude on their conversation, but Regulus kept you close to him, moving his hand to rest on the small of your back.

“Uh, I heard about the engagement…” Sirius started awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Your eyes widened slightly and you glanced back towards your fiancé, who nodded slowly. “I just wanted to say congratulations.” Regulus’s lips parted in shock, his eyes immediately glazing with a layer of fresh tears. “Oh, thanks.”

“You too Crouch.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, muttering “Don’t get too used to calling me that.” Sirius chuckled, pleasantly surprised by your comment. “Yeah, Walburga will definitely be happy with you.” He added sarcastically, and Regulus sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

“Sirius, don’t even get me started. You thought our parents were hard to please? I was sat in a room with her parents for three hours, and I saw her mother nod at the way I drank water.” Sirius laughed, and you giggled, glancing down at your feet and clasping your hands in front of you. “To be fair, I did warn him.” Sirius grinned, holding a hand out to Regulus, who instantly clasped it in his, pulling his older brother closer to him for a quick hug.

“I’m happy for you.” Sirius mumbled, and you took a step back to give the two brothers momentary privacy. Regulus nodded, eyes abandoning him as a tear streaked down his cheek. Sirius turned his gaze to you out of respect for Regulus as he wiped his tear away. “I like you, Crouch.”

“You’re not half-bad yourself, Black.”

“Name your kid after me, will you?”

“Already made that promise to Barty.”

“Barty if it’s a girl, right?”

“Watch it Black!”

“Oi, what are you, stalking us?” Barty trotted over to the three of you, smiling cheekily. “I was keeping a watchful eye in case he pulled some stunt.” Barty clasped a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “Pull yourself together mate, you have parents to have dinner with.

Your and Regulus’s groans were unanimous. “If they start talking politics or business, I’m leaving and you have to come check in on me, okay?” Your fiancé nodded solemnly.

“So, approximately five minutes in?”

“Uh huh.”

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Marauders and Lightning Era Masterlist

started - 08.13.2024

last updated - 02.12.2025

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HARRY POTTER and CO.

-In The Absence of Goodbye (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - Enemies to Lovers to Strangers to..)

Bartemius Crouch Junior x Fem!reader

Summary: Concept- After being sent back in time to spend a year in the Marauders Era, reader is thrown forward in time and has her memories erased. But was she truly sent home? Aka: Dumbledore underestimates Barty's absolute disregard for order when it comes to his vixen.

-HIATUS We'll Heal Together (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort) 13/? parts Remus Lupin/Sirius Black x Reader

Part 1-9 can be read as a standalone. Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, a godmother in {Y/N} {L/N} Alt Summary: Starts at the end of Chamber of secrets and into the Prisoner of Azkaban with the first chapter, Harry meeting his father's old friends, and starts learning the fate of {Y/N}, who has long since been presumed dead. there seems to be more of a story hidden behind her disappearance, and in turn, her reappearance.

-Good boy, Pads {Mini-Siris}

Summary: Long hours, late nights, and dark alleyways. Good thing you have a guardian angel looking out for you. {Aka: Padfoot protects a muggle reader on her walk home}

-Expectations

Summary: Reminiscing on some romantic encounters, you have come to the conclusion Harry Potter is not someone you'd ever date. HURT/COMFORT

HEADCANNONS

Jealousy, Jealousy

Where the boys get jealous... (Feat. Barty, Regulus, Sirius, Remus, and James)

POLY!SHIPS

-Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader

- Zombie Apocalypse Au

-Loving You is Easy

Summary: Being younger than all your respective partners was never a big deal; until they graduated and you were left behind. As your mental health declined and their lives started without you, a break was needed.

-Lily's Touch {Omegaverse}

Summary: The reader is experiencing her first heat, and nothing matter how hard she tries, she can't get the nest right.

-Jily x Slytherin!Reader

Jily x Slytherin!gnreader Summary: An interesting situationship with Jily}

-Sirius/James/Remus Band Au

Summary: Reader has a horrible encounter on stage and the boys comfort her

-What's Your Name? {Sneak Peak}

Moonwater Fluff

-Status Quo

Summary: Early mornings and the Status Quo of the Marauder's house hold. {THIS FANFICTION IS INSPIRED- no, actually, basically a tribute to @/ellecdc's PadVix fanfiction. I would be amazed you are reading any of my stuff and not having read theirs but the link is here if you need it.

REMUS LUPIN

-Spoiled Brat (Pt 1?) (Lil Angsty, +18, fluff)

Summary: When your escapism over the summer turns a bit more real, as you fall in love with a half blood your father would never approve of}

-Think like a Lupin (Angsty, lotta angst, happy ending! fluff +18)

Summary: Your parents are planning to marry you off the second after you graduate, but after an unfortunate encounter with a werewolf, plans change.

-Break a Leg Not My Heart (Some angst, mostly light hearted fluff)

Summary: You get hurt during Quidditch practice and Remus doesn't leave your side. Friends to lovers.

-Meeting Royalty (Fluff, Suggestive)

Summary: Meet cute but make it royalty} Part 2

-Too Late (Angst, no comfort) {Pt.2}

Summary: Remus comes to terms with a love lost to his own insecurities.

-Stray

Summary: Post war Remus finds home for his heart

-It Repeats Itself

Summary: Even years after the war the effects of Voldemort's reign still had waves of effects. One just so happened to have a poor girl caught in the cross fire. (This is more of a concept then a fleshed out story-a little cliche)

-Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

-Over and Over Again

Summary: The legend of soulmates and the myth of endless lives tied to one another permanently was once a myth you don't believe. Until you met Remus Lupin.

BARTY CROUCH JUNIOR

-The boy I knew {Sneak peek}

Summary- When Barty knew love

-The Boy I Knew {Part 1} (Angst, Fluff, +18)

-Do You Some Good

“When we’re done here, we can go back to hating each other. Deal?” “You’re not going to believe this, but I think I actually prefer things like this.”

-Dear Future Husband

-Cat and Mouse

Summary: The reader can never truly get away Barty, no matter how hard she tries. He'll always find his family.

-Love me, too

Summary: Late nights with loose lipped Barty, a single conversation unraveled years of yearning.

-I am not writing this because I could not mentally take it but...

-Trust and Obedience

Summary: Small snippets of moments between you and Barty, where you really should have picked up on his spiral.

Potter!Reader;

-Everything is Blue

Summary: As things escalate with Barty he draws a line in the sand.

-I Might Still Hate You

Summary: An unexpected guest shows up at your house late at night.

-Not Quite Poison- {Pt.2}

Summary: after a chance meeting in the library; a whirlwind love affair between Barty Crouch Jr and the youngest Potter blossom, but neither of them were prepared for how life would go after.

-They'll Be Alright

Summary: James Potter learns to like tolerate his sisters taste in men.

-Making Mistakes - {Pt.2}

Summary: After a horrible break up in 7th year, Barty and you haven't spoken a word to eachother. Then, he comes barreling back into your life begging for forgiveness, will you trust him?

JAMES POTTER

-Fall in Love in a Night (A lil angst, basically just a fluffy fluffy love story)

Summary: College AU, Muggle AU, James falls in love with the some of the worst parts of you }

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

-Little Lupin (Fluff)

Summary: James has a little crush on little Lupin

-Masterpiece

Summary: James Potter goes a little too far with a girl everyone happens to like.

-Just Kiss Her

Summary: You find a few unsent letters with your name on them- literally.

-Bed Hopper

Summary: After creating a tradition of cuddling James before bed, you'd think you'd have the path down by now.

-Not Made for Easy

Summary: Years of loving and yearning unfurl the night before graduation. A dramatic love confession.

-Why Couldn't It Be Us

Summary: James grappled with the reality of loosing the love of his life.

SIRIUS BLACK

-Casual (Angsty, fluff at the end) +18

Summary: Sirius falls for his most recent hook up, and she refuses to cave to what she wants}

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

-Like my father {Blurb}

Summary: Reader wants a man to love her like her father loves her mom. She just hasn't met him yet.. maybe.

-Kiss And Make-Up

Summary: Pool side at the Potters, Sirius takes you for a swim.

-Rock 'n Roll

Summary: Sirius stays home with a hangover, but the reader is always there to lend a hand.

-Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

-Self Fulfilling Prophecy

Summary: Potters love like it's a sport, but it seems that only a Black can challenge that.

FRED WEASLEY

-Summer Talks

Summary: Fred lets you know what he's waiting for

-Too Much Like Me

Summary: James finds out Lily's type in men is apparently genetic.

-Burning Bright, Falling Hard

Summary: Fred Weasley and you share a quiet moment in your room

HERMIONE GRANGER

-Invisible (Lil Angsty, basically just fluff) Blurb

Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

MATTHEO RIDDLE

-But daddy I love him (Lil Angst, fluff)

Summary: Harry finds out his sister is dating Mattheo Riddle Ft. James, Lily, Remus, Sirius - No war au }

" Dinner Party " (Pt 2)

Summary: The Potters throw a dinner party; Mattheo meets the family} Wc- 4142

-King's Gambit

Summary: You go to a Ministry gala with your family, meeting and dancing with Mattheo Riddle, who is just looking to cause some trouble,

REGULUS BLACK

-Monarch butterfly (Hurt/comfort) wip

Summary- Monarch butterflies only live for up to six weeks. Their life brings an unspoken joy to the people who witness it, a peaceful feeling to the life that last so much longer then their own. They bring smiles to the faces of children, they bring good luck for those who choose it, they bring so much value to lives they will never truly be a part of. Your butterfly was, and always would be, Regulus black.

BLAISE ZABINI

-Before a Stranger

Summary: Friends before a stranger

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fisherman james, who actually sucks at it but is very optimistic about his brand-new hobby (bc monty is great at it so he wants something else to bond over with his dad, he's cute like that)

enter merman regulus, who falls in love with him from afar, so he helps the very dumb human to catch some fish, in secret.

like, james is doing all the steps wrong and always uses the wrong knots and bait, but somehow he always gets the biggest catch ever. he gets sooo smug about it, telling everyone that he's a natural and shows off to everyone who could dare to hear him.

however, he's also a big softie, he doesn't want to harm the fish, so he lets them go after some obnoxious pictures.

regulus, who is actually the one catching the fish for him, finds it preposterous. he's helping the hot human? and he just gives the fish back? regulus is basically courting him?? and he's just giving the fish back????

so, in his very smart merman brain, he does the obvious thing: brings bigger fish! maybe james is just a very difficult man (merman? regulus doesn't care) but no one would ever say no to a shark

james actually passes out when he sees the shark and falls to the sea, a tragedy given he was completely on his own

cue to regulus having to save him on a very dramatic scene, he also has to take back the shark and make sure james doesn't end up dying

it's a very exhausting thing, trying to be this man's mate, but regulus is no quitter. so he manages.

when he gets james to the shore, the fisherman wakes up and sees regulus, and his mind goes absolutely blank, no thoughts, only pretty merman on sight. his brain is basically a blubbering mess of "oh my god i almost died, he's so pretty, mermaids are real what the fuck, he's so pretty, did he save me? he's so pretty lord"

regulus is a bit dumbfounded too, he knew the human was pretty, but he never got to see him from this close, and the man is somehow even more stunning, it's crazy.

james immediately tries to talk to him, and regulus understands him, of course he does, he's smart as fuck, he knows about the human language, he doesn't know how to say anything besides his name tho.

so their talk goes like:

james [in love]: who are you?

regulus: regulus

james: did you save me?

regulus: *clicking sounds*

james [still trying]: did you bring the shark?

regulus: *aggresive clicking sounds*

they actually don't talk much, and then some people who saw james fall start to arrive, so regulus has to leave.

james is in love.

regulus comes back the next day, super early, matching james who's also incredibly eager to see him again. and this time, regulus is closer than ever.

james pretty much forgets about fishing altogether and just spends the whole time trying to talk to regulus, and this cycle continues for several days until regulus is able to talk back to him.

james tries so hard to learn everything about regulus and merpeople, he's a sap, it's amazing. when he finally learns about courting gifts, he spends a whole afternoon making regulus a handmade necklace, it has a little star and sun pendant and it's made of pure gold so sea water can't do any damage to him.

regulus thinks they are basically married then.

something something, regulus figures that if he's on land enough time to dry, he can turn into a human, and that makes everything easier. james can now take him on proper dates and for their first one, he takes him to the village's library. regulus is so excited he can't stop preening.

in the meantime tho, we have sirius who is an overbearing but very loving brother, who hasn't heard from regulus in hours and goes to the human's ship to find him

imagine his surprise when his baby brother and the man who he has described as his mate are not there. but remus is (he's james' best friend, he doesn't like fishing but reading in the boat is one of the best things on earth, according to him)

sirius, is then nervous as fuck, because his little brother told him he was with a human on a boat, and now he's on said boat, and his little brother is NOT there, and there's ANOTHER human

so he does the only thing he thinks is reasonable:

he flips the whole boat while remus is still on it and then he grabs said remus by the collar and starts screaming the living daylights out of him.

remus: what the fuck

when remus manages to calm sirius down, he explains that yes, this is james boat, he just lent it to him because he went on a date with his boyfriend, yes, said boyfriend does look like sirius, but he's only seen him with two legs which sirius definitely lacks, so there's that. then he also says he would really appreciate if sirius could bring back the book he was reading before being rudely flipped over by a sea creature, thanks.

sirius kinda falls in love immediately, there's something so hot about that human that didn't even bat an eye at seeing a merman and just straight asked for his book.

for my sake, sirius already knows how to speak the human language bc regulus has been teaching him as well

so sirius brings back the book, which is ruined, but at least it's back, and then forces remus to wait so he could take him to regulus

when sirius has 2 legs, remus has the sudden realization that his best friend is dating a merman, which in his opinion is something you should at least mention to your best friend u know?

so yeah, they both go to yell at them.

and if sirius pretends his legs are weaker than they actually are just so remus has to hold him all the way, that's HIS business

god this is so long now

anyways, when they find jegulus, it's chaotic, there's yelling (remus) and very angry clicking (sirius) and they are definitely receiving odd looks from everyone

it's the best way to present your mate to you brother if you ask regulus.

something something, they figure it out, james officiates his relationship with reg and builds a house close by the shore that has an inside aquarium but like, all over the house and it kinda connects with the sea, so regulus can still be a merman whenever he likes.

when james finds out it was actually regulus the one who catched the fish for him, he just falls more in love with him. so they make it a routine to go fishing together, it's romantic!

and just for my own sake, james does end up fucking a merman i guess, they have little mermaid kids and live happily ever after bye

[valeriearmani1]

au where james kills voldermort and basically everyone lives, he and regulus get married and live happily ever after but the catch?

instead of regulus dying getting the locket he survives, only for voldermort to realise that regulus betrayed him and curses him with a incurable sickness that will slowly kill him

so yes they live happily ever after (to an extent) but during this regulus’ health is deteriorating, he slowly becomes skinnier and less coherent until he has to rely on james daily

regulus dies in the arms of his husband who never recovers from losing him and can no longer sleep in the same bed or stay in the same house knowing it’s the place that regulus lived and died in, every crevice of the house reminds him of regulus

so he moves in with sirius and remus only for him to realise how similar sirius and regulus look, he cant even look at his best friend anymore and eventually moves into his own place, that he can’t settle in because the love of his life isn’t there

james can never find happiness or peace again after regulus dies

[uhhlifeig]

Skele-Gro - April 21 - word count: 201 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“You know I can’t let you buy me a house, Pads,” Remus groaned, leaning back on the couch cushions. “For the billionth time, no. I won’t be able to repay you.”

Sitting next to him, Sirius stared at him blankly. “Moony, we’re getting married in May.”

“And? I can’t let you do this.”

“Dude. We’re literally fiancés? What’s mine is yours.”

“I’m fine here, Pads,” Remus frowned, gesturing at the cluttered flat.

“Moony, I think not. The pipes sound like they’re trying to summon a demon, the roof is leaking, and the neighbors-” Sirius shuddered. 

“I’m not a bloody charity case, Sirius,” Remus snapped.

Sirius put his hands up placatingly. “I’m not doing this because I see you as a charity case, Moonlight, it’s because I love you. You deserve only the best, alright?”

“Fine. But really, annwyl, you don’t need to do this for me.”

“My parents are dead, and you expect me not to celebrate?” Sirius scoffed, scooting in closer. “I think not. Besides, even if I didn’t get us a house, James would buy us one. He’s the descendant of Skele-Gro’s inventor and the son of Fleamont Potter, so it’s basically inevitable.”

“Nothing too extravagant, then,” Remus relented.

[evermoreness]

moonlight and mending (bonus chapter) | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader!

summary: you and remus are married!

obs: this is a bonus chapter for a series. here's part one.

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The mornings in your little home had become one of Remus’s favorite things.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting golden hues over the small but cozy living room. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hint of parchment and ink from the scattered books Remus had left on the table the night before.

You were getting ready for work, dressed in your healer robes, hair tied back, sipping from your tea as you leaned against the counter. Remus sat at the small kitchen table, flipping through the Daily Prophet with a deep frown. Another rejection letter lay beside his plate.

“Nothing?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer.

Remus sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Not a single bloody thing. Even the shops in Diagon Alley won’t take me. Apparently, ‘full moons make me unreliable.’” His voice held a bitter edge.

You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his hair. “You are anything but unreliable.”

He exhaled sharply and turned his face to nuzzle against your arm. “I might have to start looking at Muggle jobs.”

You pulled back slightly, looking down at him. “That’s not a bad thing, Rem. Muggle jobs pay well too, and they won’t care about—” you hesitated, not wanting to say the word as if it would solidify the unfairness of it all.

“My ‘condition’?” Remus finished for you with a wry smile. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… frustrating.” He glanced at you. “You work so hard. I want to contribute too.”

You cupped his face gently, your thumb stroking his cheek. “You take care of me, Remus. You cook, you clean, you make sure I don’t pass out from exhaustion after my shifts—”

“That’s just because I like bossing you around.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “You love me.”

“That too,” he admitted with a smirk, tilting his head up to kiss you softly.

You lingered there for a moment, lips brushing, breathing in each other’s warmth. When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his. “You’ll find something. I know it.”

He exhaled sharply, leaning back into your embrace. "I just don’t understand how they expect someone like me to survive. No wizarding employer will even consider me, and I can't exactly walk into a Muggle job and say, ‘Oh, by the way, I occasionally turn into a giant wolf once a month, but don’t worry, I take my potion.’” He let out a humorless chuckle. "Very employable, aren’t I?"

You kissed the top of his head, fingers threading through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. "You are employable, and you're brilliant. You just need someone to see it."

He sighed again, dropping the newspaper onto the table. "There’s a Muggle school hiring a literature teacher for younger kids. I know I could do it, but I have no idea how Muggle children work. Wizards barely make sense to me, and I was one."

You stepped around to face him, perching yourself on the edge of the table. "First of all, children are children, whether they're magical or not. You’ve already taught James, Sirius, and Peter how to use their brains occasionally, and that’s a miracle in itself."

That earned a small smirk from him.

"And second," you continued, reaching for his hands, "you love teaching. You were basically our second professor at Hogwarts, always tutoring people and making the most confusing things make sense. If they just give you a chance, they'll see what I see."

His thumbs brushed over the back of your hands. "And what do you see?" he asked, voice quieter now.

You smiled, squeezing his hands gently. "I see the smartest, kindest, most patient man I’ve ever met. The kind of man who could make any student fall in love with learning. You’re meant to teach, Remus. And if this school is willing to give you a chance, you should take it."

He let out a breath, eyes softening as he looked up at you. "You always make me believe in myself, even when I don't."

"That's because I know you," you said simply. "And I know you'll be amazing at this."

He let go of one of your hands, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. "What would I do without you?" he murmured.

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling. "You’ll never have to find out," you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He sighed against your mouth, his frustration momentarily melting away. "You know," he murmured when you pulled apart, "for someone who claims to love me, you sure do enjoy bullying me into doing things."

You laughed, nudging his knee with yours. "It's called encouragement, professor. Now, when’s the interview?"

Remus groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. "You're relentless."

"And you love me for it," you teased.

His lips curled into a smirk. "Yeah. I really do."

First and last day.

When Remus got home that evening, he barely had the energy to take off his coat before collapsing onto the couch with a long, exhausted sigh. His bag dropped onto the floor with a dull thud, and he ran a hand through his already messy hair, groaning softly.

You poked your head out from the kitchen, eyebrows raising at the sight of him sprawled out like he had just fought a battle. “Rough first day?”

Remus opened one eye to look at you, his expression somewhere between disbelief and defeat. “You have no idea.”

You bit back a smile, walking over to sit on the edge of the couch near him. “That bad?”

He groaned again, rolling onto his side to face you. “Worse. They never stop talking, they ask a million questions, and none of them are even about the lesson.”

You tilted your head, amused. “What did they ask, then?”

Remus sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Well, one boy raised his hand, and I thought—finally, someone is actually listening. But do you know what he asked?”

You shook your head, waiting.

Remus deadpanned, “‘Sir, why do you look like you got attacked by a bear?’”

You immediately burst out laughing, covering your mouth as you doubled over slightly. “Oh no,” you gasped between giggles.

“Oh yes,” Remus muttered. “And before I could even come up with something, another one shouted, ‘Yeah! And why do you always look so tired?’”

You were practically in tears now. “They ganged up on you?”

“Completely,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “It was a full interrogation. One kid even asked if I used to be a pirate.”

That sent you into another fit of laughter. “And what did you say?”

Remus sighed dramatically. “I told them I had a very aggressive cat growing up.”

You gasped. “You did not.”

“I did,” he admitted. “They seemed to accept it, though one of them told me I should’ve just given the cat away.”

You wiped at your eyes, still giggling. “You lasted a whole day. That’s impressive.”

Remus sat up slightly, looking at you with an exhausted expression. “I don’t think I can go back.”

You pouted playfully, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. “Oh, but you must. What will the children do without their mysterious, battle-scarred professor?”

Remus groaned, but leaned into your touch despite himself. “They’ll survive.”

You smiled, tilting his chin up so he had to meet your gaze. “You’ll get used to them. And they’ll get used to you. Who knows? You might even like them.”

He sighed, running a hand up your arm. “I don’t know, dove. I might need a lifetime supply of chocolate to get through this job.”

You grinned, leaning in until your noses brushed. “Lucky for you, I happen to love a man who needs chocolate.”

He hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you onto his lap. “That right?”

“Very much.” you kissed the corner of his mouth, then whispered, “I’ll even get you some tonight.”

Remus sighed dramatically. “You’re the only reason I’m surviving this, you know.”

You smiled against his lips. “I know.”

And just like that, the weight of the day didn’t feel quite so bad anymore.

That same day you received the letters from Hogwarts, Remus nearly dropped his tea all over himself. He reread the parchment at least three times before looking up at you, eyes wide in disbelief.

“They offered me the Defense position.” His voice was quiet, as if he still wasn’t sure it was real.

You grinned, holding up your own letter. “And they want me as the new healer. Madam Pomfrey retired. Looks like we’re going back home, professor.”

Remus let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this.”

You took his hand in yours. “I can. You’re the best professor they could ask for. The students are going to love you.”

His fingers curled around yours, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “And you’re going to be the best healer Hogwarts has ever had.”

Back again.

Returning to Hogwarts was surreal. The castle hadn’t changed much, though everything felt smaller now that you weren’t teenagers sneaking through the corridors. The first few weeks were spent settling into your quarters—cozy rooms near the hospital wing with a fireplace and shelves already filled with books (thanks to Remus).

Classes started, and the students took to Remus quickly, fascinated by his knowledge and the way he made Defense Against the Dark Arts actually interesting. Meanwhile, you spent your days in the hospital wing, taking care of injured Quidditch players and students who had tried to hex each other in the hallways.

The best part, though, was that you were together.

Hogwarts felt just like it did when you were younger—except this time, there was no sneaking around. You walked through the corridors side by side, just like you used to.

One afternoon, you were walking toward the Great Hall when a group of students nearby started whispering and nudging each other.

“Professor Lupin?” One brave student called out, looking between the two of you.

Remus turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

The student hesitated before blurting out, “Are you two… married?”

A hush fell over the group, everyone waiting for the answer.

You smiled, slipping your hand into Remus’s just to watch him get flustered. “We are.”

The students gasped.

“No way!”

“That’s so weird! You’re both professors!”

“You mean you were actually Hogwarts sweethearts?”

Remus cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I wouldn’t quite—”

“He totally used to sneak out of the dorms to see me,” you cut in with a grin.

Remus groaned. “You don’t have to tell them everything.”

The students laughed, and one girl sighed dramatically. “That’s so romantic. You’re just like the couples in the books.”

A boy next to her made a face. “Ugh. Gross.”

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright, everyone, off to lunch.”

As the students wandered off, still whispering excitedly, you nudged him with your shoulder. “See? We’re legends.”

Remus huffed but couldn’t hide his smile. “You love embarrassing me, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek before walking ahead. “Now, come on, professor. Let’s go get lunch before more students ask if we had our wedding in the Forbidden Forest.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head as he followed you. Life at Hogwarts was going to be interesting, to say the least.

The routine quickly became your own little version of nostalgia. Just like when you were younger, Remus would find himself wandering into the hospital wing whenever he had a free period, leaning against the doorway as he watched you work.

The difference? Now, he didn’t need an excuse to be there.

One afternoon, you were restocking potions when you felt someone’s eyes on you. Turning around, you spotted Remus standing near the entrance, arms crossed and an amused smile playing at his lips.

“Professor Lupin,” you greeted, a teasing lilt in your voice. “Feeling ill, are we?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. Just figured I’d visit my wife.”

You smirked, setting down a bottle. “Your students will start thinking you’re in love with me or something.”

Remus chuckled, walking closer. “Oh, the horror.”

You leaned against the counter, giving him a playful look. “I should start charging you a fee for all these visits.”

“And what would that fee be?” he asked, tilting his head.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him down just enough to steal a quick kiss.

The moment your lips parted, a chorus of gasps erupted from behind them.

You turned your heads to see a group of students staring, some giggling, others looking downright scandalized.

“Professor Lupin just got kissed!”

“In the hospital wing! By Madam Lupin!”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his hand. “Merlin, you’re going to make me get expelled.”

You just grinned, completely unbothered. “Oh, relax. They need to see what true love looks like.”

A younger boy next to you made a face. “Bleh. Adults in love. Gross.”

Remus cleared his throat, straightening his robes. “Alright, alright, enough of that. Off you go.”

As the students left, still whispering among themselves, you turned to him with a smirk. “You’re so flustered.”

He sighed, shaking his head with a helpless smile. “You have no shame.”

“None.” you looped your arms around his neck. “And you love it.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours. “I do.”

You stood there for a moment, wrapped up in your own little world.

“Wait,” you said softly, a nostalgic look in your eyes.

He arched an eyebrow. “What is it?”

You glanced around the hospital wing, your gaze landing on one of the old patient beds near the corner. “Just remembering something.”

Following your eyes, Remus immediately understood. His grip on your hand tightened slightly.

“That bed,” he murmured. “That’s the one I always ended up in after full moons.”

You nodded, smiling softly. “And I was always right beside you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I still don’t know how you convinced Madam Pomfrey to let you stay the whole day.”

You smirked. “I have my ways.”

He gave you a knowing look. “You pestered her until she gave in, didn’t you?”

You grinned. “Of course.”

Remus sighed, looking at the bed with a faraway expression. “You were always there. Even when I told you not to be.”

You squeezed his hand. “You never actually wanted me to leave, though.”

“No,” he admitted, turning to look at you. “I didn’t.”

You smiled, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. “You’d come covered in blood, and try to convince me you were fine, that you just fell down the stairs.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “Merlin, I was insufferable.”

“You really were.” you laughed. “But I didn’t mind. I liked taking care of you.”

Remus lifted his head, cupping your cheek. “And now you don’t have to anymore. Because of you, my full moons aren’t nightmares anymore.”

You softened, placing your hand over his. “I love that I get to sleep next to you instead of watching you suffer in that bed.”

He kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment. “You saved me back then, dove.”

You tilted your head, teasing. “So, I get all the credit?”

He chuckled. “Alright, fine. Madam Pomfrey helped a bit.”

You gasped, swatting his arm. “A bit?”

He laughed, catching your hand and kissing your knuckles. “You were my favorite nurse, though. Still are.”

You sighed dramatically. “Well, I should hope so. Otherwise, I’d have to find another husband.”

His grip tightened around your waist. “Not a chance.”

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He smiled against your lips. “I love you more.”

As you stood there, wrapped up in each other in the middle of the hospital wing, the memories of the past blended seamlessly with your present.

No more pain, no more suffering—just you, together, as it was always meant to be.

Finally, you pulled back, patting his chest. “Alright, professor. You should get going before McGonagall catches you loitering in my hospital wing.”

He sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because I have a class to teach.”

As he turned to leave, you called out, “Don’t miss me too much!”

He glanced back with a smirk. “Too late for that.”

You smiled as you watched him go. You had everything you ever wanted—each other, Hogwarts, and a love that had only grown stronger with time.

Something is different.

The past few weeks had been… different.

Remus couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about you had changed.

At first, it was subtle. You were more tired than usual, curling up against him at the end of the day with a little sigh, like just existing had taken more effort than it should. Then came the hunger—you were always hungry, always snacking, and with the strangest cravings. And perhaps the most curious thing of all… your scent had changed. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough for him (well, the wolf in him) to notice, and it was driving him mad trying to figure out why.

But you had your own theory.

“I think I might be coming down with something,” you announced one evening, flopping onto the couch beside him.

Remus, who had just sat down with a book, immediately closed it and turned to you with concern. “You’re sick?”

You hummed, stretching your legs across his lap. “I don’t know. I’ve just been so tired lately. And hungry. And my body feels weird.”

He frowned, placing a warm hand on your shin, his thumb absently rubbing circles against her skin. “You should go to the hospital wing tomorrow, get yourself checked.”

You groaned dramatically, burying your face in the throw pillow. “I work in the hospital wing, love.”

“Yes, and that means you should know better than to ignore your own health,” he pointed out, giving you a pointed look.

You peeked up at him, grinning. “Look at you, so responsible. Such a good husband.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Flattery won’t distract me. You’re seeing someone tomorrow.”

“But I don’t feel sick,” you whined, wiggling until you were practically draped across his lap. “I just feel… off.”

Remus glanced down at you, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. “You’ve been off for a while now, dove. And if you’re not sick, then what is it?”

You sighed. “Maybe it’s stress. The school year’s been busier than usual, and I’ve been on my feet all day. That has to be it, right?”

He hummed, unconvinced. “Maybe.”

Your eyes flicked to his face, studying him. “You don’t believe me.”

“I believe something is going on,” he admitted. “And I’m going to take care of you until we figure it out.”

You smirked. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Professor Lupin?”

He smirked back, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “First, I’m going to make sure you eat something real instead of just biscuits. Then, I’m going to put you to bed early—”

You gasped dramatically. “Early? How dare you.”

He chuckled. “And then, I’m going to cuddle you until you fall asleep.”

You sighed dreamily. “Okay, fine. That actually sounds nice.”

He grinned, proud of himself. “See? I know what I’m doing.”

You poked his chest. “Only because you like taking care of me.”

Remus kissed the tip of your nose. “I love taking care of you.”

And he meant it. Whatever was going on with you—whether it was stress, illness, or something else entirely—he would be there.

Always.

Unexpected news.

You spent the whole day in a daze.

It was real. The spell was never wrong. And yet, you kept repeating it over and over in your head, trying to convince yourself.

You were pregnant.

Your hands had trembled when you first saw the golden glow of the spell confirming it. Your heartbeat had raced, your breath had caught in your throat, and for a few minutes, you had just stood there, staring at the bathroom mirror in the hospital wing, completely and utterly frozen.

You weren’t even trying. You both never thought you could.

The knowledge of werewolves and fertility was practically nonexistent. No one had ever told Remus he could have children. And now…

Now, you had spent the entire day trying to figure out how to tell him.

You could hardly concentrate during work. Every time you saw a student, you imagined what your child would look like. Would they have Remus’s eyes? Your smile? Would they be bookish like their father or dramatic like you?

It was overwhelming. And terrifying. And exciting.

By the time you got home, you had made up your mind.

Remus was already waiting for you, sitting in the living room with a book in his hands. But he wasn’t reading—his eyes flicked up the second you entered, scanning your face carefully.

“You’ve been acting weird all day,” he said immediately, closing the book and setting it aside.

Your heart pounded. “Weird?”

His lips twitched slightly, but there was concern in his eyes. “Yes, weird. I know you too well, dove. Something’s going on.”

You inhaled deeply, then held out the little box in your hands.

Remus blinked at it, puzzled. “What’s this?”

“Just… open it.”

His brow furrowed as he took the box, lifting the lid carefully.

Inside, there was a tiny knitted sweater—cream-colored, impossibly soft, with little buttons down the front. It was far too small for him, or for you.

Remus stared at it.

For a long moment, he didn’t react. Just… stared.

You held your breath.

His fingers ghosted over the fabric, his brows knitting together. “…Is this for a cat?”

You snorted. “No, Remus.”

His frown deepened. “Then… why is it so small?”

You bit back a smile. “Because it’s not for us, love.”

He blinked again, eyes flicking from the sweater to your face. You could see the gears turning in his head, the slow realization beginning to creep in.

And then he froze.

His entire body went still. His breath caught.

His wide, golden-brown eyes locked onto yours.

“…No,” he whispered.

You grinned. “Yes.”

“No,” he repeated, as if saying it again would make it less true.

“Yes,” you said again, laughing softly.

“But—” He shook his head, his voice weak. “I—we—I didn’t even think I could—”

“I know,” she said, kneeling in front of him, placing your hands on his knees. “But you can.”

He still looked utterly lost. His fingers curled around the tiny sweater like it was some fragile, impossible thing.

“…We’re having a baby?”

You nodded, smiling, your heart swelling at the way his voice had cracked slightly. “Yeah. We are.”

Remus exhaled sharply, as if all the air had been knocked from his lungs.

Then, slowly—so slowly—his lips parted in something between a laugh and a gasp, his hands running over his face before he looked back at you with so much emotion in his eyes that it nearly made you cry.

He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“You’re sure?” he whispered, like he was afraid to believe it.

You nodded again, placing your hands over his. “One hundred percent.”

His breath shuddered out.

And then he laughed.

It was quiet at first, just a soft, disbelieving chuckle. But then he was full-on laughing, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried his face in your shoulder.

You laughed too, hugging him just as tightly. “You’re going to be a dad.”

He pulled back, shaking his head in awe. “Merlin, I—” He ran a hand through his hair, still grinning. “I can’t believe this.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Believe it.”

He exhaled a breathy laugh, looking down at your stomach, then back up at you. “We’re having a baby.”

You nodded.

Remus let out a long breath. Then, in a voice filled with pure, unfiltered wonder, he whispered, “We’re having a baby.”

And the way he said it—so soft, so amazed—made your heart melt completely.

Remus had always been good at keeping his emotions in check. He had spent a lifetime doing it—learning to keep his feelings under control, to stay composed, to never let himself get too lost in things he wasn’t meant to have.

But this? This was different.

He sniffed, quickly rubbing his sleeve over his eyes as if that would somehow hide the tears that had already welled up. His hands were still cradling your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the little space between them where your child now existed.

“You’re crying,” you teased, your voice full of warmth.

He let out a weak chuckle, shaking his head. “I’m not crying.”

“You are,” you insisted, grinning. “You never cry. But now you are.”

Remus huffed, rolling his eyes. “Merlin, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you married me.”

He laughed at that, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I did.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. “You love me.”

“I do love you.” He kissed your temple, his voice quieter now, softer. “So much.”

You stayed there for a moment, just holding each other, letting the reality of everything settle around you.

And then, without a word, Remus pulled back slightly, his hands finding your waist. Slowly, he knelt down in front of you, his fingers resting lightly on the fabric of your shirt.

You felt your breath catch.

His warm hands splayed gently over your stomach, his thumbs tracing absentminded circles against the soft fabric.

And then—carefully, hesitantly—he pressed a kiss to your belly.

Your heart clenched.

Remus lingered there for a moment, his lips brushing against your skin through the fabric of your shirt, his breath warm, his touch reverent.

When he pulled away, he exhaled a soft, breathy laugh, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he admitted, looking up at you. His expression was full of wonder, his eyes bright. “I didn’t think this was possible.”

You reached down, running your fingers through his soft hair. “Neither did I.”

He let out another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Merlin, we’re going to be parents.”

You smirked. “You are going to be a dad.”

His brows lifted. “And you are going to be a mum.”

“Obviously,” you said with a grin. “That’s usually how this works, love.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Merlin help this child if they inherit your attitude.”

You gasped, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Rude.”

“Accurate,” he teased, standing up again.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re already making dad jokes. This is dangerous.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around your and pulling you close. “It’s only going to get worse from here.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, but then softened, resting your head against his chest.

For a long time, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other.

And then, you looked up at him, smirking. “You really cried.”

Remus groaned. “Dove—”

“You never cry, but this time, you did—”

He groaned louder, hiding his face in your shoulder. “Are you ever going to let this go?”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Not a chance, love.”

Getting ready.

Remus was sitting cross-legged on the floor, furrowing his brows at the instruction manual in front of him as if it had personally wronged him. The half-built crib stood before him, a few wooden panels already in place, though there was a pile of screws beside him that he had definitely forgotten to use somewhere.

You sat beside him, legs stretched out, absentmindedly running your hand over your baby bump as you watched him struggle.

“You look like you’re in a duel,” you teased, biting back a grin.

Remus sighed dramatically, rubbing a hand over his face. “I swear, if James Potter can put up a crib, then I can put up a crib.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Love, I hate to break it to you, but James didn’t put up the crib. Sirius did.”

Remus froze, blinking at you. “…What?”

You tried not to laugh. “Yeah. He gave up halfway and Sirius had to finish it. Lily said it was painful to watch.”

Remus groaned, tilting his head back. “Oh, bloody hell.”

You giggled, reaching out to grab one of the screws he had set aside. “Maybe you should just let me—”

“No,” he cut you off immediately, gently taking the screw from your hand and setting it back down. “You are not lifting a finger.”

You rolled your eyes. “Remus, I’m pregnant, not dying.”

“I know that,” he said, fixing you with a look. “But you’re carrying our child, and I don’t want you straining yourself.”

You smirked. “Then maybe you should just let me build the crib, because at this rate, our child will be graduating from Hogwarts before it’s done.”

He scoffed. “That’s not true—”

You gestured toward the half-assembled mess in front of him. “Love, the bottom part is upside down.”

His eyes flickered to the crib.

He went silent.

“…No, it’s not,” he muttered, though it very obviously was.

You snorted. “Rem, you have to let me help.”

“No,” he insisted, reaching for the screwdriver. “I am going to be a responsible father, and that means putting up this bloody crib even if it kills me.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, grinning. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

He huffed. “I’m not adorable, I’m frustrated.”

“You’re frustrated adorably,” you countered, kissing his cheek.

Remus tried not to smile, but the slight blush on his face gave him away.

“Fine,” he relented with a sigh. “You can supervise. But that’s it.”

You beamed. “Deal.”

He exhaled, shaking his head before turning back to the crib. “Alright. Let’s try this again.”

And so, with you giving him playful commentary and Remus grumbling about how he would not be outdone by James Potter or Sirius Black, you spent the next hour slowly piecing the crib together.

It was, without a doubt, the most dad mode Remus had ever been in. And you loved it.

“You know,” you started, your voice dripping with mischief, “it’s really attractive watching you try so hard.”

Remus let out a breath, gripping the screwdriver tightly. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “Me? Mocking you? I would never.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Dove.”

“What?” you said innocently. “I swear I’m just admiring my handsome, capable husband.”

He snorted. “Right. That’s why you’ve been giggling every time I mess up?”

“Well,” you shrugged, a teasing glint in your eye, “it’s just… I never thought I’d see the great Remus Lupin losing a battle to furniture.”

Remus groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “This is worse than a Defense class.”

Yoy grinned. “Are you saying you’d rather be dodging curses than putting up this crib?”

“Honestly?” He threw his hands up. “At least curses make sense.”

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Says you,” he shot back, nudging you playfully.

You gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I am not dramatic.”

Remus turned to you slowly, raising a very pointed eyebrow.

You blinked.

“…Alright, maybe a little dramatic,” you admitted, holding your fingers close together.

Remus chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for another screw. “I don’t know why I expected anything else.”

You smirked. “You married me, love. You chose this.”

“And yet, somehow, I still didn’t choose to have a wife who makes fun of me while I struggle.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, leaning back on your hands. “You love that I make fun of you.”

He paused, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “…Maybe.”

You smirked, proud.

Remus sighed, turning back to the crib. “Anyway, let’s focus, yeah? If I don’t finish this thing, our baby will have to sleep in a drawer.”

You giggled. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing. I mean, Harry spent his first year sleeping in the middle of James and Lily”

Remus groaned. “Merlin, don’t remind me. James still loses his mind over it.”

You hummed. ���Speaking of James, should I just call Sirius and ask him to finish this for you?”

Remus whipped his head toward you. “Absolutely not.”

You laughed at his horrified expression. “But love, Sirius has experience—”

“I refuse to be outdone by Sirius Black at anything,” Remus interrupted, determined. “That man will never let me live it down.”

You were fully laughing now. “You sound so competitive.”

“I am not competitive,” he muttered, screwing another piece into place. “Only against Sirius.”

You watched him, feeling something warm settle in your chest. He was so serious about it, so determined to get it right.

You reached out, brushing his hair back from his face. “You know, you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

Remus’ hands stilled. He turned to you, something soft and almost shy in his eyes. “…You think so?”

You smiled, cupping his cheek. “I know so.”

His lips twitched into something small but overwhelmingly affectionate.

Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was slow, tender, and so impossibly full of love that you melted into him completely.

When he pulled away, he exhaled, resting his forehead against yours.

“…Alright,” he murmured, voice still laced with warmth. “I’ll finish the crib. But only because my beautiful wife believes in me.”

You grinned, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. “Good choice, love.”

And with that, Remus Lupin—determined husband, future father, and newly competitive carpenter—went back to work.

Old fears.

Remus sat on the edge of your bed, his head in his hands. The dim candlelight flickered against the walls of their quarters at Hogwarts, casting long shadows across his face. He hadn't spoken in a while, which was rare for him—usually, no matter how worried he was, you could pull him out of it. But this time felt different.

“Alright, spill it,” you said, turning your head to look up at him.

Remus blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been acting weird, love.” you poked his chest lightly. “So tell me what’s going on in that brilliant, overthinking head of yours.”

His jaw tightened for a moment, and you could see him debating whether or not to brush it off.

But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “…I just—” He hesitated, eyes flickering down to your belly. “I’m scared.”

You softened immediately. “Of what?”

Remus inhaled slowly, as if saying it out loud would make it real. “…Of the baby being like me.”

Your brows knitted together. “Like you?”

“A werewolf,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your heart ache.

“Love…” you sat up properly, facing him, taking his hands in yours. “What brought this on?”

You waited, patient as ever. You knew he needed time, that he had to sort through his thoughts before he could say them out loud.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, shaking his head. “It just—hit me the other day. There’s no record of werewolves having children. No one knows what that means.” His fingers tightened slightly around yours. “What if—what if our baby is born with this? What if they—” His voice caught, and he swallowed hard. “What if they go through what I went through?”

You took a deep breath, your hands squeezing his gently.

“If that happens,” you said, your voice steady, “then there’s no better person to take care of them than you.”

Remus let out a breath, almost a scoff. “You say that like it’s nothing.”

“But it is,” you insisted. “Because no matter what, this baby will have you. And there is no one in this world better suited to guide them through it.”

Remus exhaled slowly, staring at your intertwined hands. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It is easy,” you said. “Because I know you, Remus. And I know that you’d love this baby with everything in you, no matter what happens.”

He let out a humorless chuckle, rubbing a hand over his face. “You always see the best in everything.”

You took his hand, intertwining your fingers. “No, I see you in everything. And I know that no matter what happens, this baby is going to have the best father in the world.”

Remus let out a slow breath, squeezing your hand. “You don’t understand,” he murmured. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know if our baby is going to be—like me. If they’ll have to—” He stopped himself, swallowing hard. “I don’t want them to suffer.”

You reached out, cupping his cheek. “And they won’t. Because they’ll have us. You, me, and all the love in the world. If our baby is a werewolf, we will teach them. We will make sure they grow up knowing they are loved, that they are not a monster. Just like I’ve spent years reminding you.”

Remus inhaled deeply, trying to let your words sink in. But the weight in his chest didn’t fully lift. “And what if it’s more than that? What if my blood—my curse—hurts you or the baby before they’re even born?”

You took both his hands this time, looking him straight in the eyes. “Remus Lupin, you are not a curse. You are my husband. The man I love. The father of my child.” you brought his hand to your stomach, pressing it gently against where the baby was growing. “And nothing, nothing, is going to take you away from us.”

His fingers trembled against your skin, but he didn’t pull away. He could feel the warmth of you, the steady rhythm of your breath, and even though the baby wasn’t big enough for him to feel any movement yet, he knew they were there.

A lump formed in his throat. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

You nodded, your eyes full of certainty. “With everything I have.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled, brushing a kiss against his lips. “You do. And this baby does too.”

For the first time in weeks, Remus allowed himself to believe you. Maybe—just maybe—things would be okay. Because no matter what, you had each other. And that had always been enough.

Hope.

The cottage was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, flickering gently against the walls as the night stretched on. It had been hours—long, exhausting hours—but finally, finally, the room was filled with the softest, most beautiful sound Remus had ever heard.

A baby’s cry.

His breath caught in his throat, his entire body going still. The exhaustion from staying by your side, holding your hand, whispering reassurances, melted away in an instant.

Madam Pomfrey, steady and sure as always, was the one to make the announcement.

“It’s a girl,” she said, her voice warm with something bordering on pride.

Remus let out a shaky laugh, running a hand over his face as he tried to process it.

A daughter.

He turned to you, exhausted but glowing, your hair damp with sweat, your breathing still uneven from the effort. And yet, despite it all, you were smiling. A soft, tired, beautiful smile.

Your fingers trembled as Madam Pomfrey gently placed the tiny, wriggling bundle into your arms.

And just like that, the world shifted.

Remus swallowed the lump in his throat, leaning in closer.

“She’s so small,” he murmured, as if speaking too loudly might startle her.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Well, she did just spend nine months inside me. Not much space in there.”

He huffed a quiet chuckle, but his eyes never left the baby’s face. He could barely see her—just the softest hints of features beneath the blankets, tiny fingers curling instinctively.

“…Do you want to hold her?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him.

Remus hesitated. His hands, usually so steady, suddenly felt clumsy and too big. He was covered in scars, rough around the edges. He wasn’t sure he should be the first person to touch something so delicate, so new.

But you didn’t give him a choice. You carefully lifted your daughter towards him, placing the tiny bundle into his arms before he could protest.

And just like that, Remus Lupin—scarred, battered, who had spent his entire life believing he would never deserve something like this—held his daughter for the first time.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You smiled sleepily. “Of course she is. She’s ours.”

Remus traced the pad of his thumb gently across her impossibly small hand.

“…We have to name her.”

You let your head rest back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. But there was no hesitation in your voice when you spoke.

“Hope.”

Remus froze. He looked at you, stunned.

You smiled softly. “There’s no better name for her.”

Hope.

His throat felt tight again, his chest full to the point of bursting. Hope was his mother's name.

The room was quiet now, save for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the tiny, occasional whimpers coming from the small bundle in Remus’ arms. Madam Pomfrey had left some time ago. The labor had been long, exhausting, but now, in the peaceful glow of the evening, nothing else mattered. Hope was here. Your daughter. Your perfect little girl.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed, his back slightly hunched as he cradled the newborn close to his chest. You lay beside him, exhausted but smiling as you watched them. Your eyes heavy with fatigue, but you had never looked more beautiful to him.

His heart felt too full, like it could burst at any moment. He had imagined this moment over and over again—had feared it, had dreamed of it—but now that it was real, now that he was looking down at his daughter’s tiny face, all he could do was stare.

“She’s so small,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly would wake her.

You let out a tired chuckle. “That tends to happen with newborns.”

Remus huffed out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “No, but—Merlin, she’s so small.” He shifted slightly, bringing Hope closer, pressing the softest of kisses to her forehead. “And she smells… human.” His voice cracked on the last word.

You smiled knowingly. “I told you she would be okay.”

He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a moment. “I know. I just—” He opened them again, looking back down at the tiny, perfect face staring up at him. “I was so afraid.”

You reached up, brushing your fingers gently through his hair. “Not anymore, though. Right?”

He swallowed hard, nodding. “Not anymore.”

Hope let out the softest little sigh, curling slightly against his chest, and Remus felt something deep inside him shatter in the best way possible. He had never known love like this. A love so pure, so overwhelming, that it physically hurt.

He pressed another kiss to her tiny forehead, then one to her tiny nose, then another to her cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered, his eyes flickering back to you.

You blinked sleepily. “For what?”

He shook his head in disbelief, his arms tightening just a little around Hope. “For her. For loving me. For giving me something I never thought I’d have.” His voice cracked again, and he let out a breathless laugh. “For making me the happiest man alive.”

Your expression softened as you reached out, taking his free hand in yours. “You make me happy, too.”

Remus brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently before whispering against them, “I love you. So much.”

You gave him a sleepy, contented smile. “I love you, too.”

Hope stirred slightly in his arms, and he instinctively rocked her, shushing her gently. She settled again, tucking her tiny hand against his chest, and Remus swore right then and there that he would do everything to protect this little girl.

He would be the best father he could be. He would give her a childhood full of warmth, of laughter, of safety. He would make sure she always knew just how loved she was.

And most of all, he would spend the rest of his life proving to his wife and daughter that he would never, ever take them for granted.

The night stretched on in a peaceful haze. Your home, which had always been a place of warmth and comfort, now felt fuller—complete. Hope was almost sleeping in Remus’ arms, and he had yet to put her down. He couldn’t. Every time he tried, he just ended up staring at her again, marveling at the way her tiny fingers curled into fists, the way her little chest rose and fell with each delicate breath.

You had finally given in to sleep. But not before Remus had whispered how much he loved you between every kiss he pressed against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. You had smiled, murmured something about how unfair it was that he was still so handsome even after hours of stress, and then promptly dozed off, your hand still resting lightly on his arm.

Hope was looking at him.

Not fully, not with any real focus, but there was something there. Like she knew exactly who he was.

“Well, you certainly have your mother’s charm, don’t you?” he murmured, shifting slightly so she rested more securely against him. “Already making me feel like I’d do absolutely anything for you.”

Hope made a soft noise, something between a sigh and a squeak, and he chuckled quietly.

“Oh, you agree with that, do you?” His voice was soft, filled with something warm and unfamiliar. “Just a few hours old and already running the house. Just wait until your mother hears about this.”

He glanced toward the bed, watching your steady breathing. You were curled up beneath the blankets, completely at peace, and he felt his heart clench in the best way.

“…She’s amazing, isn’t she?” he whispered to Hope, rocking her gently. “You’re very lucky, you know. You have the most incredible mum in the world.”

Hope made another little noise, shifting slightly in his arms.

“I know,” he sighed, glancing back down at her with a small, lopsided smile. “I still don’t understand how I got so lucky either.”

He traced the back of one finger against her tiny fist, watching as she tried—tried—to keep her eyes open.

“I suppose you take after me in that way,” he continued, his voice a low murmur. “I can never sleep properly either.”

Hope blinked up at him, her eyelids fluttering.

Remus huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re trying, aren’t you? Trying to stay awake and listen to me ramble.” He tilted his head, considering. “I’ll warn you now, I do that a lot. Your mum says I have a soothing voice, but personally, I think she’s just too stubborn to admit she likes hearing me talk.”

Hope made another tiny sound, her fingers twitching.

“Oh, I see how it is,” he teased. “You’re already on her side.”

She wriggled just a little, settling deeper against him, and he sighed, his expression softening.

“…You know, I was terrified,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “When we found out about you. I didn’t know if I’d be good enough, if I’d be able to protect you. I still don’t know. But I promise, I’m going to try. Every single day.”

Hope gave one last determined attempt at keeping her eyes open, but she was losing the battle. Her tiny fingers loosened slightly, her breathing evened out, and Remus watched in quiet awe as she drifted off completely.

His daughter.

He exhaled slowly, pressing the softest kiss to the top of her head.

“Sleep well, love” he murmured. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He shifted slightly, carefully positioning her so she rested more securely against his chest. He wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight—he didn’t want to sleep. Not yet. Not when he had a lifetime of catching up to do with the daughter he never thought he’d have.

He traced gentle circles on her back, his voice dropping to a soft whisper.

“I hope you know how lucky you are,” he murmured. “Your mother is… well, she’s the best person I know. And you, my darling girl, you are the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

Hope yawned, her tiny mouth opening wide before settling again, and Remus felt something in his chest tighten.

He bent down, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. “You’ll never have to wonder if you’re loved, Hope. Not for a second.”

He had spent his entire life believing he wasn’t worthy of love. That he was a monster. That he would always be on the outside looking in.

But now, sitting here in the dim glow of their bedroom, with his wife sleeping peacefully beside him and his daughter safe in his arms, Remus Lupin finally understood.

He was loved.

He was enough.

And he would spend the rest of his life making sure they knew how much he loved them in return.

Home.

The warm glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the windows of your cozy home, casting a golden hue over the wooden floors. Laughter echoed through the house as Remus sat cross-legged on the floor, his three-year-old daughter, Hope, sitting in his lap, clutching one of her favorite storybooks in her tiny hands.

“Again, Daddy!” she insisted, turning her big brown, inquisitive eyes up at him.

Remus chuckled, smoothing down her messy curls—curls that were a perfect mix of his and yours. “Sweetheart, we’ve read The Little Hippogriff three times already,” he said with amusement. “I think even the book is getting tired.”

Hope pouted dramatically, sticking her bottom lip out in a way that was far too reminiscent of you when you wanted something.

“Please?” she pleaded, batting her long lashes at him.

Remus sighed in mock defeat, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Merlin help me, you’re too cute for your own good,” he murmured before opening the book again.

Hope giggled, snuggling closer to him. “Mummy says the same thing.”

“Of course she does,” he muttered playfully.

Just then, you walked in from the kitchen, a fond smile on your face as you watched the two of them. You had spent the afternoon brewing Remus’ wolfsbane potion, ensuring that everything was ready for the full moon tomorrow. It was a routine you had fallen into easily—one that Hope had grown up with, never once fearing it.

“Still reading the same book?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway.

Hope beamed. “Daddy does all the voices!”

Remus rolled his eyes but smirked. “She refuses to listen unless I make the hippogriff sound very dramatic.”

You laughed, walking over and pressing a kiss to his temple. “That’s because she’s got a taste for theatrics. Wonder where she gets that from?”

Hope tilted her head. “From you, Mummy?”

You grinned. “Absolutely.”

Remus chuckled, closing the book and lifting Hope into his arms as he stood. “Alright, little one, time for a snack. You wore Daddy out.”

Hope gasped. “But you’re a big daddy! You don’t get tired!”

He kissed her cheek. “Trust me, darling, with you around, I definitely get tired.”

Hope giggled, wrapping her small arms around his neck. She was an absolute daddy’s girl through and through. She wanted him to tuck her in at night, hold her hand when she was nervous, and she always wanted to sit in his lap during storytime. If Remus left the room, she’d call after him. If he came home after a long day, she’d come running.

And, of course, she had already figured out what he was.

As Remus carried her into the kitchen, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Tomorrow’s the full moon,” she said matter-of-factly.

Remus and you exchanged a glance. She had learned quickly.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Remus said gently, placing her in her chair at the table.

Hope hummed thoughtfully, swinging her little legs. “Mummy’s gonna give you the yucky potion.”

You laughed as you placed a plate of fruit in front of Hope. “It’s not yucky, baby. It helps Daddy stay himself.”

Hope scrunched her nose. “It smells funny.”

“That’s because potions aren’t meant to taste good, darling,” Remus said, sitting beside her. “But it keeps me safe, and it means I can stay in bed with you and Mummy instead of in the forest.”

Hope nodded. “You don’t scare me, Daddy.”

Remus’ breath caught. You smiled softly, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

“I know, love,” Remus said, brushing her curls back. “But I am still a wolf when the moon is full.”

Hope tilted her head, frowning. “You’re my daddy.”

Remus swallowed hard. Merlin, how had he gotten so lucky?

You smiled. “That’s what I always tell him, too.”

Hope grinned, clearly proud of herself. “Mummy’s right!”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “She usually is.”

Hope stuffed a piece of fruit in her mouth, chewing happily. Then, after a moment, she asked, “Daddy?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can I pet you when you’re a wolf?”

Remus blinked in surprise. You snorted.

“Well,” Remus said, exchanging a look with you, “I suppose… if you’re careful.”

Hope gasped, eyes lighting up. “I can?”

You arched an amused brow at him. “Just don’t let her ride you like a little broomstick, love.”

Hope gasped again, looking between you excitedly. “Can I?!”

Remus groaned, dropping his head to the table while you burst into laughter. “Absolutely not.”

Hope pouted, clearly disappointed, Remus lifted his head. “Nice try, little one. I may be a big wolf, but I am not your personal broomstick.”

You chuckled as you sat beside them, shaking your head in amusement. “You know she’s going to try, right?”

Remus sighed dramatically, reaching for an apple slice. “Yes, and that’s what worries me.”

Hope grinned cheekily, stuffing another piece of fruit into her mouth.

Later that evening, after dinner, the three of you were curled up together in the living room. The fire crackled softly in the fireplace, casting warm golden light across the room. Hope sat in the middle of the couch, snuggled up between both of you, her tiny hands wrapped around a stuffed wolf Sirius had given her for her birthday.

Remus had a book open in his lap, but Hope was far more interested in him than the book. She reached up, her small fingers tracing over the faint scars on his face.

He chuckled softly. "You’re just like your mum, you know that?"

Hope giggled. "Mummy does this too?"

You, curled up on Remus’s other side, smiled. "All the time. Your daddy has the most interesting face."

Remus huffed, amused. "That’s a very kind way to say scarred beyond recognition."

Hope, her little brow furrowing, shook her head. "No, Daddy. Your face is the best."

His heart nearly melted right then and there.

She kept poking at his scars, her tiny fingers soft against his skin. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore, love," he murmured.

Hope studied him with the same serious expression she always had when she was thinking very hard. "You’re like a real-life storybook, Daddy. You have adventures."

You snorted. "Oh, he has adventures, does he?"

Hope nodded, completely serious. "Yes. But not like Uncle Sirius’s adventures. His are bad adventures."

Remus laughed. "Thank Merlin you understand that already."

Hope reached up and patted his cheek gently, as if comforting him. Then she shuffled closer, resting her tiny head against his chest. "I like your wolf."

His arms instinctively tightened around her. "You do, do you?"

Hope nodded sleepily. "Mhm. Mummy says you're a soft wolf. Not scary."

"That's because Mummy is very smart," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

You smirked. "That’s the first correct thing you’ve said all day."

Remus rolled his eyes but he was smiling.

Your little routine continued as usual. Hope insisted that Remus be the one to carry her upstairs, despite the fact that she was perfectly capable of walking. Not that Remus minded—he loved the way she curled up against him, small hands clutching onto his robes as he carried her to bed.

After carefully tucking Hope into bed, Remus sat beside her, brushing her soft curls from her face. She was already half-asleep, but she still managed to grab onto his hand, her little fingers curling around his.

"Stay, Daddy," she mumbled sleepily.

His heart clenched. "Just for a little while, darling."

Hope smiled in her sleep, content, and within moments, her breathing evened out. Remus stayed there for a long time, just watching her. The moonlight streamed through the window, making her features glow, and he could hardly believe she was real—this little person, his daughter.

A warm hand touched his shoulder.

"Come to bed," you whispered softly.

He turned to look at you, and even in the dim light, you were beautiful. He reached for you, pulling you close. "Just give me another moment," he murmured.

You smiled, understanding. "You’ll fall asleep in her bed again."

"I won’t," he promised. "This time."

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

With one last gentle kiss to Hope’s forehead, Remus finally stood, taking your hand and leading you out of the room. He closed the door quietly behind you before pulling you into a warm embrace right there in the hallway.

You melted into him immediately, resting your head against his chest. "You know," you murmured, "I love watching you with her."

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Do you?"

"Mhm," you hummed, tilting your head up to look at him. "You're such a good dad, Rem."

His arms tightened around you at that. He still wasn’t used to hearing it, but every time you said it, it settled something deep in his heart.

"I just… I want to be," he admitted quietly. "For her. For you."

"You are," you promised, reaching up to trace his jaw. "And do you know what else?"

"What?" he asked, amused.

You smirked. "You’re also my very handsome husband, and I think you need a proper goodnight kiss."

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, do I?"

"Yes," you whispered, already leaning up on your toes.

He didn’t hesitate, meeting you halfway, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. You sighed against him, your hands tangling in his hair, and for a moment, the whole world melted away.

When you finally pulled apart, Remus rested his forehead against yours.

"You always do this to me," he murmured, smiling. "Turn my brain to absolute mush."

You grinned. "I have that effect on you, huh?"

Remus huffed a laugh. "Dove, you have every effect on me."

You beamed, absolutely delighted. "Good. That’s exactly how it should be."

Remus let out a soft chuckle, brushing his fingers along your cheek. “You know, tomorrow night, I’ll probably wake up with Hope curled up next to me in wolf form again.”

You smirked. “Mmm, and you love it.”

He sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, yes.”

You laughed, pulling him towards the bed. “Come on, big bad wolf. Let’s get some sleep before your little shadow wakes us up at sunrise.”

Remus followed you without hesitation, wrapping himself around you as you settled in for the night. With you in his arms and your daughter safe in the next room, he had never felt more at peace.

—— 🌙 ——

A note from the author:

Hello my beautiful people!

This took a long while, I know, blame law school for it.

This is officially the last part. This story has a special place in my heart, I loved writing all the ten parts.

I tried my best to put up the most special moments between them, how their story developed since Hogwarts and how it shaped the rest of their lives. And of course, after much time, they came back to the place they started it all, it's a full circle!

Remus being a girl dad was just meant to be. I could not see this Remus being anything else. He was made for it. He was always so caring and loving with his wife, and now he is much more with their daughter. Hope came to make Remus never doubt himself anymore.

Anyways, thank you so so so much for the love this story received, for all the comments, for all the reblogs and mentions of it in other lists.

See you in my next stories!

With love, Izzy! 🤍

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Dead Gay Dad (& Others) From The 70s

Prompt by @moonyscribe — Marauders microfic — POV Harry Potter — Minor Wolfstar. Implied/Referenced Jegulus, Marylily, Gilderat. Word Count: 1319

Harry Potter had seen countless strange things in his nineteen years of life. From being thrown into a world of magic to becoming their savior, it had felt like nothing could truly surprise him anymore. He was wrong, of course, and he realised that as he held a portrait of four ghosts that stared back at him as if they were still alive.

“Well?” His father prompted from within the wooden frame. “Who are you?”

Harry was genuinely speechless. He had seen his father in Snape’s memories but this was different. James could see him—acknowledge him. He couldn’t be more than sixteen but Harry had never known any version of him. He will take what he gets.

“Prongs,” Remus Lupin tugged at his sleeve, demanding his attention. “He looks like you.”

“Right!” Sirius Black agreed wholeheartedly. “It’s like James with green eyes. And a bit older.”

Peter Pettigrew chimed in with, “Maybe it’s James from the future.”

Sirius snorted. “I wasn’t aware that a person’s eye color changes with age.”

The four of them were gathered around in a secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, it seemed, and there was no one else in the frame. They were all dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms as well. At first, when Harry had wedged the portrait from under Sirius’ old desk while cleaning up Grimmauld Place, he had assumed it was a joke of sorts—something Sirius had left behind to annoy his parents, maybe, but the more he looked at the portrait, the more alive it got.

“I’m—my name is Harry,” he forced himself to say. “How are you … I didn’t know portraits could be made like this?”

James grinned, evidently proud of himself. “We didn’t think it would work!” he told him. “We basically trapped our fifteen year old selves in a portrait—it wouldn’t matter if we were alive or dead. This portrait will always have us at this age.”

“We wanted to give it to someone worthy of it,” Sirius added. “But my mother dearest saw it and confiscated it …”

“You are from the future, though, aren’t you?” Peter questioned.

Harry had to bite down on his tongue hard as he nodded. This man was the reason his parents had died, but Harry could not tell them this. If this is a version of them trapped here in time, a happy version of them, then he had no intentions of ruining it. Not because of a crime not yet committed where they are.

“I’m …” Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

James perked up at that. “Are you related to me, then? I’m James Potter,” he said so casually. “Are you my son?”

Harry has been through his fair share of problems but nothing could quite compare to the amount of pain he was in at this moment.

Yes. I’m your son. Hi, Dad.

“No,” he said. “I’m a bit farther from the future … I have a great great grandfather named James Potter.”

The lie was necessary, Harry thought, to ensure that the four of them didn’t find out what happened to them.

“Wait,” Sirius squinted suspiciously. “Do you know about Voldemort? And the war?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah we read a bit about it … Voldemort died, and the war ended ages ago. Everything’s good here in the future.”

It’s not as if Harry didn’t miss Sirius and Remus, too, but he was too distracted by James to notice anyone else’s presence that well.

“That’s amazing!” Peter grinned. “We have been expecting the worst.”

“Yeah, but it’s years into the future,” Remus reasoned. “Who knows what happened in between.”

“He must know,” Sirius gestured towards Harry.

“Wait, who did I marry?” James asked. “Was it Regulus?”

What?

Sirius groaned. “James, you’re not marrying my stupid brother.”

“But, Padfoot—!”

“No!”

“You’re just jealous that he loves me more,” James poked out his tongue at him.

“Low bar,” snorted Remus.

Harry kept blinking at the portrait. Regulus? Regulus Black? Why would James want …. what …

“Regulus,” Harry repeated. “What about Lily?”

“Lily?” James furrowed his brows. “How do you know about her?”

“Er— the … the frame!” Harry said. “It has—well, there’s Lily written on it … so I thought she’s your girlfriend or something …”

Sirius burst out laughing. “Prongs, mate, you’re pathetic.”

“You’re one to talk,” Peter said, amused. “You’re always wrapped around Moony.”

“It’s Moony,” Sirius winked at Remus, who rolled his eyes affectionately. “And the difference is that he actually likes me back.”

What? What? What the fuck?

“Oh, sod off,” James muttered. “I used to have a crush on Lily but I’m with Regulus now,” he explained to Harry. “Lily is with Mary, too. I love them, we’re all friends so it’s not weird or anything.”

“Regulus isn’t our friend,” Sirius corrected.

“He’s my friend,” said Peter.

“And mine,” added Remus.

Sirius sent them all a nasty glare.

James ruffled his hair. “I’m so confused… I don’t even remember putting Lily’s name on the portrait.”

“Let it go,” Remus said. “You doodled it anywhere you could.”

“I suppose …”

“It’s right here,” Harry said confidently this time. “I’m literally looking at it,” he waved a dismissive hand. “So, you two”— he pointed to Remus and Sirius —“are together?”

“Do you mind?” Remus asked pointedly. “You sound a bit homophobic to me.”

“Doesn’t he?” Peter agreed.

“What?” Harry blinked. “No—no! I’m not … I’m just wondering… I thought you guys are friends.”

Sirius arched a brow. “Do friends do this?”

To Harry’s utter horror, Sirius grabbed Remus’ tie and pulled him into an insanely inappropriate kiss. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus.

“Okay, I think he gets it,” James called out to them. “Stop traumatizing Harry.”

“Why, does two men kissing traumatize you?” Peter asked.

Harry had no response to that. He has been staring at Remus and Sirius, jaw dropped, unable to look away even when the two of them had finally broken apart. He had never, once, considered the possibility of the two of them being more than just friends. Or of his father with Regulus Black. Or his mother with someone called Mary.

“Yes, Harry,” Sirius said. “Are the four us being gay traumatizing to you?”

“N-no!” he instantly defended himself because this was obviously not about that. Harry was more upset at how much of their lives will always remain a mystery to him. “Wait—four of you?” He looked at Peter. “You, too?”

James grinned, nudging his friend playfully. “He’s with this bloke called Gilderoy Lockhart.”

Giledory??? Lockhart??? And Peter???

“Neat,” said Harry, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say to all these insane revelations?

“It is neat,” James nodded. “So is Regulus.”

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius hit his shoulder.

“I’m with someone, too,” Harry said directly to James, because he wanted him to know. “Her name is Ginny.”

“Yeah?” James seemed interested. “That’s a sweet name, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Yes. I think you both would get along!” he said. “She plays Quidditch, and I know you used to as well. She’s a professional.”

“Really?” James matched his smile. “That’s so cool! What position does she play?”

“She’s a Chaser.”

“Like me!”

“Like you,” Harry confirmed. “I play too! I’m a Seeker.”

James laughed fondly. “So you’re like me and Regulus, but opposite.”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “And she’s my best friend’s little sister.”

Remus and Peter snickered.

Sirius passed James and Harry a very unimpressed look. “You Potters have it in your genes to go after your best friend’s little siblings, do you?”

James pursed his lips in amusement. “We do, don’t we, Harry?”

“My best friend wasn’t dramatic at all about it,” Harry added just to tease Sirius a bit. “He gave me his blessings and everything.”

“You see!” James jumped at the opportunity. “Why won’t you give me your blessings too, Padfoot?”

Sirius scowled.

Harry and James both grinned.

[ethereacals]

“mini-me”

synopsis; your little sister captures the hearts of your boyfriends, you may even say she has a little crush on james.

contents; sexual activity mentioned, fem!reader, reader has a cute lil sister, poly!marauders, james has baby fever, you have baby fever, i have baby fever, everyone has baby fever

warnings; none! just a brief mention of sex but nothing bad (;

a/n; i’ve been daydreaming about this fic for so long

“NESSIE! FINALLY MY BEST FRIEND IS BACK!"

roared a thunderous James Potter who’d spotted your little sister— Vanessa.

Nessie was all over the boys, and they were all over her. she was a first-year hufflepuff and a true sweetheart.

Sirius silently adored how similar you two looked, it was like looking at twins— except one of them happened to be five years older than the other.

He was too afraid and stubborn to admit it, but Nessie gave him a heavy dose of baby fever.

was she a baby? no, not even close. but something about her cheeky smile, the way her robes hung over her like how a child pretending to be an adult’s would, and how her hand (which was considerably smaller than his) slid into yours lovingly at any given time.

maybe it was just that he wanted to see you as a mom, or that he longed for a family that was warm and loving.

“y/n, dear.” Sirius caught your attention quickly, even though you were watching James ramble on to Nessie like it was an oscar award winning film.

“hm—?” you hummed, attempting to pry your eyes away from the sweet scene.

“what do you think i’d-be like?”

“what do i think what would be like?”

“you know, having kids.” he could tell from your flustered expression that to were certainly not expecting that.

“o-oh… w-well…”

luckily the conversation had been interrupted by one Nessie.

Nessie ended her conversation with James, earning a “hey!” when she walked away from him.

“Siri.” she tugged in his sleeve.

“yes, darling?”

she blushed at the pet name, and started twirling her hair.

“um.. will you guys take me to Hogsmeade…?”

“Hogsmeade? Ness, only third years and over can go to Hogsmeade—“

“Professor Mcgonagall said if i went with you then it would be alright!”

She tugged on Sirius’ slightly oversized leather jacket once more, as he stumbles from the unexpected tug.

“whats going on in here— AGH!”

Remus stumbled backwards as Nessie pounced on top of him like some wild animal who was about to feed on him.

“hi— oof— hi Nessie.”

Remus was taken aback by the little first year jumping around in him in a circle chanting;

“i’m going to Hogsmeade!”

“Ness, he gets it.” You groaned from your position on James’ lap.

“Get off!!” Nessie shoved you with all of her pre-puberty force.

“N-Nessie!” you ‘gently’ hit the bedpost as Nessie locked herself onto James.

“What candy is she on? Pixi Stix?”

“Oh, suck my dick, Moony.”

“Gladly—“

“Oi!” Barked James.”

“whats a dick?”

“Nessie—..”

HOGSMEADE was beautiful in summer time.

obviously— it wasn’t summer yet, but with April coming to a close and blossoming like a flower, you could basically say it was summertime.

you walked along with Remus and Sirius, as Nessie was hanging around with James as they skipped ahead down the alleys and walkways of Hogsmeade.

you adored James, and how sweet he was to your sister, she was such a sweet kid and deserved the love.

"James?" Nessie stopped skipping for a moment, keeping a steady walking pace instead.

"Hm?"

"Do you love my sister?"

"I do."

"so why don't you marry her?" Sirius burst into a quiet laughter, and Remus tucked the hysterical boy into his chest.

"i- marry her? i'd love too, but we're a bit young."

“but Snow White was 14 when she got married.”

“Oh.” James was clearly a bit flustered, his cheeks turned to a shade of pink.

Remus watched his lovers interact with Nessie, and it sparked something deep inside him.

Remus (until now) had ruled out a happy ending for himself.

being a lycanthrope, he never wanted to pass that burden to his child. so he couldn’t— no, wouldn’t have kids.

but somehow, someway, as he watched you with your little sister. he realized how badly he wanted you to be a mom.

for the first time, Remus realized that he could live happily.

“Remus? are you alright?” You tapped his shoulder rapidly, and he snapped out of his trance.

“Y-yes, sorry I got distracted.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” you smiled brightly up to him, the smile he was so in love with.

the smile he wanted his kids to have.

*

you four dropped Nessie off back at her common room, and Sirius immediately sprung onto you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Siri?” you asked through soft giggles.

“I can’t wait to have a kid with you.”

[traumatizedforthebit]

My Mauraders era headcannons!

Starting off strong- Ships:

• Platonic moonwater and/or fake dating to make James & Sirius jealous (and vise versa for prongsfoot)

• Bartylus was 100% a “horny teenagers figuring shit out” type of relationship, basically fwb with strong platonic love. Regulus also played a huge part in Rosekiller getting together

• Wolfstar being incredibly PDA for the bit, being obnoxiously all over each other in public, I’m talking aggressively horny & absolutely filthy, but in private being gentle & slow

• Jegulus where James never really got past the butterflies faze, being married for years and still freaking the fuck out when Reg flirts with him. Transmasc Regulus being confident/demanding and cis James absolutely melting for it

• Rosekiller but it’s needy attention whore Barty and Evan who will completely ignore him just to make him more needy, but also soft and snuggly when they want to be

• Enemies to lovers Dorlene

General character HCs:

• Trans masc reg ( @my-castles-crumbling ‘s clandestine my beloved)

• French Black brothers

• POC Rosier twins

• Tattoo artist Evan

• Tattooed af Barty

• POC James

• Peter is 100% a girls girl, incredible taste in fashion and a huge gossip

• Lily is not the Hermione 1.0 geniuses character, she’s a good student but not really outstanding

• Reg and Sirius have a healthy relationship

• Bi James

• Aroace spectrum Peter

• Chronically ill/ mobility aid user Remus

• Barty is an incredible artist (seriously if you haven’t read choke chain by amandarin_orange21 you haven’t lived)

• Literally anyone being trans masc (I’m transmasc, any transmasc character and you’ll see my feet kicking)

• Rosekiller open relationship and/or just flirting with any and everyone

• Sirius & James tell eachother absolutely everything, no matter how personal, Same with Dorcas & Reg

• Regulus, Barty, Evan Trio

• Hopeless romantic James

• Pandora is a cat person okay this is just fact

• Dorcas is the Skittles mom friend

• platonic Jilly but James is just a dumbass and Lily makes sure he doesn’t die

I definitely have more I just can’t think of them right now

Okay now just random stuff not necessarily HCs:

• Im such a sucker for a collage AU, Barty, Evan & Reg roommates

• Truth or dare type confessions oh my god yes

• surprisingly I like streamer AUs a lot where Chat is shipping them (cough cough, feel free to recommend some)

• again trans Regulus black getting the respect he deserves

• skittles being absolutely feral

• Best friends brother/ Brothers best friend Jegulus

• Roadtrip AU

• Rosekillerstarchaser or Barty/Evan/Regulus

• Study buddies moonwater

• Texting/groupchats

Okey dokey that’s all that comes to mind but prepare for more (and please ask questions I could talk about this forever)

[blitheringmcgonagall]

It has been accurately pointed out to me by @in-flvx that Remus is the one doing the 40 line staring at Sirius, as he damn well should be:

It starts with “Lupin's eyes were fixed on Sirius” and ends exactly forty lines later with “… Lupin quietly looking away from Sirius at last.” This means that Remus was staring at Sirius for at least a minute or two.

I mean, who wouldn’t, right?

All I’m saying is, there no way Sirius Black was unaware of this at the time. His peripheral vision is enhanced since he became a dog and he can feel Remus’ gaze on him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. And he’s looking back, stealthily, probably thinking “WFT is he looking at? Do I have some of Molly’s cake on my face? Is he looking at my gaunt, lacklustre skin thinking how much I’ve aged?” (Or some other posh equivalent thought).

(Remus Oblivious Lupin doesn’t even notice Sirius’ Forty Line Eye Twitch 👀 👀👀🤦‍♀️)

The marauders in Harry's mind are called James, Sirius, Lupin, and Wormtail