#❛ the wolf ❜ [ muse; remus lupin ]

[pcrfectstorms]

━━ ✦ remus lupin childhood headcanons

━━ ✦ where he's from; lyall lupin met his muggle wife hope in sydney, australia while on assignement by the ministry to document and study the discovery of several new species of magical creatures. for the first three years of his life remus grew up under the hot australian sun, until his father's assignment was over and the lupin family moved back to britain, settling back in the welsh countryside.

━━ ✦ growing up with lycanthropy; after remus was bitten, and afflicted with lycanthrope at age five, his father became obsessed with finding a cure, shipping his small child all over the wizarding world in search to no avail for a cure, it caused a lot of fights and turmoil between hope and lyall; hope who wanted her baby to have as normal a childhood as possible, despite being far from what humans or wizards alike would consider 'normal'. this of course, lead little remus to being accutely aware from a young age that he was not like his peers; that he was different, wrong, something to be hidden away, something shameful, and that seed grew within remus.

after much heated discussion it was decided that remus would attend a muggle school in his early years, hope was adamant that he should recieve a properly rounded education, especially if he were to go off to hogwarts in his secondary school years. lyall did protest this, insisting that remus attend a magical primary school but ultimately it was battle that hope won, and remus attended the local village primary school a year later than his peers at age six, however his childhood outside of school was lonely, his father too afraid to let him out of his sight for long, so while his peers enjoyed school trips and sleepover, and play dates with friends, remus was alone for a lot of his early years. so, he found solace in books, in fantasy worlds where he wasn't the outsider, the freak, the secret -- he would spend hours lost in books, his mother would read to him often, and he treassured that time with her. unlike his father she didn't treat him like he was an abomanation, something to be fixed, to hope, he was just her little remy.

as a direct result of his fathers distain for his condition, remus didn't think much of the magical world, he thought it to be judgemental and cruel, so when his invitation to hogwarts arrived on the morning of his 11th birthday on the 10th of march 1971 he wasn't much impressed, however despite his reservations at hogwarts he made some of the very best friends he could have ever wished for, and soon enough, he went from being a lonely child with no friends to three of the very best friends he could have wished for in the form of james potter, sirius black and peter pettigrew. a little later came along the girls too, the m&m's as remus would affectionately call them - mary macdonald and marlene mckinnon, and of course last but not least his very good friend lily evans.

━━ ✦ worth noting; that while my remus is trans masc, i have little intention of making that a central focus on his character development, especially within magical verses, however in non-magical verse this will explored a little more, as my entire reason for headcanoning him as trans is 1) a fuck you to jkr and 2) because werewolves and vampires have long been used as an allegory for queer in cinema and literature, and thus, makes more sense for this to play a more central role in non-magical verses. he's still trans, and idgaf that its the 70's in canonical marauders timelines, trans people have always existed.

[aurynsia]

Like Real People Do

Remus Lupin x Animagus!Reader

Summary: Fox Animagus!Reader falls in love with Remus after waking up next to him in the hospital wing...

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and scars, reader is fem presenting and referred to with she/her pronouns, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst, only one mention of the other Marauders

Word Count: 1.1K

Masterlist

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Streams of light trickled down your face, soft skin slick with sweat that reflected the natural glow beaming from the window above. A beating pulse ran through your head, only worsening with every slight move you made to sit up in a bed that wasn’t your own.

You groaned at the feeling of hospital sheets weighing your body down, cascading down your form to pool around your hips as you straightened your back to stretch.

Your body ached with harsh evidence of the night before, and a pained cry bounced around the walls as you twisted and turned. A cry that was not your own.

Blinking once, twice, you turned your attention to the figure sat beside you, positioned to mirror you in a bed adorned with thin sheets that had crumpled under the weight of a restless sleep.

Remus Lupin stared wide-eyed at your torn body after stretching a muscle or two, gaze flickering from your face to the scars trailing down your back. You observed him with a similar curiosity, memorising every cut and tear blessing his soft skin.

“Seems we both got into some trouble, then…” you mused, voice laced with the remnants of sleep. The Gryffindor gazed at you with a shy blush dancing on each cheek, smiling bashfully despite his aching pains.

His gaze fell below yours once again, eyes growing wider before looking away towards his own torso. You followed his previous stare with a puzzled expression before grabbing at the sheets around you to cover your exposed bra, blushing in a deep embarrassment that Remus could only describe as endearing.

“I suppose you also…transform?” He said cautiously, careful to not expose himself as an Animagus if he misjudged you. “Yeah I- transform,” you responded with his own word choice, “Though sometimes I can’t control it, last night wasn’t meant to happen…” you trailed off.

He gave you a pitiful smile, shifting to face you while stretching his arm behind his neck, “I know what you mean, I transform every full moon…” he hints.

Remus was a quiet, caring boy, completely unlike his Animagus form. You had spoken a handful of times before about your shared love for Defence Against the Dark Arts. You had clearly underestimated your overwhelming similarities that you unpicked like the sleeves of an unraveling sweater over the unlikely pillow talk that followed your chance encounter.

You quickly discovered that you were the sly, red fox to his dark, brooding wolf, a fact that made you all the more drawn to the boy. You carefully moved to sit on his hospital bed despite your growing pains, whispering in soft understanding as you both awaited Madam Pomfrey’s dotting care.

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A few months later and the leaves have shifted to a golden hue since that bright summer’s morning, only visible under the full moon. You stalked through the forbidden forest, walking in line with Remus’ large dorm.

Aching from a night of battles and mischief, your sleek auburn body began to shift uncomfortably in your pace as you found yourself becoming more human by the minute.

You had grown all but inseparable with the werewolf after that fateful morning, quickly falling into a comfortable routine of tracing each other’s scars while muttering praises of admiration.

The bright moon illuminated your path, your boyfriend’s fierce eyes softened with a lidded gaze under the rays of light.

The sun threatened to tip over the horizon in a mere few hours as you slunk home side by side with the strong wolf. You fought back sleep, foxy red hair shining in Hogwarts’ glow as you clambered along the stone path.

You had never longed for the awkward feeling of hospital fabrics across your aching body as much as you did on this tiring night. Your monthly visits to hospital beds were no longer lonely as you entered hand in hand with the tall boy every time, relaxing under the cooling touch of mattress to skin.

Fully transformed and gripping the walls of the castle, you groaned as you began to sulk in the direction of Madam Pomfrey, as you had done every other treacherous night out.

“L-love, wait a minute,” Remus called in a stutter, “why don’t we just tend to ourselves tonight?”

Stopping in your tracks, you pondered his proposition for a moment, head aching as you turned to look between your boyfriend and the entrance to the hospital wing further down the hall.

“I’ll fix you up while you tend to me. We…we can fall asleep in each other’s arms, just for one night,” he continued to hiss and groan, holding his side with one hand while reaching for you with the other, “Like a- a normal couple…”

Silently, you nodded at the pleading boy with a pained smile, moving into lean against his tall body, adorned with scars. You limped in tow towards the Gryffindor dorms, contact unwavering at his decorated side.

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The door to the Marauder’s dorm closed with a soft thud, Remus making sure to not alert his roommates to your arrival.

You tossed yourself onto his bed, closing the surrounding curtains as Remus fetched various remedies from his desk. He slid between the fabric enclosure as you muttered a silencing charm before letting out a pained sigh.

Remus made quick work of your wounds, applying ointment to your bare back before you did the same. The night air pushed a refreshing breeze through the dorm’s open window that shifted the fabric surrounding you like waves over land.

Overwhelmed with relief from the mutual healing, you pushed yourself down to splay across the bed, joining your boyfriend with your head to his pillow.

“We are a normal couple, you know,” you murmured, “well, as normal as we can get. Hospital wing visits will never change that.” Remus gazed into your glossy eyes, slick with sleep. “I know, love, I know. It’s just- nights like these make me want to fall asleep with my girl in my arms, like real people do…”

You hummed at his reply, lips forming a soft smile as you inched closer to the werewolf. “We are real. This is real.” You planted a delicate kiss to his pink lips, his eyes fluttering closed at the contact, in sync with your own.

“This is real.”

You encircled his legs with your own, blending your face with his chest and your hands with the back of his neck. He nuzzled into your hair, muttering sweet nothings as you drifted to sleep.

“I love you, sweet fox,” he spoke softly, only to be met with the quiet snores of his sleeping girlfriend, before joining you in slumber.

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[calliopesdiary]

i wish i were heather...

synopsis: you were under the impression that you were stable in your secret long-term relationship with three of the four marauders, until it becomes clear that you aren't the girl they want anymore. (so you think). will you lose them before its too late? or have you already?

pairings: fem!reader x poly!marauders ` poly!marauders x lily evans

warnings: NO LILY SLANDER!! SHE'S PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND ITS NOT HER FAULT!!, cusswords, ANGST, depressing, a blip of reader skipping meals on the radar but it's srsly nothing crazy, insecure reader, the marauders besides peter are dicks, reader is a little naive, the marauders borderline cheat on you, no happy ending, there might still be one thoughhh, possibly slytherin!reader if you squint?,

part one in the conan gray series

A/N!!: In some of the fic i use colors to represent a certain character! Orange is Lily, Red is James, and Green is Barty :3

wc; 2.4k

LIFE WAS AMAZING, which is not usually how stories begin.

You felt so safe and secure in your secret relationship with Hogwarts' once most eligible bachelors... The Marauders.

The rush of excitement that coursed through your veins every time you shared a hidden glance with Remus, or hiding in the showers of the Gryffindor boys locker room with James after his quidditch victory, and sneaking off to empty classrooms where anyone from anywhere could catch you with Sirius.

It was heavenly, these boys were all you would ever need.

until... now.

You were in Remus' sweater, he said it looked better on you than it did him. If only he knew how much you liked him...

The fireplace erupted with a citrine glow, illuminating the Gryffindor common room beautifully.

Most impactfully, it lit up Remus' scar-kissed features.

His freckles looked as if they were painted onto his face with careful hands by a renaissance painter.

His eyes half-lidded from his lack of sleep from the incoming full moon that was slowly approaching, it pained you to know how much they hurt him.

For once, Remus wasn't in a sweater. Since his was rested comfortably on your body, as your scent comforted The Wolf greatly.

And his scent comforted you, too.

Remus' book had suddenly landed on your lap, and though it startled you a bit. You didn't bother to ask why, until you sat up.

Remus was locked in a passionate conversation with Gryffindor's resident golden girl, Lily Evans.

"Evans, it's lovely to see you."

"Same to you, Lupin."

Godric, was she beautiful.

"I just stopped by to see if you had gotten any of the Defence Against The Dark Arts homework done?"

Lily Evans was as radiant as an angel who blessed anyone with her presence.

"I have; actually, I just finished my paper."

Remus seemed mesmerized by her, the golden gleam from the fire painting her features gorgeously in that same citrine glow as Remus'.

"Could I have a look of it? Not to copy it- obviously, I just want to see how others are wording the question."

You weren't even half as pretty as Lily.

"Of course, and I know you'd never cheat."

"You're the smartest witch in our year."

You tried not to mind other girls flirting with your boys.

Just because you knew that later that night they'd be back to your boys again, and only yours.

As she was about to go, she planted a soft kiss on the side of Remus' cheek, leaving him blushing softly as he bid her goodbye.

Your heart clenched, it was merely a pleasantry. You were being dramatic.

"Are you alright, dove?" Your head perked up at the sound of Remus' voice.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You mused, albeit a bit absentmindedly.

"Are you tired?" He asked carefully.

"I am, actually..." You forced a sweet smile onto your lips, as he leaned down to kiss them softly.

That kiss was the last one that felt anything more than a chore, an obligation.

That was also your last kiss with Remus.

Cheering James on at the quidditch pitch was just the thrill you needed after that melancholy moment with Remus.

He soared through the field like he was on top of the world, the players scattered around the pitch for one common goal: to win.

Gryffindor had won the game with 60 points, and James had caught the snitch like usual.

This game was also a rain game.

Just as you were about to head down to showers when you spotted Lily excitedly trailing after James.

You knew full well that James chased Lily tirelessly since they started school, that was also well before you came into the picture.

You also knew that she wanted nothing to do with him or the other marauders, so what was with her infatuation now?

Why your boys? She couldn't find her own boys?

But maybe she was just being friendly, right? The boys would never ever cheat on you... right?

You heard Lily giggle as James so graciously held the curtain open for her to enter the locker room, and your heart clenched.

You followed them in, jealously.

"James?" You called, as James poked his head from the changing area. Sweat glistening off his abs.

"Hi, Y/N." He shut the curtain behind him, as if he had something to hide.

Also; he barely just called you by your first name.

"You didn't come to see me after the game?" You questioned, grazing his cheek gently as he spoke."

"Sorry, Y/N. It was a long one." He excused, as he clearly looked a bit flushed.

"You look red, are you dehydrated?"

"Godric, y/n. you are hardly my mum."

You giggled as if it was a joke, yet he seemed quite stone faced.

You cleared your throat embarrassingly once you realized.

"I... just wanted to congratulate you on another win." You forcefully smiled again.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that." Then, he flashed his classic grin at you.

The grin he hadn't flashed at you since he realized he genuinely liked you.

What the fuck?

"Victory kiss?" You asked quietly, with some false hope mixed in.

"Of course." He pecked your forehead quickly, before hurrying off back to his changing area.

And with that, you had also left the steamy tent and outside into the cool, soft rain once more.

A forehead kiss? whenever he used to give you victory kisses they'd be full-on make outs in that same changing room or the showers.

James was falling out of love with you, and you knew it.

Luckily, you could easily disguise your tears with the excuse of it raining.

"Victory kiss?" Lily mewled, from her position on the stool in his changing spot.

"Just on the forehead, lovely."

You stopped showing up to breakfast, as the one time you decided to go Lily was sat in your spot next to Sirius.

Dorcas was nearly at her wits end with the boys and their antics.

The motley crew of Slytherins were the only ones who knew of your relationship, and they were pissed off.

"Treasure, surely they aren't fucked enough to know that you are the best thing they've ever had!" Barty explained, laying upside-down on his bed across from you.

"I-It's no use, Jr." You cried softly, mirroring his position yet on your bed instead. The tears (and blood) rushing to your hairline instead of your face because Dorcas said 'Your makeup is too pretty to ruin, love.' .

"There is a use, Y/L/N. we'll kill them-"

"Jr, absolutely not." Regulus chided, rubbing your shoulder. "She's clearly upset, I don't see the issue."

"Murder is never a good option, Barty." Dorcas scolded gently.

"So what are we gonna do then? My Treasure can't go on like this!"

"You said you've already talked to James and Remus? Maybe you can go talk to... eh... Sirius." Clearly, that name was hard for Regulus to get out.

"*Sniff* yeah, yeah- I'll go talk to him..." You sat up half-hazardously, and strutted out of the dorm-room to go (hopefully) save your relationship.

You still remember the third of December.

Sirius lounged on the couch while speaking with the other marauders, about some sort of prank on the other group of Slytherins.

"And then, we'll-"

"Hi, Siri." You sat next to him, beaming up at him (hopefully).

"...y/n." He greeted casually, before continuing to talk.

Your smile faded, as he continued to talk to your other boyfriends friends about this horrible prank.

Instead of leaving, you sat quietly next to them, as if you were some decoration or trophy wife.

This was truly your breaking point, as you saw Lily sit down on the couches of the common room as she caught all of their attention, you hadn't seemed to do that for ages. Though, she was wearing something familiar...

Remus'... sweater...

Remus'- YOUR Remus' sweater.

"How's it look?" Lily asked, giving them a twirl. Their eyes locked on her.

"Gorgeous, doll." Sirius flirted, shooting her a wink.

"Truly a sight for sore eyes." James grinned.

"It looks better on you than it did me." Remus took her hand and helped her sit down on the couch in between him and James.

That's exactly what he said to you...

He put his arm 'round her shoulder,

suddenly you got colder.

She's got them mesmerized... while you die.

But how could you hate her?

She's such an angel...

But then again you wished she were dead.

"Why would you ever kiss me?" You asked impulsively.

"What?" James looked up from Lily, all eyes on you.

"I mean- I'm not even half as pretty."

"Y/n, You're overthinking it-" Remus started it.

"You gave her your sweater!" You shot back.

"It's just polyester!" Remus defended.

"But you like her better." You felt the tears rush to your waterline.

"We're done." You whispered, leaving Lily looking so confused and the common room dead quiet.

"What does she mean by that...?" Lily seemed horrified.

"We... weren't really dating.." Sirius attempted to defend.

"Yes, we were, you tosser!" James shoved him.

"You said yourself that you were bored of her!" Remus stated matter-of-factly.

"Was I seriously the other woman?" Lily mewled, her hands clutching the sides of her head.

"Nonono- No, we were planning to break up with her but- because we all wanted you-" Sirius tried again.

"Then don't fuck around with her feelings just to get me!" Lily yelled, standing up quickly.

"I appreciate the admiration- but I need time to process, okay? You all were absolute... arseholes to her, I'll admit." Lily started,

"Are you saying no?" James quickly cut in.

"...No..." Lily ended.

After crying your eyes out to Barty and Regulus over your breakup, December 7th rolled around.

The day that students were meant to be studying for their OWLS and other end of term exams.

You would usually be in the library 24/7.

Lily, had finally come around and accepted the boys' proposal, and their relationship became public quickly.

Lily obviously still felt this bitter taste of guilt in her mouth, as did all of them.

So today, Lily had convinced them all to apologize to you for borderline cheating and lying and manipulating and gaslighting-.

But, you were nowhere to be found.

"Regulus! Regulus, wait up!" Lily ran through the hallways to get to her.

"Evans, Brother.. Potter... and Lupin.." She said those last three names with utter disgust.

"We're trying to find Y/n, have you seen her?" Remus asked quietly, he was definitely feeling the most guilt.

"Y/n? Well, If she was here, I think she'd completely refuse to see you lot." Regulus explained bluntly.

"W-What do you mean "If she was here"?" James questioned.

"I mean, Her, Junior., and the Rosier twins completed their OWLS early and hightailed it to Junior's holiday house for the rest of the break." He explained casually.

"What?" Sirius scowled.

"What the hell is my girl-... Y/n doing with them?" James had the same expression as Sirius.

"They are simply better friends then you were to her, hm? I don't blame her."

"When will she be back?" Lily asked breathlessly.

"End of December, If she ever returns." Regulus strolled away, potions book in hand.

"...We fucked up."

Fin.

[ma1dita]

Hiii. Can I get one ticket for "and they were brommates". Starring Remus Lupin with a popcorn 🍿 and a chocolate 🍫 please?

hungry like the wolf

[STARRING: REMUS LUPIN x reader ; “Just forget you saw this happen.” “Really? Now? God, you have terrible timing.”  wc: 1.5k warnings: none. remus is a weirdo just as god intended. no plot. he’s also a panty sniffer. kind of a crackfic i wont lie… muggle!reader; title like the duran duran song]

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You’re convinced your new roommate hates you. 

Honestly, it was just your luck that your apartment resident portal matched you with a rando that won’t tell you any details about his home life, the fancy boarding school he went to, or anything he does for work (he’s in law enforcement, he says—though you’ve thrown his worn laundry in the dryer for him before with no evidence of a uniform and he’s always been pretty frugal… maybe he’s a clerk?).

Totally not suspicious at all.

But rent is fucking expensive these days for you to not have a roommate, and he seems nice enough, for now. Remus plays Bowie on his record player in the evenings at respectable volumes, washes the dishes since you hate doing them and always leaves chocolate for you with little notes if he’s going out to see his mother who gets sick a lot.

Plus, he’s pretty handy around the apartment—so much so that a single woman like you can’t complain—he reaches for things on high shelves, carries all your groceries in from the car, and minds his business for the most part until his friends come over—which makes the million dollar question: why doesn’t he live with them? The boys come over and knock down your door, then Sirius and James always drag you out for a pint  instead of leaving you to work on your thesis while the other rat-faced one eats all your snacks and… Remus just sits there with his nose scrunched up not saying anything, always on edge. He just sits uncomfortably at the opposite end of the room all bunched up like he’s ready to run at any given moment.

Maybe he tolerates you at best, a few nods and soft ‘Hello’s are all you get throughout the week. Or maybe you have bad breath? Is that why in the half year you two have lived together you haven’t been together for more than 10 minutes?

What’s worse is that he’s painfully attractive. Like rugged, in a sexy, 2000s male lead in a rom-com sort of way, his thick brows always furrowed and an expression that makes you think that he has something to get off his chest, but he never says more than a handful of words. In short, the only possible reason for your roommate avoiding you is that Remus Lupin hates you with his entire being.

It has to be.

You’re convinced of the fact on a particular Friday night as you hop around the apartment with one boot on, your belt unbuckled, and hair still sopping wet. It’s a rare occasion for you to go out with your own friends and not hole yourself up at home, but the cabin fever is starting to make you itch. Remus has been watching your figure bob around your shared place, eyes bouncing back and forth like a ping pong ball. His scarred hands are gripping his mug tightly as he takes a large sip of tea, terrible posture evident in the way he’s draped over the settee.

“M’going out tonight,” you muse, smiling at him as you walk down the hallway, peeking at your reflection in the bathroom mirror before turning to him. Remus nods politely, “Right. That’s good.” You don’t think you’ve heard him say more than a sentence and so you shrug, leaning against the doorway, “You got plans tonight?”

“Staying in. Feeling a bit under the weather,” he gulps. Remus is tucked under the periwinkle throw blanket you got from TK Maxx for the sofa you both found on Facebook marketplace. He looks cozy, snuggling into the fleece and watching you brush your hair with his tired eyes.

“Aw, Remus. You gonna be alright?”

He sniffs, his face making that pinchy expression again as you come near, “S’all good. You should get going, don’t wanna be late for your…thing.” He doesn’t mean to be rude, but you’re too overwhelming the way you are, your scent permeating through the air even from his spot on the couch and it’s taking all of his willpower to tone down his furry little problem that begs for a taste. He looks away, physically biting his tongue as a reminder.

Now your face scrunches at his reaction, not understanding why he’s so detached from your niceties. Spinning around until your eyes flicker to the mirror and your form, you close the bathroom door gently, before inspecting yourself meticulously. Your outfit is new, and you’ve just sprayed on your favorite perfume earlier… maybe….

You raise an armpit and take a sniff.

Nope. 

What the fuck is this guy’s problem?

After a small pep talk, you swing the door open and step out. Surely, he’ll tell you what’s wrong if you ask him upfront. Sure, it might be ill-timed to get into a conversation that might make or break your living arrangement right before you go out to the club with your friends, but as you’re pacing down the hall you think there is no better time to do it. It would eat at you all night and ruin your fun, after all.

The living room is empty now, blanket folded over and draped on the ottoman and you swivel towards the other end of the hall, “Remus?” you call out meekly. So much for confidence. He’s probably went to bed, or again he just hates you. 

There’s a slight chill when you stick your hand out the window, so you make your way over to the laundry room where you left your leather jacket last, and when you go to flick the light on—-

There stands your lovely roommate, sniffing a black polka-dotted pair of your panties.

“WHATTHEFUCK?” “MERLIN!”

You’re pointing at each other, mouths gaping in shock as he backs towards the washing machine as he chokes on his spit, face as red as a tomato, “I can explain!’

“Oh you better! I….” you blurt, scanning the room for a weapon and swinging the bottle of detergent at his head, “Talk, freak!”

“I thought you LEFT ALREADY!”

The look on your face is more mortified than he thought it would be but how does he explain that every inch of this place smells of you? Your pheromones reek from your pores like a sultry perfume and he can’t get enough, unconsciously walking closer like a cartoon character hypnotized by the smell of pie. Stumbling over a discarded piece of clothing, he staggers back as you get in his face and whack him in the chest, once with your hand and then twice with your jacket you were looking for.

“You—fucking—weirdo!”

Remus flinches, raising his arms against your attack, “Godric, just forget you saw this happen, please—OW!” Eyes fixed in a glare, you stand in front of him with a finger prodding at his chest, “Give that back!”

“They’re clean!”

Your hands wrench the cotton out of his hands and hold them close to your chest, “They’re NOT! Lie to me again and I swear I’ll call the police!” The sandy-haired man throws his head back seemingly in laughter and you purse your lips, realizing that he is the police, in some sorts. Unless that’s a lie too.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” Remus grumbles as he takes a deep breath, “Let me explain, I… I can’t help it. You smell too good.”

What the fuck.

From the way your eye is twitching and how your chest is heaving as you clutch your panties, he knows it’s not a good enough response but fuck there’s a lot on the line here, and he doesn’t know where to start, “I…fucking hell, I’m a werewolf, okay?”

“Really? Now? God, you have terrible timing.” 

Remus blinks slowly, and you laugh at him, jaw still tense but at least you’re laughing at him, “I mean really, you have to come up with better excuses—I kinda had a hunch after our 3rd full moon and you left to go see your mom. Is she even really sick? You’ve giving the woman bad karma.”

He shakes his head, jaw gaping at how nonchalantly a muggle is taking this news. Shouldn’t you be running away in fear by now? Clearing his throat, “Um, yeah. So your pheromones,” he sniffs, “smell really, really good to me. Like a seven layer chocolate cake. I think our cycles are matched up.”

Is that his idea of a joke?

At least he doesn’t hate you, you reason, slowly closing the door to the laundry room behind you with a quirk in your lip, “I thought I smelled bad or something, with the way you look at me.”

“I think my face just looks like this. M’sorry. You’re not scared?”

He’s closer to you now, arms circling your frame like a predator on the prowl, waiting for you to make a move. But you step closer to him, baring your neck and giving him permission to eat you up if he wishes. Licking your lips, you whisper, “James almost blew up my cellphone with his wand last week when I tried to show him a Youtube video. You’re all weird ones, aren’t you?”

“That okay?” 

The silence in the small room feels reverent now, his fingers pressing against your wrists as he holds them at your waist—voice so low it makes you shiver.

“I didn't say it was a bad thing.”

Hopefully he can think of a way to make it up to you. But the way you let him graze his nose up your arm and back you against the door as he takes a big, deep inhale….is a good start.

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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!

[fourmoony]

𝐨𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬' 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝟖𝟏𝟕 - masterlist

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"I want one." I'd said, without even thinking.

Harry had just started to crawl. Lily was hovering over him rather nervously, wand at the ready to fix any bumps or bruises whilst James (who was very frazzled, but also very chuffed for his son) tried to figure out how to work the 'bloody muggle photo-thingy'.

Inside the Potter's living room, filled with laughter and joy, and so so much love for each other (and Baby Harry) it was all too easy to forget about the war. It was easy to forget the identifying questions James had made us answer on arrival, or the incantation we'd had to perform just to be able to see James and Lily's home. It was easy to forget the missions Sirius and Remus were being sent on, stretching out over weeks and days, or the missing muggles, witches and wizards, the rising death toll, the insistent nagging from The Dark Lord to change allegiances and join him.

On a lazy Sunday, where Lily would make soup and crusty rolls for lunch, and a roast for tea, where James and Sirius would spend hours transforming between their anamagi to amuse Baby Harry and Remus would read aloud whilst Peter and I played chess, it was easy to forget everything wrong with the world. It was so easy to just exist.

Remus looked up over the cover of his book and then down at his nephew, who was now sitting atop Padfoot, his father laughing maniacally whilst Lily shooed them out of the kitchen. He smiled an odd sort of smile, like he hadn't expected the words to come out of my mouth at all. Ever. Honestly, neither had I. Having children had been the last thing on my mind, in that time. But seeing the joy that Harry had brought to our friends, the life that Lily and James were building for him - it inspired me.

"Well," Remus mused, sitting his book down on the coffee table - careful to mind the cups of scattered tea everywhere - "I'll distract Lily. You could take Prongs in a duel. Easy."

His smile was wicked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he came from the single arm chair to the sofa I was stretched across. He lifted my legs, sat them back on his lap, arm stretched along the back of the sofa behind me. I rolled my eyes at him, pouting, "You know fine well that's not what I meant, Lupin."

Remus laughed. A rare laugh, these days. My heart melted. He looked so much like the boy I'd fallen in love with all those years ago - the quiet (not at all quiet), studious, mysterious Remus Lupin. Little had I known he was the true mastermind to all 'Marauder' pranks, while remaining studious and mysterious, but also being the biggest, most sarcastic loud mouth I'd ever met. I had been in way too deep ever since.

"I know, love, I know." He patted my shin gently, lovingly.

He was thinking, behind those big, hazel eyes. I knew Remus inside and out, the moral debate was eating him alive. The self doubt, the inner fear he held of himself, of the wolf.

"I guess I never much thought of us having children. Of you wanting to have them, really, with me..." Remus looked pitiful, lost in thought, I frowned.

"Why wouldn't I want to have children with you? They'd be the prettiest, smartest, funniest babies to ever walk the Earth." I said confidently.

This earned me another laugh. Then, a shrug, "I dunno," Remus scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "The wolf, I guess. It's not really one hundred percent that the kid wouldn't be."

I knew the possibility. But I also knew the progress that was being made in the ways of Lycanthropy. I knew how hard it had been for Remus, growing up. I knew he was cast aside, an afterthought, that people held prejudice against 'his kind', but I'd only ever loved him more for the strong man it had turned him into.

Not everyone was like this, though.

"I know the risks. I know you'll have put a lot more thought into it than me. A conversation for another time, maybe, but I'd like you to know," My hands reached for his face, guiding him to meet my eyes, "It would never be the wolf that put me off having children with you, Remus."

Remus smiled, a genuine smile and leaned forward to place his lips on mine. I settled back into the sofa, watched as Remus picked up his book, settling over my shins to read it.

"Your massive head..." I blew a whistle, "Now that might put me off."

Sirius cackled from the kitchen. Remus blew a raspberry and Harry copied him.

[robynlilyblack]

Thought it was a silly tradition?

dad! remus lupin x mum! reader

Summary: Remus hates dressing up, especially when halloween was over a month ago, but the tradition is worth it for his girls

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, mom! reader, dad! remus, pure fluff, their daughter is named after remus' mum

A/n: 0.8k words, Day One of my advent calendar is a little fluffy one based on this request xx a masterlist for the event will be coming Saturday as I have a conference at uni tomorrow

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“I don’t understand why we have to dress up” you hear Remus grumple entering the kitchen as you search for a safety pin

“It’s tradition” you counter with a giggle, hand racking some of the larger things off to the side within the drawer you’re looking through

The tradition of having a halloween party on the 1st of December had started back in your last year at Hogwarts, when you, your fellow marauders, Lily, Marlene and Dorca had gotten detention for a full month after plans of your original party had been leaked. So Sirius and James being Sirius and James decided to throw one on the 1st instead, then the following year thought it would be a laugh to do the same thing again and the rest was history. Now even 9 years later you were all still dressing up along with all of your respective children 

He huffs at that, picking up the just boiled kettle to pour himself some coffee “Merlin this thing is itchy” he states and you can see in the corner of your eye your husband shaking his head from side to side as he stirs his drink

“Found it” you say mostly to yourself, though Remus’ acute hearing most likely picked it up

Remus joins your side looking down at the little pin between your fingers “Rip your outfit bun? Or has your tail fallen off” he teases, leaning to the side to catch glimpse of your arse thats adorned with a little ball of grey puff

You chuckle, nudging him gently as not to spill his coffee “No it’s for Hope” you tell him and his eyes soften

“Are you two ever going to tell me what character she is?” he wonders, all the information he was given was Hope saw a cartoon and wanted them all to dress up, him as some kind of fox, you a police bunny which was one, apparently a thing and two, rather fitting given your animagus “She some bunny…fox hybrid?” he muses but you don’t budge

“Patience Mr wolf” you peck his lips “All in good time, no following me you stay outside the door” you warn as you walk back towards your daughters room with him in tow

“Fine fine” he holds one hand up, resting his back on the wall beside the door frame as he sips his coffee, smiling as he hears his daughter giggle with you “Can I get a hint?”

“No” you both call out together before more laughter bubbles, he tries not to listen in too hard, ruin the surprise you and Hope are clearly excited for, but he does let himself indulge in your soft spoken words while fixing her costume, as well as the small ‘I love you mumma’ Hope whispers back

“Okay is daddy ready?” you say towards the door and Remus places his cup down in preparation, smiling as you come out with little bunny ears and then his daughter as a…cheetah?

He looks towards you smiling yet with a questioning look “Cheating on me?” he jokes quietly but your daughter catches, pouting

“No dad, Cheetah…” he bounces on the balls on her feet “...see i have the spots” she points to her onesie under the police uniform

“Oh of course” he kneels down, fake surprise so as not to upset her while trying to laugh at his daughter's innocence “So who are you pup?” he asks kissing her onesie clad forehead as not to ruin her face paint

“Ben!” she chirps happily earning a chuckle from you and Remus

“And who is daddy?” he asks next

“You’re Nick!” she says, slowly getting more excited

“And mummy?” he smiles wide, unable to stop himself at the sight of his daughter so giddy

“Officer Hopps” you reply for her, doing a little power pose before kneeling down to which Remus kisses your cheek and then Hopes as he knows she’ll get jealous if he doesn’t “Crime fighting trio aren’t we baby” you endearingly scrunch your nose up at her

Hope nods quickly, cutely “Yeah!” she exclaims happily but her expression falters a little bit as she turns back to him “You like my costume?” she asks quietly, looking down at him with those bunny eyes she could only have inherited from you

“I love it, best costume yet and we are so going to win the costume contest” he assures her, hands finding her shoulders and giving them a quick squeeze at the end

She grins at that, cheesing away “Why don’t you put on some shoes honey? Then we’ll head to Uncle Prongs house” you tell her and she practically sprints as fast as a cheetah into her room to do so “I hate dressing up” you mock your husband's voice 

“Fuck off” he pokes your side before standing up, holding out his hand to help you as you do the same 

“Thought it was a silly tradition?” you raise your eyebrows, he knows you know the answer, it happens every year but your eyes still light up every time

“And it is…but when it makes you and her shine like that...” his hands find your hips, pulling you closer to him "...it's a little less silly and always worth it"

You nudge your nose with his “Good answer” you whisper before capturing his lips in a soft, prolonged kiss that's only interrupted a few seconds later by your daughter 

“Ewww!”

Thank you for reading ♡

[munacy]

Trials and Tribulations of Sorts

@wolfstarmicrofic​

For the prompt: dubious

Cross-posted to ao3 with minor edits: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44490901

Remus Lupin is running an experiment.

That is the word he’s settled on, because this thing, this thing he’s doing has changed shape a few times now. But it’s gone on long enough, and he finds himself desperate for an explanation.

It had started like this:

Remus had moved into Sirius’ flat straight after Hogwarts. It had not taken as much cajoling as one might expect. He agreed with Sirius that it was practical, and, beyond that, he relished the idea of always being near his best friend. Not that he would ever admit that. Not very manly.

Constantly being in each other’s company was fine. Actually, no, it was not fine, it was lovely. They tried wines together (James made fun of them endlessly for it). They told each other scary stories after dark (Remus’ were terrifying, Sirius’ were goofy). Sirius would come home from work exhausted and ranting, and Remus would commiserate with him over whatever new and awful thing That Bitch Geraldine had done. Remus would study old Arithmancy tomes late into the night for his fellowship, and Sirius would keep him quiet company until he inevitably fell asleep slumped over Remus’ desk and Remus would tentatively stroke his hair.

They made each other tea and coffee in the morning, and Remus would sit on one end of the sofa with a novel, and Sirius would sprawl out on the other end, holding a crossword, and sometimes the very tip of Sirius’ socked foot would be touching Remus’ thigh, and that would make Remus’ heart start to beat like a hummingbird’s wings and cause him all manner of confusion, but that, too, was lovely.

That was not the issue. The issue was that they didn’t know how to cook. 

Cleaning was fine, after a rocky start. Mrs. Potter gave them a battered copy of Basic Household Spells and thereafter they lived in a state of comfortably cluttered cleanliness. 

Cooking, however, was far more advanced, and in many ways, magical cooking was trickier and more dangerous than the Muggle way. Sirius, being a lazy aristocrat, gave it up as a bad job. Remus gave a few halfhearted attempts, but found that his lack of aptitude for potions was well-translated to cooking, much to his (and his stomach’s) misfortune. They survived largely on takeout until Remus put his foot down.

I can learn how to cook, he thought to himself, It’s unbecoming for a man to be so helpless.

So he made an omelet. A horrible, horrible omelet. It was clear upon first bite that the flavor was completely wrong, parts of the egg were runny and parts of it were somehow burnt, and there was more than a little shell crunching between his teeth. It was the worst omelet anyone had ever eaten in history.

“Wow, delicious, Moons!”

Remus turned to glare at him, assuming Sirius was taking the piss. But no, Sirius was wolfing the omelet down, eggshell and all, and giving him a heartbreaking smile.

What the fuck? Maybe because he’s a dog, he likes eggshells, he had thought wonderingly.

Thus began the experimentation.

 Formulation of Research Question

Remus starts cooking with regularity, each time deeply curious about Sirius’ reaction. He tries his hand at simple pastas, curries, stir fries, and more. He fails spectacularly in new and creative ways each time. One time, he causes a small fire. 

No one could possibly enjoy this, he thinks resolutely, making great effort to continue chewing his rubbery half-burnt roast chicken. 

And yet, Sirius does. Or pretends to, if his pained smile is anything to go by. The mystery turns Remus to frustrated musings.

Why is he pretending?

 Characterizing the Phenomenon

He decides to see how far he can take this.

The scholar in him claims that he’s simply trying to gather as much evidence as possible. But, honestly, he’s just pranking Sirius. It’s fun.

Every day, despite having limited free time, he spends an hour or more making increasingly dubious and varied entrees. He makes a Shepherd’s Pie and purposely forgets the gravy and cheese. He dumps half of shaker of salt into a dehydrated mushroom risotto. He grills steaks that achieve accolades far beyond the pale of a mere “well done”. 

Possibly the biggest insult occurs the day he prepares a beautiful-looking coq au vin, a classic French dish for his classic French friend who was bred with classic French cooking, with Moscato instead of a dry red wine. 

“Oh, Moony, now this looks incredible!” Sirius crows with real enthusiasm. Remus leers at him as he takes a bite. And waits.

“Just as I thought,” says Sirius, a little weakly. He would have sounded normal to anyone else, but Remus knows him far better. The next part he says much more warmly, earnestly: “I hope you never stop cooking for me.”

 Controlled Trials

Remus has a theory. He has a theory, and it’s one that makes his stomach flip inside-out (no, no, in a way that is completely unrelated to his godawful cooking), makes his heart pound, and deliciously terrifies him. A theory supported by the way Sirius has become his favorite food critic, but also in other ways.

It’s the way Sirius looks at him after full moons, like he’s hurting just as badly. It’s the way Sirius surprises him with his favorite chocolates (the ones with the surprise salted-caramel center). It’s the way Sirius helps Remus up the stairs with an arm tenderly around his waist when he’s had too much wine, and, after Remus is under the covers of his bed, the way Sirius’ hands rest on his forearms for a few moments too long, like he doesn’t want to leave.

He has this theory that’s driving him insane with sleepless nights. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if it’s correct.

But first, he needs more evidence. 

Trial #1:

They are having friends over for dinner, as adults, or those pretending, are wont to do.

Remus is cooking. 

He is making a classic Indian dish: masala dosa. He does not ferment the batter—he considers that to be a friendly suggestion by the recipe. He does not touch a single bottle of spice. He considers those friendly suggestions too. It is the worst dish he’s ever made. 

As they dine, Lily attempts to be discreet about her gagging. It is not discreet. Peter frowns outright and slowly pushes away his plate. And James....well James is tearing into him.

“How dare you!” James spits with a vitriol that’s never before been directed been directed at Remus. “Moony, you weirdly insisted on cooking for all of us, and it’s like you tried to make it awful and disrespect my ancestors. My mum used to make masala dosa for Sirius and I whenever we were off term as a special treat, did you know that? It’s our favorite food and you fucking butchered it.”

Remus feels a bit bad, but not very. Effie Potter is alive and well, and soon enough, will surely make her darling little princelings food so delicious, it will wipe away any memory of Remus’ nightmare dinner party. Instead he looks at Sirius across the table, who has been staring at him this whole time.

“Padfoot? What did you think?”

“Well...Jamie, I get why it’s not your cup of tea,” Sirius starts haltingly, “it’s very different from Effie’s recipe...but also very unique. I loved it.”

Everyone stares at Sirius, who, by all means, looks guileless.

Later, no one can figure out why, after being told in no uncertain terms by three of his closest friends that his dish unequivocally sucked, Remus is grinning so broadly.

Trial #2:

“Lily, please.”

“No. Why would anyone want this?”

“Lily,” Remus pleads, “You’re my best friend.”

She raises a red brow at him.

“Best girl friend,” he amends. 

She sighs. “Just tell me why you would possibly want this. I’ll be so embarrassed if I do this.”

Remus bites his lip. “I can’t tell you. But I really need this. There’s a good reason for it and I promise it’s not a prank.”

“Certainly not. Pranks have a punchline.”

“Please? I never ask you for anything.”

“Remus, that is not even remotely true.”

Sensing he is losing, he attempts to recreate Padfoot’s signature puppy eyes.

“Urghh! Alright, I’ll do it if you stop doing whatever it is you’re doing; it looks like it hurts.”

She invites everyone over for dinner, as adults, such as Lily, who was born with an adult-brain, are wont to do. 

She follows a steak and kidney pie recipe that Remus had insisted on her using. Only, instead of using kidney, she uses nearly raw whale liver. The liver is swimming in a revolting pool of its own juices. When interrogated about this later, she blinks innocently, saying, “I thought the organs were interchangeable?”

Remus is too tense to eat as he listens to the plates being set down. Barely a moment passes before Sirius’ voice is booming: “EVANS! What the fuck is this!? It tastes like dogshit! I would know!”

Remus’ heart explodes with joy. 

Trial #3:

The definition of insanity, some have said, is doing the same thing over and over while expecting different results. Remus wonders if there’s any folksy wisdom about doing something differently every single time and always achieving the same result.

A month after the Liver-Pool fiasco, Sirius sits across from Remus at their little dining room table, his face lit up by dancing candlelight—candles lit by Remus—a small smile playing about his mouth as he eats dinner, dinner that Remus has cooked. 

“It’s delicious, Moony. As usual. I’ve missed these dinners with you.” Sirius’ mouth twists sadly as if recalling the past month of Remus’ unusual absences and nausea-free meals. 

“Padfoot...I made paella with popcorn shrimp, anchovies, and basil...and you think it’s delicious?”

Sirius gapes for a moment but recovers: “I do! I think it’s unusual but wonderful...I like…things like that.”

Sirius takes a seemingly nervous gulp of his red wine (purposely paired incorrectly).

“Sirius,” Remus says softly, “Are you in love with me?” 

Sirius chokes on his wine and it spills all over his trousers. Alarmed, Remus runs over, slapping Sirius’ back as he coughs violently. Only, in the process, he upsets more of the wine in Sirius’ hand, causing Remus to leap, grab a kitchen towel, and rub it roughly all over Sirius’ stained thighs. He jolts the moment he realizes exactly what he’s doing. Sirius is staring down at his kneeling form with wide eyes. Both of their cheeks are flushed a lovely port color. 

Catching his breath after his coughing fit, Sirius whispers, “Why would you ask me such a thing?”

“Because,” he whispers as well, even though his throat should be in perfect condition, “you keep pretending to like my awful food.”

Sirius sputters. “You’re a great cook! I like your food!”

“Pads, absolutely no one likes my food,” Remus murmurs gently but firmly. “No one.”

Sirius’ eyes suddenly become over-bright. He says nothing.

“Listen...if you did...love me,” Remus says slowly, trying to deliberate his words, “Honestly, that would be...fine. That would be fine.”

“’Fine’?” Sirius mutters bitterly. Now his tears really do spill over. Remus catches them with his thumbs on instinct...and leaves his palms on either side of Sirius’ face.

“No,” he swallows decisively. “Not fine. That would be lovely. That would be the most lovely, wonderous thing that has ever happened or will ever happen to me, and I’d be—just—Sirius, I’d be so happy.” 

Hope and disbelief war on Sirius’ face.

“I’m serious,” Remus insists, uncurling out of his kneeling position to stand over him.

“No, you’re Remus, I’m--”

He stamps his lovely wine-stained mouth with a hard kiss, both hands desperately clutching Sirius’ face. Sirius immediately curls his fingers into Remus’ hair and pulls him in closer by his shirtfront. His mouth opens, and Remus thinks deliriously, Oh God. God, that’s his tongue and he tastes like basil and red wine and magic.

One of his hands trails down to clutch at the very top of Sirius’ thigh and Sirius lets out a funny, tiny, little sound, and it makes Remus smile against his mouth. They’re panting when they finally break apart.

“I have something to confess,” Remus begins breathlessly. “I’ve learned to cook, at least a few things, that are really good now. That’s where I’ve been all month, at the Potter’s, trying to learn some of the dishes you grew up with. I’ve got masala dosa keeping warm in the oven, and it’s actually good this time, I promise. Effie showed me how.”

Sirius stares at him. “That’s a good thing, Moony, because your cooking was truly atrocious.”

“I know.”

“I mean it, utter dogshit.”

“I know.”

“Paella without any saffron? Who does that?”

“I know.”

Sirius hesitates. “I still love you madly though.”

Remus smiles shyly. “I know. I love you madly, too.”

FIN

[mythic-rose]

Muses Masterlist

Stiles Stilinski

Diego Hargreeves

Oliver Wood

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Bellamy Blake

Percy Jackson

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Robb Stark

Jasper Jordan

JJ Maybank

Anthony Bridgerton

Conrad Fisher

Prince Caspian

Clark Kent / Superman

Prince Eric

Anakin Skywalker

Flynn Rider

Cedric Diggory

Eddie Brock

Prince Charmont

Peter Parker / Spider-man

Benedict Bridgerton

Noah Foster

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Eddie Munson

Ron Weasley

Art Donaldson

Alec Lightwood

Glenn Rhee

Dr. Spencer Reid

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Chad Meeks-Martin

Joey Tribbiani

Dean Winchester

Isaac Lahey

Jake Fitzgerald

Sirius Black

Nick Miller

Ichabod Crane

Steven Crain

Harry Osborne / Green Goblin

Simon Lewis

Jace Herondale

Kaz Brekker

Steve Harrington

Jon Snow

Max Wolfe

Finnick Odair

Scott Summers / Cyclops

Will Turner

I reached the max limit of text without a block so the list started over. Does that drive me crazy? Yes. Do I know how to fix it? No :)

51: Joel Miller

52:Harvey Kinkle

53: Wally Clark

54: Poe Dameron

55: Reggie Mantle

56: Gar Logan / Beast Boy

57: Daario Naharis

58: Jess Mariano

59: Remus Lupin

60: Matt Murdock / Daredevil

61: Pope Heyward

62: Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

63: Billy Butcher

64: Four / Tobias Eaton

65: Nicholas Scratch

66: Caleb Rivers

67: Damon Salvatore

68: Buck / Evan Buckley

69: Rick O'Connell

70: Laurie / Theodore Laurence

71: Warren Peace

72: Chuck Bass

73: Finn Collins

74: Robin Hood

75: Logan / Wolverine

[novella-writers]

Hey there, hope you're well! I am on the hunt for some new writing partners, hopefully long-term as I like to keep the storylines going, even if it means coming up with new plots/ adding to the plot. I am looking for people who like to write more than just a few sentences, and like to write in the past tense. I can write quite a lot when I'm motivated and have a good plot/ partner, so would like to find the same with someone else! I would also love to find someone that's active, at least one reply per day would be nice! Real life can be a struggle at times when you're busy, I get it, since sometimes I can be busy too, but I really don't like waiting days for a reply... If anything it decreases my muse for the RP, and I will be less willing/likely to reply.

Please be over the age of 18, though 20+ would be preferred as I myself am 25+.

I don't write too much NSFW scenes, but I will write light smut/kink scenes, but this can be discussed more when discussing plots and such.

The current ships I am searching for are: (In no particular order, also bold & Italic characters are the ones I wish to write as)

(Shadowhunters) Malec - Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood

(Harry Potter) Snupin - Severus Snape and Remus Lupin

(Shadowhunters) Jalec - Jace Wayland and Alec Lightwood

(Teen Wolf) Sterek - Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale

(Shadowhunters) Jimon - Jace Wayland and Simon Lewis (Never tried this ship, but willing to give it a go)

(Hannibal) Hannigram - Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham (Never tried this ship, but willing to give it a go)

(Sam and Colby) Solby - Sam Golbach and Colby Brock (Can play either)

Please like this post and I will message you! :)

Like if interested!

[grimmusings]

♢ canon muses ♢

Sideblogs are linked below. Each has a pinned introduction with general information about how I write the muse, wanted connections, and verses.

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film ♢ Chris Beck ⭒ The Martian ⭒ Sebastian Stan ♢ David Powers ⭒ The Lost Boys ⭒ Dacre Montgomery ♢ Frank Adler ⭒ Gifted ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Jennifer Check ⭒ Jennifer's Body ⭒ Megan Fox ♢ Jerry Dandridge ⭒ Fright Night ⭒ Colin Farrell ♢ Laurie Strode ⭒ Halloween ⭒ Lili Reinhart ♢ Lawrence Talbot ⭒ The Wolf Man ⭒ Rahul Kohli ♢ Leo Barnes ⭒ The Purge ⭒ Frank Grillo ♢ Newt Scamander ⭒ Fantastic Beasts ⭒ Eddie Redmayne ♢ Nick Gant ⭒ Push ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Victor Frankenstein ⭒ Frankenstein ⭒ Bill Skarsgård

tv shows ♢ Alvey Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Frank Grillo ♢ Andy Barber ⭒ Defending Jacob ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Betty Cooper ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Lili Reinhart ♢ Billy Hargrove ⭒ Stranger Things ⭒ Dacre Montgomery ♢ Carter Baizen ⭒ Gossip Girl ⭒ Sebastian Stan ♢ Castiel ⭒ Supernatural ⭒ Misha Collins ♢ Damien Thorn ⭒ Damien ⭒ Bradley James ♢ Daryl Dixon ⭒ The Walking Dead ⭒ Norman Reedus ♢ Dean Winchester ⭒ Supernatural ⭒ Jensen Ackles ♢ Hannibal Lecter ⭒ Hannibal ⭒ Mads Mikkelsen ♢ Nate Archibald ⭒ Gossip Girl ⭒ Chace Crawford ♢ Paul 'Jesus' Rovia ⭒ The Walking Dead ⭒ Tom Payne

books ♢ Bill Weasley ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Michael Fassbender ♢ Cassian ⭒ ACOTAR ⭒ Can Yaman ♢ Ginny Weasley ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Kat McNamara ♢ Hermione Granger ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Ashley Moore ♢ Oliver Wood ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Max Irons ♢ Remus Lupin ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Rahul Kohli ♢ Ronan Lynch ⭒ The Raven Cycle ⭒ Dacre Montgomery ♢ Sirius Black ⭒ Harry Potter ⭒ Rob Raco

♢ test muses ♢

Test and minor muses are written from the main, at least until they demand their own blogs, although some of them will probably always be super niche and just stay here. Bio and verse information is linked if available.

♢ Ben Hanscom ⭒ IT ⭒ Jay Ryan ♢ Billy Barker ⭒ American Mary ⭒ Antonio Cupo ♢ Camille L'Espanaye ⭒ The Fall of the House of Usher ⭒ Kate Siegel ♢ Colin Shea ⭒ What's Your Number? ⭒ Chris Evans ♢ Danika Fendyr ⭒ Crescent City ⭒ Florence Pugh ♢ Dean Redding ⭒ The Naturals ⭒ Cooper van Grootel ♢ Doyle ⭒ Merry Gentry ⭒ Idris Elba ♢ Dwayne Hicks ⭒ Aliens ⭒ Jensen Ackles ♢ Edward Forrester ⭒ Anita Blake ⭒ Alexander Skarsgård ♢ Fangs Fogarty ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Drew Ray Tanner ♢ Feyre Archeron ⭒ ACOTAR ⭒ Riley Voelkel ♢ Grey Hollow ⭒ House of Hollow ⭒ Taylor Swift ♢ Hector ⭒ Greek Mythology ⭒ Joe Manganiello ♢ Henry Devlin ⭒ Dreamcatcher ⭒ Michiel Huisman ♢ Ian Janek ⭒ Prometheus ⭒ Idris Elba ♢ Jason Schuyler ⭒ Anita Blake ⭒ Chace Crawford ♢ Jay Kulina ⭒ Kingdom ⭒ Jonathan Tucker ♢ Jedidiah Sawyer ⭒ Texas Chainsaw Massacre ⭒ Leatherface ♢ Levi Stewart ⭒ Fangirl ⭒ Luke Benward ♢ Lidia Cervos ⭒ Crescent City ⭒ Margot Robbie ♢ Madeline Usher ⭒ The Fall of the House of Usher ⭒ Willa Fitzgerald ♢ Matthew Brown ⭒ Hannibal ⭒ Jonathan Tucker ♢ Pepper Potts ⭒ Marvel ⭒ Gemma Chan ♢ Richard Zeeman ⭒ Anita Blake ⭒ Joe Manganiello ♢ Ruhn Danaan ⭒ Crescent City ⭒ Ian Somerhalder ♢ Sandman ⭒ Folklore ⭒ Matthew Daddario ♢ Sholto ⭒ Merry Gentry ⭒ Alexander Skarsgård ♢ Tom Hanniger ⭒ My Bloody Valentine ⭒ Jensen Ackles ♢ Toni Topaz ⭒ Riverdale ⭒ Vanessa Morgan

[jadedandconfusedao3]

Dubious Duties - Chapter 4 of Bad Professor

Regulus felt conflicted. Damn that stupid wolf for getting in his head. They were nothing. He meant nothing to Regulus but the look of hurt on his face, when he found Lily cradled in Regulus’ arms, refused to leave his head. In desperation, when he got to dinner that night he sat at the far end of the table so that he didn’t have to look at him. Of course, this meant that he had ended up next to Hagrid, who was apparently also trying to hide from Dumbledore.

“I warned em’,” Hagrid muttered despondently into his tankard of ale, “I said not t’ insult em’ I said it’d be tha’ las’ thing ye ever do. I shoulda’ known he wouldn’t listen.”

Regulus turned to the morose giant and tried to figure out what the hell he was talking about.

“Who didn’t listen?”

“Tha’ Malfoy boy. I told him. I said don’t insult the Hippogriffs.” He gestured emphatically with his tankard, sending foam slopping over the edges. “Well, he ignored me, didn’ he? Called ole Bucky a great ugly brute. He didn’ like that.”

Regulus looked over at the Slytherin table. The spot where the blond boy was usually holding court was decidedly empty and the rest of his cohorts looked very dour indeed. In contrast, the kids at the Griffindor table seemed to be in absurdly high spirits.

“What happened to him?”

“Well, Bucky cut up his arm. Hippogriff talons are very sharp. I had to cancel my class! T’was their firs’ day too. Dumbledore mus’ be so disappointed.”

Hagrid slammed his tankard back onto the table and looked into it as though it held all the meaning in the world. Regulus sighed.

“You let a group of thirteen years olds, the most difficult and disrespectful age group of teenagers, near a creature that will attack if you offend it?”

Hagrid made a sad sort of noise. “I thought they’d think Hippogryphs were cool.”

“I can’t imagine Lucius took that very well.”

Hagrid’s thick lips drew into a hard line.

“No, he did not. I had to formally apologise. I wouldn’ mind so much if he wasn’ such a massive git.”

Regulus spat out his wine as he laughed out loud. “Did you just call Lucius Malfoy a massive git?”

“I did,” Hagrid nodded with a furtive glance around to see if anyone was listening. “An’ I’d do it again. He’s a right twat, that one.”

Regulus giggled delightedly at that. He had only been at Hogwarts at the same time as Lucius for one year. A year of utter turmoil as he had to navigate Sirius’ disappointment that he wasn’t a Gryffindor, as well as the attention of his insane cousins. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Andromeda had still been around, but Bellatrix was so pleased to have her little cousin Reggie with her that she wouldn’t leave him alone. Unfortunately, it meant that he had been pulled into Lucius Malfoy's orbit on more than one occasion. Lucius was a decidedly pretentious individual, and he did not get better after he was under the thumb of a maniacal megalomaniac.

“I suppose that means my cousin is also in the building.” Regulus mused.

Hagrid looked up blearily. “You mean Mrs Malfoy. She’s right terrifying tha’ one.”

Regulus sighed. “They all are.”

Hagrid’s eyes narrowed in on Regulus as though seeing him for the very first time.

“You’re not bad, Black. Not like tha’ rest of em are ya? Tell ya what, I have a bottle of firewhisky that I was going to use to drown my sorrows in for the rest of the night. What say you join me?”

Regulus risked a glance up the table to find the amber eyes of Remus Lupin looking straight at him.

“That sounds great!” Regulus hurriedly agreed. “How about I drop into the medical wing and check up on the Malfoy boy? Give you a bit of an update?”

“Thas’ awful kind of ya.” Hagrid replied giving Regulus a huge slap on the back that nearly knocked him smack-bang into the table.

He laughed gingerly and got up from the table, exiting the hall before the wolf could follow. He made his way over to the medical wing, furtively looking behind him for any sign of a tail. He had been able to hear Lucius’ voice the entire way down the hall, but it was only as he was about to step inside that he heard Albus.

“He needs to be fired, Dumbledore!”

“Now Lucius. Whilst it is awful that this happened, we are dealing with magical creatures here. Surely you understand the risks involved with this course of study. Hippogriffs are only rated XXX’s.”

“And out of all the possible XXX creatures to study that one was chosen for a group of thirteen-year-olds?”

“This is the first year that Hagrid is running this program and there are bound to be teething issues. Be assured that we will be reviewing the data from this incident and will make necessary changes. I hope the young Mr Malfoy makes a full recovery.”

Regulus almost ran into Albus as he exited the room.

“Professor Black,” he greeted as he stepped beside him. “You must be here to check in on your family. I will assure you that young Mr Malfoy is in good hands.”

He dodged round Regulus and went to leave.

“Wait! Albus!” Regulus exclaimed as he jogged over. “I was wondering if you’re free to have a meeting with me tomorrow if possible.”

Albus raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Of course, Regulus, I’ve been meaning to meet with all my new teachers to see how they’re going with their lesson planning and course instruction. You have a free period just before lunch tomorrow, don’t you? Come see me in my office and we can talk.”

Regulus nodded and gave him a brilliant smile.

“Excellent. I look forward to it.”

Regulus was conscious of the fact that you should always keep an employer onside, even if you did have severe doubts about their sanity. Albus had been an enigma, from the first moment he had owled Regulus at Grimmauld Place, and every instance after. Whenever they spoke, Regulus had got the distinct impression, that Albus was almost always talking about something entirely different to what Regulus thought they were talking about. It made every conversation very disconcerting.

As Albus disappeared down the corridor Regulus turned back to the medical wing. He sighed. He could still hear Lucius loudly complaining about the situation from the other side of the door. This was possibly a very stupid idea. He hadn’t exactly made an effort to reconnect with his family after Voldemort's death. He had been busy trying to exonerate Sirius and that had required that he associate with a lot of people that his family would not necessarily agree with. Of course, after that colossal failure, he ran away to the continent again.

The image of Sirius stumbling about in the rain, his eyes unfocused, wild insane laughter spilling from his lips, flashed across his mind. He shook his head, willing the image to fuck off. He refused to let it rule his life. He refused to run this time. Sirius had to live with his fucked-up choices.

He pushed open the door and the two people standing on either side of the bed froze.

“Regulus?”

It was Narcissa who spoke first. A tiny sound, as though she had not meant for it to leave her lips. She was still stunning after all these years; Blacks always were after all. She had changed her hair colour. The straight dark brown locks that she had in her youth were now a pale blond. Her eyes of course were still the same silver. Though they held none of the hatred he had expected, a begrudging sort of respect shone out instead.

“Narcissa.”

The word was a warning. Regulus braced for what he would find, when he faced Lucius Malfoy for the first time in fourteen years. Lucius stood tall and straight, his face like marble, as though it were chiselled out of stone. Whilst his expression was severe, he was a handsome man and when he was younger, Regulus had envied Narcissa. Lucius had wooed her with charm and passion and Regulus had wished for something similar. A love so easily found that fit within the constraints that they were allowed.

Instead, he was sold to a madman. Easy fodder to be dashed upon the foundation blocks of their new world order. The inevitable fate of a second son. In a way, it was the only sure sign that his parents had never given up on Sirius, that it had always only been Sirius. It had never mattered what Regulus did. He would always only be the spare.

“Lucius,” Regulus greeted formally, “I came to check up on my student. I apologise if I am intruding.”

“Your student?” Lucius sneered, “Oh, how low you have fallen, Regulus. Teaching?”

Regulus tilted his head and stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek. Right, so this was how he was going to play it.

“Yes. I’ve been following in the footsteps of Altair Black the second. Truly a remarkable member of my family. I believe he married Francesca Malfoy back at the turn of the century. Don’t you agree that moulding the minds of the younger generation is truly a worthy pursuit?”

Lucius scowled, “So you’ve gotten bored with whoring yourself out to every Tom, Diane and or Harriet who will pay your way?”

Regulus shrugged and then lowered his eyes so that he peered through his lashes at the much taller man.

“For now. Why? Are you interested?”

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[pcrfectstorms]

CLOSED STARTER for @berylcluster feat. remus & sirius

remus slinked into the gryffindor common room, the sun was barely up, and james alarm for practice still had a good forty five minutes before it would be waking the rest of his dorm room, he yawned, eyes still sleep hazed as he plopped down on one of the worn in couches, book bag hitting the ground with dense thud, reaching down to pull out a book, humaniod creatures and shapeshifters the title read, opening up to a page titled Shelliferous Drogodflikerous, hideous he thought, as he began reading. remus always struggled with sleep on the approach of the full moon, his bones ached as if remembering what was about to occur, his nerve endings fried and on edge at this stage of the lunar cycle, which often resulted in early mornings hauled up the common room or library while most of the rest of the castle slept.

he was so engrossed in the chapter he barely looked up when he heard the door of the common room open, eyes bright when they met with sirius who was the last person he expected to be up at this time of the morning - if you could even call it morning, "you're up early, pads. you feelin' okay?" he teases playful, tongue poking out between teeth. carefully placing his book mark in to hold his page as he set down his book in his lap, another yawn escaping his mouth. " couldn't sleep, hips achin' and my bloody shoulder, feel like an old woman -" he sighs, as he begins to explain, before sirius even asks, although it was common knownledge to the marauders that remus was a bit of an early bird. his eyes rolling as he reaches in his pocket to pull out a pack of marlborough reds, placing one between his lips before offering the pack out to sirius, lighting his own with his wand like professor Ferox has showed him how to do in third year -- not very professory of him right enough, but that was what made him remus' favourite teacher.

[daydreamerdisease148]

Jay's Wolfstar (Sirius/Remus) Rec List

Someone asked for a wolfstar rec list. It took me a bit to weed out some of the ones that have it as a side pairing, but here it is for anyone that is interested! I did end up cutting a ton of them out because I think it makes more sense to just rec the writer themselves-I had A LOT of them saved from one person. Some of these are also entire series, not just one fic. The full list is under the read more! Sorry in advance for not having any descriptions (they got deleted by tumblr) but if anyone wants my take on any of them, just ask! MIND THE TAGS AND WARNINGS!!!

~Rec List~

FAVORITE AUTHOR: crushofdoves

FICS:

Have Time to Grow by Queer_and_trashy

Measured by saintgarbanzo

Discards verse by picascribit - SERIES

Coming Back Together by Notmycatsname -SERIES

Something Beautiful by orphan_account

A Whole Queer County Fair by saintgarbanzo

Be My Baby by pixelated (prettyremus)

Living it All by orphan_account

Marauder Ink by jennandblitz - SERIES

Out of Stock by jennandblitz

Elucidation Practice by montparnasse  

Amateur Cartography by montparnasse                

73 Aberdeen by Mici (noharlembeat)

 A Picture is Worth A Thousand Lies by mysid

Our Blood, Still Young by templeg

Forever is a State of Mind by orphan_account

Aging Gracelessy by orphan_account

That One Time Sirius Orion Black Stole a Baby (and Remus Lupin was not amused) by common_tongue

A home at last by Januaryskies- SERIES

All Hail the Outlaws by orphan_account

Songs of Lovers by orphan_account

Fluidity by BetweenLines55

a jacket's tale by nightswatch

Muse Verse by remuslives23

A Wolf's Heart by mizdiz

Living Like We're Renegades by orphan_account

Tumblr Trash by orphan_account - SERIES

Nox by bliiinding

No Reckoning Made  by A_factorygirl_69

Match.com by fingerprintbruises

He Said it That Knew It Best by Lexin

This Thing I Did Last Summer by kittymoon

Crude and Proud by beesandjam

annual honesty by hauntologies (tigrrmilk), tigrrmilk

When It Alteration Finds by Polkat (aralias)

A Kneeling Lover by DeathjunkE

No Understanding No Sound from Above by kyuuketsukirui

Sneaky-Bastard Mornings by sheafrotherdon

[lumosatnight]

Day 27: Payment

Severus makes Lupin take it all.

@kinktober2023 day 27: Emeto

Remus/Severus, E, 500 words

Deepthroating, Vomit, Dom/Sub Elements

—

The streets of Cokeworth were derelict at the best of times. Severus nearly tripped over the man in his haste. It was only a low groan that alerted him to the large dark mass quivering in the alleyway.

“Lupin?”

His old classmate was in an abysmal state, grime-covered and hair-matted. There was hardly a clean patch on him.

“Severus,” Lupin rasped, softly like a lover’s plea.

It was none of his business. And yet, just like in the Shrieking Shack, like in the tunnel, he found he could not turn away.

-♦️-

Lupin was an amiable houseguest, always polite, always quiet.

Severus mostly ignored him. Once the stench was gone and his hair was combed, he was — dare he say — handsome even. Handsome in the lost and anguished sort of way.

Lupin tried to pay him for his troubles, but Severus refused. He didn’t need money, not from someone like Lupin.

“What can I do then?”

“Find something else to make yourself useful.”

Lupin sunk to his knees, and Severus’s cock twitched beneath his robes.

“Something like this, you mean?”

Severus’s jaw clenched. “That is not what I mean.”

“But it’s what you want.”

Lupin closed a long finger around Severus’s robes, drawing him closer.

“I won’t be gentle,” Severus said, sucking in a breath.

“I don’t want you to be.”

And Lupin took Severus’s cock into his mouth, his thin lips closing around the crown. Severus wove his fingers through Lupin’s tawny hair. The strands were soft and thin.

Without warning, he pushed Lupin all the way down. Lupin gurgled as Severus’s cock hit the back of his throat. He struggled, hands clawing at Severus’s thigh.

“No,” Severus hissed. “You will take it all.”

He yanked Lupin off by the hair, then thrust in again.

“I wonder,” Severus mused between thrusts, “what your old friends would think of you now.”

Lupin’s gaze flashed up, narrowed with anger, but Severus ignored him.

“What would Potter think?” He gave a powerful thrust and held Lupin there, nose buried deep in the curls of his pubic hair. “Or your old pal, Black? You always were obsessed with him, following him around like a lost puppy. It’s too bad he never noticed.”

Lupin’s eyes flashed gold. His nails digging into Severus’s thigh felt like claws.

“Down, wolf,” he ordered. He grabbed Lupin by the throat and felt the bulge of his cock there.

He continued to thrust, forcing Lupin to take it, take it deep, each thrust harder than the last. Lupin’s throat convulsed around him. He started making the most unpleasant retching sounds. 

And still, Severus didn’t stop.

Nearing the brink, Lupin’s entire body convulsed. Severus pulled out, and Lupin collapsed, vomiting all over the floor. Severus was already so close. There was no stopping now.

He came, spurting long ropes of cum all over Lupin and his tawny hair, mixing with the wretched-smelling vomit on the ground.

“Clean yourself up.” He stepped back, rebuttoning his pristine robes. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

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[cleverasthcdevil]

Canon Muse Update

Might update my theme so posting a list of my updated canon muses below the cut. I'm sure I'm probably missing some so this will continously be updated.

THE ORIGINALS/VAMPIRE DIARIES/LEGACIES Freya Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Kol Mikaelson Rebekah Mikaelson Hope Mikaelson Hayley Marshall Lucien Castle Elena Gilbert Katherine Pierce Caroline Forbes Tyler Lockwood Enzo St. John Nadia Petrova (fc: Zoey Deutch) Lizzie Saltzman Josie Saltzman TEEN WOLF Allison Argent Lydia Martin Malia Tate Jordan Parrish THE 100 Raven Reyes Octavia Blake Echo THE SECRET CIRCLE Faye Chamberlain ONE PIECE Nami Sanji Mihawk (maybe)

HARRY POTTER Remus Lupin Lily Evans Molly Weasley Regulus Black

STAR TREK James T. Kirk (older, might play younger too) George Kirk (strange new worlds version) La'an Noonien-Singh Christine Chapel Jack Ransom D'Vana Tendi Brad Boimler GREY'S ANATOMY Addison Montgomery (younger version fc: abigail cowen) Mark Sloan (younger version and older version) FAIRY TAIL Lucy Heartfilia (fc: janae roberts) Gray Fullbuster (fc: sean o'pry) Cana Alberona (fc: megan fox) Mirajane Strauss (fc: dove cameron) Wendy Marvel (fc: kaylee bryant) LUCIFER Lucifer Morningstar Mazikeen

[meropegaaunt]

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓; roleplay info

MINORS DNI

Rules

I only roleplay with partners who are 18+ and semi-lit to literate.

I am open to NSFW and darker themes, but I will not take part in roleplays with pedophilia, potty play, blood play, A/B/O, furry stuff, or anything nonconsensual.

I only roleplay on discord and I prefer to double up.

I only send character sheets in DMs, but if you’d like to see a brief overview of my OCs, then check out my OC masterlist here. Not all of my OCs are posted there, though, only a few.

Fandoms with a * are the ones I’m currently open to roleplay with. This list will be updated accordingly.

Fandoms

Star Wars

Daisy Jones and the Six*

The Walking Dead*

The Hunger Games*

Outer Banks*

Harry Potter

House of the Dragon

Attack on Titan

Teen Wolf

Muses

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padmé Amidala

Captain Rex

Commander Fox

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Boba Fett

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Poe Dameron

Finn

Rey

Daisy Jones and the Six

Daisy Jones

Billy Dunne

Graham Dunne

Camila Martinez

Karen Sirko

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Green

Rosita Espinosa

Ezekiel Sutton

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Annie Cresta

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Outer Banks

John B. Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Harry Potter

James Potter

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Barty Crouch Jr.

Narcissa Black

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Evan Rosier

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Laena Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Attack on Titan

Eren Yeager

Zeke Yeager

Armin Arlert

Reiner Braun

Porco Galliard

Pieck Finger

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Lydia Martin

Allison Argent

Kira Yukimura

I’m open to playing characters that aren’t on my muse list, but characters I won’t write for include Sheev Palpatine / Darth Sidious, Count Dooku / Darth Tyranus, Negan Smith, Alpha, Coriolanus Snow, Ward Cameron, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Aegon II Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Erwin Smith, and Peter Hale. This is simply due to personal preferences and wanting to get each character’s portrayal right.