#Remus Lupin cannot lie
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lupinblacktheone · 4 days ago
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How far I can see
Sirius learned from a young age to always be aware of his surroundings. Let's see where it brought him.
 Sirius knew when Mother was in a bad — or “worse”, in better wording — mood just as he heard her stepping into the room and when it was better to just skip dinner altogether and avoid one of Father’s rage outbursts — not that he was starving himself; Kreacher would bring his plate later. He also knew was what upsetting Regulus before he could open his mouth. No one noticed that about him — not that anyone paid any attention to his needs anyway, but that is off the matter. That only convinced Sirius he had an ability beyond his magic.
When he met James, Remus and Peter, he had chances to see if his power was really that secret. First, Peter. He was afraid of getting scolded at classes for being clumsy. Then, Remus (to be honest, there was no way he could just sit and watch the boy for a whole night on a monthly basis, come back with the lamest excuses — what dying, estranged great-great uncle would require whole family gatherings every full moon for months and not just die? Not to mention the scars and bruises. The Blacks could be wicked and twisted all they wanted, but at least they had the decency of fully healing their offspring before allowing them into the public eye again). After that, there was James. Who would say that the sunshine prankster had his eclipsed evenings? Sirius. Sirius would say that. And finally, the most heartbreaking of them all: Lily. He saw the Snivellus disaster coming two days into fourth year.  
Still, no one seemed to perceive Sirius the way he perceived others. That was until his 17th birthday. James, Peter and Remus decided to throw him a surprise party. A whole ass Halloween-themed party. And Peter even decided to go a few steps further to get Regulus to attend —to a genuinely unexpected success.
“I think he is hiding a third eye under all that hair”, James announced as he entered the Gryffindor Common Room with a box of records in his arms. “I could swear he looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking during breakfast.”
“I mean, Sirius is a dog and dogs can smell fear, so… you do the math”, Remus shrugged. “That probably just means you have to be more discreet.”
“Which is true, by the way”, Regulus pointed out as the set up the snack table with Emmeline.
“Oh, shut up, Arcturus.”
A few hours — and a lot of arguing — later, Remus grinned and declared:
“Showtime.”
People started to relax and mingle while he went on his quest: meet Sirius after his detention with Filch.
“What’s up with everybody?”, Sirius asked, tangling his own arm on the arm that Remus offered him (you can call them cheesy all you want, they just want to be in each other’s arms all they can).
“Nothing. Why do you ask?”
“No reason in particular. It’s just… everybody seems to be avoiding me lately and I can’t get why. And I am usually good at reading people.”
That was the only thing Remus feared in the whole process. At first, he seemed like the perfect candidate — better than Frank or Mary showing up, at least —, but it also meant the had to lie and improvise — and he was out of his cover-ups stock since the third year; all he had to offer were technical loopholes reserved for when they were caught by professors.
I can do this, he thought. It’s not that long of a walk.
“You are very special, Sirius. Did you know that?”
“Aww, thanks, babe”, Sirius got on the tip of his toes to kiss the other boy’s cheek. “As a matter of fact, yes. Mother used to say that a lot. She used less kind synonyms, though. Damaged, cursed, shame, embarrassment and disappointment, to mention some examples.”
“Well, if you take them as your standard, then something is clearly wrong with you, but if it wasn’t… would you be happy with your life?”
“Of course not. You wouldn’t be in it.”
“Sap”, Remus grinned. “But seriously, try to relax and stop thinking about what the others are thinking. You can’t do nothing about it.”
You don’t know what you are talking about, Sirius whispered underneath his breath.
“Home, sweet home”, Remus sighed after giving the password to the Fat Lady portrait.
“Surprise!”, shouted a choir composed by every Gryffindor who had ever interacted with Sirius —special guest: Regulus.
“Happy birthday, mate”, said James, with a giant smile and ready to wrap him in a hug.
While people drank, ate, chatted and danced, Sirius walked around, contemplating their effort. Pictures of and with him adorned the walls, creating a museum-worthy collection of joyful moments, unlike the thousands of portraits in the Black manor, whose sole purpose was to keep a registry of those who had started there a both miserable and opulent existence.
They were playing the songs he had heard for the first time on that very same room and that now the cherished dearly. They had gathered all the snacks he wasn’t allowed to gave growing up. They had Marlene prepare drinks just like Slughorn would do to a batch of potions —an especially colorful one. They had reunited all the people who managed to walk their way into his heart —one more than all the others, but that is a whole different story. They had even brought his baby brother, which likely called for a truce. They had assembled everything he most loved. And he hadn’t even mentioned enough how much he loved each one of them. Because he didn’t have to. They saw him. Just like he saw them.
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hauntedwitch04 · 6 months ago
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Fallen angel
Priest!Remus Lupin x reader
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Warnings: smut, corruption kink, swearing, kinda voyeurism, not proofreaded
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DAY 14: Innocence
Remus knows it is wrong, but sinning has never been sweeter.
You came for Mass as you did every Sunday, together with your family. Remus always took a few minutes to look at you as you sat in the front row, in your usual cream and powder-pink dress, your little white shoes and the pink headband in your hair. If he hadn't known better, the young priest would certainly have thought you were an angel.
Throughout the mass he tried never to look at you, knowing that he would then have to hide a very obvious erection that would be very difficult to explain.
You are his forbidden dream and his most terrible perversion.You, with your air so graceful and your soul so good, were the one who would make even a saint sin, and Remus is convinced of this. There is no mortal soul according to him who would not think of your lips, your breasts, your legs in a sinful way.
Once the sacred service was over and the faithful were greeted, Remus headed for the confessional, knowing that a couple of people would be coming in seeking absolution. Usually he was not the one to hear confessions, but Father James, who, however, due to commitments could not do so today, so he had asked Remus to do so. At that thought he could not help but smile, thinking how he could ever grant absolution, when at night she often dreamed of you, as he fucked you, as you lay naked on top of the church altar.
Remus has been sitting in the confessional for a while, listening to people's sins and assuring them that God would forgive them if they showed a willingness to absolve themselves, when he decides to leave since there are other things to do and it has been several minutes since anyone came in after the last one who had come in, a man who had cheated on his wife with his sister.
The moment he is about to leave that cramped space, however, he hears your voice caressing the air.
"Father James, I should confess." You say in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.
Remus knows it is wrong the shiver that runs down his spine as he feels the sensation of desire growing inside him. He sits back as he wonders whether to tell the truth or to lie and pretend to be his friend, knowing that this would only be the beginning of the series of sins he would be thinking and doing, moments from now, imagining you kneeling beside him.
"Go ahead my child." Whispers the young priest as he imitates his colleague's voice.
"Father, I have sinned. The devil has taken me by the hand and led me down an evil road." You comment as you wring your hands.
"What have you ever done that is so terrible? You are an angel on earth, you cannot disappoint the Lord." Remus comments, as he feels his pants getting tighter and tighter, in imagining your lips inches away from his lap, separated only by a thin perforated wooden panel.
"I've been thinking about so many wrong things." You pause for a moment and then ask a question. "Father, if I tell you, you will never tell anyone right?"
"Of course angel, no one but me, you and Our Lord will ever know what you are going to tell me." Remus says, trying to reassure you; you nod and go on.
"Father, the other night I had a dream-a sex dream. I was-I was with this boy and he was touching my whole body, then his hands stopped...right there." You say, and Remus immediately closes his eyes, throwing his head back, praying himself not to come at that same moment in his pants.
"It was probably all because of that movie my friend showed me where there's a sex scene, since I've never been intimately with any man, but here's that's not the worst part."
"Oh no?" Remus asks, instinctively, as he feels his self-control slipping through his fingers as he puts his hand on the button that fastens his pants.
"No, because then when I woke up...here I didn't really know what I was doing, but I felt that I was very wet in my underwear and I didn't understand why."
"God child, what have you done?" Remus comments under his breath, not thinking you could hear him as he pulls his cock out of his pants and begins to massage it, since by now the erection was becoming too painful.
"Yes father, I know I sinned a lot, I know because then I did something I'm very ashamed of. I touched myself down there, and-and I think I gave myself pleasure." You confess, your voice almost on the verge of tears. Remus tightens his hand around your cock as he takes a deep breath and stops his movements, knowing that if he continued he would come in seconds.
"What exactly did you do my dear? How did you touch yourself?" Remus asks in a rough voice as he hears you fidgeting on the other side of the grate.
"But Father, I would sin one more time if I repeated it out loud." You comment frightened, as you feel your white panties getting wet again, under the pink skirt you wear.
"No my child. God, and I, need to know what exactly you have done, to absolve your sins, of course." You try to explain Remus convincingly. A few seconds of stalemate pass before you respond.
"You are right Father, I am so foolish. I'll tell you what I did then." You say, in a tone of conviction, before being interrupted again by the young priest.
"I think though if you just told it you might forget some things, and we definitely don't want something like that to happen right?"
"No Father, absolutely not. What do you recommend I do then?" You ask eager to please the priest.
"Why don't you try to do again what you did that night, too. Try touching yourself the same way you gave yourself pleasure as you tell me about it, try thinking about who you were thinking about that night as you came on your fingers." Remus says, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as hesitantly a hand immediately goes to the hem of your skirt. You spend a few seconds assessing the situation and then decide to do as Father advises, so you bring your right hand inside your white panties, and with one finger you brush your pussy, feeling how wet it is. This slight gesture of yours makes you moan, and Remus can't help but imagine you under him as you make all those lovely sounds.
"That's right, keep touching yourself while you tell me how you sinned bimbo." Remus says, taking his erection back in his right hand as some pre-cum slides from the tip to the base. The sensitive tip of his cock feels the drafts of air coming in through the small door in front of him, and he can't help but think those are the correspondence of your labored breathing.
"I put my hand in my panties, and with my middle finger I began to caress my..."
"Say it my child, don't be ashamed, it's more than natural."
"About my pussy. Slowly I started to move my finger around, to see if it really feels as much pleasure as it said in the movie, and that's how I found out that it does, but it takes time. Then after a few minutes of touching her, I tried to stick a finger inside."
"Did you like it?"
"Not so much at first, then after a few times I was going back and forth, like he did in the movie, I started to like him a lot, however I couldn't get to the pleasure." You continue, while touching yourself in the same way you are telling it, however the pleasure this time comes much faster than the first time, as you already feel on the verge of orgasm.
"And how did you get to orgasm baby?" Remus asks, as he knows he too is getting closer and closer to reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.
"I imagined it was someone else doing those things on me." You confess shyly between moans. Your hand is completely wet, and your fingers are also cramping, but you don't care.
"And who were you thinking of?"
"To Father Remus. "You whisper in a low voice as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. "Father James please absolve me, please remove this stain from my soul, I cannot live knowing I will end up in the clutches of Mephistopheles." You pray as your fingers quicken.
"Cum. And I will absolve you my child, come now my little fallen angel." Remus says, before coming himself with powerful spurts, in his own hand, as he imagines you convulsing after your orgasm, your plump lips wide open as you moan and your sinful chest poking out of your dress.
At the same time you come around your fingers, moaning and rolling your eyes in pleasure as you feel every muscle in your body contract and relax without you having control over anything.
"Father am I absolved?" You ask with bated breath, as you adjust your skirt, and try to make yourself presentable again. Remus struggles to catch his breath too, especially as he thinks back to the final confession you made: you think of him when you have to give yourself pleasure.
Part of him would like to console you by saying that he is not just thinking about the other person to get to orgasm, but knowing that this is not the case, he decides to adopt another technique.
"Of course my dear, no sin stains your candid soul anymore, just a piece of advice. Just the next one I advise you to go and report these kinds of sins and problems directly to Father Remus, he is a very open-minded man who specializes in the kind of problem you have child."
"What is my problem, Father?" You ask fearfully.
"I think it's really a sex demon, angel." At Remus's words you wince, but he immediately heartens you. "Don't worry baby, he's very good and will know how to help you, but it's important that you don't tell anyone about your condition, okay?"
"Of course Father James, thank you for the advice, I will go right away and talk to Father Remus tomorrow."
"Good, very good my sweet fallen angel." He says, before saying goodbye and hearing you leave.
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fourmoony · 1 year ago
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I cannot stop thinking about infatuated Remus x reader in the library 🙏 I’m dying for a part two of their date - maybe where Remus shows reader the constellations and there’s lots of sweet fluff and vulnerability and flustered Remus <3
i can't stop thinking about them either! maybe i could make a lil mini-series out of them???? maybe. thanks for requesting, lovely! hope you enjoy!
1.6k remus x fem!reader fluff language probably completely wrong astrology information
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"Are you cold?"
You're sitting across from Remus on a blanket he stole from Lily. He's not sorry about stealing it, but he is sorry that he didn't think to steal another to wrap around you. It's the middle of December and even though you're bundled up in one of the university's merch jumpers and a puffy jacket, Remus is worried this date is his worst idea - like, ever - and that you're going to freeze to death. But despite the cold, thin air, you're smiling happily over at Remus, gloved hands wrapped around a cheap hot chocolate from the canteen and your cheeks rounded out in a smile.
You look so gorgeous, Remus thinks. Your nose has gone slightly red from the cold, and your cheeks have followed suit, but your eyes are glistening with the glow of the festive fairy lights hanging from the lampposts in the distance that line the walk ways of the university grounds. He'd really like to kiss you, he thinks. He has done. Twice, since that day in the library. It'd made his knees buckle both times. Once, leaving the pub a little tipsy and dazed, high off of the flirtatious talking and touching all night, pressed up against the wall with the smell of smoke in the air, and once more when he'd dropped you off at your flat door. That one had been sweet, much softer than the one outside of the pub. A simple goodnight followed by bashful smiles and a heartfelt promise to see each other again soon.
He doesn't kiss you, but he does rub a doting hand up and down your leg, attempting to bring some warmth to it under your thin leggings, even when you protest and promise him devotedly that you're okay. How could you not be? You're there with him, after all. Remus concedes under your assurances, moving so he's directly next to you. Thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder. He can smell the sweetness of your perfume, the strawberry of your shampoo, and he's so beyond grateful you've given him an opportunity to be so close to you, again.
"So, are you gonna tell me why we're out here?" You ask Remus, head turned and tilted to look up at him.
You're giving him that smile. The one that makes his chest hurt and his blood thrum in his veins. The one that he likes to believe means you're happy to be spending time with him, that you're enjoying yourself, that you'd be happy to be out here counting the blades of iced over grass just because he's there. You'd never admit it if he asked, but you know in yourself it's true. You'd sit here all night freezing your arse off with shitty canteen hot chocolate just to spend time with Remus Lupin. It's sick, honestly. Marlene would laugh at you something awful.
Remus hums, eyes flitting to your lips distractedly before he remembers himself, "The stars."
It's a poor explanation, Remus knows, but he hopes you remember your tipsy giggles, the way you'd gushed about how pretty the stars were this deep into the countryside, and how you'd love to know everything you possibly could about every last one. Well. Remus isn't good at a lot. He's constantly forgetting to remove his reds from his washing and dying all of his clothes pink, he can't cook to save his life, he can't sing, or wax poetic, but he can sure as hell lie on the freezing cold ground in the middle of December and tell you about the constellations. For goodness sakes, it's part of his degree.
The excited smile that comes over your face does absolutely nothing good for Remus' heart rate nor his sanity. He thinks you're going to drive him mad. James says it's not possible. He did, eventually, ask if your beauty could be a leading factor in Remus' inevitable death via heart attack and James confidently told him that it's simply not possible. Remus disagrees. What does he know, anyway? He's not even fully qualified, yet. Idiot.
"Ooooh," You shimmy impossibly closer to Remus excitedly, eyes alight with joy, and pull him to lay down with you.
He complies, your bodies pressed together and emulating a warmth that shouldn't be possible for the minus two degree weather. It startles Remus how right this all feels. You're here, with him. Pressed comfortably to his side, your left hand threaded through his right, puffs of cold air coming from your mouths and fading away into the night air. He'd not sure what he ever did to deserve such an opportunity, but he'll be damned if he's not going to make the most of it. Of his time with you.
"Okay, so, this one." You point to a cluster of stars directly above you both with the hand that's not interlocked with his.
Remus does his best to follow, mapping with his eyes the collection of stars you've pointed to. "That's Orion. Most visible in the UK during the winter, supposed to be January til' April, but it's a really clear night, I s'pose."
You hum to show you're listening, lips parted ever so slightly, and Remus extends his own hand, "If you follow southeast from here," he wiggles his finger and you press the index finger of yours to his, following his line with a giggle, "it leads to Sirius."
"Brightest star in the sky." You whisper, voice in awe of the bright, twinkling star just right of you both.
Remus scoffs. Hell if he'd ever forget it, he's heard his best friend proclaim it enough times. You seem to come to this realisation, too, laughing and pushing the side of your face into Remus' shoulder. He rests his head atop yours, allowing you to take the warmth and hiding place from him, continues on in his mini-astronomy lesson with a finger pointed at a new collection of stars.
"Ursa Major is over here," His voice is a quiet murmur, careful and sticky sweet, "It's like, one of the most famous in the Northern Hemisphere. It's known as 'The Great Bear'."
He looks down to find you staring at the cluster of stars with a smile he can't read. He thinks it's you realising how big the universe is, how small you and Remus are, in comparison. Remus would disagree. He thinks wherever this thing with you goes, his feelings are going to carry on throughout the entirety of the universe. He's sure of that much. And listen, he's studied an astounding amount about the universe, it's gravitational pulls, the sheer size of it, the possibility that there are more out there. He's spent hours upon hours writing thesis papers, studying the actual cold hard facts, the universe is massive. That's a simple statement in and of itself.
But Remus knows. He knows for damn well sure that he's going to fall head over heels in love with you, and he's going to make sure that love fills every single bit of the universe there is to cover. He's not an idiot, though. He's not going to tell you that on the first - official, anyway - date. He thinks maybe you're having a similar thought process, though. At least, he'd like to think.
"Do you ever think about how tiny we actually are?" Your voice is soft, awe stricken, almost, and he doesn't have to look down at you to know your kind eyes are still roaming the night sky.
He makes an amused sort of hum, lips tilting into a cocky smirk and you meet his gaze, a questioning look lingering there. "Well, no. 'Cause I'm a whopping six foot and you're five foot nothing, love."
Your eyes light up when you scoff, using your free hand to whack at his chest and Remus laughs. It's loud and it's obnoxious but you're laughing too. His eyes find yours again, soft and careful, hoping you can read just how genuine he's being when he tells you, "All the time. In the grand scheme of things, we are specks of nothingness. At least, I used to think that."
Your brows furrow, Remus reaches up to pad his thumb over the crease lines before you can even talk, "Why don't you anymore?"
Remus shrugs. Is it too sappy to admit you've singlehandedly changed his opinion on such a subject in the three weeks he's properly known you? Is that coming on too strong?
You're looking up at him, soft lips parted, waiting on an answer and Remus decides fuck it, he's not going to ever refrain from telling you how much power you have over him. "You."
"Me?"
Remus nods, the ghost of an overly fond smile on his lips as he reaches up to push a fallen strand of hair away from your face, "Yeah. How could a girl like you be anything like an insignificant speck of nothingness?"
You both preen at and shy away from his praise, his flirtatious comment, and Remus feels his heart thrashing against his ribs at the way you whine his name. He chuckles softly as crimson takes over your neck and cheeks, an obvious change from the wind bitten skin from before. He smiles cheekily, chasing the line of your sight, head dipping to meet it.
"I'm serious, you know." He tells you.
You look transfixed for a moment. Ethereal. Entirely too beautiful and enamoured with his words. He's about to kiss you when your own cheeky grin comes over your face, eyes bright as you turn to point at the sky, "No, silly," You chide jokingly, "That's Sirius."
And oh, for fucks sake, Remus is well and truly done for.
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aanoia · 1 year ago
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Dying
Poly!marauders x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, Sirius Black x reader
Summary; the marauders had known their girlfriend smoked to dissipate the pain from her abusive family. They just didn't know how bad it could, and would get
Words; 1,400+
Warnings; serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health
If you are easily triggered I advise you do not read this as it covers very serious topics.
I will be making a part 2 with a happy ending, because they exist and you deserve one, no matter how deep you've dug yourself into a hole.
Pt. 2
If you are struggling with mental health issues and need help call or text 988 to get in touch with the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. If you are struggling with substance abuse and or mental health and need help call 1-800-662-4357 to get on the phone with an employee of SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration. If you are being abused or neglecting by family members or someone else and need help call 800-799-7233 to get on the phone with some from the National Domestic Violence Hotline.
If you need help please reach out. Whether it be to one of the resources above, a trusted adult or friend, or me. I cannot speak for others around you but I can for me and I am here for every single one of you. You can talk to me no matter how small, large, serious, "dumb" ("" bc no problem is actually dumb), no matter what. I will sit and listen to you for hours. Almost everything mentioned in this story are things I have experienced. Abuse. Self harm. Substance abuse (smoking and drinking). And pushing away the people who want to help. I understand and will listen. You matter, and you are loved. It will get better, I promise. You can take my word for it. I love all of you, no matter who you are, and I beg you to reach out of you need someone to help bare the weight the world has given you. I'm here for you, and I'm proud of you for being here today, no matter how hard to was.
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When James, Sirius, and Remus first found out their girlfriend was a borderline stoner, they seemed fine with it for the most part. James was indifferent, believing she wasn’t consuming a dangerous amount. Sirius was impressed and baffled, he spent weeks trying to figure out how she snuck the drug into Hogwarts, which had a strict policy against the use of substances. Every once in a while Sirius even joined Y/n in a smoking session. Remus, however, seemed to be the only one who was slightly worried, he knew all about unhealthy coping mechanisms and how addictive they are, but he chose to trust his girlfriend and left it alone, something he felt very guilty about later on.
Everything changed after the summer before sixth year. The four had kept in frequent touch, mourning over the fact that they couldn’t find a time to get together. Mid August Y/n had stopped responding to letters sent by her boyfriends, which worried them immensely. And when she arrived at platform 9 ¾, looking sickly pale and high out of her mind, they knew something was wrong. 
Stubborn as usual, Y/n proclaimed she was fine. Having lied and said that this was her first time doing any illegal substances, which includes alcohol and other drugs, in weeks, and she was just enjoying it. Each of the boys had a pit in their stomach, their girlfriends usually cheerful aura completely gone, seeming to have faded over the summer.
Sirius was the first to notice the problem with your smoking. He took into account the changes in your stash when he would join you every once in a while, the amount you had from one session into another completely decimating your lie about only smoking once or twice a week. 
Remus was the one who noticed your drinking problem. He had invited you on a study date with just him, James and Sirius being busy with quidditch practice, and you had showed up late. He didn’t mind, knowing you weren’t the most punctual person, but what he did mind was the strong scent of alcohol you had attempted to cover up with a spell. It hadn’t worked.
Now, poor oblivious James was the one to uncover the self harm scars on his beautiful girlfriend's body. It had been a rare time where you had decided to hang out with the boy, as you had been pulling away from the three at an alarming rate. So, James decided to make the most of it, not knowing the next time this would happen. His way of making the most of it was laying down in bed, bodies pressed up against each other and your chest steadily rose and fell. He had fallen into a light sleep before he was woken up as you adjusted your position, throwing your arm out to the side. He looked at you with a tired smile, grateful for this moment as his gaze traveled up your arm. His smile fell as his heart dropped. When you had stretched your arm out the sleeves of your jumper had ridden up your wrist, revealing the angry red cuts protruding from your skin. James felt tears prick his eyes, not knowing what to do.
Today was a particularly rough day for Y/n. She had received a letter from her parents, informing her that they wish she was never their daughter, and that she would find some creative way to die to rid them of their burden of a disgraceful daughter. It was no exaggeration to say she was out of it. Anyone with any common sense could tell as she stumbled through the Great Hall, smelling greatly of whiskey and weed, and anyone with a good nose (Remus, due to his furry problem, and Sirius, due to his furry gift) could sense the metallic smell of blood coating her skin.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Remus mumbled, standing up from his spot at the table, James and Sirius looking up quizzically. “I’m over this. We need to talk to her. Now.” He said and the boys nodded, standing up with him and walking to the girl. Sirius gently touched her shoulder, leading her out as she made a face of disgust at his closeness, causing his heart to twang. 
She had been so mean lately, and it was slowly shattering the boys’ heart, however, it was affecting Sirius the most. He missed his girl. The one who always cheered him up and provided him bucket loads of support when he was thrown to the curb and disowned.
They carefully led the girl into the boys’ empty dorm, and the three were thankful Peter decided to eat breakfast this morning instead of sleeping in. Y/n sat on the bed, reaching into her cloak and pulling out a shiny silver flask.
Remus scoffed and grabbed the flask from her hands, “Fucking no, Y/n.”
Anger flashed across the girls face, “The fuck is your problem?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
He waved the flask in front of her face angrily, “This shit is! And the weed! And, baby,” His voice softened. “We know you’ve been cutting. Why won’t you let us in?”
She scoffed and stood up, snatching the flask from the boys hand, “Because it’s my fucking mind and you guys have no right to pretend you deserve to know what’s going on in it.” It was Sirius’ turn to scoff and Y/n looked over with raised eyebrows. “What, got a problem, Black?” She asked again.
“Yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem. You’re being a bitch.” He said angrily.
“Excuse you? I’m being a bitch?” She took a step closer. “Says fucking you, Sirius. The only bitch here is you. With your endless manipulation and fucking lies!”
“Okay, you need to calm down.” Remus said before Sirius could speak.
The only sound that could be heard was Y/n’s loud laughter. It lasted a moment before abruptly stopping as she threw the flask down and neared Remus. 
She placed her hands on his chest, smoothing down a wrinkle, “You guys are the ones freaking out when I’m.” She pushed him back, his eyes widened. “Fucking.” Push. “Fine.” His back hit the wall and James, who had been silent the entire time finally stepped in between the two, anger covering his features.
“Back off. We have done nothing but love you! We don’t deserve this shit, Y/n. You don’t have to tell us everything but a simple fucking explanation is due! Even if you won’t give us that you have no right, no right, to lay your hands on us, and I will not put up with this bullshit.” He said and it was silent. The boys held their breaths, hoping James’ speech got through to the Y/n as her and James had a staring contest.
Y/n smirked, “Look at you. The little bitch finally comes out of his shell, and spews utter bullshit.” She said flatly, moving to grab her flask and her bag which she had previously set on the bed. She walked to the door and paused, “We’re over, by the way. I’m leaving your sorry asses.” And she walked out.
The moment the door shut James' body shook with silent sobs and Remus wrapped his arms around the boy, resting his head in between his shoulder blades. Sirius joined the hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears of his own left his eyes. 
The three stood there, hugging each other tightly as they cried in each other's arms. They had no choice now but to watch the girl they loved most slowly kill herself, for a reason unknown to them.
Unbeknownst to them, the girl slid down the backside of the door, hand covering her mouth to silence her sobs. She knew it was getting bad and she knew those boys cared about her and wanted to help and she fucking pushed them away, afraid they would turn out to be like her parents. Cruel and abusive. She regretted leaving the moment the door slammed shut, her mind immediately sobering up as she realized what she had done. She just lost the three most important people in her life, people who loved her, if they still could after her cruel words.  In that moment she realized the most terrifying thing. The thing that haunted her nightmares and fueled her addictions. In all her attempts to cut her parents from her life and forget about them. She had become them.
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hprewetts · 1 year ago
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an angsty blurb or one shot with Remus dc what about🩷
i'm so sorry it took me a few days omg, i'm the world's slowest writer. that said, tysm for leaving a request<333 i hope i was enough, i used "you" because it comes more naturally to me but if someone wants third person they can say so and i'll try to suffice. i'm still very new to writing this format of fics but i appreciate the trust, here we go :)
This is not a tragedy
summary: you ask remus to get married after james and lily announce their engagement. his answer does not surprise you. 571 words. pairing: remus lupin x reader tags: non committed remus lupin, angst no comfort, open ending, break up (sort of), use of "you" for reader
"Let's do it," you say, "let's get married."
The air is cold against your cheeks once you step onto the balcony. Your breath comes out in white clouds of smoke, drawing trails of mist that disappear against the winds of winter. The words, too, come out slowly from your mouth.
Remus is smoking a cigarette, leaning onto the veranda. James, Sirius, Lily and Peter left a while ago. It's just you two now.
You wait, expectant. The snow rages outside your little flat. It rages inside you, too.
"We want to do it while we can," James had explained at the table, holding onto Lily's hands. The gesture had you breathless for a moment, painfully aware of how much you are missing. "We might not survive the war, the time for living is now."
And you had thought he had been right, at the time. James and Lily wanted to die without regrets and, in a way, their wedding itself was a defiance against the war.
You can not subdue us, it said, you cannot scare us. A pureblood and a muggleborn would be joined in marriage in the middle of the world's greatest attempt to stop exactly that. There is some sort of irony about it that sits quite right.
It's less romantic to you, really. Your love is but a mundane feeling.
James and Lily are larger than life in contrast; their union a symbol of something rebellious, their love alive against all odds.
You feel a little selfish, after giving it some thought, because the only thing you want is Remus to yourself. But perhaps just loving is enough, during these times of terror.
Remus inhales, then slowly lets out a puff of smoke. You just stare, trying to remember this moment. The way his tousled hair sits against his forehead, that scar on his nose you've always been so fond, the way his scars shine against the moonlight. You try to remember, treasure this instant so it won't be lost forever, knowing that you'll lose him.
"I'm sorry," Remus says without meeting your gaze. It's something quiet and small, you can't bring yourself to blame him. "But I can't."
The blow comes quietly, making your chest hurt. You can't say this is groundbreaking, that the world shatters around you because it does not. You held a little hope that he'd say yes, that his love for you would be stronger than whatever it is he's fighting back.
But it does not.
You were always an outsider, a stranger in your own relationship. Remus had always hidden something from you, something big, that you should have known. He disappeared, for days on end, and would never tell you where. When you asked about his scars, he'd lie, his innermost worries, he'd never tell. Remus never let you see him whole, but you thought he would, with time and patience, and that was your mistake.
You were just never that kind of couple.
"I'm sorry," Remus says again.
"I know," you whisper.
"I love you," he repeats.
"I know," you say back.
You try to remember this moment, record it on your memory, but even as he stands before you, the details have already started escaping your memory.
Remus Lupin was never and would never be yours. But you've known that for so long it might as well not hurt at all.
Except it does. It really, really does.
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moonsandmobilityaids · 1 month ago
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The Last One To Know
Pairings: Remus Lupin x disabled!reader (part of my poly!marauders x disabled!reader universe) Summary: It's not until he's holding your hand in a muggle hospital that Remus realises he's in love with you. Warnings: Chronic illness, hospital, barely conscious reader Series Masterlist
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The scent of antiseptic clings to the air, a harsh juxtaposition to the sterility that surrounds him. The bedsheets are crisp and clean, their texture unfamiliar against his skin. Remus grimaces, wishing for the musty smell of parchment and ink, the comforting warmth of a crackling fireplace—anything but the cold reality of this place.
And yet, he remains, undeterred by the stark white walls and the persistent beep of machines monitoring your every breath. He cannot leave, not when you need him most.
The rhythmic pulsing of the machine is a cruel reminder of the fight you're waging. It's a sound that grates on his nerves, each beep a countdown he doesn't want to acknowledge. But in the quiet lulls between, there's another sound—the hushed whispers of nurses moving just beyond the door, their words indiscernible yet laden with concern.
You lie motionless upon the bed, save for the shallow rise and fall of your chest. Your skin is pale, almost translucent under the harsh hospital lights, dark circles standing out starkly against your features. Every now and then, your eyelids flutter open, revealing eyes glazed with pain and weariness before they close again, surrendering to unconsciousness.
Remus' hand tightens around yours, his thumb tracing gentle patterns over your knuckles. He doesn't know if you can feel his touch through the numbness that's claimed you, but he hopes—no, he prays—that somewhere within the depths of your being, you sense his presence.
It's hard for him to see you like this, so frail and vulnerable, with neither magic nor muggle medicine offering a reprieve from your suffering. He wants to do more—to be able to do more—but all he can do is sit here, his heart heavy with the weight of helplessness.
Your fingers twitch in his hand, a feeble response, but it's something. For a fleeting second, your eyes flutter open just enough for him to see the recognition there. It's brief, almost imperceptible, but it's enough.
"Remus," you murmur, your voice barely a whisper above the hum of machines.
His heart clenches at the sound—your voice, weak yet undeniably there. "I'm here," he responds, leaning in closer. "I'm not going anywhere."
Your eyelashes flutter and close again, a slight exhale passing through your lips as if his presence alone can alleviate the pain—if only for a moment. The relief is fleeting, but it's something, and Remus clings to it.
Your mother stands at the threshold of the room, arms crossed, her face etched with worry. She doesn't speak or move closer; she simply watches Remus hold your hand, as if his touch could make any difference—as if he could make a difference.
And yet, somehow, he knows that he does. He understands that now.
Remus can't pinpoint when it started—the ache in his chest that's more than just empathy for your suffering. It's for you. For the way your smile brightens even his darkest days, for how you seem to know exactly what he needs before he does, for the look in your eyes that tells him he's more than the boy who disappears every full moon. More than the monster he sometimes fears he is.
His eyes never leave you, tracking each rise and fall of your chest, the gentle rhythm a balm to his frayed nerves. And then, without warning, it hits him—a feeling so profound, it steals the breath from his lungs.
"I love you." The words form silently on his lips, an admission that both terrifies and exhilarates him. He tightens his grip around your fingers, drawing strength from the pulse of life beneath your skin.
Of course, he's always cared for you, felt this inexplicable need to shield you from the world's cruelties. But this realisation that blossoms in the sterile silence is more than that—it's a love deep and unwavering, a force that simultaneously anchors and unmoors him.
It scares him, this depth of feeling, yet it brings a sense of peace he hasn't known before—like finding a missing piece of a puzzle he hadn't realised was incomplete. He leans forward, pressing his lips against your fingers in a feather-light kiss, lest anything more shatter the fragile moment.
"Come back to us," he murmurs, not caring that the words are lost, swallowed by the stillness of the room. "Please."
He glances up and finds your mother already there, hovering close, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Exhaustion etches lines into her face, and her eyes hold the red tinge of too many tears shed and nights gone without sleep. But as she meets Remus's gaze, something shifts behind her weary expression—recognition, perhaps, or the faintest trace of acceptance.
There's no exchange of words between them, no need for empty reassurances or polite gestures. In this moment, they are bound by a singular purpose, two points converging on the axis of their shared concern—for you, the centre around which their world is momentarily forced to revolve.
And in the quiet, a promise forms within him, unspoken but ironclad. He will stay. Whatever comes next, whatever battles you must fight, he will be there, at your side. Because he loves you. And he's not going anywhere.
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wastelandmoony · 3 months ago
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Heyy I don’t know if you take requests or not but I saw you write for both HL and the marauders, and I’ve had this specific fic idea that I cannot find to save my life (and I’m a shit writer) so I was wondering about like fem!hufflepuff!reader during the marauders era, but she has like the ancient magic from HL (maybe voldemort is trying to harness it instead of ranrok) and nobody knows except her 😳😳 and she’s friends with the marauders but she kinda has a thing for remus and he does too but they’re so shy, and somehow her powers get revealed, she gets hurt, angst + hurt/comfort???
Hi!!! I don't explicitly take requests, but I'm also not opposed to them so thank you for submitting one! I feel like this is a little more angsty than you were originally after, so I apologize lol
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Icarian Carrion
Pairing: Remus Lupin x F!reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Angst, language, sexual innuendos
Hogwarts, 1978
The Room of Requirement was silent as she inhaled deeply, letting both eyes sink shut. The wand hummed against her palm, a constant almost imperceptible vibration that kept her grounded. She listened closely to the chirping birds, the rustling of leaves, the creak of branches. Exhaling slowly, she opened her eyes and braced for the targets. Quickly, multiple dummies rose from the bushes, and she unleashed her attack one after another. The power flowing through her spanned back generations, handed down by her mother, from her mother before her, her mother before her, and so on, tracing back to the 1800s. She’d known she was different from a young age, having abilities to see things others could not, being able to wield magic far beyond her years; her mother was not surprised of course, being the one to harness identical power, and the moment she was able to fully comprehend the scope of it, her mother sat her down and explained their family history. 
During the Goblin Rebellion in the late 19th century, her great-great-grandmother uncovered a hidden repository filled with ancient magic. To ensure the magic was never able to fall into the wrong hands, she absorbed it, passing it down generation after generation. Her mother instilled in her the knowledge of how large of a responsibility this was, that this power could still be harnessed by outside forces by coercion and manipulation. She would always need to be on guard, and always trust her instincts. 
So here she was, blasting at dueling dummies in the Room of Requirement during her free period between classes. The news had been getting increasingly more dire, and it seemed like James had a new update from his parents on the war efforts almost every other day now. Her mother worried that the day might come when her abilities would be necessary, so she had warned her via owl post months ago to be ready for anything, whether that be fighting back or disappearing completely. There was already a plan in place to pull her out of school and lie low outside of the country should her parents feel that she was in danger. But she refused to run, refused to hide, especially with her friends all eager on joining the Order. The lot of them had vowed to do it after leaving school in a few months, Sirius and James foaming at the mouth for the chance to fight. None of them knew about her abilities, a secret her family had kept for generations, but continuing that tradition was becoming harder and harder because of one person in particular. 
She exited the Room of Requirement quietly, keeping cool and neutral to avoid being caught. As she rounded the corner towards the main stairway, a hand pulled her down the opposite hall.
“What were you doing?” Remus stared at her curiously, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
“Studying?” She choked out, trying her best to sound convincing and normal. 
He didn’t buy it.
“Bullshit,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “don’t lie to me, you’re a terrible liar, love.” 
Fuck. He always knew how to rip at her heartstrings with a single word. She had met the boys during her first year at school, quickly melding into their group seamlessly. They became a tightly knit group, over the years folding in more friends like Marlene, Lily, and Mary. Out of them all though, Remus had always been her closest confidant. They were never far from one another, always drawn in like magnets. She loved him fiercely, a feeling that up until the past year or so she had thought was strictly platonic; ignoring all of the butterflies and skipped heartbeats when he was near. She loved him. She was in love with him. She would rather die than risk their friendship and address it.
Pushing past him to continue back toward the stairs, she huffed. “I’m not lying, I was studying for Defense. Something you could probably benefit from…” she gave him a sarcastic glance, catching his overly-dramatic scoff. 
“Excuse me?” It only took him a few long strides to catch up to her, falling into step as they made their way downstairs, “I’ll have you know that I’ve received top marks in Defense every single year.”
She bit back a grin, walking towards the Great Hall. The distant sound of students eating echoed down the corridor. 
“You’re up to something,” Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously, just as the smell of lunch permeated the air. He was always so easily distracted by food, something she never failed to use to an advantage. “I’ll figure it out soon enough, don’t you worry.” He smirked playfully, immediately dropping his crusade in lieu of joining the other boys at the table. 
She sighed with mild relief, taking her place beside him.
———
It was stupid of her to assume that Remus had forgotten about seemingly catching her at the Room of Requirement, though hindsight is 20/20 after all. The following week, she made her usual trip up to practice with the dummies again, only this time she had a visitor. The corridor outside the room was clear (she always made sure to triple check), so she quietly whispered the phrase to make the door appear. As she slipped into the room, Remus snuck in behind her, eliciting a swift shove against the wall. 
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She hissed, slamming the door shut before anyone else could come in, keeping her palm flat against his chest.
He smiled triumphantly as she backed away, “I followed you.”
She narrowed her eyes, “Creep.”
Remus chuckled quietly, peering around at the Room of Requirement and whistling low in admiration. “This is…something else…”
Sighing, she sat in a chair beside a large wooden desk strewn with papers and books. “I come here to study.” Not a complete lie, which kept the guilt from eating away at her. 
Remus hummed questioningly, staring out at the dueling dummies that lined the magically-created forest off to the left. 
“I don’t think you do, at least not for classes anyway,” he mused, gaze coming to a scrutinizing rest on her. “Tell me what’s going on. You’ve been my best friend for years, I know when something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong Remus,” she mumbled, heart beginning to beat out of her chest. 
“Whatever it is,” his expression softened slightly, “I can help. Let me help you.”
She shook her head, resolve beginning to chip. “You can’t help this time…”
She watched as he visibly swallowed dryly, “So…there is something going on then, isn’t there?”
For a few moments, they stared at each other, standing at the edge of an impasse. Finally, she sighed, and began to tell Remus everything. 
———
“So you’ve been preparing to fight?” Remus had paled slightly when she explained her end goal. No matter what her parents wanted, she was going to use her abilities to fight back. It could be a turning point in the war, if only she could strengthen and control them fully. 
She nodded firmly, unwavering even after hearing him beg for her to stay out of this. “Do you—do you want me to show you?” 
Remus smiled slightly, eager to see the ancient magic she had described in action. He watched intently as she cast some of it towards the dummies, illuminating the space around them with bright blue light before each dummy shattered into pieces with barely a flick of her wrist. When she finished, Remus stared at her in awe, like a goddess come down to this earth. She blushed at the intensity of his gaze, “Please stop looking at me like that.”
He didn’t. Instead, abruptly spitting out a sentence that froze her entirely.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She stared back at him, “…what?”
Remus shook his head, averting his eyes quickly as he realized what he had said out loud. “I uh—I should go actually. I forgot I told Sirius I’d meet him—“
“Yeah. That’s…fine,” she coughed nervously, “I’ll see you at dinner later?”
Remus nodded, and she didn’t miss the blush that dusted his cheeks as he turned towards the door.
———
London, 1979
Sirius swung his legs as he sat on the kitchen counter, watching as the two of them bickered back and forth. “Oh come off it Moony!” He smirked, taking a sip of his coffee, “Let her go, she’s one of the best fighters we have.”
She shot Sirius a wink, quickly focusing back on Remus’ scowling face. 
“I’m not letting her go off on this completely insane mission for Dumbledore!” Remus snapped, folding his arms across his chest in finality. 
“You’re not letting me?” Her eyes widened, “I'm sorry, but who are you to determine what I may or may not do with my own life?”
Remus visibly bristled, “Your best fucking friend! Someone who cares very deeply about you!”
She hummed, just as Sirius mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “that’s one way to put it.”
“Well as my best friend, you of all people should respect my wishes. I’m doing the job, and you can’t stop me,” she pushed past him to exit the kitchen they all shared, but not before Sirius could let out a frustrated huff of annoyance.
“Can you two just please, do us all a favor, and fuck already?” 
She stopped in her tracks, Remus freezing as well. Neither of them made a move until she turned slowly to glare daggers at Sirius.
“What the fuck is wrong with you…” she mumbled, finally storming down the hallway and slamming the door to her room. 
Sirius smirked, hopping off the counter to clap Remus on the shoulder. “All I’m gonna say, is that I’m going to James’ house for a few hours. So feel free to be as loud as you want. Get out some of that anger.”
Before Remus could swat him, Sirius ducked and apparated to meet James. 
He sighed, collecting his thoughts before making the walk down to her room, unable to let her leave on a bad note. The mission she had be asked to lead was a dangerous one, Dumbledore had asked for her personally. Remus wasn’t sure of the entire job, seeing as how he wasn’t involved, but he had a feeling it had to do with her abilities. Dumbledore had found out about them shortly after they all joined the Order, but only because she had let him. She wanted to show him that she could be a weapon, and a devastating one at that; one that the Order could use (or exploit as he put it) to end the war. The notion didn’t sit right with Remus, something he had tried to express multiple times to her with no response other than “Dumbledore knows what he’s doing, Remus”. Knocking softly, he listened for a response.
“I don’t want to talk to you Remus,” she called through the door, immediately knowing he would show up and apologize moments after their fight. They’d been friends for too long, their habits and quirks were as familiar as a reflection. 
Remus sighed, “Please open the door. I just…I need to talk to you.”
The lock clicked, door opening a crack to reveal her stoic face. “Go ahead, then.”
He resisted rolling his eyes, “May I come in?”
“You don’t seem to have an issue dictating my actions, so you tell me.” 
Before he could respond, she turned and sat on her bed, allowing him entrance into her room. Even though no one else was home, he shut the door quietly to create more tangible privacy. She looked at him expectantly. 
“I’m sorry, okay?” He offered calmly.
“No you’re not,” she sighed, “You’ve done this before, and you’ll do it again. I just—I just wish you’d have more faith in me, I guess…”
Remus stared at her like she’d struck him. “Have faith in you? Love, I’m in awe of you always.”
Her heart began to flutter erratically, meeting his eyes to try and find any bit of mockery in his words. She found none.
“How could I not be?” He continued, “You’re the strongest witch I know, and one of the smartest people I’ve ever met—and that’s not even taking into account your ancient power.”
She blushed, giving him a small smile as she looked up at him, “…One of the smartest?”
Remus rolled his eyes, “Fine. The smartest person I know.”
She stood up and hugged him, melting into his warmth as he returned the embrace. “Apology accepted. But please���can you try to not control my every move from now on? I’m going to be a part of this war whether you like it or not.”
Remus rested a cheek atop her head, “I just can’t lose you…and I know how determined you are. I don’t want you to get caught up and become involved in something you can’t come back from.”
“I’ll be fine, I promise. The mission isn’t even happening just yet, there’s still time to prepare. You just need to trust me,” she looked up at him. 
“I promise to trust you if you promise to always come back to me,” he murmured. 
For the briefest of moments, she hated him. Hated the way he made her heart soar, hated the way her fingers itched to trace every scar that marred his skin, hated how her lips craved to discover what his felt like. But more than that, she hated the coward within her, the one that didn’t dare reveal the truth to him. So instead, she buried her face in his chest and squeezed him tightly. “I’ll always come back to you Remus.”
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London, 1980
Her bag had been packed for over a week, sitting underneath her bed as it awaited retrieval. The war had taken a turn for the worse, all of them living in a constant state of fear for not only themselves but for others. She knew the orders for the mission were incoming; she could feel it. James and Lily had told them all about the prophecy regarding their unborn child, a boy if it was believed to be true, a little boy they were to name Harry. The news had struck her so hard she had almost vomited right there on the Potter’s carpet. Remus’s arm around her waist was the only thing that kept her upright. That night, when they arrived back at the apartment, Sirius went straight to his room without another word, silent and angry. She had sat in Remus’s arms and cried until the tears wouldn’t come, settling for the sweet oblivion of sleep instead. She’d awoken pressed against his chest, Remus choosing to stay intertwined on the couch instead of depositing her sleeping body in her own bed. The memory of his peaceful face inches from hers that morning is the one that kept her moving as she threw the bag strap over her shoulder and apparated to a small house near the Forest of Dean. She thought of him and it gave her a reason to leave; she needed to help save him. She needed to help save all of them. Her non-essential belongings were left behind in the apartment, along with a note for Remus that she placed atop his dresser.
“I’ll always come back to you,” is all it said.
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Islington, 1995
Remus followed the scent of coffee from their bedroom on the 2nd floor of Grimmauld Place. It was one of life’s simple pleasures that he still managed to hold onto during times like this. As he trudged into the kitchen with a yawn, Sirius placed a mug on the table and smiled softly. 
“Morning, Moony,” he said as Remus sat down, offering a fond look of his own. They were both confined to the townhouse, Sirius in all actuality, but Remus more in solidarity; and though the isolation was sometimes stifling, Remus quite enjoyed the domesticity it allowed them. It reminded him of her. Sirius tossed the Daily Prophet onto the table in front of Remus, another daily habit of his being combing the paper for any news or breakthroughs in the war. He still couldn’t believe it was all happening again…
On the fourth page, about halfway down, a small article caught his attention:
Dumbledore Loyalist Spy Found Dead in Ireland.
Smiling in a Ministry photo below, was her. 
He couldn’t breathe.
He’d spent 15 years searching for her, trying to find any information as to where she had disappeared to that night over a decade ago. Her letter was still in his drawer. Remus would read it every now and then when the memories got to be too much. 
I’ll always come back to you.
He had believed it.
He was a fool.
“Oh my darling, what have you done…” he whispered, hand coming to cover his mouth. 
Sirius appeared over his shoulder to see what was going on, immediately gripping Remus’ shoulder in support. “Fuck…” he whispered, “Moony, I’m—“
Remus shook his head, “He knew…”
“Who knew?” Sirius kept a steadying hand on his shoulder.
“Dumbledore fucking knew she was alive this whole time!” Remus slammed a fist onto the table, rattling the coffee mugs. “Sirius, he knew I was looking for her! He saw it all and said nothing! He let her—he let her die…” His face crumpled as the tears began to fall, dropping onto the newspaper and smudging the ink in their wake. 
“Remus,” Sirius said softly, holding back tears of his own, “I’m so sorry…”
A low growl sounded from Remus, standing up to launch his coffee mug across the kitchen, smashing against the far wall in a spray of ceramic. “He used her! He made her into a fucking weapon that he just—that he just could throw away!”
Sirius gripped his arm, moving around to hug him, letting Remus release a deep sob into his chest.
“I loved her,” he whispered, “I never told her…”
Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat, “I know…we all knew.”
Remus sniffed, “Do you—do you think she did?”
He sat with the thought for a moment, remembering the way Remus and her had always looked at each other, how they would always be within arms reach. He remembered the night he found them on the couch, a week before she disappeared, Remus cradling her closely as they slept. He’d suspected for years that they were in love, but that night had solidified it. 
Sirius met his eyes, a corner of his lips quirking upward, “She did. She might not have realized it…but I think she knew.” 
Remus inhaled a shaky breath, and Sirius moved to sit on the bench. “She loved you too, y’know.”
Remus lifted his gaze, eyes red and glassy, “How d’you know?”
He shrugged, giving him a small, sad grin, “I just…it was obvious. At least to the rest of us apparently.”
Remus huffed out a sorry excuse of a laugh, the two of them sitting together in silence for a moment.
“I miss her Pads…” he whispered.
“I know, I do too,” Sirius threw an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in. Remus reached forward and tore out the article, ripping delicately around the photo so you could no longer see the headline. It was just her. The same eyes he had loved since they were eleven, the familiar smile that she’d give whenever she saw him. She looked older, they all did, but she was more beautiful to him than ever. 
Remus stood from the table and went back up to his room, Sirius beginning to clean up the shattered coffee mug against his friend’s insistence. From his drawer, he pulled out the wrinkled letter, unfolding it to re-read the scribbled handwriting he’d spent years memorizing. Placing the small photo atop the note, he folded it back up, kissing it once.
“You broke your promise love,” he whispered, “but I forgive you. You know I could never stay mad at you for very long.”
Remus placed the note back in the top drawer, and headed back downstairs to help Sirius clean up the mess he had made.
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marvel-rhapsody · 2 years ago
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Reunited | post Azkaban! Sirius Black x fem!reader
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PostAzkaban!Sirius Black x fem!professor!reader
Warnings: reader was a gryffindor in school, horrid writing but I tried, set during POA, unedited so mistakes are mine
Word Count: 1600+
A/N: I've read some one shots with similar concepts like this one and wanted to try to write one myself.
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After graduating from Hogwarts some time ago, you never thought you would be back as a teacher. But when Albus Dumbledore comes to you personally and asks you to be the new Muggle Studies professor, you just can't say no.
Growing up as a half-blood, your father being a muggle and your mother being a witch, Muggle Studies was a breeze for you. Teaching it has also been a fairly easy task.
It's now your seventh year teaching at Hogwarts, and it feels like your whole world is crashing. News of Sirius Black's, your "technical" husband, escape from Azkaban is roaming throughout campus, and it feels like the walls are closing in on you. No one knows that you're married to him, though. You decided when you took the job to use your maiden name to stop any potential questions.
And, coincidentally, Remus Lupin is at school this year, too. The two of you have spent many days and nights reminiscing over your time at Hogwarts. He was truly your best friend all those years ago. After Lily and James died, with Sirius in prison and Peter dead, you and Remus fell out of touch. It was too hard for both of you to come to terms with what happened that night.
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Now, a couple months into the school year, Sirius Black has broken into the school and into Gryffindor tower. No one exactly knows what he's looking for. But Dumbledore and McGonagall have their suspicions.
You and Remus are now sitting in Dumbledore's office, waiting for one of them to tell you what is happening.
"We believe that Mr. Black is after Harry Potter..." Minerva says.
"That ridiculous, Minnie!" You shout. "Why would he want Harry?"
"To finish what Voldemort couldn't," Albus replies.
You scoff. "He would never. James was a brother to him, and I don't know what really happened with Peter. But I know, for a fact, that Sirius would never hurt Harry."
"Do we really know that, (y/n)?" Remus asks.
"I do, Remus."
With that, you leave the office to head back to your sleeping chambers to be alone. Classes are over for the day, and you just want to relax and get away from the chaos of the school term.
You lie awake for most of the night. Sleep would not come easily.
You cannot stop thinking about Sirius and what he was looking for in Gryffindor tower. It was Halloween night, so he must've known that the students would not be in the common room or their dorms. If he was really going after Harry, why would he choose that night, where no student would be able to spot him?
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It's close to the end of the school year, summer holiday just creeping around the corner. No signs of Sirius Black have been found in quite a while.
You and Remus are on good terms again after that meeting with Albus. The two of you are wandering around the castle together, as are a couple other professors, for a night watch.
You are walking around a corner when your hear Snape's dark voice coming from the hall.
"Read it," he says.
A new voice appears, belonging to Harry Potter. "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..."
His voice now sounds so distant to you. Hearing those names brings back so many memories. Before you know it, you're standing with Lupin in front of Snape and Harry.
"A Zonko product, it seems..." Lupin says, a knowing look on his face. "I'll take it, since it is my area of expertise, as you said."
He pulls you along with him, beckoning Harry to follow. The three of you end up in his office.
"I'm honestly astounded that you didn't turn this in. If this were to turn up in the hands of Sirius Black, he could have used this as a way into the castle!" Lupin sounds furious, but you know it's only because he fears for the safety of the students.
"I didn't think of that..." Harry says. "I should tell you, I don't think that map always works. Because I saw a name on there of someone I know to be dead... Peter Petigrew."
You shake your head. "That's impossible.."
Harry shrugs before saying, "Just saying what I saw. Have a good night, professors."
Once he leaves, you grab the map from Lupin. "If he's right... we can prove that Sirius is innocent, Rem."
"I can't  believe I thought that he could have done this... I'm a terrible friend."
"No, you're not. The evidence against him was critical. You couldn't have known."
"But you did."
"I'm his wife, I always have had faith in him."
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A few nights pass when Remus comes running into your office.
"He's here, with Peter."
He doesn't have to say anything else to you, as you're now following him out to the willow, and entering the tunnel towards the Shrieking Shack.
Everything starts to happen so fast. Remus gets Harry's wand away from him, and your daughter and Hermione pull Harry off of Sirius.
"Harry, just hear us out..." you say. "You said that Peter was on the map... This map has never lied in all the years I knew about it. Sirius didn't sell your parents out. He tried to save them, but the damage was already done. Peter had told you-know-who already. There was nothing any of us could have done."
"We trusted you..." Harry said. "And you didn't even tell me that the two of you were my godparents! You're his wife, and no one knows. Why should I believe you now?"
Severus shows up now, his wand pointed directly at Sirius. "I should have known that you were helping him. Dumbledore swears that you had nothing to do with his escape and breaking into the castle... but I knew."
You raise your wand at him. "Don't make me do this, Severus."
You pause, giving him a moment to lower his wand. When he doesn't, you yell, "Expelliarmus!"
His wand comes flying towards you as his body flies backwards towards the dusty bed in the corner of the room.
With that, Sirius grabs "Scabbers" out of Ron's hand.
"If we're wrong about this, I'll go back to Azkaban... But if we're right..." Sirius says.
"The right person will be punished for the death of your parents.. our friends," Remus finishes for him.
Peter is here, actually here. And it takes everything in you to stop Sirius from killing him. But Harry seals Peter's fate with one sentence.
"I don't reckon my dad would want to see his best friends become murderers."
Everyone starts to make their way back to the castle, when the clouds part in the sky, the full moon now shining down on the group.
"Get to the castle, now!" you yell to the kids.
Remus's body starts to transform in the moonlight.
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You help Harry and Hermione get Ron up to the hospital wing as quickly as you can.
Harry and Hermione try to tell Professor Dumbledore what happened, but he puts a stop to their rambling.
"You know the laws, Miss Granger, you must not be seen. Mister Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. Maybe more than one innocent life can be spared tonight."
"Of course, sir..." Hermione says, pulling Harry aside.
"I'll lock you in. Mind the time," Dumbledore says before leaving the wing.  
You follow the two students, "I'm coming with you... He's my husband, and I need to be there."
Hermione throws the chain of her necklace around the three of you and turns the charm three times.
It feels like a rush of wind, and then everything stops. You are still standing in the hospital wing, but the sun is still up and Ron is nowhere to be seen.
"Where were we at 7:30?" Hermione asks.
"I don't know... Going to Hagrid's?"
The three of you rush down to Hagrid's house, and Harry stops suddenly upon seeing himself, Ron and Hermione enter from afar.
"How are we here but also there? This is not normal!" Harry exclaims.
Hermione shows him her necklace. "This is how I've been getting to all my classes this year. It's a time-turner. McGonagall gave it to me and the beginning of term."
Before you know it, it's time to go rescue Sirius. You tell the kids to stay hidden as you and Buckbeak fly to the highest tower.
You find Sirius sitting against the wall in the dark cell, and you whip your wand out to break open the locks.
"Let's go, we don't have much time..." you say.
The escape is fast and painless, and you meet Harry and Hermione in the courtyard, away from any potential student gazes that could give your plan away.
"I owe you all... Thank you," Sirius says.
"I want to go with you," Harry tells him.
"One day... but for now, my life will be unpredictable.. Stay here with (y/n) and I'll try to contact you as soon as I can," Sirius pulls Harry into a tight embrace.
When he lets go, Sirius reaches his hand out for you.
Hermione pulls Harry away so the two of you could have some space before Sirius has to leave again.
Sirius rests his hands on either side of your face. "Thank you for believing in me, love. Maybe one day, we'll be together again."
You feel tears start to fall down your cheeks. Sirius is quick to wipe them away.
"Be safe, please."
"I'm going to let some muggles spot me far away from here... Hopefully that will keep the ministry away from the school. I didn't mean for it to be like this..."
You sigh, "I know... I wish I could help you get through all this, but I can't just leave. I am a professor, after all."
Sirius grins. "You'll have to tell me all about it when we reunite again."
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swoopswrites · 16 days ago
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me? attempt to write a lie low at lupin's/early release from azkaban fic? its more likely than you think
(read it here x)
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have I not suffered enough? He wants to ask, but the man before him has no time for Remus’ suffering. 
War hero that he may be, order of Merlin that may sit in his office drawer, Remus knows that magical society would never deem there to be an end to the suffering of a werewolf. Moody is no friend of his. 
“What about-” 
him; spectre that haunts Remus’ thoughts, waking and sleeping. Ghost that dogs him wherever he may try and run. Shame of his flesh, more shameful still that Remus cannot bring himself to regret what love they shared. More shameful still for the love left over,  that has not been eclipsed by hate. 
“Black?” 
“Alastor,” Remus hates them, that whole little boy’s club of adults that still treat him like the child he hasn’t been since he was bitten. Like the child he never got to grow into. Dumbledore, Moody, the whole fucking lot of them. “Don’t be sadistic.” 
Moody snorts, like Remus has seen right through him, which of course he has. He remembers when James and he would come back from training, scared witless and shitless by their great lord overseer mad-eye moody. He thrives off the fear, Remus knows. Lives for it. 
“Black is innocent.” 
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HP Rants: Things Fandom Gets WRONG
Remus Lupin’s Scars
Or more accurately, his lack of them
Alright kiddos I got a salty HP take and y’all are not gonna like it.
It is basically universal in any fandom depiction of Remus Lupin, whether in fic or art, that he has extensive facial scarring. this is another one of the movies-making-people-think-things-are-canon-that-really-aren’t-canon. the movies are shit. the movies lie. also.
it’s not physically possible.
y’all really never seen the anatomy of a wolf or even a dog?? they? can’t? physically? scratch? their? faces? unless? they? sit? down? on? their? bums? and? twist? around? all? awkwardly? to? use? their? hind? leg? but? even if that was what a rabid werewolf would do… that position/angle would in no way generate enough force to create actual cuts.
and like. most importantly, if Remus was covered in scars, don’t you think harry would have, i don’t know, mentioned/noticed/referred to it at least once??? kid’s visually observant (look I’m not talking emotionally, my man can be fucking clueless, but he paid attention to visual details) he always noticed people’s physical features and appearances. and the only visual/physical attributes ever associated with Lupin were ‘prematurely lined/aged face,’ and ‘[prematurely] graying hair’ ‘shabby’ [‘had an air of shabbiness about him’] he was often ‘worn’/‘wan’ ‘drawn’ [‘thin face’] and ‘tired’ or ‘pale’ and ‘ill-looking’ but never, not. one. singe. time. was he ever noted as having any scars.
NOT A SINGLE FUCKING TIME.
and harry notices those kinds of things. read any book 7 description of Bill. read any description ever of Moody. if remus had scars that could be seen, harry would have said so.
also, if he was so extensively scarred as fanon just looves to make him be, by the time we meet him in canon, he would have been through over 28 years worth of transformations (a very minimum of 336, with the 144 most recent being without the marauders to keep him from hurting himself as a wolf). and most likely he didn’t have ready access to the Wolf’s Bane potion as he was not actually able to brew it for himself—which he fucking said flat out. so. yeah. he would have been even more scarred than mad-eye moody if the whole transformations ==> facial scars thing was true.
This is the actual canon description of Remus John Lupin.
“The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of Wizard’s robes that had been darned in several places. He looked I’ll and exhausted.Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with grey.” “Professor Lupin’s pallid profile” “illuminated his tired grey face but his eyes looked alert and wary”
also. let’s be real here. werewolf bites are cursed wounds (which is why the scarring from them does not heal). you know what’s not cursed wounds? werewolf scratches. so it is not physically fucking possible for Remus to have cursed werewolf bite wounds on his face. because you cannot bite your own fucking face. and magic easily and seamlessly heals normal cuts and scratches and non cursed wounds. without scarring. so sure, even if he scratched his face with his werewolfy claws, they’re not cursed wounds, so they would have been magically healed as such. same goes for any other injuries he got as a wolf. any broken bones, or scratches not from his claws. they all would have been magically healed and wouldn’t leave any scars.
and i just honestly don’t think that a werewolfs cursed bite mark wounds would be cursed on itself. like. it’s already a werewolf. it’s not gonna become any more werewolf. i don’t know. i just don’t think that any wounds from a werewolf biting itself would scar. it just doesn’t really make sense. plus again, we return to canon.
remus has no visible scars.
sure maybe. maybe. he is absolutely covered in scars on the parts of his body that aren’t covered by clothing or robes. but definitely not his hands or forearms. because canonically there is no mention of him having scars, and harry has seen his hands and forearms (when he just casually rolled up his sleeves so he could murder his former best friend, as one does nbd).
actually you know what. scratch all that. there is canonical evidence. WEREWOLVES ARE ONLY DANGEROUS TO HUMANS. once he became a werewolf, remus was no longer a human. so. any bites or wounds he gave himself while he was transformed were just normal non-cursed wounds. that could be fixed by magic and wouldn’t leave scars. so yeah. there’s my proof.
TLDR: my take is that remus has bad scars from his initial bite from greyback, but doesn’t have any scars from his own werewolf ass biting himself
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silly-sosij · 1 month ago
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Hello! :)
Hello everyone! I'm Nico! I go by he/they/it pronouns, I'm panromantic, asexual and genderfluid (transmasc - agender) I'm a minor and my birthday is in December
I can't really do anything but if you ask for something I will do my best :3
I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing but I'll try my darndest
Things I'm interested in right now:
The Marauders
The Magnus Archives
Dead Poets Society
Greek Mythology
Percy Jackson
Ride the Cyclone
Epic: The Musical
Hadestown
Artists i like:
Queen
David Bowie
The Smiths
My Chemical Romance
ABBA
The Cure
Hozier
Ricky Montgomery
Ophelia Wilde
Dennis Korn
Songs I like:
Cemetery Gate - The Smiths
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen
Dead! - My Chemical Romance
All The Young Dudes - Mott the Hoople
Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths
Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms
Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier
Hello Black Dog - Matt Maltese
Mr Brightside - The Killers
Books I like:
Hell Followed With Us
Dead Poets Society
The Iliad
The Odyssey
Metamorphoses
The Song of Achilles
Heartstopper
Silly Information:
My biggest kins across fandoms are Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson), Remus Lupin, Regulus Black (The Marauders), Todd Anderson, Steven Meeks (Dead Poets Society) Mike Crew, Michael Shelly, Sasha James (The Magnus Archives), Ricky Potts, Penny Lamb/Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone)
I align with the Vast, the Spiral and the Web, yet the stranger terrifies me so I'd probably be tormented by it.
I ship SpaceDolls so very very much!
I have POTS, chronic pain, I use a cane (see I'm ricky fr - minus the cat sex), autism, adhd, and perhaps tourettes syndrome but I have yet to be diagnosed :P
I use way too many emoticons :}
This is the most grammar and punctuation you will ever see me use.
I know many a fact (50/50 chance it is 'fun') so I am great at parties >:) (this is a downright lie you cannot take me places)
I read way too much fanfiction to be classified as 'sane'
I will use this site to yap :)
THANK YOU FOR READING!!
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Astronavigation - a wolfstar almost fix-it fic about using the stars to find your way home (updates weekly)
There was nothing to see in an Azkaban cell except the sky through his tiny window. From the moment he could, Sirius Orion Black had spurned nearly every lesson his family had ever forced down his throat, but somethings had lingered. His French was still nearly as fluent as his English. He’d never had to study for an ancient runes exam. And Sirius knew the night sky like some people knew their hometowns. The stars remind him he needs to go home whether he feels worthy of it or not.
Remus Lupin is tied to the moon and the night deep in his blood in ways he hates, fears and cannot escape. Only one person had ever truly understood, and now it was possible that Remus had never really known him at all. It had all been a lie. The wolf and the moon seem to disagree.
Read on AO3
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nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms · 6 months ago
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☕ on what your top 3 tropes are and why please! ♥️
Hello Rory!! :D
Judging solely by Hard Scientific Evidence (my ao3 bookmarks) - its Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting and Canon Divergence (if we ignore fanfic genres). Filtered to only HP fics its Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting and Canon Compliant.
Although considering two of them are regarding the canon/alternate setting and aren’t exactly tropes (and Im not sure i would say i agree with this data) - I was resorted to breaking down my two OTPs (wolfstar and stucky) into pieces ;)
So, lets see what we can find inside :D
Childhood Friends to Lovers
Or friends to lovers. Or strangers to friends to lovers. Any form of buddyslash, as it used to be called, as opposed to enemyslash. I am very much not an enemies to lovers person. Even in case of rivals to lovers ships im actually interested in them after they move into a more amicable territory.
So, friends to lovers is my fav type of ship dynamic, I believe.
Im not sure why? Maybe its got sth to do with me being maybe probably on the ace spectrum. Maybe I just think a good romance starts with friendship as opposed to bad romance that starts with rah rah-ah-ah-ah.
2. Separated by war and imprisonment and Reunited against all odds
This just screams soulmatism to me, and not in a “we are soulmates bc we fit so well together” (bc r/s dont) but in a “the chances of us finding each other again were so minuscule it must have been done consciously by the universe”. Its sometimes so crazy to me that this things happened canonically. The shack scene is absolutely crazy on its own (the forgave each other 12 years of pain in one conversation) and then Sirius and Remus go live together for like a year. The whole Winter Soldier movie is, again, bonkers, when you have shipping goggles on (and even if you dont, the romance isnt in the subtext, its in the text)
I was surprised I was into exes to lovers in modern/no magic aus, but yeah its canon for r/s so it makes sense. Something something second chances something something love conquers all something something they were meant to be something something soulmates.
3. Recovering after years of torture prison
hurt/Comfort my beloved.
This trope fits fill-in-the-blanks type of canon-compliant fics for r/s and canon-divergent fix-its fics for s/b.
In case of wolfstar this is Lie Low at Lupin’s. Absolute banger. *slaps hood* This bad boy can fit so many smaller tropes. Bed sharing. Bath sharing. Helping wash/cut hair. Comforting after a nightmare. Communicating and talking and settings things straight after years of lost time. Yeah. Cannot go wrong with this one. (and I can pretend they stay in this intimate serene bubble and nothing bad ever happens to them bc im delusional)
In case of stucky its all types of post-WS or post-CW fix-its where Bucky finally gets some fucking treatment and therapy (and actual therapy, not this piss-poor excuse for a therapist from TFATWS).
In both cases there is also an interesting switch in the dynamic that im not sure i can put into right words. Just, the one that used to stand up for the other, take care of them, was more confident and outgoing, now is the one being taken care of bc they went through hell and were on a run from the government for 2 years. And the one taking care of them is doing only slightly better, had a bit more time to adjust, but still, is quite traumatized as well.
Cinematic parallels or sth idk.
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However, i mostly read fluff so there are many fluffy tropes i could mention but i couldn’t pick my top 3 (Sirius raising Harry and getting together with Remus. Domestic bliss. Established relationships with marriage proposals. Raising kids together. Post-full-moon sick fics (that one is technically h/c). Holidays spend with loving families. etc) I eat that shit up
send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it
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wartsandwarlocks · 7 months ago
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“He’s not himself James I’m telling you!”
“What are you on about of course he is himself, dickhead. It’s Moony, we would have noticed way sooner if he were another person.”
“Did you speak with him this past week? Like at all?”
“Of course I have he’s my best friend!”
“About anything other than school or homework?”
“I mean surely we must have-“
“See! You wouldn’t be able to tell! I swear Prongs something’s up with him!”
“He’s probably just stressed, you know how Moony gets during exams.”
“No, it’s not that. When he’s stressed he gets like all fidgety and laugh-y, but now he’s just… mean.”
“Sirius. It’s Remus Lupin we’re talking about, he’s always mean.”
“Not to me he is not.”
“Well maybe you’ve done something to upset him.”
“Really? Me? Upset Lupin? No way.”
“No way? Come on Pads you cannot be serious.”
“I am actually, Sirius Orion Black if you insist, but Sirius is fine.”
“Hardy-har-har.”
“I’m telling you Prongs, he’s not only mean, he’s distant and weird and I feel like he’s getting away from me and I-“
“Right, because Remus has always been so open with his stuff.”
“You’re not even listening!”
“I am! You’re just not saying anything! Come on Pads, there’s no indication Remus has been swapped with someone else.”
“Do you know something I don’t?”
“What are you talking about Padfoot?! Have you honestly lost your mind!?”
“So you do!”
“Oh Merlin, I’m calling Pomfrey.”
“You flared your nose James. You only do it when you lie.”
“I do not!” Said James, flaring his nostrils.
“See! There it goes again! Spit it Potter, or you’ll be the one getting replaced.”
“Stop that! I don’t know anything, I swear! I solemnly swear Remus hasn’t come up to tell me anything in months! I miss him quite a bit if I can be honest, we had this moment like right before the summer where he would walk me to practice so he could smoke and we talked soo much I loved it, but then he stopped doing it this year and like-“
“look Prongsie I don’t mean to interrupt your beautiful trip down Moonery lane, but I am a man on a mission here, did he or did he not talk to you about actual stuff this week?”
“Like I already told you, no!”
“Alright then help me out!”
“Sirius please, I need to get to practice. If you’re so desperate to find out go talk to the man himself! Strap him down and interrogate him until he’s begging to be killed, I couldn’t care less!”
Oh how he’d like to do just that. But there was no time to indulge in such fantasies, Moony, his Moony was potentially in danger and Sirius was the only man who could rescue him.
“Wow Prongs, I’m impressed with how little concern you have for your best friends! If this is how you deal with Moony going missing I don’t even want to think about how you’ll react when I do!”
“Why would you go missing?! Merlin you’ve actually gone mad! Remus is fine! Everyone but you is fine!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve gone mental! Honestly, just stop thinking so much and ask him! Go and ask Remus what his deal is!”
“What my deal is with what?” Asked Remus as he closed the door.
“Oh Moony how I love you. Perfect timing!” Said James as he launched over to hug him “I’m leaving, good luck Moons, Sirius has gone completely mad.”
“Oh well that makes sense.” Remus laughed dropping down to his bed.
“Be nice to him.” James warned as he left the dorm.
“Me?” Asked both boys at the same time.
“Precisely.” James laughed closing the door behind him.
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The Wolf, The Bat, and The Girl
Part 5: Crisis
Pairing: Severus Snape x Remus Lupin
Warnings: Kidnapping, Strong Language, Trauma
Summary: Severus and Remus, both fully aware of their growing feelings for each other, actively begin avoiding each other until Hazel convinces them they are being silly. The end of the year is approaching and exams are in full swing, but Hazel goes missing one day, not turning up for any of her exams. This sends Severus and Remus into a frenzy trying to find her. Their search soon leads them to an unexpected place, the Shrieking Shack.
Previous Parts
Masterlists
“Minerva, how many times do I have to say it? I am not in love with Remus! Imagine falling in love with him,” Snape scowls. 
“Severus, my dear. I hate to inform you of the very obvious but could you be more blind? Literally, no one else is in love with him but you!”
“I do not appreciate those foul lies coming out of your mouth!” Snape snarls. 
“Try as you might, you cannot deny it. You know the amortentia doesn’t lie.” Minerva places a hand on Severus’s shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. “Even Hazel can recognize the truth between you two, why can’t you just come to terms with it and accept it? It would make things a whole lot easier!
“It doesn’t make any sense, Minerva! You know it doesn’t! He almost killed me in that godforsaken shack! He let his friends do and say despicable things to me and he didn’t say a word! We don’t make any sense together!” 
“Love has the ability to transcend all wrongs. You’ve both changed for the better, Severus. Perhaps before you didn’t click, but now it’s obvious there’s some sort of spark between the two of you! Don’t be a daft buffoon and miss out on your chance for love!”
“I’ve already experienced the love of my life and she’s dead now!” Severus collapses into the armchair beside Minerva, burying his head in his hands. “Why should I take the chance to lose someone else?” he whispers. He glances up at Minerva, his eyes watering and his lower lip trembling. 
“Because if you don’t, you might regret it your whole life. Hazel cherishes both of you and she deserves another parent figure in her life. Don’t take that from her.”
Severus gasps and clutches his chest. The point Minerva is making is something that hits him right in the heart. As always, she knows just what will strike him in the core. He would never do anything that would harm or upset Hazel in any way, he knows now what he must do. He has to tell Remus how he feels for Hazel’s sake. The only question is how is he going to put aside his pride and do such a thing?
“Fine, when the right moment comes I’ll tell him about how I feel,” Snape huffs. Both suddenly grow silent and turn towards the door of the headmaster's office as it slowly creaks open.
“Grandma!” Hazel peeks her head through the door. 
“Hazel, it’s nice to see you today!” Minerva smiles. “What brings you here?”
Hazel runs into the headmaster's office and wraps her arms around Minerva. “I wanted a biscuit,” she pleads with her puppy eyes. 
“Of course, honey. Here, have a seat and tell me all about your day. Severus, you can go now, and don’t forget what we talked about.”
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“Hazel, how can I help you?” Remus asks, leaning over at his desk with his chin resting on his hands. 
“Can I speak to you alone, professor?” Hazel says, glancing around the room.
“Of course,” Remus smiles. The last few students filter out the door leaving the two of them alone. With a flick of his wand, Remus shuts the door behind them. “What’s on your mind?”
“It’s about my dad,” she mumbles, fiddling with the sleeve of her robes. “Do you –” she stops. “Nevermind,” she sighs, her face dropping. She turns around and hurriedly begins walking toward the classroom door.
Remus hops up from his desk and catches her before she’s able to leave, gently grabbing her hand. “Hay, you can talk to me about anything. You know that right?”
“Yeah, I know,” she nods. “Can you pinky promise not to tell my dad?”
Remus groans. “As long as it isn’t something that he doesn’t need to know, I don’t see why not. But, if it’s something he must know, I will have to inform him.”
“He doesn’t need to know,” she responds.
“Okay, I pinky promise I won’t tell him what you told me.” Remus holds up his pinky and interlocks it with Hazel’s.
Hazel grins and motions for Remus to bend down so she can whisper in his ear. “Do you like my dad?” she whispers.
Remus stiffens and he can feel his cheeks beginning to burn. “Of course, I like him, Hazel. He’s my coworker and we are very friendly toward one another.”
“No!” she giggles. “Do you like like him?” 
“Hazel,” Remus warns, pointing a finger at her. “That’s not very funny.”
“I’m not joking! I’m pretty sure my dad likes you, Professor Lupin! I may have accidentally overheard him talking to my grandma about it”
“If I’m being honest, I don’t know how I feel about him,” Remus admits. “I think… I think I might have some feelings for him that go beyond friendship, but there is no chance he feels the same.” Remus rests a hand on her shoulder and narrows his eyes. “Tell your dad I said that and you will be in serious trouble, young lady!”
“I won’t tell him! I swear!” 
~~~
The two men tiptoe around each other for the next several weeks, subconsciously acknowledging their true feelings for each other, neither knowing what to do about it, and both fully aware that the scent of their amortentia belongs to the other. The relaxing nights spent together with Hazel become less and less until they are only hanging out a few times a month and only by demand of Hazel herself. They actively avoid each other during meals, sitting on opposite ends of the table as opposed to their usual seats side-by-side. It’s not difficult for them to maneuver around the castle avoiding each other since Severus is always in the dungeons and Remus is always on the second floor. The few times they do run into each other in the corridor they are friendly, spending a few moments to catch up before parting ways, both men racking their brains on how to come up with the perfect solution to confess their feelings to the other. They practice in the mirror, trying to find the words to describe how they feel, and end up frustrated, sometimes even on the verge of tears as they realize they cannot verbally express how much the other means to them. Even though they are apart more often than not, their feelings for each other continue to grow and their hearts ache for more.
With Hazel's prodding, they slowly begin seeing each other again near the end of the year, pushing their feelings aside in her best interest. They give up trying to figure out how to tell the other they want to be more than friends and decide to wait until the moment is right and the opportunity presents itself. However, things shortly turn south. 
“Severus! Hazel missed her final for my class! Is she okay?” Remus bellows, bursting into Severus’s office, panting heavily. 
“What? She was fine yesterday… I went to wish her luck this morning but she was already gone.” Severus’s eyes grow wide. “We need to find her right now. This is so unlike her, something isn’t right.”
Severus and Remus take one look at each other and with a nod of their heads both rush to Minerva’s office to inform her of the situation. Minerva quickly agrees that this is an emergency and alerts the other professors, who also confirm that Hazel missed all her exams of the day. With the evidence laid out in front of her, and knowing that Hazel would never do such a thing of her own accord, Minerva demands the students return to their dormitories for the day, putting exams on hold for the time being. She quickly organizes search parties and they begin to search the castle high and low for any sign of Hazel. Despite their best efforts, their search is unsuccessful, leaving both Severus and Remus frantic. The only thing the search found was one of Hazel’s gloves in the courtyard under a tree, Severus pockets the glove and turns to Remus, suddenly remembering what day it is. He pulls Remus aside while the other professors continue to talk about their search. With everything going on today, he had forgotten and he hopes that Remus hasn’t or it could be an even more dire situation than they had previously thought.
“Tonight is the full moon, Remus, have you taken your potion?” Severus whispers, his hand gripping Remus’s shoulder.
“Took it this morning. Don’t you have any faith in me?” Remus adds, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.
"You cannot be too cautious. Hazel's disappearance had caused me to forget what day it was. You should retreat to your quarters soon so you can transform in peace." 
“I’ll be fine, Severus. Actually, now that you mention it, perhaps I could be of service in my wolf form.”
“How so?” Severus questions, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Well as we know my sense of smell is heightened when I transform. Maybe I could pick up Hazel’s scent and find out where she is.”
“No,” Severus refuses. “I will not allow her to see you in – that form!” His mouth becomes dry as he recalls a childhood prank where Remus, a werewolf, violent and hungry for blood because wolfsbane had not subdued him, had almost attacked and killed him. Shaking his head he backs away, holding his hands out in front of him.
“I – I only want to help. I’ve taken every single dose of my potion. Trust me this once, please! I will be in my right mind. I will be in control, not the wolf,” Remus pleads. “I just want to find Hazel. This could work, just let me try!”
“Swear to me that you won’t lay a finger on her, Remus! If you do, I will kill you.”
“I swear on my life. I would never - ever - harm Hazel. I love her as my own, Severus. I think you know that.” 
“I do,” Severus whispers, his eyes dropping to the ground. “Fine, we have a deal. Let’s go somewhere more private so you can transform.”
~~~
Remus shrieks as the pain spreads throughout his bones and he begins his transformation. His body convulses and he breathes in short sharp breaths, wincing each time he inhales and his chest expands. Severus stares in horror at the sight in front of him, wishing he wasn’t frozen in his place in fear but his trauma from the last time he saw Remus in his wolf form keeps him too scared to do anything to help Remus. His wand remains pointed at him, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the fur starts erupting from various points on Remus’s body. He grows ever more nauseous as the sound of breaking bones and flesh ripping emits throughout the room. With one last ear-splitting scream, the transformation is complete and a fully grown wolf stands only a few feet away from Severus. Its glowing green eyes stare at him and it cautiously pads forward, stopping to lie down by Severus’s feet, its tail wagging slightly. Hesitantly, Severus leans down and gives the wolf a pat on the head and it leans into his touch.
“I see that you did take all of your potion, Remus. That’s a good boy,” Severus mumbles and scratches the wolf behind its ear. He puts his wand away and pulls out Hazel’s glove. “Here, get a good sniff of this.”
The wolf sits up and sniffs the glove, inhaling deeply and giving Severus’s hand a small lick. 
“You mangy mutt! You got slobber all over me!” Severus chuckles, putting the glove away and wiping his hand on his cloak. “You got the scent, I assume?”
The wolf stands and scratches at the door of Severus’s office. Sighing, Severus opens it and the two begin to track Hazel’s scent through the castle. Before long, they are exiting the castle and heading towards the Whomping Willow. The tree begins to swing its branches about as they approach it.
With an upturned nose, furiously sniffing the air, the wolf runs and leaps at the trunk of the tree, effectively hitting the notch that incapacitates it momentarily. Severus shudders as the wolf sticks its head down into the hole that leads to a tunnel that will take them to the Shrieking Shack, the very place Severus has almost died in two times already, once by Remus Lupin himself, and the other by Voldemort. The wolf looks at him, somehow its green eyes conveying a message of sorrow and understanding. With its tail, it beckons for Severus to follow. Swallowing his fear, he approaches and grabs onto the scruff of the wolf's neck for support and allows it to lead him to the very place of his recurring nightmares.
Moonlight creeps in through the boards covering the windows of the shack, it’s just enough to allow Severus some view of the house, but he doesn’t worry. He knows Remus can see perfectly well in the dim light and he doesn’t want to alert anyone of their position by casting Lumos. The two creep along, avoiding boards that they know will creak with their weight added to them. Finally, they are able to hear mumbling coming from the bedroom. With Remus leading the way, they burst in and Severus casts a spell to bind the limbs of the man he sees pacing in front of the door. To his relief Hazel is sitting in the armchair, her mouth gagged and her limbs tied down, but she appears unharmed otherwise. 
“Hazel!” Severus exclaims, rushing over to her to free her from her bonds. “Are you okay, honey?”
Hazel collapses into his arms, sobbing. “Dad! I - I’m fine but I thought you’d never find me!” 
 “Daddy’s here, I got you,” Severus hums, rocking her back in forth in his arms. “Remus is here as well. He’s the one that found you.” Severus motions towards the wolf that is baring its teeth at the strange man who kidnapped Hazel. “Remus, calm down. We don’t need you scaring Hazel anymore right now.”
The wolf lets out a defeated whimper and stands down. It pads over to where Hazel and Severus are and lays down.
“Professor Lupin?” Hazel asks. “You found me, thank you so much!” She squirms out of Severus’s arms and hugs the wolf around the neck. It turns its head and gives her a gentle lick on her cheek which causes her to let out a little giggle. 
“Remus, take Hazel back to the castle and you two gather reinforcements. I’ll stay here and guard him.”
The wolf bows his head in Severus’s direction and leans down directing Hazel to climb onto its back. She grips handfuls of its fur and gives her dad a nod before the two take off back out of the shack and down the tunnel to Hogwarts. 
“Who do we have here?” Severus sneers his wand at the ready and shoved into the face of his daughter’s kidnapper as he forces him to stand and he removes the gag to allow him to speak. “Wesley Adams,” he tuts. “It’s a shame you’ve decided to follow in your father’s footsteps.”“My father is a great man!” he spits. “People think he defected and is a changed man. What a load of horse shit! He raised me in the ways of the death eaters, but they were too foolish to recognize the true mastermind and the greatest wizard of all time! You, Severus Snape. I am at your service.” The young man bows, his lips stretching into a smirk.
“You fool, you’ve put your faith in the wrong man. That isn’t me! I fought against everything Voldemort stood for!” 
“Oh, but I think that deep down, you agree with some of his logistics! Otherwise, why would you have willingly joined his league? You have always been an outstanding wizard, you’ve created many potions and spells! You can even fly unsupported! What’s stopping you from doing more? You fooled one of the greatest dark wizards of all time, you could be doing so much more than teaching at this school and letting your talents rot away! You deserve to be recognized as the great wizard you are!”
Severus ignores the young man’s words. He doesn’t care about himself and he never has, he has no desire for fame and glory. His only concern is keeping Hazel safe. “Why go after my daughter?” he snarls. “I ought to kill you myself for laying your disgusting hands on her!”
“What better way to make an impression than to go after the foul?” Wesley laughs. “I confunded some stupid Slytherin third years in Hogsmeade to make them bring her to me here! Then, I wiped their memories and sent them on their way. I assume they are okay, they are probably just missing a few days worth of memories.” “In all your research of me, it seems you missed one thing, Adams. I will do anything for the people I love.” Snape narrows his eyes as he begins to hear footsteps storming down the tunnel toward the shrieking shack. With a nonverbal and wandless spell, he gags and binds Wesley tighter than before. “It seems we are going to have company shortly, so before they arrive I have one last thing to say.” Severus leans down until he is right in Wesley’s face, baring his teeth as he suppresses the animalistic urge rising in his gut to kill Wesley. “Fuck you.”
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🎵 We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do? 🎵
December 9: Do You Want to Build a Snowman? – Kristen Bell, Agatha Lee Monn & Katie Lopez
Watching the hours tick by? You don’t have to talk to the pictures on the walls – treat yourself to today’s collection instead:
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Title: Blaze
Author: Maira
Pairing: Hermione Granger & Luna Lovegood & Pansy Parkinson & Ginny Weasle
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: M
Summary: “Hey, if you want to take the risk of opening the door of a person who learned at the right hands of two trickster brothers, be my guest. Let me just get out of the splash zone first.”
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Title: Do You Want To Build A Snowman?
Author: EvergreenTuesdays
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Draco looks forward to his favorite Christmas tradition with his mother
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Title: Do You Want to Build A Snowman?
Author: KiraAnn
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Fred asks Hermione to build a snowman. 
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Title: Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Author: Dramione Dreaming
Pairing: None
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Hermione hopes she can convince Harry to take their minds off the never-ending Horcrux hunt.
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Title: Dragons in the Snow
Author: AccioMjolnir
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: You've got to entertain your great grankids...
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Title: Fa La La La Love - Ch 9
Author: anne_ammons
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: T
Summary: Christmas is coming. And whether or not Teddy likes it, love is in the air.  A story of friendship, love, and the hijinx of an elf named Peanut Butter.
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Title: Have Courage
Author: WritingFicariously
Pairing: Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: T
Summary: Theirs is the true bond of sisterhood, but when Astoria's illness starts to ravage her body, Daphne wonders if life will ever be the same again.
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Title: He's got a friend in her
Author: Lalalaartje
Pairing: Remus Lupin & Nymphadora Tonks
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Remus is sulking but Tonks knows just the way to get him out of his mood.
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Title: It Doesn't Have to be a Snowman
Author: LiloLilyAnn
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: "You've never built a snowman?!"  Hermione Granger had never been one to let things lie. This most certainly had to be remedied.
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Title: Stifling
Author: Frumpologist
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Pansy and Neville spend most of their spare time in silence in the greenhouse.
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Title: The Chains I Cannot Break 
Author: Charlie9646
Pairing: Eileen Prince/Tobias Snape, Severus Snape & Tobias Snape, Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape
CW/Archive Warning: Drinking, Child Abuse, Generational trauma 
Rating: T
Summary: Tobias wanted to be a better father than his had been, but the problem is better doesn’t always mean good.
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Title: The Greengrass Girls
Author: Somandalicious
Pairing: None
CW/Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Rating: G
Summary: There is no bond like that of a sister
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Title: We Used To Be
Author: HighLadyLily
Pairing: Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott
CW/Archive Warning: N/A 
Rating: G
Summary: Theo just wants his playmate back.
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Title: What's a Snowman?
Author: iftreescouldspeak
Pairing: Regulus Black & Sirius Black
CW/Archive Warning: N/A
Rating: T
Summary: Sirius misses his little brother. 
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Happy reading!
@floorcoaster & @mykesprit
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