#Sirius Lupin

[propussyslayer]

remus "oh i think im gay" lupin

sirius "no mate im not gay i am comfortable with my heterosexuality wait wdym remus is going on a date with a rawenclaw how dare after all we have been through what the hell james make him stop" black

[apoetsworld]

Sirius *singing*: I kissed a girl, and I liked it!

Remus *who doesn't know the song*: you're gay

Sirius: The taste of her cherry chapstick!

Remus: you also hate cherries

Sirius: I kissed a girl, just to try it!

Remus: yes, we've established that

Sirius: Hope my boyfriend don't mind it!

Remus: I don't

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: was i really that drunk?

Remus: the police were called because you were so loud and when they asked you for your name, you motioned to your face and said 'google it, bitch.'

[starksweasley]

Gravity // Remus Lupin

Summary: In which Remus is jealous (slight angst, fluff)

Word Count: 1243

The Gryffindor common room buzzed with laughter and the mellow warmth of firewhiskey. James had one arm slung around Sirius’s shoulders and the other around yours, his messy black hair flopping into his face as he laughed uncontrollably at one of Sirius’s jokes. Across from you, Lily’s green eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, recounting a  tale from Potions class, while Peter, perched on the armrest of a chair, blushed at her playful teasing.

You caught Remus’s eyes from across the room. He was reclined in his usual spot, legs stretched out, a soft smile playing on his lips. But there was something else in his gaze—something that burned brighter than the fire crackling in the hearth. That look wasn’t for the group. It was for you, only you. For months now, those glances had spoken louder than words. They’d said everything he tried so hard to deny.

It was a dangerous game, the one you played with him. Secret meetings, whispered promises, kisses that left you breathless and aching for more—and then the inevitable, his anguished voice pulling you back to reality. “We can’t do this,” he’d say, guilt clouding his honey-colored eyes. “I can’t risk hurting you.” Yet here you were, caught in a relentless cycle, tethered to him by something neither of you could control.

Lily’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “So,” she began, her tone light and teasing, “that Slytherin boy in Potions—what’s his name again? Avery? He’s been staring at you like you’re Amortentia. Are you going to say yes if he asks you out?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Not a chance. I’d rather kiss the Giant Squid.”

James let out a loud guffaw, and Sirius raised his glass in mock salute. “Good taste, love. That Slytherin’s a jerk.”

But your laughter caught in your throat when you saw Remus. His jaw clenched, his knuckles white against the arm of the couch. He quickly averted his gaze, staring into the flames as though they might temper the storm brewing inside him. You’d seen this look before. The quiet possessiveness he tried to hide. It sent your heart racing.

Eventually, the group began to drift apart. James slung an arm around Sirius as they stumbled toward the boys’ dormitory, still laughing. Lily bade you goodnight with a knowing smile, and Peter yawned his way upstairs. Left alone, you lingered for a moment, watching the embers glow. Then, with a sigh, you headed toward your dormitory. Or at least, that was the plan.

The castle was quiet as you wandered the corridors, the cool air brushing your skin like a whisper of the night. You’d detoured for a glass of water, your footsteps echoing softly against the ancient stone walls. But as you turned a corner, a hand caught your wrist and yanked you into the shadows with a force that sent your heart racing. Your back hit the wall, the cool stone biting through your jumper, and before you could react, his lips were on yours.

“Remus,” you gasped against his mouth, the word barely audible, lost in the intensity of his kiss. His hands found your waist, strong and unyielding, fingers digging into your hips as though he needed to anchor himself to you. His kiss was searing, desperate—like he was pouring every unspoken word, every buried feeling, into this moment. His teeth grazed your lower lip, a low growl escaping his throat, and your knees nearly gave way beneath you. Possessive. Wild. Devastating.

When he finally pulled back, his  eyes locked onto yours, ablaze with a fire that made your breath hitch. His chest heaved with the effort of restraint, and yet his hands stayed firm on your waist, refusing to let you go. For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke, the silence between you crackling with unspoken desire and frustration. The world outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you in this charged, stolen moment.

“What the hell, Remus?” you whispered, your voice trembling but your tone firm. “What’s this about?”

“Do you think I didn’t notice?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “That prat in Potions looking at you like you’re something he could just… have?” His fingers tightened on your waist, nails digging into your skin. “You’re mine.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, but you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks burned. “Oh, really?” you hissed. “You’re allowed to act like this, but then you tell me we can’t be together? Stop telling me we can’t do this and then pulling shit like this, Remus!”

He exhaled sharply, stepping back and running a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the roots as if trying to wrangle his thoughts into submission. His eyes darted away for a moment, but they quickly returned to you, filled with a vulnerability that made your chest ache. “I’m a big, stupid idiot,” he muttered, his voice breaking slightly. “I know I am. But I can’t stay away from you. And I… I can’t stop thinking about what might happen if I hurt you.” His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his fears.

Your resolve softened, the tension in your shoulders easing, but you refused to let him off the hook so easily. “You’re not going to hurt me,” you said, stepping closer, your voice steady despite the rapid thrum of your heart. Your hands brushed against his, daring to close the distance. “But you can’t keep breaking my heart like this, Remus. Either we’re together, or we’re not. No more in-between.”

His gaze locked onto yours, searching, pleading, his expression torn between hope and fear. He opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated, his throat working against the words. Finally, he exhaled, his shoulders slumping. “I want to be with you,” he admitted, his voice so quiet it was nearly lost to the silence. “Even if it scares me. Even if it’s selfish and stupid. I want you. Only you.”

The confession sent a rush of warmth through you, your heart swelling until it felt too big for your chest. Slowly, deliberately, you reached up and cupped his face, marveling at how beautiful he looked in the dim light. His features were alight, the sharp planes of his cheekbones softened by the look in his eyes, those molten gold irises that held the weight of a thousand secrets and a million  promises. Your thumbs brushed against the rough stubble on his jaw, the texture grounding you in the reality of this moment. He leaned into your touch instinctively, his eyes fluttering shut for a fleeting moment as if savoring every ounce of your presence. You pulled him into a kiss that was softer, deeper this time, a perfect blend of passion and quiet devotion that made your knees weak. His arms came around you, enveloping you completely, holding you as though the world might shatter and steal you away if he let go for even a second.

When you broke apart, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling haphazardly. “Good,” you finally murmured. “Because I’m not letting you go, Remus Lupin.”

A faint smile curved his lips, and for the first time that night, his eyes shone with certainty. “I think I could get used to that,” he said, his voice warm and steady. And in that moment, it felt like you’d finally broken the cycle.

[noirsnonsense]

hc that after sirius ran away and started living with james, getting disowned ect. McGonagall started calling him just "Sirius" instead of "Mr Black"

[mystical-night-madness]

Sirius: Why do you have to be so tall?

Remus: *smirks* Would you prefer me on my knees? *winks and leaves the dorm to go study in the library*

Sirius: Wh- i- you- *red cheeks and screams inside as he watches his boyfriend leave*

[kachowblueninja]

Sirius having a running joke that his last name is lupin.

First year on the train he said sirius lupin as a joke because of how hot remus was. He was just "jokingly" flirting. And cause he hated being a black.

Because james never thought of Sirius as a black he never put two and two together that him and regulus were brothers. So when James went to Grimmauld place to rescue sirius he wasnt even thinking he should save regulus too.

So regulus stood in a window, watching his darling boyfriend, forget about him. Abandon him in his abusive childhood Home.

[oliveoilisedible]

I love how we as a fandom just kind of collectively decided that Harry and Luna are Regulus and Pandora reincarnated. Like, it makes so much sense???????

[lookingforsneha]

Sirius tells Remus for the first time that he wants to get tattoos but he can't figure out which ones he'd like long term, so they do henna tattoo dates and darken the designs every week or so, until Sirius can choose.

Bonus:

Effie teaches them how to use the henna cones.

[losver07]

so i was talking to a friend and i accidentally said “Remus Black” and can you give me better proof that wolfstar exists than jkr (f her btw) choosing to give them names that sound so fucking good together?? like come on if you didnt want me to ship them you could have at least given them names that didnt go together

i mean Black-Lupin? Lupin-Black??? they were made to go together man i wish my kids would get a surname as cool as that

[randommmthoughts]

I adore bizarrestars, they’re amazing. Please read this fanfiction of them if you haven’t yet. It’s very cute and realistic. Yes, there’s angst, but it is always obvious everything is going to be alright

Containing:

Regulus and Sirius being brothers

Best friends Remus and Regulus

Mean barista Regulus

Artist Sirius

Fluff!!!

All these boys getting the therapy they need

Everyone loving eachother

Summary and my review under the cut

Summery:

Regulus hates his brother—this is fact—and as his best friend, Remus would never betray him by falling in love with aforementioned brother.

Sirius hates his entire family—this is also fact—and as his best friend, James would never betray him by falling in love with a member of it.

The problem is, none of them are even aware that it's happening.

My review:

OMG I loved this fic so so much. Everything about it. The falling in love phase was too cute for words, all the struggles were worked out so beautifully. The dynamics are just perfect and so real, and even when everything started to clear up, you have everyone time to develop deeper bonds. The last few chapters are exactly what I needed for this story to end. I adored this, you’re an amazing writer. I wish you all the luck in the world and hope you have an great day, an amazing year and a marvellous life full of love, health and happiness <3

[klinefelterrible]

Narcissa: I love it how Draco is such a classy young man

Narcissa: don’t you think, Harry?

Harry: oh yes

Harry: he looks great

Draco: I understand the white dress, the diamond tiara and the extremely high heels

Harry: „but”…

Narcissa: of course there’s a „but”

Draco: do I really have to ride this giant dog to the altar?

Narcissa: oh be polite, son

Draco: but—

Narcissa: it’s my cousin, your uncle, Harry’s godfather and it’s just a right thing to do

Draco: but he looks great in the tuxedo!

Narcissa: your dad looks great in tuxedo too but here we are, buying him a dress too

Draco: that’s two different things: having a tgirl slut dad and ride an actual big black dog to the altar

Remus: okay Sirius, we tried. Change!

Sirius: let me just lick my balls, real quick

Remus: Sirius!

Narcissa: bad dog!

Remus: that only encourages this kind of behaviour

Narcissa: so… good dog?

Sirius: woof

Remus: it’s better to find him a stick

Narcissa: and a pair of panties

Draco: about that

Harry: the stick?

Draco: ha ha, very funny

Draco: but yes, the panties!

Draco: I am not wearing panties!

Sirius: I know, I can sniff it

Draco: I mean to the wedding!

Harry: noone expects you to

Draco: good! Because I am not wearing them!

Harry: I didn’t-

Draco: can someone PLEASE fetch me a drink?

Sirius: woof!

Remus: not that „fetch”

Sirius: I mean I would like a drink too

Harry: I’ll bring it

Narcissa: you look beautiful in this dress, honey, and these heels suit you perfectly

Draco and Lucius: thank you

[apoetsworld]

Remus *finally deciding to tell the group*: I'm a werewolf

James: yea Rem we know-

Lily: not that surprising

Mary: explains the mood swings actually-

Sirius: plot twist!

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?

Remus: a-are you flirting with me?

Sirius: No I am asking you the weather dumbass

*Remus then proceeded to tell him the weather*

[mo0ns-and-stars]

This song is so very wolfstar change my mind I dare you 🤌 this is exactly how I imagine Remus feeling about Sirius 🥹

[kurt-cobain-is-jesus-in-disguise]

Why does Sirius Lupin sound so perfect tho???