#but REMUS LUPIN DOESNT'

[elmodoescrimes]

Remus Lupin having the ability to drink tea no matter how hot it is.

[http-wolfstar]

They got interrupted :(

[somecluelessidiot]

McGonagall: Be a Hogwarts professor, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Sirius: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

James: IT'S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER! GET THE ANTI-FLAMETHROWER!!

Remus: IT'S CALLED A FIRE EXSTINGUISHER YOU DUMBA--

Peter: *screaming in the background as something explodes*

McGonagall, sighing: Don't listen to them. Don't.

[losver07]

this is them meeting sirius btw

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Unbreakable Vow

@wolfstarmicrofic April 19, word count 535

“What do you want me to do, Sirius? Make an Unbreakable Vow and swear that I’m not the spy and will never become a spy for Voldemort?!” Remus cried at Sirius. He’d known there was something wrong. Since before Lily and James had gone into hiding with baby Harry, Sirius had been looking at him differently. It had taken him a while to put two and two together, but he’d finally cracked it. Sirius thought he was the spy. 

“Actually, yes. That would help,” Sirius said, stunned by Remus’s offer. 

“Fine, go find a witness, I’ll wait right here. Sirius was out the door before Remus could draw breath. He came back ten minutes later with Mary in tow. 

“You two are such idiots,” She sighed when Remus had told her why they needed her to witness the vow for them. “I couldn’t have told you Remus wasn’t the spy. Total idiot. I swear I don’t know how I ever had feelings for you,” She flicked her long hair over her shoulder. “Right, come on then, let’s get this over with.”

Remus held out his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, Sirius took it, wrapping his fingers around Remus’s wrist. Remus copied the hold and met his boyfriend's stormy grey eyes. Mary moved closer and touched the tip of her wand to their connected hands. 

“Remus John Lupin, will you swear to Sirius Orion Black that you are and never will be a spy for Lord Voldemort?”

“I will,” Remus answered solemnly. A flame as thin as a piece of wire wrapped itself around both their hands, creeping up to where their fingertips brushed against each other's wrists. 

“And do you, Remus John Lupin, swear to keep any and all of Sirius Orion Black’s secrets until he states otherwise?”

“I will,” he repeated. This had been something Mary suggested, as it would make their lives as well as their friends' lives so much better if Sirius could talk to Remus without the fear he’d been feeling. 

Another lick of flame travelled from Mary’s wand and wove around their entwined hands, linking with the previous flame.  

“And do you, Sirius Orion Black, swear to confide in Remus when you feel the need to?”

“Oh what the fuck Mary. I’m not swearing to that!” The flames around their hands spat angrily. Mary raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to continue. 

“This is why we’re in this mess, because you’re an idiot who kept everything bottled up until you nearly lost the man you love over it. So no, Sirius, you will swear to it,” Mary said forcefully. Sirius let out a dramatic sigh. 

“Fine, I will.” A third flame shot out of Mary’s wand, and once it was in place, the three stands blazed bright, twisting around their wrists until the magic settled in place. 

“And my job is done. I love you, buh bye,” Mary kissed them both on their cheeks and strode out of the door.  

Remus and Sirius stood as Mary had left them for a long time, staring at each other. 

“I er..”

“I’m not the secret keeper!” Sirius blurted out at the same time as Remus tried to speak. 

“Wait, what?” 

Part 2

[uhhlifeig]

Cupid - Feb. 7th - word count: 271 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“This might be the single worst thing you’ve ever done to me,” Remus muttered, walking into Madam Puddifoot’s Teashop and staring at the garishly pink shop with mild horror. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Moons,” Sirius grinned, leading him over to a table that had three Cupid-looking cherubs hovering over it.

“Mhm, I’m being so incredibly dramatic right now,” Remus deadpanned, gesturing at the frilly tablecloths and the giggling third-year girls- not to mention the confetti-throwing cherubs. 

“You’re not appreciating the ambience, Moonlight,” Sirius teased. “It’s very aesthetic.”

“Oh, so very aesthetic,” Remus said, glancing around the shop. His gaze focused on the floating tea set in front of him. “Sirius, there is a teapot winking at me.”

“Oh, that’s normal,” Sirius laughed, waving his hand around and almost hitting a floating cup. “They do that.”

“Alright,” Remus muttered as a steaming cup of tea set down in front of him. “I’ll take your word on that.”

Just as he was about to drink some of his very-much needed tea, a particularly aggressive cherub tossed pink confetti directly at Remus’s face.

“Happy Valentine’s,” it grumbled before flying off. 

Remus looked at Sirius bewilderedly. “It’s not Valentine’s, right?”

“No,” Sirius looked like he was trying his darndest to not burst into laughter right then and there. “That’s next week.”

Remus buried his face in his hands. “You’re making us come back here, aren’t you?”

Sirius ignored the question. “You’re so adorable when you’re suffering,” he grinned, eyes sparkling. 

“I hate you,” Remus groaned.

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” Remus agreed, uncovering his face and pecking Sirius on the cheek. “Love you, Pads.”

[la-lune-et-la-etoile]

Regulus bringing Remus lunch to the hospital wing after a bad moon and holding his boy/sitting on Rem's lap while feeding him.

OR

Remus bringing Regulus food in the library because he knows he's been working for too long; pulling Regulus into his lap to force him to take a break for once.

[adharastarlight]

Sirius: would you still love me if-

Remus: yes.

Sirius: I didn't finish

Remus: I'd still love you if you were bald, if you were two inches tall, if you were a worm, if you were a dragon. I'd still love you even if you repeatedly woke me up at 3am to ask me if I'd still love you

Sirius: you would?

Remus: yes, but I also might kick you. Go to fucking sleep

[messingwithmoony]

" I believed you were crazy, you believe that you love me "

jegulus

[siriusblackdevotee]

OPEN RELATIONSHIP WOLFSTAR SAVE ME OPEN RELATIONSHIP WOLFSTAR IF YOU CAN HEAR ME OPEN RELA

[enbysiriusblack]

regulily & wolfstar where it's rich as fuck sirius and reg meeting up after years to try to reconnect, and meeting up in a cafe as its neutral ground but remus and lily work there and are just watching as a man dressed in leather and spikes and ripped denim, holding a motorbike helmet, shouts at a man who looks so similar to him but is wearing a black victorian suit and a briefcase with a jack the ripper badge.

[http-wolfstar]

Chilly day ❄️

[handledwithgloves]

How Harry Potter Ended Up With Three Dads (wc:2k)

"He's drunk," Remus says, peering through the curtains at the slumped over figure on their front porch, "We can't just leave him out there."

Sirius scowls, waving his hand dismissively, "Oh, you and your... kind heart. Damn you! Let him in then!"

Remus makes no rush to open the door but once he does, he could feel just how cold it is outside. He tucks himself further into the warmth of his bathrobe before stepping out onto the porch.

"Severus?" Remus asks warily, inching closer still to the man, "What are you doing here?"

Severus looks up then. Still the same gaunt, thin, sad face from their school days, if not worse from the drunken aura of the man. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days.

"Are you well enough to talk?" Remus asks, squatting down so he could be eye to eye with the man.

Severus only shivers in response. Remus's eyes grow wide in shock.

"Merlin!" he nearly shouts, "Your lips are blue! Just how long have you been out here? Sirius!"

"What?" Sirius grumbles from the front door, "Did he finally keel over and die?"

"Sirius, help me carry him in. I think he's got hyperthermia," Remus says, taking one of Severus's arms and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Hypothermia, Moony," Sirius smiles, taking Severus's other arm and slinging it over his own shoulders none too gently, "I thought you were supposed to be the word-y one here?"

Severus grunts as Sirius 'accidentally' smacks his head against the door. The two of them haul Severus's body into the house as Sirius shuts the door with his foot.

"Over there," Remus says, nodding his head to the fireplace.

As soon as they got him settled and the fireplace is roaring with life, Remus and Sirius finally catch their breaths. Severus looks less dead now but they still had no idea what to make of him. Sirius was the first to voice his concern.

“What the ever living fu - “ one look from Remus cuts him off before he continues with a scowl, “What is he doing here, Remus? And why is he half dead? Doesn’t the bastard know how to cast a warming charm?”

“I don't know,” Remus looks over to Severus’s sleeping body. He’s sitting up, stock still. “I didn’t even know he knew where we lived. I mean, it’s not a secret but still, I didn’t think he cared.”

“Well, whatever. We can’t keep him here. We have a - “ Sirius mimes cradling something in his arms and then points upwards.

“Yes, you don’t think I know that?” Remus snaps, “As soon as he’s better, I’ll wake him up and have him leave. Problem solved.”

Sirius sighs with attitude as he sits down on their couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Better be soon,” he says testily, “It’s near three in the morning. I’m exhausted.”

Remus sits down beside Sirius. “Oh, you’re exhausted?” Remus scoffs, “You’re not the one - “ he mimes changing diapers but Sirius only frowns in confusion, “The very fact that you don’t know what I’m doing only further proves my point.”

“Whatever,” Sirius says, “When one person in this house wakes up, we all wake up.”

“Better take what little chance we have while we have it,” Remus says, resting his head on the back of the couch and closing his eyes.

When Remus opens his eyes again, he is disoriented; unsure how he got to the living room and why he left the fireplace on. Then he focuses on an empty spot near the fireplace, alarms in his head going off that he’s forgotten something important concerning that specific area. Then there is a sudden thump upstairs and Remus leaps to his feet without hesitance. The baby - Harry!

Remus swings across the stairs skipping steps by two as he rounds the corner of the hallway to Harry’s room. The door was wide open. Remus bursts in to find Severus hovering over Harry’s crib, muttering something. Harry is awake, cooing at him as if he understood what Severus was saying. Remus draws his wand immediately.

“Severus,” Remus calls authoritatively, “Step away from the child.”

Severus tenses at Remus’s voice but he doesn’t comply. His wand is drawn and Remus steels himself to fight as a last resort, not wanting to get Harry between the crossfires. Remus opens his mouth again to speak, to lower the tension in the room, when suddenly a spell zooms past his head. Before he knows it, Harry is in Severus’s arms.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Remus shouts just as Severus darts across the room, missing him by inches.

Severus flings open another door to the room and dashes past him before he could utter another spell. Damn! Why did they have to put Harry in a room with so many doors?

“Sirius!” Remus shouts in panic, “Sirius! He has Harry!”

He chases after Severus, always just barely missing him as he darts around corners of his house, jumping through doors, and gliding through hallways. He can hear Sirius’s heavy footsteps running around somewhere, trying to find a way to corner Severus. And then he hears it; Sirius’s footsteps getting closer, louder, and faster.

“Sirius! Don’t!”

Sirius seems to understand a millisecond before colliding with Severus and Harry, barreling instead towards an unsuspecting door and crashing through it.

“What part of ‘he has Harry’ did you not understand?” Remus shouts behind his back as he passes Sirius.

“The part where you bloody let him in the house!” he hears Sirius shouting back.

He’d lost sight of Severus now, finally slowing down to a stop as he tries to listen to any doors being open or, potentially, any windows being smashed so he could escape with Harry. Sirius pats his shoulder, panting just a bit, but not from running, from anger.

“Why does he know the layout of our house?” Sirius shouts incredulously.

“Severus has always been very… complicated,” Remus replies evenly.

“Complicated. Oh, be nicer would you?” Sirius spits, “He’s mad. He’s mad and he’s got Harry!”

“Sirius,” Remus tries to calm him, “He’s still in the house. I think he was doing something to Harry, talking to him or something, before I found him.”

“Talk - talking?” Sirius waves his hands up in exasperation, “Jesus, Remus! He could’ve been cursing Harry for all we know!”

Just then, the most wonderful sound could be heard from downstairs; Harry’s laughing. Sirius moves first, shoving past Remus to get to the stairs. It takes a while for Remus to recover. He had done this. He was the one who brought Severus inside. He believed Severus wasn’t so bad and for a moment, he doubted himself but hearing Harry laugh reignited that belief.

By the time he got to the downstairs hallway, Sirius was already there, banging hard on the bathroom door and trying his best to peer in through the frosted glass. Remus had no idea why the previous owners of this house would want their guest bathroom to have a frosted glass but he’s so glad that they did because he could see the blobs of Severus Snape and Harry sitting on the floor of the bathroom, safe and unharmed.

“When I get you Snivellus, you’re going to wish you were sent to Azkaban with all the other filthy Death Eaters! D’you hear me?” Sirius shouts, jiggling the handles again just to try to scare Severus, “Worse than death! I’ll tear you to pieces if you touch a hair on that boy’s head!”

Remus was still looking in next to Sirius when a thought had come to mind and he was never happier that Sirius was far too angry to think straight. He walks back down the hall and turns a corner to the kitchen, down another hall. Then, quickly, before the door could shut, he barges into the bathroom where Severus slams the door shut with a spell. But he was too late, Remus was already inside, thanking the previous owner for their love of rooms with multiple doors.

Severus is sitting on the bathroom floor with Harry in his lap, facing him. He’s bent over Harry, muttering again, as the infant plays with his hair. He’s crying, Remus notes from the sniffling he hears coming from the man.

“Remus!” Sirius shouts excitedly from behind the bathroom door, “Remus do something! He’s molesting the baby!”

“Shut up, Sirius!” Remus shouts, fists clenching his wand at his side. Jokes like that shouldn’t be made so lightly. Remus takes a breath, trying now to sound as gentle as he could, “Severus, you can’t cry on Harry.”

“You don’t even love him.”

Remus sighs with a roll of his eyes. “And you do?” he tucks his wand away, noticing that Severus’s wand had rolled towards the far wall.

“Listen, he can say my name. Go on, say it,” he prods at Harry.

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, Severus!” Remus flings his arms frustratedly, “He’s not a talking doll! You can’t just poke him and make him say your name!”

“You tell him, Remus! Get that sniveling drowned bastard away from my godson!”

“Sirius! For the love of - Shut up!” Remus shouts.

Severus is mumbling again and this time Remus really is a bit worried he’s putting a curse on Harry but as he nears, he hears him much more clearly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re Lily’s precious boy, aren’t you? Will you ever forgive me? I’m so very sorry,” Severus chatters like a mantra into Harry’s face.

“Severus,” Remus gently places his hand on the other man’s shoulder, “Severus, give me the boy. It’s his bedtime.”

Severus sniffles. “I came to apologize,” he says, “I - I never got to - to Lily.”

“I understand,” Remus sighs, crouching down and placing his other hand gently to Severus’s forearm, “but he doesn’t. If you really want to apologize to him properly, do it sober and when he’s understood everything.”

Severus sniffles again, giving a slow nod before he leans back onto the bathtub behind him. Gently, carefully, Remus takes Harry from his arms. Harry seems unharmed, thankfully. He’s smiling brightly up at Remus, generally happy. He lets himself relax, standing up and towards the door, opening it to a stressed Sirius.

“You got him?” Sirius says, peering down at Harry who’s yawning now.

“This whole ordeal must have tired him out,” Remus says with a laugh.

“Yeah,” Sirius rolls his eyes, “He’s the tired one. I swear tonight just shaved ten years off my lifespan. What happened in there? I couldn’t hear a thing.”

“We just had a chat,” Remus replies, moving past Sirius and heading up the stairs.

“You mean he’s still in there?” Sirius’s temper flared.

“Leave him be,” Remus gives him a glare, “He’s fallen asleep against the bathtub.”

“Remus,” Sirius starts, “You can’t be serious?”

“He just wanted to apologize to Harry,” Remus says calmly, “I’ve already talked him down from it.”

“We can’t let him stay!” Sirius says desperately.

“You’re welcome to stay up and watch him all night Sirius,” Remus smirks, “Merlin knows you have some sort of wild fascination with him, but Harry and I will be off to bed. Won’t we, Harry?”

Harry gives another, large yawn as his eyes droop lower and lower. Remus smiles. Not even two years on his earth and he’s already a handful of trouble, Remus sighs, placing Harry in his crib. Sirius indignantly complains about Severus’s stay and that Remus thinks he has some ‘wild fascination’ with Snape all the while they make their way to their room.

The next morning, Remus and Sirius are down in the kitchen, with Harry sitting in his feeding chair, when Severus appears with a hand to his head and seemingly looking like he’s going through the worst hangover ever experienced by man. Remus hands him a potion.

“Drink it,” Remus says, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Sirius grunts, “Brewed it myself, Snivellus, so you better not have any complaints.”

Severus gives Sirius a sneer as he takes the bottle without question and gulps it down. He grimaces for a moment, the taste surely not the best so early in the morning. Then, he looks like his usual, depressing self.

“Compliments where compliments are owed, Black,” Severus says, placing the potion on the counter, “Though I would add just a touch more - “

“That’s enough out of you, Snape,” Sirius scowls, aiming the spatula he was using to stir their scrambled eggs at Severus, “I brewed it perfectly and you know it. You just want to be an arse.”

“Severus,” Remus steps forward, “Do you remember anything that transpired here last night?”

“I do not recall,” Severus says smoothly, looking away as a light blush flushes his cheeks.

So he did remember everything. Which means he remembers the conversation they had in the bathroom about Harry. Remus smiles. That was good. If not for Severus, then for Harry, when he’s ready to learn everything that happened that night with his parents. Speaking of - 

Harry makes a loud indignant shout, upset that he’s being kept out of the conversation. Remus watches as Severus slowly inches towards him with a face of slight disgust or discomfort. Sirius rushes forward as well, thrusting the spatula into Remus’s hands.

“Snivellus, if you even think about kidnapping that boy again - “

“Please, Black. It was hardly a kidnapping if I remained in your house,” Severus says lazily before turning back to Harry, “Pathetic little thing. Isn’t it overweight?”

“Babies look like that, Severus,” Remus says over his shoulder as he plates the scrambled eggs next to he bacon.

Sirius scoffs, hovering over Harry and pinching his cheeks, “Just because your baby pictures have you looking like a drowned cat doesn’t mean our cute little Harry is the same.”

Harry slams his fists down on the table at that, babbling to Sirius.

“Oh, Harry didn’t like that jibe towards Severus, Sirius,” Remus chuckles, “Best to apologize.”

Just then, Harry does the most amazing thing. “Sebuh,” Harry says.

Severus takes a step back, hand flying to his mouth as Sirius peers closer at Harry’s face.

“Sebus,” Harry says again, laughing and making grabbing motions towards Severus.

It was Sirius’s turn to back away in awe then, clutching his chest in shock and disbelief. Severus on the other hand was inching towards Harry again. His hand reaches out and he lets Harry grab at his fingers. Ever so quietly, they could hear sniffling coming from Severus again.

“Oh, come now, Snivellus,” Sirius rolls his eyes.

“I want to be a part of his life.”

“What?” Sirius shouts as Remus says, “Okay.”

[daddiesdrarryy]

Sirius: Moony, would you kiss me?

Remus: Pads—

Sirius: It wouldn’t have to mean anything. And I would never expect anything from you because of it, but I’m in my Third Year and I’ve never been kissed and everyone else has, and I am not certain I ever will be. I could die tomorrow—

Remus: You are not going to die tomorrow

Sirius: But I could, and it would kill me

Remus: But you’d already be dead

Sirius: Moony!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Sleeping Draught

@wolfstarmicrofic April 10, word count 317

“What’s that?” Sirius asked him when he took the small vial out of his pocket that Madam Pomfrey had just given him. 

“Nothing,” he said quickly, busying himself with gathering his pyjamas. “Just got a stomach ache and Madam Pomfrey gave it to me to settle my stomach,” He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking he should add something about why he’d be in bed for the next few hours. “She told me to lie down for a bit,” He took his pyjamas and went into the bathroom to get changed. None of his dorm mates had seen his scars yet, and he wasn’t starting now. 

When he came back out, he noticed the Sleeping Draught vial had moved. Not by much, but Remus’s keen sight noticed. Sirius was sitting on his own bed staring thoughtfully at a book, his brow furrowing as he turned the page. Remus ignored him and got into bed, uncorking the tiny vial and downing the contents. He felt the potion begin to take effect instantly. His eyes began to droop and his muscles relaxed. They weren’t that sore this time, but he was definitely beginning to feel his transformations more and more, and according to Madam Pomfrey, they were only going to get worse as puberty hit. He closed his eyes and let the potion take him. 

“Hey, Remus?” Sirius’s voice was distorted. He managed to force his eyes open a crack. Sirius’s face was right above his. 

“Hmmm,” His tongue wasn’t working as he fought to stay awake. 

“Are you a werewolf?” Sirius asked calmly. 

“Oh, fuck,” he managed to slur as the effects of the potion became too hard for even him to fight. He hoped this potion would take a while to wear off, as once he woke up he’d have to start packing. No one was supposed to know. And he’d really loved being at Hogwarts. 

[star-gurll]

The Marauders during puberty

James: stinks

Remus: grows two feet(twelve inches)

Sirius: acne

Peter: voice change