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The Remus Lupin Question

I can't help myself. I can't imagine Remus Lupin as Badboy casanova and I can't imagine him just like grandad.

i think he is both and nothing of it at the same time.

He is the mastermind behind the marauders pranks.

He is some sort of self destrsuctive, like forgetting to eat or not getting enough sleep.

With his lycantrophy goes some sort of depression and a lot of physical and emotional pain.

Not Remus was the mother hen of the marauders, but James who especially fussed about Remus after full moons.

He had grown over the years, his friendship to the marauders, the girls, some ravenclaws and hufflepuffs and even some of the slytherins, pushed his self esteem.

He knows, because of his loving parents how healthy relationships work and I believe that he has to give Sirius steadiness and safety when they first started dating, because Sirius never really had a rolemodel for a healthy lasting relationship.

Sometimes he is the one that talks some sense in the marauders and sometimes he has the ideas to let their pranks go through the roof.

He likes to read, because books were his portals to the world when he was little, but also likes to spent time with the people he cares about. A win win is when he can spent time with Reegulus and Lily talking about books oder reading toghether.

So on the one hand he is really vulnerable and relies on his friends and boyfriends and on the other hand he is very confindent and stable and some sort of glue for his friends and spot of safety for his boyfriend.

[sliebman10]

Hogsmeade

“Anyone sitting here?” Sirius asked, sidling up to the bar, as he came into the Three Broomsticks on Saturday afternoon.

“All yours, Professor,” Remus said with a smile.

He wrinkled his nose. “It still sounds weird.”

“It sounds hot,” Remus whispered in his ear as Madam Rosmerta approached them with a grin. Sirius wagged his eyebrows at his husband as they ordered their drinks. 

“Is he here yet?” Sirius asked, settling on his stool. 

“Nope. It’s his first trip to Hogsmeade. He’s probably over at Honeydukes,” Remus said. “So...how’s Buckbeak enjoying having you back?”

Sirius grinned. When Hagrid retired to France with Madame Maxine, Professor McGonagall had asked him to take over as the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. It was still new, but he was enjoying it immensely.

The door banged open and in trooped a bunch of pink faced third years, boisterous and excited about their first visit to the Three Broomsticks. 

“Hey, Potter!” Sirius called. One of the boys broke away sheepishly and joined Sirius and Remus at the bar. 

“My dad told you to check on me?” their grandson asked, rolling his eyes.

“Maaaybe,” Sirius said, with a wink. “I have it on good authority that your dad snuck into Hogsmeade many times so maybe he’s not the best example.”

“Look who’s talking,” Remus snorted. 

But James looked gleeful. “Ha. I knew it. I knew the Map wasn’t for ‘educational purposes only,” he said, with dramatic air quotes. 

Sirius and Remus looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Come around for tea tomorrow afternoon…we have some stories for you, kiddo.”

Word Count: 266

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[sspadfoot]

If Remus Lupin existed in 2020 he would wear frog hats and eyeliner and he would have so many crystals

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Flirt

@wolfstarmicrofic February 16, word count 445

Previous part First part

Remus was glad it was Saturday. That way, he didn’t have to rush. His bed had a ridiculous amount of chocolate—even for Remus— on it. 

“Sirius, wow!—I mean, thank you.” Remus pulled him in for a hug. He relished in the way Sirius’s creamy skin tinged pink. 

He lifted a finger and stroked Sirius’s pink cheek with a featherlight touch. Sirius shivered and blushed deeper. “Like strawberries and cream,” Remus whispered, barely aware he’d said it aloud. He was completely enraptured by the sight before him. It was only when Sirius wriggled uncomfortably in his arms that he snapped out of his trance. “Sorry,” He said as he quickly released Sirius from his arms.

“No, it’s fine.” Sirius blurted out in a rush. “It was just the way you were looking at me was making things happen, and well, yeah.” He finished with a nervous laugh.

“Are you trying to flirt with me, Sirius?” Remus had to chew his lips to stop himself from laughing at how wide Sirius’s eyes went. 

“C’mon, let’s make a start on this pile of chocolate.” He gently took Sirius’s hand and led him towards his bed. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass Sirius, but his own awkwardness made him blurt stuff out without thinking. 

They spent the next few hours sampling a bit from everything Sirius had bought. Remus felt bad for not getting Sirius anything after all the trouble he’d gone to to treat Remus. He wanted to give Sirius something, but he wasn’t sure what. 

He noticed his favourite grandad jumper lying on his trunk. An idea hit him. He moved away from Sirius, leaning over the end of the bed and gathered the wool garment in his hands. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sirius,” He suddenly felt very shy and hoped Sirius didn’t think it was a lame gift. 

Sirius looked up at him, mouth agape. He snatched it from Remus’s hands and hurriedly wrenched it over his head. He wrapped his arms around himself and inhaled the soft material.

“It smells like you,” He mumbled into the sleeves. 

“Sorry, I can get you a clean one. It’s just that’s my favourite one.” He felt a bit embarrassed. He’d only worn it once. He hadn’t thought it would be that bad.

Sirius wrapped himself tighter into the jumper.

“No, it’s mine now.—I love it.— Thank you, Remus.” He smiled shyly up at him. “You’re not getting this back, you know.” He added, holding it even tighter.

Remus looked at Sirius and thought how adorable he looked in the oversized jumper. He was drowning in it, but all Remus could think was he’s mine.  

“Yeah, I know.”    

Next part

[impishtubist]

summer homework

for @greyeyedmonster-18 and @femme--de--lettres and everyone else suffering through finals rn, ilu <3

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Harry hears the sound of the Floo, and then Sirius’s booming voice. “Where are my favorite Potters?”

“Grandpa!”

Harry rolls his eyes as his three children leap up and hurry into the living room. He follows, watching as the three of them dart around Sirius and throw themselves at Remus.

“Oof!” Remus says. James surpassed him in height over a year ago, and AJ caught up to him over the winter hols. Lily isn’t far off, and so Remus is completely engulfed by the three of them. “Hello, loves.”

Sirius puts his hands on his hips in mock outrage. “And where’s my hug?”

James, AJ, and Lily disentangle themselves from Remus and, ignoring Sirius entirely, go back to what they were doing. Sirius’s mouth drops open. “I don’t even get a hello?”

James sighs and looks at Harry. “Dad?”

Harry rolls his eyes again and says, “The kids want me to tell you that they’re not speaking to you.” 

“What? Why?” Now Sirius really is outraged. “What did I do?”

James, AJ, and Lily look at Harry. Harry shakes his head. 

“I’m not doing this all night. If you have something to say to Grandad, do it yourself.”

“Grandpa, tell Grandad he shouldn’t have assigned us so much bloody homework over the summer,” AJ says to Remus.

Remus’s eyebrows shoot up, but he turns to Sirius and says, “The kids aren’t talking to you because you assigned--”

“Yes, thank you, I heard,” Sirius says. “You and James have OWLs and NEWTs next year. You both need to be prepared.”

“What about me?” Lily pipes up. “I don’t have OWLs and NEWTs.”

“You still need to keep your skills sharp.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Grandpa never gave us summer homework,” AJ says. 

“They’ve got a point, Sirius,” Remus says. “Their previous Defense teacher never gave them summer homework.” 

“Well, maybe their previous Defense teacher shouldn’t have had a run-in with a bunch of Inferi that resulted in him having to take a year-long leave of absence!”

“That’s true,” Remus concedes. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’re still coming back next year, Grandpa, right?” AJ asks hopefully. “We don’t have to have Grandad again?”

“Hey!”

“Actually, kids, that’s what we wanted to tell you at dinner tonight.” Remus slips an arm around Sirius’s waist and leans into him. “I am coming back next year, but so is Grandad. We’re going to be co-teaching Defense.” 

“Really?” Harry says. “That’s great!” 

“Okay, but we don’t have to do our homework, right?” James says.

“Sorry, James Sirius, but you still have to do the homework Grandad assigned you. All of you do.”

James pulls a face. “You’re the worst grandparents ever.”

[snarky-magpie]

(Remus Lupin, the unassuming evil mastermind. Spread the word.)

 “I’m happy for me too.” A faint smile graces Remus’ lips, and his whole disposition softens. “Now, spill the tea about you and Regulus. How did that even happen?”

“Please, keep your voice down. If Sirius overhears, he might—actually, no clue, but I’d rather not find out.”

“That’s reasonable, but you don’t have to worry, Prongs. I asked Peter to stall him so we could have a little chat.” 

James drains the rest of his pint and scans the pub for a server. When he makes eye contact, he points to the empty glass to signal he’d like another. Unless he’s mistaken, this discussion will require more alcohol than is currently circulating in his bloodstream.

“You’re an evil mastermind in grandad jumpers,” James grumbles, but Remus only sputters out a laugh, not offended in the slightest.

“Hear, hear. Why do you think I wear them? It’s camouflage. Nobody suspects the bloke in a worn jumper of a nefarious agenda.” Remus raises his glass in mock toast before taking a long pull from it. “So, Regulus. I know you carried a torch for him, but I thought he loathed you.”

“Believe me, he does.” His dejection must show on his face, prompting Remus to reach across the table and pat his hand. “But he’s capable of looking past it when it suits his needs.” 

“And what needs are those?”

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“Can’t. Literally can’t. It's—it's complicated.” 

Remus sets his forearms on the table, leaning closer. “Did you swear an Unbreakable? James, that’s incredibly risky. Not to mention stupid.”

[yagirlhollzx]

My moony

Remus lupin x fem!reader angst/ fluff

Warnings: werewolf!remus, full moon, injury, mentions of blood

Ik it's a bit short

It was the night of the full moon. And remus was very clingy and cuddly around these times. He'd be extra protective aswell. Sirius, James, and Peter come into the dormitory to bring remus to the shrieking shack for the transformation. They basically pry him off of you and say goodbye. You know it will be a tough night.

A few hours later your awake in his bed worried sick. You're trying everything to just go to bed but nothings working. Counting sheep. Nope. Convincing yourself he's fine. Nope. You toss and turn trying and trying but you know you won't be able to sleep.

You decide to go for a late night walk since that normally helps. You look at 5he clock and it 4 am it's nearly sunrise so it'll be safe. You get up and put on one of his Grandad jumpers and your slippers and head out. You reach the exit of the castle and the wind blows on your bare legs leaving goosebumps. You step outside hugging onto yourself to try and keep warm. You know you won't be asleep until tonight so the wind is really keeping you awake.

You (dumbly) decide to walk over near the forest and you hear noises in the distance. You hear a voice. Its sirius. He's telling you to go but he's injured. You run up to him and he whisper-shouts "go". You ignore him and walk past him. He struggles but gets up and follows you. Your pretty far into the forest with sirius while he's telling you all about what happened when you both hear a low growl. He turnes into padfoot. You hear the low growl again but it's right behind you. You see paddoot freeze. You move a tiny bit closer and look in his eyes. Fear. 'Shit' you thought to yourself.

You slowly turn around to see a werewolf staring right back at you. You know you have to hold eyecontact buy your scared and turn to padfoot who's still frozen. You then get tackled into the floor by the werewolf. You scream as the lycanthrope attacks you clawing you everywhere. The dog then tackles the werewolf off of you and the pain of claws being ripped from you makes you scream even louder. Your at the point of crying. Sob after sob leaving you. You hear the dog whimpering and you turn to see the lycanthrope running towards you again dog limping behind a tree.

Next thing you know it's attacking you again biting and clawing you even harder than before your hyperventilating now and all of a sudden you feel the same feelinf of claws being ripped from you once again but this time you see a pretty injured deer attacking the wolf. Then you turn the other way to see Peter. He sits you up and takes the jumper off you leaving you in a short sleeved pajama top and a matching pair of shorts.

He putts the jumper over his shoulder not to leave any evidence and picks you up to bring you to madame promfery. You arrive about 5 mins later and Peter puts you down on a bed and tells her to close the curtain for when remus arrives. He then puts the jumper down and explained what happened and left to get remus.

Your put to sleep and madame promfery cleans all your wounds and closes the curtain on the way out to await our mooney. A few minutes later the boys walk in and set mooney down on the bed opposite. Madame promfery deals with them and tells them to all get some rest.

A few hours later you wake up to see the curtains open and a very worried looking remus staring at you. "Y/n what the fuck happened to you?" Were the first words out of his mouth. You look at sirius and he nods. "Rem I'm sorry I walked into the forest totally ignoring sirius telling me to go and well you attacked me........twice" "TWICE" he shouted. "Omg I hurt you I promised I'd never hurt you I broke my promise and you'd probably never forgive me or talk to me again.." "rem I forgive you" you said wobbly standing and limping over. Getting into his bed and him laying on your chest "no" he said "you don't have to" "rem I know it wasn't you that hurt me it was that stupid wolf, I'll always forgive if you have a good reason" "now let's cuddle and get back to sleep." "Ok buba" he whispers. "Your my mooney" you whisper "your mooney" he replies. "My mooney" you whisper again before falling asleep with him in your arms drifting off not that long after. "There so cute" said james "so cute" sirius replied.

[ther0sesared3ad]

Remus Lupin kins:

Always have a book with them

Consume energy drinks like their life depends on it because they stay up reading

Wear grandad jumpers and corduroy trousers

Are academics

Are introverts

Are giant David Bowie stans

Should marry me

[letterstomichelangelo]

woke up wearing a grandad jumper with a scratch on my face and a bloody lip, its all very remus lupin-esque

[moonysfurrybigproblem]

Well, he's got brown eyes and hair,he dresses like someones grandad but he pulls it off,he is covered with rugged scars, he's a genius ,a bit of a nerd,and his name is Remus John lupin

Settle smth for me

@marlsboronights @sconewithjamesplease @moonysfurrybigproblem @mary-had-a-little-lamb @moony-toast-1960 @barty-thefreak @givemesomebones @sillylilygryffindor

[tracingpatternswrites]

Title: Snowed in Link: Read on AO3 Square filled: Snowed in Pairing: Sirius/Remus Rating: M Summary: Sirius and Remus find themselves snowed in. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop their grandchildren from coming through the Floo. Word count: 1500

Written for the HPFC Holiday Bingo.

Teaser below the cut.

“We’re snowed in.”

“What do you mean we’re snowed in?” Remus asked sleepily, rolling over in bed and automatically reaching out for Sirius but finding the other side of the bed empty.

He cracked an eye open, stifling a yawn as he looked around the room only to find Sirius peering out of the window. He’s stark naked, the familiar patterns from his many tattoos standing out sharply against his pale skin and Remus got momentarily lost in them, the way they curled around his shoulder blades, down his back and faded just over the curve of his arse.

They were getting on a bit now, Sirius hair containing more streaks of silver than he would want to admit, but he was still the most beautiful being Remus had ever seen. Where he himself simply seemed to get weedier, thinner, sharper, Sirius was still broad over the shoulders, his thighs thick. He was perhaps a little softer around the edges now, but Remus didn’t mind it one bit.

“I mean that we’re snowed in,” his husband said before turning around, a grin pulling at his mouth as he saw Remus watching him. “Oh no, I guess that means we just have to stay in bed all day.”

Remus snorted, not even slightly pretending he’s not ogling him as he pulled the duvet back.

“So what are you doing all the way over there?”

“Just checking on the snow,” Sirius grinned as made his way back towards the bed, hips swaying purposefully, and Remus couldn’t possibly not look him over greedily as he slid back into bed. “I guess we just have to take a snow day. Call in sick. No work.”

Sirius wriggled close, pressing his lips against Remus’ shoulder, tongue playing along a scar there and Remus groaned, letting his eyes flutter close.

“You don’t have a job, Pads, there’s no-one to call in sick to.”

“Hm,” Sirius mumbled, his mouth trailing lower, finding one of Remus’ nipples and let his teeth close around the little nub, making Remus arch and hiss. “Didn’t think about that. Well, then you take a snow day.”

“I’m– ah– I don’t– it’s the winter holidays, the library is closed.”

“Well, isn’t that lucky,” Sirius purred, glancing up at Remus with a wicked smirk before sliding lower, disappearing underneath the duvet.

Remus dropped his head back against the pillow, his legs falling open to allow Sirius better access as his mouth trailed lower still. He sighed out a soft breath as Sirius’ lips closed around him, allowing himself to relax and focus only on how perfect Sirius felt. Even after all these years, or maybe because of them, Sirius never failed to get his attention. Even if it took longer these days, Remus not quite as quick to arouse as when they were teenagers, he had absolutely nothing to set against Sirius Black’s talented hands and mouth.

“Padfoot? Moony?”

Remus swore, quite viciously, his eyes snapping open as Sirius jolted up straight, the duvet falling off him.

“Oh fuck,” Sirius hissed, throwing himself onto the bed next to Remus, tugging the duvet up over them both to hide their predicament.

Continue on AO3.

[yeah-uh-the-pilot]

People who celebrate fictional characters’ birthdays are so annoying, anyway today is November 3rd, so

Happy Birthday, Sirius Orion Black!!!

[sliebman10]

Over 30

“How old are you, Pa’foot?” Little James asked, looking up at Sirius expectantly. Both Harry and Remus hid snorts in their fists. Sirius glared at them both. 

“How old do you think I am?” Sirius asked, trying to remain focused on his grandson rather than his mutinous husband and godson.

James thought for a moment. “One hundred and sixty five!” he exclaimed.

Harry couldn’t contain himself anymore and burst out laughing. 

“Well. That does seem quite old, James,” Sirius said. 

“But you have white hair!” James pointed out, pulling a fist of Sirius’s salt and pepper hair a proof.

“Ouch! We don’t pull hair. It hurts,” Sirius said, unwinding the small fist from his length of hair. 

“Sorry,” James said, a worried pucker appearing between his eyes. 

“I’m alright,” Sirius said, more softly, since the little boy seemed concerned he’d been hurt.

After Harry took James home, Remus came over and kissed him softly. “You know, you look good for your age.”

“Shut up,” Sirius said, but there was no bite to it. “If I’m one hundred and sixty five, so are you. We’re the same age.”

Word Count: 187

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[sspadfoot]

Remus Lupin is a loser.

[sblacksvelvet]

@wolfstarmicrofic - castles

Remus’ childhood church sits on a hill. The little graveyard has his grandpa’s body buried by the rock of his gravestone; “Here lies Owaine Lupin. In the midst of life we are in death.” The little door is low, and red with brown splinters peeking through, and Remus wonders if old Owain learned to duck through it with each inch he grew just as he did.

It would be quite lovely to use the time here for prayer, he thinks. He’s never been to a church more quaint and in another life, where he stayed out here by the sea and never looked further, he might have been a happy parrisher here. He might have even followed in his grandad’s footsteps and put his fingers to the organ. He might have looked to the castles nestled into the distance from the stained glass windows and found peace in them; strong and somehow everlasting. He knows though, really, that it’s only the charm of the church that compels him to think so.

Remus would have never made for a happy Christian, and he could never pray to any deity, or wish for a life where he does, when his sins are so sweet.

Faith is strong here, he thinks, as he ducks under the little stone doorframe and settles into a pew at the back. It’s so relieving. Some gut feeling in him wonders if it’s in his blood to feel as so. His grandfather is in the graveyard, and his father before him. He has more blood in the town, kin who speak to each other in Welsh and before them he knows there were so many more who were raised in these parts, and laboured and reared their own here and split their blood in the soil here.

Faith is strong here and love is easy, settled in his gut as he watches Sirius at his grandfathers organ. He’s laughing, so radically out of place in leather and grease, pounding out some track never intended for such a grand sound, but working somehow. He’s lit up by lovely summer sun, and James sits beside him, bopping his head and humming along tunelessly.

Remus vows to never apologise for his sins, and he hopes in defiance that the echoes of Sirius’ grins and shouts and effortless talents make a home for themselves in the old brick walls.

[steelycunt]

modern remus lupin is wearing mountain shoes and an old band tee Sorry dark academia remus ppl

litchrally in the summer he dresses like ur dad on a hike in the winter he dresses like ur grandad down the pub on christmas eve. hope this helpz x