#gryffindor john

[buttahpie]

A big trait of ravenclaws is their creativity which I think fits John perfectly! Not only is he a musician but he also wrote his own books, painted, drew, etc. I just feel like he’s so ravenclaw coded with all his crazy projects LOL also not to forget his witty nature that accentuates his intelligence !

UGH I KNOW!

that’s why i was so conflicted. however, my ultimate deciding factor of John being a gryffindor was based on the golden trio of the OG harry potter books.

let me clarify:

hermione really was a ravenclaw, harry really was a slytherin, and ron really was a hufflepuff. their basic foundational traits fit into these houses perfectly, but they each DESIRED to be gryffindors. being a gryffindor is more than just courage and determination (r*wling needed a special main character house, and it’s just the truth). the people sorted in gryffindor are the ones fatefully destined for greatness, regardless their basic foundational traits.

so maybe john realistically is more a ravenclaw, but he had that main character swag that has immortalized him as legend in our real history. and for that reason, i feel he would be in gryffindor.

also— i just simply love gryffindor house. like it’s my favorite (even though i’m not personally a gryffindor) and i WANT to write scenes in the common room, and i WANT to imagine john in red and gold, and i WANT to give john that reckless gryffindor main character energy.

maybe i’ll do some one shots for fun with ravenclaw john. but i’ve decided for my fic that i’m currently working on, john will be a gryffindors

[melstinybrain]

james, learning to play chess: why is this so hard?

sirius: you wanna know what else is hard?

remus: the book I'm about to beat your ass with?

[rainydayathogwarts]

One of us - platonic!marauders x reader

summary: when the marauders find out you're an animagus, you're forced into the beginning of a friendship with them. wc: 1.2k+

With a piece of toast halfway through your mouth, actively listening to Evan’s story, the last thing you’d been expecting on a Monday morning was for Dumbledore to stand up for an announcement. “Will the following students please report to Professor McGonagall’s office.” The old wizard cleared his throat and Evan rolled his eyes, mockingly starting to list off the names of the marauders. “Sirius Black,” You and Evan burst into a fit of giggles at the accuracy of his prediction, listening closely for the other students’ names. “James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and,” Dumbledore paused, squinting his eyes at the slip of paper he was staring at as Evan mumbled ‘Remus Lupin’.

“Uh, Y/N L/N.” You felt all the blood drain away from your face and Evan’s jaw dropped from where he sat in front of you. You felt everyone’s eyes turn towards you and furrowed your eyes in confusion. Evan widened his eyes at you, nodding his head towards the entrance of the Great Hall. You gestured at him with your hands, expressing how you had no idea what you'd done, and grabbed the rest of your toast, sticking it between your teeth as you gathered your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

Turning around, you were surprised to find the three other students lingering in the doorway, waiting for you. You bit through your toast, catching the piece of bread in your hand as you sped up your footsteps, catching up to them. The gears in your head churned as you thought about every single rule you broke in your last seven years at Hogwarts. But why on earth would you be called to see the head of gryffindor house when you weren’t even a gryffindor? You gasped, stopping in your tracks. The three boys in front of you spun around to look at you, a panicked look on your face. “Oh, looks like someone knows what they’re in trouble for.” Sirius teased in a sing song voice, a smirk making its way on his face.

“Oh, can you tell us please! Because, we’re probably in trouble for the same thing, and we always get in trouble so it could be anything! And you, you never get in trouble.” You grimaced at Pettigrew’s little rant, debating whether you should tell them. You shook your head quickly, swallowing the lump in your throat, saying with an embarrassing squeak “I can’t tell you.” Because being an unregistered animagus was not only breaking school rules, but breaking the law. And the only reason you would be called to Professor McGonagall’s office was because she too, was an animagus, and she’d be the only Professor who would know how to deal with situations like these. You looked at the three boys in front of you, rushing past them. But if that was the case, why on earth would they be called into her office too?

You huffed, making the final turn to Professor McGonagall’s office. You put your fist up, ready to knock, but held yourself back. “Hey,” You turned your head to look at the boy speaking to you, a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t worry. If you were in real bad trouble, you wouldn’t be called in with other people.” James nodded towards his two friends, mumbling “Speaking from experience here.” You scoffed in amusement, unable to help the small smile on your face, finally knocking on the wooden door. The “Come in!” was instant. You gulped, smile instantly dropping.

The three of you entered the room in a single file line, sitting down on the four chairs lined up in front of the deputy headmistress’ desk. Professor McGonagall didn’t look up at you until you were all settled, slamming a stack of papers down on the wooden surface of her desk. “Well,” She started with her familiar croak, adjusting her glasses on her nose. “This isn’t how I thought I’d start my week, but what’s life without surprises?” You laughed nervously at her words, but you could tell from her monotonous voice and serious facial expression that you were out of order.

“Recently, a few members of staff have heard students talking about how animals from the forbidden forest are getting comfortable and wandering on school grounds.” You sucked in a sharp breath, straightening your posture as you peeked at the three boys from the corner of your eye. They were glancing right back at you. “More specifically, mentions of a stag, the grim, and a white tiger.” Professor McGonagall looked straight up at you. “Ms. L/N the dog and stag may get away with it, and no one has even noticed the rat, but a white tiger? Students are claiming they’ve made the scientific discovery of the century because white tigers are apparently inhabitants of Scotland now. Scotland!!”

You felt heat rush to your face as she said those words, reaching up to take her glasses off and folding them in front of her. You smiled nervously, rearranging the the tie around your neck as you said “Frankly, Professor McGonagall, I’m not quite sure I know what you’re talking about.” A noise of disagreement came from Sirius, who was wincing at your challenging tone. Professor McGonagall reached for her wand, and you barely had time to react before she was mumbling “Revelio” under her breath. You felt your bones shift, the familiar warm feeling of your animagus form overtaking your body. You squealed, or rather roared, your thick, furry paws sending you leaping into the air as you quickly forced yourself to take shape of your human form again.

You stood awkwardly next to the chair you’d be sat on, patting your hands down on your hair to tame it and straightening out your shirt. Sounds of amazement came from the three marauders at your animagus state, watching as you calmly sat down, clearing your throat. “Alright then.” You muttered, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “You need to sign these registration forms.” The four of you made sounds of exclamation, standing up in unison. “That’s what I thought.” Professor McGonagall continued, a satisfied smile on tugging at her lips, “Now you four be careful. If I call you up here again, know that these forms will be waiting for you.”

You all made noises of agreement, speeding towards the door. You slammed the door open, taking a deep breath when you finally escaped Professor McGonagall’s wrath. You sighed, looking to where Remus Lupin leaned against the wall waiting for his friends. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at your dishevelled state. “Moons, you’ll never guess!” Sirius brushed past you, ranting on to his friend about your transformation. “Oh my goodness, be quiet!” You snapped, spinning on the balls of your feet to face him. Remus laughed, watching as James slung an arm over your shoulders, saying how you had to transform for them again, whilst Peter went on about how soft your white fur looked.

“You know what this means don’t you?” The tall boy called out, looking at how your shoulders became stiff and you tried prying your hair out from under James’s arm. You raised your eyebrows in question, prompting Remus to go on.

“It means you’re one of us now.”

[not-rab]

sirius: i’m rich, young and hot, what more could i want?

remus: mental stability.

sirius *breaking down*: good point-

[popcornhee]

The whimsicalification is happening...or should i say the yaelokre fication? I havent been listening to anything else. They animagus is now just them with their masks on mhm.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

wolfstar is the perfect example of that couple who are so fucking smart individually. like utter fucking geniuses really. but together they are just he stupidest people you will ever meet.

[backbak100]

Sirius (seeing James and Regulus flirt on a quidditch match): Uh Moony, you know what they’re doing? Why isn’t Reggie getting the snitch? ITS RIGHT THERE!

Remus: I think he’s busy chasing Prongs eh Wormtail?

Peter: Dunno but Prongs is to busy talking Regulus to catch the damn quaffle…

Sirius: Holy shit

Remus: Padfoot-

Sirius (materializes a megaphone): PRONGS STOP TRYING FUCK MY BROTHER AND FOCUS ON THE FUCKING GAME

[karlrincon]

Raising our wands for Michael Gambon. 🪄

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light” - Albus Dumbledore

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Gold

@wolfstarmicrofic August 31, word count 406

Sirius picked at the gold thread on his robes that made up the roaring lion of the Gryffindor emblem. His parents were going to kill him. 

“Don’t worry mate, at least you’ve got us,” James tried to cheer him up.

“Oh, yeah, two disgraced purebloods,” He scoffed, his voice sounding so much posher than the others in his new dorm. 

“Oi!” Peter squawked at the disrespect. 

“Sorry. And a half-blood with a muggle mother,” He carried on his rant.

“Oi!” Remus glowered at him, “Leave my mum out of this,” Sirius baulked at the sight of Remus’s teeth showing through bared lips. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just my mother isn’t going to like me hanging out with any of you,” Sirius tried to apologise, though it just sounded more like an excuse. Remus huffed at him and drew the curtains around his four-poster bed. Sirius swallowed. They’d barely been up there for five minutes, and he’d already pissed them all off. Especially Remus, he’d had so many questions to ask him about his family and especially his mother. He’d never even spoken to a half-blood, let alone one with an actual muggle for a parent. He was beyond excited, but he’d mucked it up as usual. 

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, he snuck over to Remus’s bed. “Lupin? Hey, Lupin, are you awake?” He whispered into the darkness. 

“No, I’m sleeping,” Came the muffled reply. 

“Oh, good,” Sirius grinned and pushed his way through the curtains. “I just wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to offend you, I actually really am interested in hearing about your life and everything. I’ve only ever been introduced to other purebloods and I don’t know if you know this, but they’re a boring bunch.” He babbled at the tired boy. 

“Alright, I’ll forgive you if you just go to sleep,” Remus yawned widely. 

“Okay,” Sirius agreed instantly and settled down next to Remus.

“Not in here! In your own bed!” Remus protested. 

“Nope you told me to go to sleep, and I am doing what you told me to do,” he grinned wickedly. 

“Fine, whatever, just don’t hog the covers,” Remus sighed and rolled over.

“Night Remus,” He said quietly. 

“Prick,” Remus grunted and fell back asleep. Sirius chucked as quietly as he could, thinking he might actually enjoy being a Gryffindor if it meant spending time with the grumpy boy beside him.

[deatheaterv]

BETWEEN PATROLS

pairing : remus lupin x prefect!reader

genre : fluff

warning : -

summary : as a prefect, you pride yourself on keeping order. until remus lupin decides to tag along on your patrols. with his sharp wit and infuriatingly charming smile, he’s more of a distraction than a help. but somewhere between his teasing remarks and those soft, lingering glances, you start to wonder if maybe you like the chaos he brings.

patrolling the castle late at night is supposed to be boring. quiet corridors, the occasional stray student to scold, and endless stretches of silence. but of course, remus lupin has decided to ruin that for you in the most infuriating way possible. “fancy seeing you here,” he says, appearing out of nowhere like some charming shadow.

“remus,” you start, trying to sound firm but failing miserably when you see the grin already forming on his face. “what are you doing out here? it’s past curfew.”

“so serious,” he teases, stepping closer. “i’m just helping you patrol. don’t you feel safer with me around?”

you roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches upward despite yourself. “if by ‘safer’ you mean ‘more likely to lose my patience,’ then sure.”

he gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “you wound me, prefect.”

you shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes. “shouldn’t you be in the common room, tormenting sirius instead of me?”

“but tormenting you is so much more fun,” he says, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.

you open your mouth to respond, but remus cuts you off, tilting his head slightly as he studies you. “you’ve got this little furrow right here,” he says, pointing to your forehead. “whenever you’re trying to act annoyed. it’s adorable, really.”

your cheeks flush, and you quickly look away, pretending to check the corridor for wandering students. “you’re insufferable,” you mutter, your voice weaker than you intend.

“you keep saying that,” he says, leaning slightly closer, “but you haven’t hexed me yet. curious, isn’t it?”

“maybe i’m saving it for a special occasion,” you snap back, though the warmth spreading through your chest betrays you.

remus chuckles, the sound low and warm, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “or maybe…” he says, his tone softer now, “you don’t actually mind having me around.”

you glare at him, though the effect is ruined by the smile threatening to break across your face. “don’t push your luck, lupin.”

he steps back with a mock bow, his grin never faltering. “whoa, okay. whatever you say, prefect.”

you both walk in silence for a moment, but then, before you can process it, remus suddenly leans in and presses a quick, soft kiss to your cheek.

you freeze, blinking in surprise, and before you can say a word, remus is already several paces ahead, grinning over his shoulder at you.

“goodnight, prefect,” he calls, his grin mischievous.

still stunned, you can’t help but smile despite yourself. the brief touch lingers, and for the rest of the patrol, you find yourself looking forward to the next time he “distracts” you.

[letraspal]

When memories snow ❄️

[melstinybrain]

[regulus explaining a plan]

remus: I was thinking the exact same thing.

regulus: depressed minds think alike.

[not-rab]

Sirius: All i want is a hug. just a hug from anyone!

James: [opens arms]

Sirius: Not from you.

Mary: [opens arms]

Sirius: Maybe later.

Marlene: [opens arms]

Sirius: Not now

Remus: [opens arms]

Sirius: FINALLY.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

remus lupin headcanons

for the lovely @moonandstarshangoutinbars

• is a to-do list enthusiast. has a to-do list for absolutely everything because it helps him organise tasks to be more manageable and less overwhelming

• will say he's going to have a power nap and will sleep for a full 5 hours straight

• will drink tea at literally any hour. it could be 2am but if he wants tea. he has tea.

• prefers to do most menial things the muggle way. folding laundry, cooking etc.

• a surprisingly good swimmer

• has absolutely no hair-care routine. absolutely none. uses one of those 2-in-one shampoos and calls it a day

• very conscious about the amount of space he takes up and will hunch his shoulders to make himself smaller

• tutors the younger years for free regardless of their house (lily helps him sometimes)

• has to cut out the tags on all of his clothing because they irritate his scars

• (if any of the marauders buy him him clothing as gifts, they make sure to do this first)

• ((the first time it happened it was in second year and james bought him a jumper and remus cried that night))

• chews on the end of his quill when he's thinking

• prefers muggle ballpoint pens to quills

• cuts his sandwiches diagonally. thinks vertical cuts are sacreligious

• likes being the little spoon

• is that student that makes eye contact with the teacher and nods so they know that at least someone is paying attention

• is a deeply empathetic person

• finds it very difficult to talk about his emotions but is very good at comforting others about theirs

• will not buy new shoes unless his are literally falling apart and disintegrating

• is so bad at taking compliments. like so bad.

• knows how to braid hair really well because Hope taught him how so the girls (also sirius later on) all come to him often to make him do it

• is a really friendly person but does not initiate conversation very often because he can be pretty socially awkward

• does not raise his voice unless its around the full moon and he's extremely on edge

• bites his nails as a nervous habit

• always goes over the limit when writing essays and has to cut out a good porton of his writing

• can be very snarky when he wants to

• is a very distrusting person inherently but he's never mean about it

• has a slightly crooked nose because he broke it and it never set quite right

• used to love climbing trees as a child

• his feet get cold so easily so he's always wearing socks

• is anemic

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Qualify

@wolfstarmicrofic August 27, word count 445

Remus had no idea why he agreed to follow James, Sirius and Peter down to the Quidditch pitch to watch Sirius attempt to qualify for a place on the Gryffindor team. James went to stand with the established team, Sirius with the other hopefuls, while Remus and Peter climbed the steps into the stands. 

Peter left Remus pretty quickly to go hang over the edge of the railing so he wouldn’t miss a thing. Remus relaxed back, casting a warming charm on himself as he guessed they were going to be there a while. 

The chasers went first. It was pretty boring to watch. James was so good, that they really didn’t need anyone but him on the team, but apparently, the rules said they had to have three chasers. It took a while but finally, the new chaser was picked and they moved on. 

Next up were the beater tryouts. Remus leaned forward with more interest as Sirius took to the skies.  

Sirius’s muscled arms rippled as he swung his bat at the oncoming bludger. Remus had never noticed just how big and strong those muscles had got. His mind was suddenly flooded by visions of Sirius throwing him bodily onto his bed. Of Sirius pushing him up against a wall and kissing him while those arms kept him aloft. Of Sirius grabbing his arm and tugging so hard, Remus twirled into his arms and gazed up into those stormy grey eyes. 

He was abruptly shaken from his daydreaming by yelling. 

“REMUS DUCK!!!!” Sirius screamed at him from the pitch. Remus had a split second to react as the bludger came hurtling towards him. He flung himself to the floor, landing flat on his stomach. He heard a whoosh and a crack above him. When he dared to look up, Sirius was hovering above him, his batting arm extended. 

“Oi, Aldersley, you nearly killed Moony!” He shouted angrily at the other boy who was trying out for beater as well. The captain blew her whistle and they all landed. “Are you okay Moony?” Sirius asked before he followed the rest to where the team was waiting. 

“Yeah, thanks,” Remus stammered as he got up off the floor. “Thanks for saving me,” He gave Sirius a weak smile. 

“Anytime, Moony,” Sirius winked at him and sped off towards the grass where he was welcomed to the team alongside Marlene. 

He really needed to stop fantasising about Padfoot. It was never going to happen anyway, and clearly, it was detrimental to his health. But as he looked down at Sirius in James's arms, he couldn't help but hope that one day those fantasies might come true.  

[loonyloopylupin96]

(Overheard in Gryffindor common room)

James: It's great. There were reams and reams of-

Sirius: You can never have too much Remus!

James: Go away. That's not what I said...