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[queenketouk]

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[steelycunt]

top 5 inanimate objects to compare remus to

LOVE IT wow okay lets see

5. a sodden felt mouse finger puppet.

4. a used rumpled tissue from your pocket (which doubles as a bookmark).

3. a wonky vegetable in the produce aisle that nobody wants to buy. but also that i have bought.

2. a chewed up biro.

1. half a digestive biscuit in a rain puddle.

ask me my top five anything!

[joshuaporteruk]

Lupin Flour Bread

[in-love-with-remus-lupin]

Okay I just needed to draw this. I don’t know why but it’s hilarious😂

@officialdavidthewlis posted it not so long ago and I needed to draw this.

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[kquil]

REMUS LUPIN | 16:63 ⏤BABY FEVER

SUM. : you and remus meet an adorable baby while grocery shopping

TAGS. : husband remus ; wife reader ; modern au ; muggle au ; married au ; baby fever ; mentions of birth control ; honeymoon phase ; domestic fluff

LENGTH : 0.6k

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

You and Remus were doing your weekly shop, list in hand as he pushed the shopping cart beside you. It’s a peaceful routine the two of you got into after making it official and moving in together. Every Friday, after the two of you got off work, he’d pick you up and you’d both go grocery shopping for the upcoming week.  

“Should we buy welsh cakes or make them ourselves?” you mutter aloud as Remus chuckles beside you. 

“You mean ‘or you make them’, you know I’m useless around ovens,” he presses an affectionate kiss against your temple and smiles at the giggle it draws from your pretty lips — music to his ears. People said it was impossible to stay in the honeymoon phase of your relationship for so long but you and Remus debunked all of that. From a distance, the two of you still looked like newlyweds. 

“I suppose I have some time to make a few batches after we get home today,” you smile at your husband, “we can have some before tea,” 

“Sounds like a plan, dove,” Remus agrees and, as you add a small bag of self-raising flour to your cart, you hear a cry to your right and turn to see a baby perched in the cart seat, reaching its small pudgy hands down for a small dog plush they must have dropped. To the left of the baby, you saw, who you assumed was the child’s mother softly ask what the matter was, her brows furrowed from worry. It appears as though she didn’t see that her child had dropped their toy. 

Before you could take action, Remus was already handing the small plush back to the child, “here you go,” he whispers softly, “no more tears now,���

The mother flashed a smile at your husband, “Thank you so much,” she then turned to her child, “let’s say thank you to the kind man, darling,” she took the child’s small wrist and made them wave at you and Remus, who moved to stand beside you with an adoring smile on his face. Seeming to understand what their mother was asking of them, the baby gives a gummy grin with the few teeth they had as their eyes disappear behind their pudgy, flushed cheeks. At this, the mother gave one final grateful smile before moving on with her shopping, her baby hugging their beloved plush to their chest. 

“How cute,” Remus mutters, smiling and waving a final goodbye at the baby as he gradually begins to realise how quiet you’ve been. 

“Remus…” he looks at you with soft eyes as yours become rounded when looking up at him, they sparkled with want as you push your bottom lip out into a pout. It’s a look he’s familiar with; it’s the one you always pulled when you wanted something so he’s quick to anticipate any request you wanted to make.

“Yes, dove?”

“I want a baby,” 

“A–...” speechless, Remus stares at you with his jaw slackened and his eyes wide. A heat crawls up his neck and floods his cheeks as he stiffens in the hopes that the tightening of his pants weren’t just his imagination, “a…a baby?...”

“Yeah…” your whining voice makes a heat pool in his lower abdomen and, just when he thought you couldn’t make things worse, your arms wrap around his torso to squeeze him close. He looks down with red cheeks as you place your chin on his chest and continue pouting, “I want a baby now!”

“D-Dove— we can’t–”

“Why not?” 

“..y-you’re on birth control–!”

“I’ll get off it,” you quickly reply, grinning up at him like the little minx you are. He knows that you can see the profound effect your statement has on him, “please, honey~” like all of your requests before, Remus can’t say no to you. 

He’ll give you a baby and he’s not going to wait for you to get off birth control. 

NAVI.

A/N : i'm dying from a horrible flu and fever but i had to write this before i lost the inspiration to, again, this was inspired by tiktok XD i hope you darlings enjoy! i'll try to get better as soon as possible so i can get back to writing again ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

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[belqva]

— WINTER WONDER ꪆৎ ˚⋅ [remus lupin]

Remus shows up at your door with a soft, shy smile and his favorite oversized sweater, looking so cozy that you can’t help but grin

The kitchen becomes an instant mess—flour on the counters, chocolate chips spilling everywhere—and neither of you cares one bit

He’s surprisingly meticulous about measuring out the ingredients, even though you can tell he’s a little nervous about getting it right

When you laugh at him for double-checking every step, he just rolls his eyes and says, “I’d rather not ruin our cookies, thank you very much.”

You play a record softly in the background, and he hums along, his voice quiet but warm, adding to the cozy atmosphere

At some point, you catch him sneaking a taste of the cookie dough, and he looks at you with mock guilt, cheeks slightly pink

He makes sure to sprinkle just the right amount of cinnamon “for luck,” a superstitious habit he picked up, he says

You reach over to brush a little flour off his nose, and he blushes, glancing away with a soft smile

The two of you end up bumping elbows a lot, and each time, he mumbles a quiet “sorry, love” that makes your heart melt

When it’s time to put the cookies in the oven, he insists on setting the timer because “precision matters, doesn’t it?”

You take the opportunity to sit on the counter while you wait, swinging your legs and talking about everything and nothing

Remus stands between your legs, his hands resting lightly on your hips as you talk, his gaze soft and attentive

He asks questions about your family, the house, little things—like he wants to know every detail of your life

When the timer goes off, he reluctantly steps away, but not before brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead

The smell of fresh cookies fills the kitchen, and Remus looks delighted, almost childlike, as you pull them from the oven

You both sit on the couch, sharing a plate of warm cookies, sipping tea, and savoring the quiet moment together

Remus wraps a blanket around your shoulders, pulling you closer until you’re nestled into his side

His fingers trace soft circles on your arm, his touch gentle but steady, like he’s telling you he’s right there

He whispers how much he loves little moments like this—how he feels truly at home with you

Just as you’re about to doze off, he kisses the top of your head, murmuring, “I could stay here forever, you know.”

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[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: remus lupin x gn!muggle!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: gender neutral reader, a menace old lady, scarlet letter allusion, several random muggles

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤: my boyfriend's back

It was laughable really, for Ben Waters to think your boyfriend would believe any of the lies he’d spread around town. You had full faith in Remus, your super cool wizard boyfriend who could totally crush Ben into next week. 

Still, the whispers all around that snobby little town were starting to get to you.

“Did you hear…?”

“Don't they have that boyfriend, though?”

“With Ben? Really?”

“Just wait till Remus hears…”

Just wait indeed. The sooner he got back from his fancy wizard school, the sooner you could kiss him in front of all the kids who think they’re so cool. In front of Ben even, the man of the hour, who’d done all of this just because you rejected him.

It was all so laughable.

That's what you thought as you sank deeper into your seat at the local diner. A group of your school mates whispered at the opposite booth.

So, so laughable, that it wasn’t very funny at all.

Remus would be back in three days. You could last another three days of this little letter ‘A’ Ben branded you with. 

In the meantime, you could continue to practice on Remus’ skateboard he left behind, maybe go by his place to see his parents, or hide out in your room for seventy two hours.

You inevitably chose the last option, and soon the day of Remus’ return arrived. 

His train from Hogwarts should’ve stopped at King’s Cross Station an hour ago, and the short train from there to home was probably a few minutes away.

You were just swinging a leg over your bike to go wait for Remus at his house, maybe have tea with his dad in the meantime, when the voice of your sweet old neighbor called you back. Mrs. Ketburn hobbled down her porch steps, waving with a frail hand.

A sigh hissed from your nostrils as you forced a smile at her. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could do me a favor?” she asked ever so sweetly. 

Every inch of you wished to snap back a decline and pedal away as fast as possible, but you couldn’t do that. Your parents would have your neck for it. “Sure, Mrs. Ketburn.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, showing off her dentures. “It won’t take but a few moments, dear.”

You were counting on that. You needed to see Remus before any other kids from school found him. (You trusted Remus, you really did, and he trusted you, but a strong string of anxiety was still taut around your chest).

Mrs. Ketburn led you into her musty house that always smelled of cat litter despite no other indication that she even had a cat. She needed help reaching the flour on the very top shelf of her kitchen cabinets, so she could finish baking apple turnovers, she said.

With a glance at your watch, you pulled around a chair and stepped up, easily reaching for the bag of flour and quickly hopping back down. You practically shoved the flour into her hands and muttered a goodbye in one breath.

“I really gotta—” Time came to slow, slow stop as the bag slipped between her wrinkled fingers, a cloud of flour billowing up around the both of you.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, dear. I’m sorry.”

You took an even breath and glanced down at your watch. “It’s fine.” You still had time. “Let me help with the mess.”

She grinned up at you. “You’re a dear. I’ll fetch a broom.”

“Don’t forget a dustpan,” you called after her.

It felt as if forever and then some passed by before she came back with a broom, of course having forgotten a dustpan. You gritted your teeth and tried not to be too harsh as you took the broom from her hands. 

You swept the flour into a neat little pile at the center of the kitchen, going to savagely search her supply closet for a dustpan only to come back hands empty. You were on the cusp of asking her to get it when you stepped back into the kitchen, finding Mrs. Ketburn holding the dustpan and asking, “Did you need this, dear?”

You didn’t even bother looking at your watch again, not wanting any more stress to weigh down on you. For all you knew, Ben himself could have tracked Remus down on his way home from the station by now.

That in mind, you probably broke a world record in sweeping with how swiftly you finished the task, leaving Mrs. Ketburn’s tools leaning on the counter as you shouted a goodbye over your shoulder.

You hopped onto your bike and set into action, pedaling down the road to make it to his house. That was your best bet at finding him in a timely manner. Around a corner, across the street, you sped through town, that horrid scene replaying in your head.

Remus would never believe Ben’s lies. Never ever… but you had to see him to be sure. 

As soon as you reached his driveway, you abandoned your bike on the pavement and ran up to the door. His mom’s car was parked out front. Remus was home from his stupidly far away magic school. At last. You nearly forgot why you were stressed at all, but then the front door swung open as Remus met you halfway.

His smile was as blinding as ever as he rushed forth and enveloped you in a warm embrace. Throwing your arms round his neck you held him close and just breathed him in after so many long months apart.

You wanted to ask him about his friends, about what new magic he could show you, and if his Quidditch team did well—but first, you pulled back and stared deep into his eyes, blurting, “Ben Waters is a liar and a creep.”

The way he grinned at you told you all you needed to know. “Tell me something new.”

“So someone told you already?” you asked tentatively, drawing a roll of his eyes.

“I was told,” he began as if on his last leg, “by an overly enthusiastic Heather Law that you’d betrayed me and gone 'n slept with Ben.”

You pictured the girl from your class clear as day, waltzing up to him ever so confident she was about to gain a new boyfriend. You waited, but all he did was chuckle at the notion. “And you said?”

Remus pressed his forehead to your own, nudging your nose with his. “I told her to have a good day, and I came home to you.”

That was enough to have you connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, smiling into it. You knew Remus would never believe them. He was too good to ever even play with the idea. You just couldn’t wait till everyone else knew that too.

But first, you had a year's worth of kisses to catch up on.

[pretentious-blonde]

sweetness

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: a cozy afternoon of baking turns tender, remus can't help but fuss when you injure yourself, no matter how small

warnings: blood, cut, knife, injury, sap remus

a/n: idk i thought this was sweet

The kitchen was warm and cosy, the sounds of the radio filled the room with a gentle melody. The counters were a mess of flour and cocoa powder, illuminated by the afternoon light that filtered through the curtains. Remus was beside you, shoulder to shoulder. Both giggling and chatting as you worked through the process of making some cookies as a treat. 

He was measuring the dry ingredients, his green jumper sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, brow furrowed in concentration as his eyes were fixed on the small numbers on the scale. You were next to him, wielding a knife as you chopped up a large block of chocolate into jagged chunks to be added to the mixture. 

“You know,” he began, eyes glancing over at you with a lopsided grin. “I think we could have just used the chocolate chips in the cupboard. This seems a bit excessive.”

You shake your head at his statement, eyes determined as you slice through another piece of thick chocolate. 

“Nope,” you said firmly. “I read somewhere that using chopped chocolate makes the cookies better because it melts differently.”

“If you say so, dove,” He chuckled, turning his head sharply to get the stray hairs off his forehead, returning his focus to the bowl in front of him. “Just try not to lose any fingers in the process.”

“I’m fine,” you huff with mock annoyance. “I’m an adult. I think I can handle cutting up some chocolate.”

As if on cue, the knife in your hand slipped, a sharp pain that shot through your finger followed. You yelped out, the knife clattering to the counter as you cradled your hand, eyes widening in shock. 

“Shit!” You exclaimed, now looking at the small but steadily bleeding cut on your index finger. 

Remus’s head whipped around immediately when he heard the sound, his heart leaping with alarm as he took in the sight of you clutching your hand, blood trickling down your finger. 

“Oh, bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath as he dropped the spoon he was holding, rushing over to you. “What did I just say?”

You glanced up at him, giving him a sheepish look, biting your lip as you tried to downplay the situation. “It’s just a little cut. Nothing to—“

“Nothing to worry about?’ He interrupted you, his voice gentle but filled with concern. He frowned at his took your hand in his and examined it. He hated seeing you hurt. Hated it more than anything. “Sweetheart, you’re bleeding on the counter.” 

“I’m not bleeding that much,” you grumble at his fussing. You hiss as he presses a clean tea towel against your finger, he apologises under his breath. 

“Honestly, darling, what am I going to do with you?” He asks. He leaves you to hold the cloth against your finger, turning to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. A must-have when you are around, 

“This might sting a little,” he warned you as he pulled out the small bottle of antiseptic, eyes meeting you apologetically as he tried to reassure you. 

You nodded, permitting him, holding your hand out to him. His movements were careful as he dabbed your cut, the stong was sharp but fleeting. He was focused, his touch tender and precise as he worked quickly, wanting you to be in as little pain as possible. Your heart softened as you watched him, his brows furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line.

“There,” he murmured as he finished wrapping the bandage around your finger. “All done. You’re officially banned from using sharp objects for the rest of the day.”

“I’m fine,” you rolled your eyes and pouted, he couldn’t help but smile at your sweet expression. “It’s just a tiny cut, I can still help.”

He shot you a look, brown eyes stern but affectionate, he moved his hands to your hips as he lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. 

“Nope,” he tells you, letting his hands linger on your thighs as he looks down at you. “You’re staying right here, dove. No more blood in the cookies.”

“I’m not dying,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you continue to pout. “I can still chop chocolate.”

He arched a brow, eyes teasing as he approached the counter where you previously worked. His fingers snatched a piece of rogue chocolate, and before you could protest, he popped it in your mouth, letting his thumb brush your bottom lip as he did so. 

“Your job,” he begins, his voice low and warm. “Is to sit here, look pretty, and taste the chocolate. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You blinked up at him, cheeks flushing as you chewed, face scrunching up in irritation as his words sunk in. 

He couldn’t help but smile, amused as he turned back towards the mixing bowl. “What? It’s an important job. Someone has to make sure it’s not poisoned.”

“So dramatic,” you tease as you swallow the chocolate. 

“Perhaps,” he shrugged his shoulders, voice light as he measured out some sugar. “But you love me so…”

“Yeah,” you giggle, a smile spreading across your face, irritation melting away completely. “I really do.”

The boy looked over at you, expression softening as he heard your words. He had heard them a hundred times before, but they never failed to catch him off guard. Especially when said in that earnest, sweet way you always did. 

He stepped forward, large hand cupping your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, dove.”

You felt your heart swell, your chest tightening with the overwhelming rush of love you felt for this man.

“Now,” he said, clearing his throat, attempting to hide how flustered he was. He grabbed a wooden spoon and began stirring, motioning in your direction. “You sit there and be good, I’ll finish up here. No more getting hurt on my watch, alright?”

You sighed, but there was no real frustration in the sound, just warm, contented happiness as you watched him work. “Alright, alright. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” he tells you warmly, holding up the bowl towards you. “Now, would you like to taste the dough? Make sure it’s not too sweet?”

You rolled your eyes but reached out towards him. He knew you too well. 

“Fine, just a taste.”

He scooped up a bit of the dough and held it up to your lips. “Open up, love.”

You leaned forward,eyes never leaving his as you tasted the dough, your smile widening at the sweet flavour. 

“It’s perfect,” you said around the mouthful, voice slightly muffled.

Remus chuckled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. “Just like you.”

[solivagant242]

losing you pt. 2

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, minor swearing (?)

pt. 1 pt. 3

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you like <3.

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The phone rings, and Amberly scurries over to the kitchen counter to pick it up and thumb it open, a smile spreading over her face at the sight of the Pads caller ID. “Hey.” Her voice loses a bit of its tension and she settles down on the couch, resting her sock feet on the side. “How’s it going?”

A thud, a crash, and a muffled swear, followed by a sound comparable to a Niffler set loose in a junk shop. Sirius’ voice, slightly breathless, puffs into the speaker. “Amberly. Do you by any chance have some old shirts you don’t need anymore?”

Amberly smiles. “Emphasis on the don’t need anymore, please. I don’t want you coming through and taking my tea towels for that motorbike.”

“They were stained,” he protests valiantly. “And I can’t help it, Minerva needs a good shine to her”-

Amberly nearly spits out her tea. “You named your motorbike after Professor McGonagall?”

“Well, yes! Someone’s got to be her namesake, after all. Either that or you and Moony have got to get busy- Harry’s the only nephew now, we don’t want him to be lonely.”

She laughs, even as a tiny bit of sadness seeps into her bones to form a soft mush of tiredness. “I don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon, Pads.”

“What do you mean- OW!” Sirius yelps, attention mercifully diverted. “The oil was warmer than I thought.”

“Clearly. Want me to bring you some cookies?” Amberly stands, the blanket on her lap cascading to the floor. The prospect of escaping the dull malaise of the house, even if it’s just for a few hours, is vastly appealing. 

“If you can spare the time,” grunts Sirius. “Taking care of Minerva is a two-person job”-

“-because you need to be taken care of as well,” finished Amberly, amusement coloring her voice as she heads to the kitchen. “I’ll be over in an hour. Try not to die before then.”

Flour coats Amberly’s hands and face in light smudges as she hums to the lo-fi music she’s put on. She’s rolled up the sleeves to her jacket as she mixes a bowl of gooey batter, using her wand to tip a bag of chocolate chips into a measuring cup. 

The door creaks open and Amberly freezes, looking up in surprise. Remus has been asleep all day, asleep or curled up in the corner of the bed (how long has it been since we shared it?) and she’d been torn between hovering over him and just letting him sleep off his migraine. She’d finally decided on the latter after an attempt to bring him a hot-water bottle got her nothing but a mutter and a growl as he sank further into the covers. 

Remus swims into her vision, face ashy and pale. His eyes are red and dry, and his hair is even more mussed than usual. Even in the muted light of the kitchen, autumn sun trickling through the windowpanes, he’s squinting and rubbing at his eyes. Her heart twinges at the sight. She can’t remember the last time they went outside together, a walk or a picnic or anything at all. But that’s okay, right? This won't last, this won't last. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice sounding harsh. The lo-fi has paused for a moment between songs, and the kitchen feels like it’s being slowly drained of warmth.

“Making cookies?” answers Amberly timidly. “Sirius is working on his motorbike- I thought I’d bring some over for him.”

He snorts as he tugs a cabinet open. “Going over to his place again?”

Amberly feels tears well up in her throat, hot and heavy, strangling her voice. “What do you mean?”

Remus turns to face her, resting his hand on the counter, face lined and appearing dark in the watery light. “Come on. You do all this stuff for him and you’re just going to leave me here? By myself?”

She stares at him, at a loss for words.

There are a lot of things she wants to say.

He was my friend before I even met you.

What do you mean, going over to his place all the time? I haven’t been there once this past month because I’ve been here, trying to take care of you while you plainly don’t give a fuck!

I’m trying and trying to do this, and it doesn’t even matter. 

Do you not see that?

Do you not care?

But what she says instead, schooling her face and digging her nails into her palm to keep her voice steady, is, “Yes. We’re just going to hang out. Would you like to come”-

“Don’t even give me that,” hisses Remus, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why is it so goddamn hard for you to leave me alone sometimes? Every single second of every single day, you’ve got to be clinging around me! Can’t you see what I’m going through right now?”

His hand strikes something- the mug Amberly had her tea in- and it shoots sideways, flying into the sink. There’s a crash as it shatters, sending shards of ceramic and scalding tea spraying into the drainboard.

Amberly jumps, hands shaking. Tears are starting to well in her eyes, but she can still see into the sink. Can still see the broken pieces of the mug that she and Remus had painted for their one-year anniversary, the one time she’d smuggled him back home to visit a pottery place. The mug with the black and brown cat curled around each other, their tails forming a fluffy heart shape, containing A X R- Together Forever.

She stares at the mug, and then back at Remus.

But he’s already gone, storming back to his room. A second later the door slams, a heavy note of finality that grates in her ears like a funeral bell.

Amberly reaches into the sink just before tears begin to pour down her face. Her fingers graze the shattered pieces, searching for her part of the heart. Her initial, that foolish cursive A that had been so hopeful, so happy, and so, so loved, if only for a short time. 

Had been…

Another word picked up inside her head, repeating itself mindlessly, driving itself into numb oblivion. 

Clingy.

Clingy.

Clingy.

Amberly’s fingers find the broken heart, cleaved right down the middle between their initials. She wants to laugh, a bitter twist of her lungs, but all she can find are tears as the broken shard slices her soft skin, leaving liquid crimson to drip over the sink and kitchen tiles. 

[petriwriting]

Scars. - Remus Lupin X Reader

*Marauders era, Young!Remus. Fluff, Cute Marauders bonding time, insecure remus. Established relationship between Remus and y/n.

Summary: Remus is insecure about his scars for obvious reasons, and so Y/N comforts him and offers reassurance.

A/N: Peter Pettigrew is not a part of this because I refuse to write for that rat boy. My hatred is justified, read the books.

The Potters's house was quiet, although Mr. and Mrs. Potter were on business for the weekend, they kindly offered their home as a place of refuge for their son James and his friends. Y/N and Lily shared the guest room, while the three boys shared James's room.

It was a quiet morning, a Saturday. and the group slowly collected themselves from their rooms and gathered downstairs. Y/n and Lily were the first to be awake, sipping morning tea at the dinner table.

"Good morning love," said James in a sleepy voice, still in his pajamas, wandering over to Lily planting a kiss on her forehead. "good morning," she said cheerfully. "We made some tea if you'd like,"

While the sleepiness wore off, the group became their lively selves again. Once everyone was seated at the table, and had finished their tea, Lily chimed in over the group chatter. "So, Y/N and I had the idea to make everyone breakfast this morning." Y/n turned and smiled. "but we will need more eggs and a few things from the market." Lily proposed, "So you whoever would like to accompany me is welcome, but we need someone to stay and get started on baking."

"I'll go!" Said James right away, loving the thought of accompanying Lily no matter where they went. "We can take my bike, I have an extra helmet," Sirius stated. "We can stay and start on the muffins," Y/n said, who was sitting next to Remus, they shared a short glance and smiled. "that settles it then!" Lily exclaimed excitedly. "I left the instructions on the fridge for you two. Boys, we should go get dressed."

Y/N and Remus broke off from the group, beginning to clean the tea cups and tidy the room by straightening the chairs. Sirius, James, and Lily had gone upstairs, leaving the two in the kitchen. Y/n feared Remus was in a bad mood, he seemed a bit sad today, something unusual though he was typically quiet.

"Everything okay, rem?" Y/n asked, the two stood in the kitchen. Remus seemed to be stuck in his own head.

"Hmm?" Remus uttered. "yeah of course."

"be back in a moment's time!" James said, the three rushing down the stairs. "And please, do not have sex on the kitchen counter, respect the house!" James said with a chuckle, it made Remus roll his eyes back into his head. "Oh, Bugger off James that's gross!" Y/n called back to James with a laugh. The three went outside, and Y/N and Remus could hear the sound of Sirius' motorcycle start. Sirius was elated to take that thing anywhere nowadays, and he had just purchased an extra seat and helmet for it.

Y/N walked over to the fridge, which had lovely handwritten notes with flowers doodled onto the page.

Lily's Blueberry Muffin Recipe :)

Y/n began reading the ingredients, instructing Remus to grab the flour out of the cupboard. "this seems like an easy recipe," Y/n said, grabbing a bowl and a whisk to mix the ingredients as per Lily's instructions.

Thud.

Y/n turned, startled by the noise, only to be met face-to-face with Remus who had accidentally dropped the bag of flour onto himself. He sighed heavily, brushing some of it out of his hair. "Oh Rem," Y/n cooed. "it's fine," Remus said he was off this morning, being a bit frustrated by his mistake didn't help at all. "Why don't you go change, I can gather the rest of the ingridients, love." Remus nodded, heading upstairs to go change his pajamas which were now in fact covered in a white dusting of flour.

Y/n gathered all the ingridients and all the things needed as per Lily's list. It was surely a muggle recipe, slightly different than normal. Humming to themself as they measured out the ingridients.

It had been a bit longer than it would have usually taken for Remus to change, so Y/n thought it was best to check on him. "Remus?" she called from the bottom of the stairs- no answer.

Y/n walked up the stairs and into James' room where Remus was no doubt. Y/n gently pushed the door open to see Remus standing in front of the mirror, examining each of his scars along his chest, arms, and back.

"Remus?" y/n asked gently, Remus was pulled out of his haze of insecurity and turned away from the mirror, but before he could change Y/n wrapped their arms around him from behind.

Y/n knew of his insecurities and his battle with self-esteem. He always questioned why he couldn't look like James, with his luscious hair, or like Sirius, who had so much charm that so many girls were always pining after him, Remus was quiet, studious, and non-flirtatious in that way. "whats wrong, rem?" Y/n asked gently, still holding him from behind.

"Nothing dear," Remus said, but Y/n could tell it wasn't nothing.

He sighed. "I just wonder what I would look like without all these hideous scars," he said.

"I don't think they are hideous. Remus." Y/n said.

"I do." He uttered softly, Y/n gently pulled away, pulling her hand up to trace the scars across his chest. "I hate them." He said.

"I love you the way you are." Y/n offered sweetly.

Remus sighed, putting on his worn-in Gryffindor sweater. "I'm sorry," Remus uttered, looking down, almost embarrassed to look at his partner who loved him unconditionally. It was new to him, being loved like this. "It's all I can think about lately." He admitted.

Y/n stepped closer. "It's okay to feel this way, But you know none of us care about what you look like. We all love you exactly the way you are." Y/n said. Remus finally looked up, with a soft smile.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly. "Nonsense." Y/n insisted. "I love you, nothing will ever change that," Y/n said, stepping closer, taking Remus' face in their hands.

Remus pulled forward for a gentle kiss on y/n's lips. their love was soft and sweet. it was a sentimental moment.

"now we should get back to the muffins," Y/n giggled.

"after you."

[whencyclopedia]

Food & Drink in Ancient Egypt

Food and drink in ancient Egypt relied on barley and wheat, the primary crops cultivated along the Nile. The Egyptian diet was based on bread, beer, and vegetables. Meat was expensive and only rarely eaten. The majority of people ate fairly basic meals, while the upper classes consumed more exotic and varied dishes.

Pantry Scene, Tomb of Menna

The Yorck Project (Public Domain)

Bread & Porridge

Breads and porridges were the base of the Egyptian diet. They were both typically made with barley or emmer wheat, the two staple crops of Egypt. Grain was ground by hand with stone querns to produce flour. Despite efforts to prevent it, grit and sand often found its way into flour while it was being processed and transported. Many mummies have teeth worn down from years of eating gritty bread.

Egyptian cuisine in fact allowed for the preparation of bread in all possible shapes: flat, conical, spherical, sometimes molded into shapes of objects or animals, and extremely varied ingredients could be added to the dough for sweetening or aroma: lupine seeds, coriander, a decoction of figs, and poppy or ryegrass seeds. (Tallet, 320)

The most common style of bread was a dense flatbread made with flour, salt, and water. The dough was typically formed into round or triangular shapes, but it could also be shaped into human or animal figures. This could be baked on a stone inside an oven, on the floor of the oven itself, or even buried in hot embers.

Because bread was so important, many different varieties were invented. Some types of bread included fats, oils, eggs, or dairy in addition to the basic ingredients of flour and water. Leavening was used to create fluffier loaves. Special types of ovens and pans were used to bake bread of different shapes and consistencies. Bread was sometimes topped with seeds, seasonings or nuts before baking.

Model of Bakers from Meketre's Tomb

Metropolitan Museum of Art (Copyright)

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[queenketouk]

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[made-by-moon]

What would the Marauders era characters do for living in a non magic au: Remus & Peter

Remus Lupin

I love the idea of Remus having some kind of disability connected with legs/moving, so we gonna stick with that. His job would involve books. No questions. He would work in a book shop and would volunteer in a library in his free time. The grannies/grandpas would ADORE him. He could also organise reading groups for children and would bring Sirius along to do silly voices and act out scenes.

Peter Pettigrew

He would own a bakery. Provide all other marauders with delicious yet nutritious pastries and ask Euphemia Potter and Hope Lupin for some recipes. He would have flour on his clothes 24/7 even on days when he wouldn’t work. Sweets on parties? Peter made them. Need food for an event? Call Peter. No one would be able to resist his baking.

[xaurianqueen97]

I'm a giant nerd, and you can see it how you like, but I'm wondering if at least the surface of snacktooth isle has dirt and real plants on it; if in fact, the island isn't ENTIRELY bugsnax. If that's the case, there are edible lupine plants and dandelions, just in the first area. Lupine kernels can be made into a high protein flour. If you knew what you were looking for, even if fishing isn't an option, one could survive by foraging, despite maybe lacking all the nutrients you need for complete health. I know that assuming the non-snaxxers are just eating sauce can make theories and fanfiction more interesting, and I have nothing against that. But I like to make my headcanons a little softer, even in this quasi-horror with addictive parasites.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Remus/Sirius Fluff Masterlist | Works With 5-10k Words

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A Piece of the Aftermath (Series) by Snromance [M, 7k]

Sirius didn't chase after Peter after finding James, Lily and Harry at Godric's Hollow. Instead, he picked up Harry, contacted Remus (as he was out of the country) and moved them out of the magic public's eye. The two of them then attempt to raise Harry to the best of their abilities whilst attempting to deal with the emotional problems that come with trying to raise a kid with no experience, a relationship, and dealing with what part they all played in the death of James and Lily.

*Bubblegum Blues by reachthetree [M, 5k]

Remus actually looks down as she smiles, like a shy teenager in a first kiss scenario, and it gives Sirius deja vu. She’s lived this exact moment before. Only in another life. When Remus lifts the bass, Sirius sees a tattoo on the back of her upper arm, and drops her little notebook on the sticky floor. She’s only known one other person with a tattoo like that. But it can’t be… Can it?

Burns Night by Thistlerose [M, 6k]

Blackmail, kilts, food art, public sex, and poetry. Some national holidays are more fun than others. (This fic is part of the midnight conversations timeline by Thistlerose. I recommend reading this after Midnight Conversations #1, Thicker than Blood, and A Meeting of Strangers.)

*Colours by LuminousGloom [E, 8k]

Today is their anniversary. It’s the first time Sirius has remembered it, since Azkaban. He decides to mark the occasion.

*Connection Concoction by Ineffabilitea [T, 5k]

In which Peter plays a prank which backfires, James's favorite colour is pink, Snape snorts, and Remus and Sirius are immune to feminine wiles. (Follows Snogging Nog and Stripping Solution)

*Empty Houses by bigblackdog [E, 6k]

Remus, I’ve been at Grimmauld all week. I’m not selling it. I went back to look for the letters. I assumed they had been lost but when I was pardoned I learned they sent my things to my mother at Grimmauld. Turns out she didn’t burn them on sight. Found my leather jacket. All our records were broken. And all our letters were safe. The spells I’d put on the box to keep James and Peter out at Hogwarts were still on. I’d forgotten and all my hair felt out when I opened it. (podfic available)

*Flour Babies, or: Remus Lupin, Risk Assessment Co-ordinator and Occasional Voice of Reason by jellybeany [Not Rated, 7k]

“What’s carrying a bag of flour around all day for a term supposed to teach us about parenting, I ask you?” The one where the Marauders have to take care of flour babies - or at least, not completely destroy them. James is trying to impress Lily, Sirius has a problem with his backside, and Remus is, as always, trying not to flunk. And he's dreadfully in love with his best friend.

Lay Your Hands on Me by pansexuall [E, 8k]

In which Sirius really likes trying out new hairstyles over the years and Remus really can't concentrate on much else, to be honest. This fic features reckless and impulsive teenage boys, classic Marauders-style banter, a low-key overdramatic Remus, and falling in love with close friends. Or, alternatively: Three times Remus really wanted to touch Sirius' hair and one time he actually did.

*long live all the magic we made by howisbucky [G, 5k]

in which sirius and remus don’t let dumbledore send harry off to the dursley’s and raise him themselves. “until the end, right pads?” “until the very end, moons.” aka snippets of how the harry potter series should have been.

Make Moony Smile by LadyAmina [T, 5k]

It begins with the innocent intention to Make Moony Smile and spirals into friendship chaos from there. When Remus seems down, James and Peter try their best to cheer him up. Remus has his own agenda.

Matchmakers by Minnow_53 [T, 5k]

James and Lily are determined to get Remus and Sirius together. So Remus and Sirius keep finding themselves alone with each other.

Moonlight On Your Skin by orphan_account [G, 7k]

Sirius visits his brother and gets a tattoo. After watching the process, Remus asks Sirius to design something for him to help cover his scars. Only Sirius can make Remus feel this beautiful. "As they passed by the now-closed bookshop, Sirius stopped Remus and pushed him against the wall. “Do you really like it?” Remus brushed a hand down his torso, feeling the plastic and the raised skin under it. “No. I love it, Sirius. It’s…it’s you. And it’s me. It’s everything.” Sirius’ grin, Remus swore, could light the street if he let it. “You’re so lovely. I can’t get over it, Remus.” (Sequel to Ocean of Fiction Blue)

my eyes adored you by moony_andthe_stars [T, 5k]

“Well that’s bullshit,” he declared, “I bet Moony has plenty of prospects. People would be stupid not to like him.” James and Peter nodded in agreement. “I mean, he’s smart, and witty, and he’s tall!” Sirius continued. “And not to mention, he’s, you know-” Sirius gestured towards Remus and turned in his seat to look at him. Time seemed to slow down for a moment. Remus had his chin propped up in his hand, lazily skimming the text in front of him. The evening light came streaming from the window making Remus glow golden, a halo forming around his curls. His eyebrows were drawn, pulling at the scar that went through his left one. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and Sirius was suddenly struck by the fact that Remus was- “-bloody gorgeous.” --or-- Sirius is suddenly struck by how beautiful his best friend is

*Of Comets and Counter-Examples by Woldy [T, 5k]

If the past is a foreign country, can travel help to resolve a troubled history? Dumbledore assigns Remus and Sirius a mission to explore three European cities, or perhaps to find each other. (podfic available)

Of Envelope Glue, Twitching, & Two Percent Chances by xxanglophilexx [T, 7k]

At 8:10 am on April 13, 1976, Sirius Black will realize that Remus Lupin fancies him. And if Remus stops twitching and remembers to breathe long enough to have a proper conversation, he may realize something, too. (pdf & e-book files available)

*Out of the Ground by adistantsun [T, 7k]

"This week, Sirius Black heads to Chichester harbour, where the Time Turners are investigating a vanishing island, first spelled in the Early Roman period. Popular nowadays with entomologists and Extreme Hide and Seekers, could there be evidence this swampy backwater was once a thriving commercial port, trading magical wares all over the Mediterranean?" Or, the Time Team AU where Voldemort never existed, the Wizarding world borrows liberally from the Muggle, and everyone loves archaeology!

*Parasitic Plants and Moping Marauders by mrs_jack_turner, myprettycabinet [T, 8k]

Two weeks alone with Remus in the comfort of the Gryffindor Tower and Sirius has decided it’s the perfect time to let Remus in on how he feels about him. Unfortunately, it appears he isn’t the only one with that idea.

real life has no appeal by orphan_account [G, 7k]

In which Remus is Lily's roommate and Sirius, James and Peter break into places.

*Records and Pickup Lines by Frenchpadfoot, PleaseDonateBlood [G, 5k]

Hipster Remus works in a classy records shop in bustling Soho and punk rock Sirius has a late lunch break and needs a record. We all know where this is going.

Sight of the Stars by orphan_account [M, 8k]

Remus Lupin had always been blind, but when presented with the opportunity to have his sight restored through a corneal transplant, he's not sure he wants to go through with it. Sirius reminds him that whatever he chooses, there's nothing that can break them apart.

*That Summer Was Good to Us by MoonCat457 [T, 8k]

Summers in Wales were ideal. Sunny, windy, warm without being sweltering… and the perfect time for Remus and Sirius to explore the feelings they’ve been dancing around for the better part of a year.

The Blood Blistering Brew by Deena [T, 7k]

Sirius is an arrogant berk and Remus is complete pants at Potions. (pdf & e-book files available)

*The Importance of Being Sirius by dogsunderfoot [T, 8k]

Remus Lupin, a simple Literature teacher has to deal with Sirius Black, a History teacher with an unorthodox (and noisy) teaching style.

The Smartest Idiot in Hogwarts by darkestlordsaroon [E, 5k]

Sirius has spent all year being distracted by Remus and trying to deny it. What he'd never imagined was that Remus has been doing the exact same thing.

*There Isn’t a Word for What We’ve Got by mutuisanimis [T, 7k]

Five people who misunderstood Sirius’ relationship with Remus and one two who didn’t. (translation available in Русский (ficbook))

They don't love you like I love you by moonlightgalleon [G, 5k]

Hospital receptionist, Remus Lupin usually invites superheroes as guests for the kids. That is, until he gets the unusual request of inviting villain The Canis.

Textually Yours by Jencala & jlpierre [M, 9k]

4:43 pm: Oi! no making fun of the hair 4:44 pm: i don't seem to recall you complaining when you were fisting it the other night ;-) 4:45 pm: Fuckinf Christ! 4:46 pm: **Fucking. 4:46 pm: *embarrassed face* 4:47 pm: no need to be embarrassed Moonshine. You like what you like 4:48 pm: and you like me and my talented mouth ;-)

*denotes personal favorite

[alekthethirdish]

Loving the idea of the Gang having a boring/calm day and the reader instead of being bored just absolutely adoring the dumb little domestic things. Like yes, life threatening danger and heart racing adventure is great, but we do that every day. I want to throw a blanket over you while you nap on the couch, or just bring you something to drink while you do something else and just share space with you. So basically Calm Day Domesticity HCs + the gang seeing how much the reader loves the quiet moments

Here it is! Took me a while to mull over this idea and maybe a couple of rewrites. I hope you enjoy!

Lupin:

-Lupin is chaos incarnate, even on days that a heist isn't being pulled, he's planning the next one.

-Being his significant other, he's used to you supplying your input on plans, or even asking to do something else.

-Yet you surprise him by deciding a quiet day is what you'd rather have.

-Cue making breakfast together and moving around the other as though you've always done this.

-Which of course ends in chaos, when flour starts flying.

-Once breakfast is done and the both of you are cleaned up, you find Lupin watching TV and join him.

-You're not really paying attention to what's on the TV, content just to share space with Lupin.

-Which ends with you falling asleep, head resting on Lupin's shoulder.

-It takes him a moment to realize you've fallen asleep, but when he does realize, his first instinct is to take a photo of the both of you.

-Then he gently lifts you into his arms and takes you to your shared room to let you rest.

-Of course, he doesn't mind joining you for a spontaneous nap.

Jigen:

-Jigen tries his best to enjoy quiet days in, but being Lupin's partner in crime means he's always on edge and expecting something to happen.

-He's surprised to see that you're enjoying the peace and quiet.

-You help him relax by just being in his presence the entire day.

-It's when the two of you are on the couch, Jigen watching TV, and you reading a book, that he fully relaxed.

-Which leads to him falling asleep, arms crossed, feet on the coffee table.

-When you notice, you grab a blanket to drape over him and turn off the TV.

-With the quiet of the room and Jigen's soft breathing, you're lulled to sleep as well.

-You fall asleep with your head leaning against Jigen's shoulder, your book slipping out of your hand.

-Lupin takes the opportunity to take a photo of the two of you.

Goemon:

-Goemon is always meditating or is seemingly calm any day of the week, including during the chaos of heists.

-So when a day off arises you are keen to enjoy it with him.

-Goemon on the other hand, is worried that a day in will be too boring for you.

-He suggests a day out instead and you politely decline, insisting you'd rather the day in.

-You sit with your back to Goemon's as he meditates; you read or solve puzzles, anything to pass the time and spend it in his presence.

-Eventually you get up to grab a drink and bring him back some water as well.

-You end up watching a movie after making sure it wouldn't disturb your significant other.

-Goemon watches a bit of the movie with you, finding solace in your presence.

-You fall asleep halfway through the movie, head in his lap.

-Lupin, scheming, takes a photo of you and Goemon, thinking Goemon is also asleep.

-Cue Goemon opening his eyes to glare at Lupin and quietly demanding the photo to keep.