#lyall lupin

[xiphions]

This!! but especially when the 'canon' in question is just random shit that jkr has said over the years.

"Lyall Lupin would never do that!"

lyall lupin didn't even have a name in the original books! there is no canon lyall lupin! there's just jkr's retrospective word vomit!

marauders fans who dickride the canon will never not be weird to me. because wdym you actually give a fuck as to what J.K. Racist has to say.

[enbysiriusblack]

thinking about the laying low at lupin's but remus still lives with his dad hc.

remus: hey uh dad. can someone stay with us for an indefinite amount of time?

lyall: you made a friend then or something?

remus: uhh well 😳

*sirius walking in the cottage*

lyall: ... what is a wanted mass murderer doing in my doorway?

remus: it's a bit complicated

sirius: hey lyall, wow you've really aged handsomely. i love the grey hair on you. oh is that today's paper? you mind if i borrow it when you're done? *wink*

lyall: sirius, you charmer! welcome! stay as long as you need to

[acewitch-writes]

Canon Remus was not a hardened orphan living in a group home. He was a chronically ill child raised by loving parents that were willing to FIGHT DUMBLEDORE to protect him. (Literally, Lyall DILF Lupin thought he was coming to take Remus away when Dumbledore personally delivered Remus' Hogwarts Letter)

So no, Remus was not a smooth-talking 7-ft-tall Casanova badass sex God with rippling muscles. He had zero friends before attending Hogwarts due to the fact that his loving parents kept him isolated out of fear that their son's Lycanthropy would be discovered, which would have ruined his life.

Canon Remus was most likely a timid, awkward, sheltered kid that was afraid of his own shadow because Hogwarts would be such an overwhelming experience for a little boy that has never interacted with another child in his LIFE and probably never even left his own home before. I imagine that books were his only connection to the outside world, which is why I can't stand the HC that he is completely illiterate when he first arrives at Hogwarts

tldr, Remus Lupin is the love of my life and is one of the few Marauders era characters with an actual backstory and personality, but this fandom just refuses to move on from a singular fic that completely rewrote everything about him.

And I'm not even going to start on how the Alpha Male-ification of Remus has also resulted in the complete assassination of Sirius' character for the sake of internalized heteronormativity that runs rampant in this fandom.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius black's hear me outs: fleamont potter, euphemia potter, hephaestus, lyall lupin, the voice that says "divine" on candy crush, peter's mother, uncle alphard, velvet (the texture...), florean fortescue, the bloody baron, the entire concept of titration, cold showers

[very-gay-poet]

why have I not seen anything be done with the information that Lyall Lupin and Orion Black when to school together???? Like no fics where remus was a regular guest at the blacks house??? where remus reg and sirius were all childhood bestfriends???? Lyall was canonly a bigoted Ravenclaw they most likely kept in touch after hogwarts!!! YALL wheres the fic where no one knows that lyall married a muggle so he and Remus has to hide it similar how people have to hide certain aspects of themselves from their peers for fear of social rejection???? Then theres a time where Sirius/reg scares the shit out of remus when they say some omunious shit how "they know" and "dont mind" and "wont tell" and its just about his mom is a muggle???

[loonyloopylupin96]

Fidelius Charm | @wolfstarmicrofic | words: 286 

"But it's my choice," Remus pleaded, imploring his parents and Dumbledore to concede.  

Dumbledore peered over his half-moon spectacles at the young boy, and smiled kindly.  

"Master Lupin," he began, "Remus. It's in your best interest for us to keep this between ourselves-"  

"But... my friends don't trust me," he explained, "They know I'm lying, and I can't even tell them why I can't tell them."  

Lyall huffed, "There's a reason we agreed-" 

"You agreed, Dad. I wasn't technically consulted."  

The adults observed him silently. It was true, the conditions of his entry to Hogwarts had taken place with him in the room, but the plans had been finalised long before he was asked for his opinion. It was also true that that young boy had since grown in height as much as he had grown in confidence, but no one said anything more.  

Remus looked at them each in turn, "Is that it, then? You're really not going to let me say anything? I can't be the keeper of my own secret?"   

"It's the way it has to be," his mother replied, apologetically.  

"Sirius will understand," the headmaster added, eyes twinkling.  

Remus shook his head and, frowning, turned his back on them to leave the room. They let him go without another word.  

He ran downstairs, pausing where the vast staircase met the stone hallway. His heart pounded in his ears as he uncurled his fingers and brought his hand from his pocket.  

The fragment of James' mirror encased in his palm reflected the amber lights of the staircase back at him until, with the correct angle--  

He smiled at the blue-grey eyes looking back at him.  

"Now do you understand?" he asked Sirius.  

"I understand."  

[orchideous-nox]

If I see one more person act like Remus Lupin wasn't loved by his parents as a child, I'm gonna go and tell Lyall and Hope, and they're gonna cut you a lovely slice of bara brith and tell you why you're wrong.

[marauding-almond]

Lyall Lupin being in a psychiatric ward since Remus was very little, and Remus going to visit him regularly at the hospital, only for going in one day and finding Frank and Alice Longbottom in the beds next to his father

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - First Time Meeting the Parents

@wolfstarmicrofic January 3, word count 283

Sirius smoothed down his shirt for the umpteenth time. “Enough, they’re going to love you, or at least Mum is,” Remus tried to reassure Sirius. It had taken forever to get him out of the house as Sirius had tried on every item of clothing and deemed them all unacceptable for meeting the Lupins. He’d tried to go out and buy a new shirt at least, but Remus had managed to convince him that the pale blue one he was originally going to wear was the best one, and now here they were, walking up the path to his childhood home. “You ready, sweetheart,” He asked as he raised his fist to knock on the door. He didn’t get the chance as the door was nearly wrenched off its hinges by Hope Lupin in her eagerness to get it open.

“Remus!” Her lilting voice wrapped around his name like a caress. She all but toppled out of the door into her son’s arms, grinning like a loon as he hugged her. 

“Hi, Mum,” Remus’s voice was soft in a way it only ever was around his mum.

“Oh, and is this your handsome young man?” She asked as he dropped his arms and let her approach Sirius.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Lupin,” Sirius managed to get out and thrust the bouquet of flowers he’d bought her.

“Oh, Remus,” She gasped, her hand flying to her heart. “He’s a gentleman.” All Remus could do was watch proudly as the whirlwind that was Hope Lupin swept Sirius into the house, leaving Remus standing on the doorstep. Well, at least his mum liked him. The true obstacle was always going to be Lyall.

[wolfstargazer]

22nd October - Apple - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 433

The house was always full of laughter on the day the boys arrived.

It had been established as tradition sometime in Remus' second year that his friends would come over just before school would start. They'd spend the day off doing god knows what in the countryside, returning in the evening only when tiredness and hunger drove them back inside.

James was charming, chatty. Hope assumed he was a favourite amongst all his friends' parents, as he offered to help with this and that and always had a funny anecdote about his latest exploits on the Quidditch pitch to share.

Peter was shyer than the others, nervous but kind. Hope assumed he found it difficult to get a word in edgeways, crowded out by his much more exuberant friends.

Hope remembered the first time she'd seen Sirius, hovering in the doorway to the kitchen, more reserved than the quick and confident boy that Remus had described. He was twelve, ill at ease, grey eyes and wild hair, and something about him that made Hope feel a pang of apprehension and concern.

"He won't be used to Muggles," Lyall had offered by way of explanation, when Hope had mentioned her impressions to him when they'd gone to bed that evening. "He's from a very ancient, pure blood family. He won't be used to....the likes of us."

But that wasn't quite it, and although Hope had to admit the Wizarding World in all its complexity was still a mystery to her, there seemed something more in Sirius' tension that she couldn't quite place.

And then suddenly, one late summer day when the boys were fifteen, she'd looked up from the apples she was peeling and slicing to make into a pie and seen it. A small moment. Every day. Insignificant. Blink and you'd miss it. But that explained everything.

The boys were outside beneath the large tree that was shading the garden from most of the heat. A petal of something had floated down and settled in Remus' hair, and Sirius reached out to remove it. A coy smile. The slight tinge of a blush. Her son carried on reading. Unaware. But Sirius' eyes had stayed on him, tender and hungry, and Hope looked away, smiled softly, and continued to bake.

Later, smells of spiced apple and pastry filled the kitchen. The boys came in from the garden, enticed. Hope cut the pie and distributed the plates, handing Sirius an extra big slice.

James, being James, noticed and complained, "How comes he gets the bigger slice?"

Hope could only smile and say, "Because he deserves it."

[evanorphia]

most of remus’ clothes are just lyall’s old clothes. most of teddy’s clothes are remus’s old clothes which he doesn’t know once belonged to lyall.

[swirling-romantics]

Prompt: heart l @moonwater-microfic l words: 462

WARNING: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Remus and Regulus had been together for a year now and with Valentines day fast approaching Regulus was determined to get him the best gift—something that showed exactly how much he loved Remus.

Thus, Regulus stood in the living room of Remus’ childhood home. In the basis of all his lovers' nightmares. 

The man responsible was in the kitchen. Oh, how he was going to make him scream. It was almost his fault no one would hear and come help, or how no one would notice his absence for a good while. 

Lyall Lupin had moved his family out to the countryside so no one would hear the young Remus’ cries and howls on the full. So that his son never got close to anyone. So that no one would come looking for the source of the screams of terror.

Call it what you will: fate? Karma? Retribution? 

Regulus hummed as he made his way back into the kitchen, the old man was choking on his blood. Exactly where Regulus left him.

Lucky for him the rest should be rather quick—Regulus almost didn’t want it to be. Wanted to prolong his suffering to make up for all he put Remus through.

Regulus grabbed a knife from the wooden block, kneeling down to the man on the floor.

“Well, Lyall, any last words?” Regulus knew he couldn’t speak, he just wanted to see the fear in his eyes when he knew he wasn’t, by some miraculous event, make it out of this cottage alive.

“Oh? Nothing? Good.” A wicked grin took over his face.

~+*+~

Regulus hummed along to the song on the radio as he cleaned up Lyall’s blood, he let the warm water in the sink run over his gift for Remus.

The old man’s body was out in the field—he’d bury it later, right now all his attention was on making sure Remus would be receiving the perfect gift on the 14th.

He had a jar filled with formaldehyde already, all he needed was for the water to stop running red— for how heartless Lyall was towards his son he bled oceans.

It was worth it, though. Regulus would do anything for Remus. So, when he said in a drunken stupor that all he wanted for a gift was for his father to have a heart, Regulus got it for him. The old man wasn’t open to being in his son’s life any more than he was, “He’s a monster! I don’t give a shit if he’s my son, I wish he was dead. The whole damn wizarding world would be better off without him!” Lyall had shouted at Regulus’ pleas. Lucky for him, he wasn’t too keen on the idea anyways. He only hoped Remus would like the improvised gift.

[enbysiriusblack]

laying low at Lupin's but it's Remus having moved back in with his father so he's awkwardly making all three of them tea whilst Lyall tries to act like it isn't that strange for Sirius to be staying with them, and Sirius is just sitting in the kitchen with all his multitude of current issues and trauma but he cannot stop his brain from panicking over how his ex boyfriend's father has got even hotter.

[grimst4rs]

lyall flipped a page of his book (the lord of the rings — the hobbit, obviously; it had been remus’ favourite book when he was little, he used to read it to him), sitting on the old, worn out armchair.

remus had asked him, in his last letter, not to come to king’s cross to pick him up, and instead let him apparate back home. lyall had, reluctantly, agreed, yet his heart felt a twinge of sadness when he wrote the letter back; remus was growing older, undoubtedly. he didn’t need them anymore. but the prospect of him splinching himself to wales hadn’t been exactly exhilarating. however, he decided to give his son the chance to… he didn’t even know. he missed remus.

his thoughts were interrupted by hearing the door open and seeing his son enter their cottage, carrying his shabby suitcase in one hand. remus seemed to have grown considerably over the school year, making him appear gangly and unsure into his body. he was also in dire need of a haircut; his mother, hope, would surely take care of that later. (lyall almost chuckled, already hearing her voice: “cariad, do wizards not have scissors?”)

remus looked almost exactly like his father. the same curls, the same hooked nose, the same dropped eyes, rimmed with long eyelashes, the same crooked teeth. however, lyall knew better; his son had his mother’s warm smile, the same dimples in their cheeks, the same mischievous glance.

as if he could read his father’s thoughts, he put his arms to his side. “intact,” he said, rather awkwardly. “i didn’t splinch myself; apparition classes seem to have been a success.”

“i knew you wouldn’t,” lyall lied, licking his fingers before flipping the page, as his son made his way into the kitchen.

he sat down on the couch, and saffron, their ginger cat, considered that to be the perfect opportunity to jump next to her owner and start kneading against his thigh.

they sat in silence for a while; a father, pretending to read, and his son, looking at the pictures on the shelf above the fireplace and obviously engulfed in his thoughts, yet lyall didn’t ask what he was thinking about.

finally, he put his book down. “did i ever tell you about how your mother and i met?”

remus’ lips were parted by a small chuckle. “yes, about a billion times.”

“well,” he said, clasping his hands together. “you know, son, the first time I met your mother, it was quite the adventure. she was out for a walk through a forest when she stumbled upon a boggart — and i’m not going to explain to you what that is, because considering your OWL results, i can very well tell you know.. for her, it turned into a large, terrifying man. i don’t know who it was supposed to be. you mother was frightened, she screamed; i, being nearby, rushed over and with a quick wave of my wand, turned it into a little mushroom.”

“what a hero,” remus chuckled, pulling his longs legs up his chest.”

“i made sure she got home safely, and well, that was the beginning of something special. a few months later, i told her that the boggart posed no danger at all, but by then, we had already fallen in love. not long after, i asked her to marry me, and she said yes. we got married about a hear before you were born, and your mother, with her wicked sense of humor, decided we should have…

“the boggart-shapper topper,” remus finished, grinning. “classic ma.”

“then, as you know, or well, don’t, since you were just born,” lyall continued, (remus snorted) “on march the tenth, the following year, you came into our lives, and our little family was complete.”

his son chuckled, kicking his feet up on the couch. he chewed on his lip. “what’re you reading?”

“the hobbit,” he answered. “i had a bout of nostalgia. you’ve grown up so quicky; it feels like you’re not my little boy anymore.”

he saw remus’ adam apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

“i mean, look at you. your mum’s got to stand on her tiptoes to kiss you, and i know she’s not the tallest woman, but she had to bend down to be able to hold your little hand once. and you could fit between my arms, remus, with your head on my chest when i read to you. you used to be so little, and in a few months you won’t even be living with us anymore. you’re of bloody age,” he let out an airy laugh, “now.”

lyall didn’t know when remus had stood up and was behind him, his arms wrapped around his dad’s shoulders. “i’m still your son,” he said, his voice as small as it used to be when he was little.

“i know,” he reached out awkwardly and patted remus’ shoulder, ignoring the sniff he heard remus let out. “you’re always gonna be our son, cariad.”

[missmoonfrost]

Breakfast at the Lupins - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

September 9 - Owl

Words: 299

Remus was enjoying a quiet Sunday breakfast. With Mum eyeing a crossword and Dad spreading whatever latest reports out on his end of the table, no one minded Remus reading a fantasy-novel while slowly stirring his tea.

The tell-tale sound of an owl picking on the window made them look up. Mum opened and carefully freed the bird from the attached letter.

"It's for you, Remus."

He quickly grabbed the parchment from her hand and recognised Sirius swirling cursive. They had not gone a week without correspondence during summer, but he hadn't expected a letter today, the last day of the brake.

"Who is it from?"

"A friend."

"That can't wait until tomorrow to say hello?"

"Mm" Remus smiled as he read about Sirius looking forward to seeing him soon and already planning pranks they could do.

"Hm, I know that look..." Mum nudged Dad with a knowing smile "Do you think our son is waiting to meet a special someone tomorrow?"

"Mum! I said it's just a friend!"

That earned him a stern look from Dad. "Remus! That's no way to speak to your mother!"

"Sorry."

"It's alright." Mum put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Remus. I shouldn't pry where I have no business."

Remus forced a smile to accept her apology and looked back at the letter, but he couldn't read another word. If it was that obvious, how would he hide it from his friends? In his mind, he could already hear the entire Hogwarts express buzzing with the news about weird Remus, not only being the freak that he already was but also having a crush on his best friend.

Suddenly his longing for tomorrow turned to panic.

[the-river-nyx]

The day I am able to read a Marauders fic where Remus and his father interact, and I don't have to take a break, I will have reached self-actualization.