#lyall lupin

[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.

[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

[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

[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."  

[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???

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Fake Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 11, word count 875

“Eugh, my mum keeps asking who I’m bringing to my cousin's wedding!” Remus groaned as he checked the new message on his phone. “She’s getting worse. Ever since Oscar and I broke up it’s all she cares about.” He shook his head and put on a high-pitched voice, imitating Hope. “Reemuss,” He elongated his name like Hope did with her lilting accent. “Remus, why don’t you have a nice boy to bring to Gwen’s wedding? You should go find yourself someone, Remus.” He grimaced. “Like it’s so easy. She met dad in the middle of a forest when that guy jumped out of the trees at her and dad came to her rescue. Knowing my luck, the would be murderer would fall for me.” He leaned his head back and cursed the heavens. 

Sirius had sat there patiently listening to Remus grouse. He snatched Remus’s phone from his lap and typed a quick message to Hope. 

“There,” He said. “Now you have a date.” He grinned mischievously. Remus paled. 

“What did you do?” He picked up his phone and gasped. “Sirius! What the actual?!” His phone pinged as Hope started gushing about how happy she was and how much she’d always loved Sirius. He had to put his phone on silent to shut it up. Sirius had messaged Hope telling her that he was bringing Sirius as his date. Sirius who he’d had a crush on for years and told his mother every little thing about it. Oh gods, this was going to be a disaster. 

“It’ll be fine, Remus. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the day, and then we’ll mysteriously break up, none of them will be the wiser, and it'll make your mum happy.” Remus groaned into his hands. 

They travelled to Wales the day before the wedding and stayed at Remus’s parents house. Lyall greeted them at the door but then disappeared into his study. He was happy in there and Remus was happy he was in there, to be honest. They’d never quite seemed to quite understand each other and this way was easier, much to Hope’s annoyance. 

Hope, on the other hand, wrapped them both in her arms and cooed over Sirius.

“I knew you’d end up together. You’re perfect for each other.” Sirius lapped it up. The only problem they had was Hope put them in Remus’s old bedroom. They hadn’t thought of that when they’d agreed to stay there. There wasn’t even another spare room. 

“It’ll be fun,” Sirius beamed. “Like being back at school.” 

“We never shared a bed. That was you and James,” Remus reminded him. 

“Well, better late than never then, I guess,” Sirius responded. So that was how Remus found himself in bed with Sirius. 

Thankfully, morning came quickly and then it was time for the wedding. 

Everybody made a fuss about Sirius.

“He’s so handsome Remus,” His grandmother had declared when he’d introduced him. “You ought to put a ring on his finger, so he doesn’t get away,” She’d said loudly. Remus went beet red. 

“Nain, you can’t just yell that out!” He hushed her. 

“And why not? I want to see some great grand kids before I pop my clogs, and you aren’t getting any younger,”

“Oh my god,” He didn’t know how to handle her apart from with a gin and tonic and the bar wasn’t open yet. 

“Don’t you worry, Mrs Howell, I’ll make an honest man out of him.” Sirius said, linking her arm with his and leading her away to her table. He turned and winked at Remus. Remus wished he could turn invisible. 

By the end of the wedding, Sirius had won over all of Remus’s family and all of the grooms. In fact, more people knew who Sirius was at the wedding than knew who Remus was. 

Remus was glad when they were on their way back to his parents house. It had been a long day. “So,” Sirius asked him. “When are you going to pop the question? Your Nain’s promised me her engagement ring.” He grinned, fighting back a laugh at Remus. 

“Oh, haha, Sirius,” Remus rolled his eyes and said no more about the subject. 

That night, much to Remus’s surprise, Sirius snuggled under his arm and rested his head on Remus’s chest. 

“I had fun today.” Sirius told him with a sleepy voice. “Your family is really nice, and I might just steal your Nain. She was brilliant.” He turned his head to look at Remus. “Thank you for letting me come.” He said quietly. 

“You invited yourself. I had nothing to do with it.” Remus huffed. 

He closed his eyes hoping Sirius would take the hint. But instead, Sirius pushed up and kissed him. Remus’s eyes shot open, and he stared at Sirius. 

“I was serious about that ring, Moony. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there.” Remus didn’t know what to say, so he dragged Sirius’s face back to his and kissed him deeper than their first. He melted as Sirius kissed him back. “Took you long enough,” Sirius murmured against his lips. Remus had never been happier. He made a note to send a bottle of champagne to his cousin, because without her this might never have happened.   

[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.

[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.

[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.

[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 5th August: Holiday

2292 words (turned out not that micro😬)

Lyall Lupin wants Sirius Black to learn the consequences of his actions. But as it turns out, it's Lyall himself who has something to learn about the consequences of Sirius’ actions.

Consequences

“So what you’re saying is, you didn’t miss me at all?”

Remus turns to look at Sirius, who has a teasing smile on his face. He shoves him playfully as they make their way across the trail back to the farm. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” He shakes his head. “I’m just saying summer has been kinda great, that’s all. Since I couldn’t make it home for Christmas because of the moon, mum’s been looking forward to the summer holiday to have her family all together again, and she’s determined to make it the best summer ever. We’ve been having homemade pies and elaborate breakfasts with freshly baked bread, we’ve been going on long walks through the hills and picnicking in the field, we’ve been going out for dinner or gone to get ice cream in the nearby village, or just visiting other towns to see the sights.” He sighs contently. “Yeah, it’s been pretty good.”

Sirius gives Remus a soft smile. “That sounds amazing. And I’m glad, as long as you don’t forget to miss me sometimes.”

Remus stops walking, turns to Sirius and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “You know I do,” he says, pressing his face against Sirius’ neck and breathing him in. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”

Sirius wraps his arms around Remus’ waist and pulls him even closer. “I know,” he whispers against his hair.

Remus releases him and presses a kiss against his lips, because he can do that now. “Really,” he says as he takes Sirius’ hand in his, because he can also do that now, as they make their way down the hill before the crisp morning air will be replaced by the summer heat. “The only thing that would’ve made this summer better would’ve been you being around.”

“I could be,” Sirius says carefully. “Around, I mean. Not all the time, of course. I understand you need family time. But I could come over sometimes?”

Remus averts his eyes. “I don’t know, Sirius. You know how my father feels about your family. He’s still wary about us being friends. I don’t know if he should find out about this-” he gestures at their joint hands “-just yet.”

“I am not my family,” Sirius says curtly.

“I know that,” Remus says. “But my father doesn’t.”

“And he never will if you don’t let me spend any time with him!”

“That’s not fair,” Remus says softly.

“No,” Sirius agrees. “It isn’t.”

They stay silent for a moment. Remus is relieved Sirius doesn’t retract his hand.

“It isn’t even about my dad,” Remus says after a moment. “Not really. But if my dad reacts badly to you, it’ll create tension between my dad and I, and I fear that’ll upset my mum. She’s been doing so good lately, her mood has been stable for a long time, and she’s been so cheerful, especially this summer... She’s been looking forward to having the family together for so long, and it means so much to her, I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

“I get that,” Sirius says, giving Remus’ hand a soft squeeze. “Then now is not the time, and that’s okay.”

Remus feels a surge of affection, and gives him a grateful smile.

“You know, I could also come to visit without telling your parents about... the latest development in our relationship,” Sirius offers. “We could let them think we’re just friends, and sneak in some kisses when we’re alone,” he says with a cheeky smile.

Remus chuckles. “As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t think we’ll be fooling anyone. Everyone who sees us together can probably tell we’re hopelessly in love.”

Sirius also laughs. “Good point.”

They stop as they reach the end of the trial, with Remus’ house just around the corner. Birds are singing and the sun is chasing away the morning chill. Remus’ parents will be waking up soon.

Sirius traces a finger over Remus’ cheek. “Can I have another secret visit then tomorrow same time?”

Remus gasps. “Sirius Black offering to get up at the crack of dawn on a day off twice?” He shakes his head. “I must be special.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hums, giving Remus a kiss. “You must be.”

Lyall Lupin yawns as he shuffles out of the bathroom. It feels like the middle of the night, but if he wants to finish shaving all the sheep today, he’ll have to get an early start.

Suddenly, Remus’ bedroom door opens, and Remus quietly slips out.

Lyall blinks. “Remus?”

Remus jumps. “Dad! I... I didn’t see you there. What... What are you doing up?”

“It’s time to shave the sheep,” Lyall replies. “What are you doing out of bed at this hour?”

“Eh, you know,” Remus says, scratching the back of his head. “The... the sheep. Yeah, I wanted to ask you if I can help you with the sheep.”

Lyall smiles at his son and ruffles his hair. “That’s kind of you, lad. But you know that the sheep are always a bit... uneasy around you. It’ll probably take longer with your help, so why don’t you just go back to bed, huh?”

“Yes,” Remus says. “Right. I guess I will. Do that. Then. Eh, good luck, with the sheep.”

“Thanks, lad,” Lyall says. He might need it. It’s always a lot of work, and with each passing year, he can really feel he’s getting older. Remus’ help would’ve been very welcome, but with the sheep’s reaction to his presence, it’ll do more harm than good. He watches his son go back into his room. “You enjoy some extra hours of sleep,” he tells him.

Lyall walks around the house carrying his equipment, on his way to the sheep shed. As he rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks. For a brief moment, he thinks that a bear has gotten on his property, but quickly he sees that it’s actually a dog, a huge dog. The dog is staring intently at the back door, his head slightly tilted, in a very un-doglike manner.

Lyall frowns and without hesitation stalks over, aiming his wand at the intruder. “I’ve worked at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for twenty-five years, so don’t bother trying to pretend,” his voice booms through the quiet morning and the dog gives a start. “I can tell the difference between an actual animal and an Animagus,” Lyall continues. “I’m going to give you five seconds to reveal yourself and tell me why you are trespassing on my property and watching my house. One. Two.”

He doesn’t have to count any further, as the dog begins to shift, and moments later, no one other than Sirius Black is hastily scrambling to his feet.

“Black.” The surprise and shock are evident in his voice. A full Animagus, at his age? He must’ve started the process when he was no older than thirteen! But how could anyone accomplish such a feat at that age?

“Mister Lupin,” Black says quickly. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be trespassing. I swear I have no ill intentions.”

Lyall is still staring at him. It’s unheard of, it’s remarkable, it’s... illegal. As the implication hits him, Lyall narrows his eyes at Black. “You are not on the Registry.”

“No,” Black admits. “No, I am not.”

“You can’t tell me that you weren’t aware of the strict approval procedure and the obligatory registration.”

“I was aware of it, but...”

“But what?” Lyall snaps. “But you didn’t think the rules and regulations applied to you?” He scoffs. “That’s quite a persistent family trait of yours, isn’t it?”

Black’s cheeks flush. “That’s not what it’s like!”

“What else than that inborn arrogance could make you think you can place yourself above the law?” Lyall retorts. He knows that it shouldn’t feel as satisfying as it does to put Black in his place, but he can’t help but think back at the events at his job. When the promotion he had been working so hard for was given to one of Orion Black’s precious pureblood friends instead, simply because the man had pulled some strings and probably paid some money, and the older Black had just sat there smirking when Lyall was being called into the office to be delivered the news, Lyall hadn’t been able to do anything else but say ‘yes, sir’, ‘of course, sir’, and ‘I understand, sir’. He knows that Sirius Black isn’t Orion Black, but with that trademark complexion, sharp features and haughty air, he looks enough like his father for Lyall to be eager to call him out, the way he hadn’t been able to before. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice keeps reminding him that it’s not fair to take his frustrations out on the boy, but then again, the boy did break the law, and at least one Black will find out his actions have consequences.

“I couldn’t ask for approval,” Black says defensively. “I was thirteen when I started the process, .”

“Right,” Lyall says. “And of course the idea of Sirius Black not getting his way for once is completely unimaginable. Probably figured you could do whatever you want and there won’t be any consequences.” Because there were never any consequences for the Blacks, were there? Not when they busied themselves with the Dark Arts, not when they bribed Ministry officials, not when they illegally became an Animagus.

Well, this time there would be consequences.

“I will report you to the Ministry,” he tells Black coolly. “You’ll be lucky if you’ll only get expelled, but I don’t think even with your last name, you’re going be that lucky.”

He turns to walk back into the house, when he hears Black speak up “A werewolf is no danger to an Animagus.”

Lyall freezes, then slowly turns back around towards the boy. “What?”

“A werewolf,” Black repeats, looking at Lyall intently, his hands clenched into fists by his side. “Is not dangerous when you’re in an Animagus form. As an Animagus, you can keep him company during the full moon, and, especially as one large enough, you can steer his behaviour. It... helps him. Keeps him distracted, prevents him from hurting himself, calms him down, even. It makes the transformation more bearable.”

Lyall stares at him wide-eyed, his mouth parted in shock. “You...”

“Since second year,” Black answers the unasked question. “It’s why I started the process. Why I had to start the process. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to do it, but I had to try. For Remus, I had to.”

Lyall thinks back to these past years. How, at the start of his fifth year, Remus’ transformations had suddenly become easier somehow. How he was in the Hospital Wing less, suffered less pain, had less injuries and less wounds. He began to not even dread the full moons anymore, ‘it’s really not that bad,’ he had told his parents with a grin.

Hope didn’t have to spend the days surrounding the full moon pacing the room, not eating, withdrawn, pale and scared anymore. Her mood improved, and it was so good to see her smile more often. A burden had been lifted off of all their shoulders.

‘Did you know the transformations could become better with age?’ His wife had asked Lyall, her eyes filled with hope and wonder. He hadn’t known, and truthfully, didn’t really understand, but he thanked Merlin every day for the relief they had been granted, for the happiness of the two people who meant most to him in the world.

Could it be that all this time it hadn’t been Merlin he had to thank, but Sirius Black?

“Report me if you must,” Black says. “But I don’t regret it. While he thought no one could, I did help Remus, so no matter what, it was worth it.”

“Help?” Lyall asks. “You found out, and your reaction was to help?”

A common reaction to finding out you are going to school with a werewolf, let alone share a dorm with a werewolf, would be fear, disgust, reporting it to the Ministry, telling your parents, telling your classmates. It’s how most people would’ve reacted. It’s how I would’ve reacted, Lyall thinks, with a not insignificant amount of shame. ‘Soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’, that was how he had viewed werewolves, before his own son had become one.

But here Sirius Black had found out, and had not only kept Remus’ secret, but remained his friend and did something dangerous, something that should’ve been impossible, only to help Remus.

But how could a Black, a family of people who always look down their noses at other people, who place themselves above everyone else, and who think they are just naturally born better than others, simply accept? Doesn’t it go against his very nature? It doesn’t make sense to Lyall.

“You don’t make sense to me,” he tells Black.

Black shrugs. “Everything I say and do will make perfect sense of you just keep one factor in mind.”

“And that is?”

“I love Remus,” Black simply says.

Lyall just regards Black for a moment. He begins to think that maybe he actually doesn’t know the boy’s very nature at all. It wouldn’t be the fist time for him to learn that his preconceived notions have been wrong.

It’s okay to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them.

Isn’t that something he has always tried to teach his son? Maybe it’s time to practice what he preaches? So, give the boy a fair chance?

Lyall nods to himself and then addresses Black.

“So, how are you with sheep?”

[addsalwayssick]

Sirius walked into work that morning with a smile on his face. He was an intern for a company a man named Lyall Lupin owned for wolf rehabilitation. “Ah, Hello Sirius!” He said, jolly.

“Hi Mr. Lupin!” He smiled.

Lyall spun around from his chair, turning to face him. “So I was thinking you would be absolutely grand for my daughter!”

Sirius laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I’m gay.”

Lyall’s face brightened even more. “Come to think of it, you wouldn’t just be grand for my son, you’d be perfect for him!”

Sirius smiled politely. “Yeah sure.”

The next morning, he came in with another smile. “Hello, Sirius!” Lyall’s voice rang out.

“Hey Mr. Lupin.” He said.

Lyall took of his reading glasses to look at Sirius. “You know, my son has a pair of these.”

Sirius still smiled, but he was groaning internally. “That’s nice.”

Lyall hummed. “Yes, quite. He’s always reading.”

Sirius just thought, that maybe he’d have to go on one date and say that they weren’t right for each other and Lyall would be happy.

Lyall looked him up and down. “He has quite a different style than you. He wears sweaters a lot. Like his grandfather wore them before.” Lyall laughed at his own joke.

Sirius politely laughed along, already dreading the date Lyall was bound to set them on.

A few days pass, and Sirius comes in with a smile on every one of them. He walks in around a week later from his last interaction with a smile. It drops when he hears a second voice in the closed office door. It was deep, and he wasn’t going to lie, madly attractive.

“Nope.” The voice said.

“You havent even met him!” Lyall argued.

“I don’t need to, I-“

Sirius knocked on the door, just to hear Lyall say “Come in, Sirius!”

Sirius walked in with his bag, looking immediately to the man that must have the other voice.

He was tall. Like tall. He had chestnut colored hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing a grandpa sweaters. He had scars running along his face.

But Sirius could not deny, he was extremely handsome.

Lyall cleared his throat. “Remus, this is Sirius, Sirius, this is Remus.

Remus stepped forwards and held out his hand for Sirius to shake.

It enveloped Sirius’s hand by quite a bit.

“I’ve got a dinner reservation for you guys at 6 tonight.” Lyall told them.

They both turned to look at him. “What?” Remus asked.

“Just one!”

__________

Sirius walked into work with a smile. He walked out of work with a smile. He walked inside his house with a smile. He jumped on Remus with a smile.

“Hey love, how was work?” Remus asked in all of his reading glasses, grandpa sweater, book in hand glory.

“Good. I missed you.” Sirius said, nuzzling his way into cuddling Remus’s chest.

“I missed you too.” Remus said, kissing his forehead.

[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.

[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.

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fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[soulfullives]

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.”