#remus is obsessed with him

[curiouslymyown]

Sirius is a messy sleeper though, his hair is everywhere, limbs in every direction, he’s drooling, the duvet is probably on the floor, and he snores

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - First Kiss

@wolfstarmicrofic January 11, word count 404

Sirius had been obsessing over Remus’s lips for weeks, months, probably years. He’d become suddenly aware of how much Remus affected him one evening when they were crowded around one of the fireplaces in the Gryffindor Common room, and Remus had just finished off this third chocolate frog. There was a thin smear left on the corner of his mouth. Sirius watched as the tip of Remus’s tongue poked out and swiped the last bit of chocolate, disappearing back into Remus’s mouth before poking out again and slipping across Remus’s lips. Since then, Sirius hadn’t gone a day without wanting to touch them with his own. 

He and Remus were sitting in the quidditch stands, watching James racing up and down the pitch with the quaffle as Gryffindor played against Ravenclaw for the quidditch cup. 

The game went on for hours, both teams neck and neck for points, it was going to come down to whoever caught the snitch first. 

Sirius had grabbed onto Remus’s sleeve half an hour ago when Fuller had almost caught the snitch, her fingers brushing against the golden ball for a second before the snitch darted out of her reach. A wave of exasperated sighs chorused around the stadium at poor Fuller’s fumble.

Twenty minutes later, Fuller suddenly shot straight up and reached out her hand. She levelled off with her hand firmly clasped around the golden snitch. 

The roar that rose from the Gryffindor supporters was deafening. The crowd jumped to their feet, jumping and cheering as the players circled the stands. 

Sirius turned to Remus to join in the celebrations with him, and then he saw the joy on Remus’s face and the smile stretching his lips. He couldn’t take it any more. He took a huge chance, grabbed Remus’s face with his hands, and captured his lips with his own. 

They were soft, yet had a firmness to them when, to his surprise, they kissed him back. Remus wrapped his arms around him and Sirius melted into him. All the surrounding noise disappeared as he and Remus kissed. Someone could have been talking directly to him, and he wouldn’t have heard them, because at that moment only Remus mattered. 

They broke away and stared at each other breathless and with uncertain eyes. 

“Hi,” Sirius said, his voice cracking. Remus smiled at him. 

“Hi,” And then he was kissing Sirius again and Sirius had never been happier. 

[axxio-sriracha]

"Not to sound like a slut or anything but can I please peel your orange for you?"

Sirius Black to Remus Lupin at some point, probably.

[speeedyquick1245]

my ideal marauders group dynamic is that everyone is in love with James and deeply unhappy.

[egosdelirium]

I'm such a shit writer because tell me why I'm working on a super long, elaborate muggle au with Sirius raising Regulus that spans from the literal day of Regulus' birth to like present time with a hundred thousand characters, povs, plot points WHILE still having to finish like 3 fics for other fandoms?? As if I have any right to that all that????

The marauders are a prison at this point istg

[bruisedboys]

remus lupin who is a little bossy when you’re sick because he wants you to get better🤭🤭

bossy remus will be the death of me actually. I desperately need him to boss me around I’m so serious

summary: remus cancels plans and looks after you when you’re sick cw! throwing up / being sick (not very descriptive)

fem!reader 1.1k words

You’ve been feeling poorly all day. Nauseous and feverish and a little woozy. You think you ate something bad out with your friends last night. You’ve refused to let it affect you, though, because you and Remus have plans for dinner tonight, and you really really don’t want to cancel them.

It’s only when you’re bent over the toilet bowl, your eyes watering and your throat burning, that you accept that maybe you might be a little bit sick.

You hear Remus’ footsteps in the hallway and you know he’s heard you throwing up. He bangs on the door none too softly.

“Y/N?” He’s practically shouting. Panicked and about twice as loud as he usually talks. “Dove, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you say, though you really aren’t. Your breakfast came back up to haunt you and now it’s sitting in the toilet bowl. You refuse to look at it. You flush the toilet and heave yourself off the floor, legs shaky.

“Don’t lie,” Remus says bluntly. Then, softer, “I just heard you throw up, darling. Open the door, will you?”

You groan. Partly because he’s such a bossy boots. Mostly because you feel gross. “Give me a minute, Remus.”

You force yourself to the vanity to wash your hands and rinse out your mouth. You take your time doing so. Remus is antsy as ever by the time you finally open the door. You must look worse than you thought because his face goes from impatient to worried in about a millisecond.

“You’re sick,” he says, and he takes your face in his hands. His fingers feel icy cold on your hot skin. You suppose that’s a bad sign.

“I’m okay, Remus, really.” You’re far from okay. You’re dizzy and his touching isn’t helping. “I think it was just something I ate last night. I’m fine.”

Remus gives you this look that could probably set you on fire. “Stop being silly. You’re pale as death, baby. Come, lie down.”

He manhandles you to the bedroom and plants you on the bed. Pushes your shoulders down until your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you.

“Remus,” you whine, but it does feel pretty amazing to be lying down. You stop feeling so dizzy, at least. And your stomach stops churning. You want badly to surrender to the pull of the soft pillows. You also want badly to go out with Remus tonight.

Remus ignores your whining and sits down next to your hip. He leans over you, pushes your hair out of your face with a gentle hand and then takes one of your hands in both of his.

“You can’t go out tonight,” he says, and he at least sounds sympathetic. Like he’s delivering a death blow. It might as well be, to you.

You frown. “But we had plans,” you say uselessly. “I was excited.”

Remus softens. “Aw, honey, I know you were.” He steals one hand away to stroke down the side of your face with his knuckles. He’s gentler than he usually is. All soft and tender, his voice even softer. “But you’re too sick, sweetheart.”

You suddenly feel like crying. You’re not sure if it’s because you’re upset about the cancelled plans. Or because you feel gross. Or just because Remus is such a sweetheart. You suppose it’s a combination of all three.

“I hate being sick,” you say, and it comes out more pathetic than you’d meant. To your horror, a tear squeezes out of the corner of your eye, rolls down the side of your face onto Remus’ pillow.

Remus makes a pitying noise and twists around so he can face you properly. He bends at the waist to scoop you into his arms, lifting you off the bed a couple of inches to pull you into his chest, one arm bent at your upper back so he can hold your head up against his shoulder and the other circled around your waist.

“I know, honey,” he murmurs, stroking the back of your head gently. “It sucks, hm? But we can go as soon as you’re better, I promise.”

Tears spill out of your eyes against your will and soak into Remus’ soft t-shirt. “I wanted to go tonight,” you say pathetically.

Remus sighs. All sympathetic and soft. You know you’re being a baby. At this point you want to be babied by him.

“Honey,” he says into your hair. “I don’t think you could hold down your dinner even if you wanted to.”

You know he’s right. You hate that he’s right. You grumble into his shoulder and try not to cry some more.

Eventually Remus calms you down enough to get you into your pyjamas. He sits you up and hands you your sleep shorts and one of his shirts but you’re weak and dizzy even when you’re only sitting down, so he resigns himself to dressing you. He tugs your uncomfortable work trousers down to your ankles and pulls them off. Helps you get your feet into your shorts and then shimmies them up your legs and over your hips. When he gets to unbuttoning your blouse you try to do it yourself but he swats your hands away.

“Don’t, angel,” he says, stern but soft. “I’ll do it.”

You can’t really say no to that. He unbuttons your blouse and folds it neatly on top of your pants. Pushes his arms around your back to undo the clasp on your bra, peeling it away from your chest. Any other time you’d be a little shy and a lot excited that he’s undressing you like this. That you’re bare-chested in his bed. But right now you just want to sleep. He helps you into his t-shirt and then grasps your shoulders to get you to lay back down.

“M’gonna get you some water,” he says, standing up and taking your work clothes with him. “Do you think you need a bucket?” He doesn’t give you any time to answer. “I’ll get one just in case.”

He disappears for a few minutes. You’re still upset about not being able to make it out tonight — but you’ll admit you’re feeling better now, especially with Remus looking after you so diligently. He returns with an empty container and a big bottle of cold water.

“Here, dove.” He holds out the bottle to you and makes you take a sip, sliding a hand under your head to help you lift it off the pillows. “I found some anti-nausea in the cabinet, did you want to take some?”

“Yeah, please.”

Remus pops the pills out of their packet and makes you take them right out of his hand. You swallow them with some more water and Remus smiles at you.

“Good girl,” he praises softly, his thumb dragging over the corner of your mouth where a drop of water is escaping.

Your stomach turns for reasons that have nothing to do with your being ill.

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[sexymoonmansslut]

muse remus <3

yay pt 2 and second component to photographer sirius :))

bc they’re obsessed w each other and would definitely be each others muse and artist cmon now

[pandalilysavior]

she’s actually my wife like LOOK AT THEM

art by @/cutegirlsart on instagram 🫶

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Guys the stupid 4 guys and friends from Harry Potter’s dead parents time are crawling back into my brain HELP ME

[reddje]

my official ask for marauders and wolfstar and jegulus and james potter loving mutuals

[thestralsofspinnersend]

An Ever Fixed Mark

Chapter 3: Winged Cupid Painted Blind

Read the whole thing on ao3 here!

She spent a lot of time with Remus in those two weeks as the Order set them about their new research tasks. 

“How is he?” Lily asked Remus one afternoon, unable to stop herself from prying. 

Remus didn’t look up from the parchment he had been reading but she saw his eyebrows raise and the little smirk pull at the corner of his mouth. 

“He’s fine,” Remus said, annoyingly. 

She huffed. 

“He’s rather like a giddy school girl to be honest,” he amended. 

Lily couldn’t stop the smile that lit up her face nor stop the infestation of butterflies that had taken over her insides from spreading. Remus was looking at her, eyes narrowed. 

“Oh my god.” 

“What!” she demanded, furious with herself that she couldn’t hide the smile. 

“You really do like him.” 

“Shut up!” She waded up a piece of parchment and threw it at him. “Kind of! Yes! Ugh !”

“Awww, are you blushing?” he teased. 

“Remus!”

“What! I’ve never seen you do anything as pedestrian as blush over a boy before and I honestly can’t believe it’s for James Potter.”

“I know!” She dropped her head onto the table. “I hate it!”

“It’s very cute.” Remus smiled. “James has been obsessed with you since he was eleven. Which I can finally tell you, now that you’re dating.”

“So his mum said,” she mumbled into a stack of parchment, trying to hide her pleased, blushing grin.

“He took you to meet his parents?” Remus looked astounded. 

“Hasn’t he told you any of this?” 

“I haven’t seen him much, and he doesn’t kiss and tell. Never has.” Remus shrugged. “I know he and Sirius seemed like huge slags, because, well— they kind of are— were — but the locker room talk has always been incredibly sparse. Which, I for one, have always appreciated. So, no, he hasn’t said much of anything at all aside from looking disgustingly happy and constantly searching the couch cushions for loose coins.”

“We haven’t slept together.” Lily admitted. “We’re waiting.”

“For… marriage?” Remus’s eyes were wide with incredulity. 

“Oh God no.” Lily burst into laughter. “Fifth date.”

“ Why ?” 

“It was my idea, and now I can't remember why I thought it was sound logic.” 

“Oh, and now he’s holding out on you ?” Remus was giggling, gleeful and smug. 

“It’s not funny!” Lily whined, tossing more paper at him. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly and I cant believe it’s James Potter . Who am I? When did this happen?

“It’s kind of sweet.” Remus was still grinning. 

“No! It’s awful!” Lily protested. “I spent seven years disparaging him! And now look at me! Debasing myself!”

[localwolfgoesawooo]

james potter with chest hair and a beard truthers unite

[llinstarr]

Happy birthday to the only man ever.

[t1oui]

thinking about james who does not understand social cues AT ALL driving lily up the wall bc she’s trying to be his wingman but he sucks at flirting/making moves/knowing when to flirt and/or make moves etc

james and regulus dancing together and lily is standing off to the side trying to motion for james to kiss regulus and james is just like “huh?” and reg is like “what are you looking at? look at ME” and finally she gets fed up and grabs remus and kisses him and then turns to james like DO THAT and he does

[snadwich-underscore]

im so normal about remus lupin

thank you lily for getting me into marauders

[hxc66]

Conversations with my not girlfriend that remind me of marauders characters part 3.

Gray = Lily

Blue = James

(Could also be wolfstar but definitely James and Lily)