#remus lupin come back to me

[bunnisreality]

sigh ☹️

Non shifters will never understand the physical pain of yearning for your partner who's realities away.

[that-bitch-kat3]

marauders era characters as shit my friends have done:

wolfstar would get into a fight that they won’t tell anyone about and flee to opposite ends of the country rather than communicate.

[hyacinthstars]

god gives her toughest battles (ao3 being down) to her strongest soldiers (gay teenager whos entire life revolves around dead gay wizards)

[deadpeopleinc]

Even more marauders era headcanons/fun facts from my au for them (some are really out of context)

There are 4 small clown dolls in the Gryffindor common room that are moved around daily solely to scare James

Remus had a buzz cut in 1st year and will pretend he doesn't know what your talking about if you bring it up

Regulus never really came out about being trans, he just kinda showed up one year as a boy and everyone was too scared of the Black family to question it

This then led to rumors that Regulus pre-transition was a different family member who was kicked out

That led to Sirius (somehow) managing to convince the entire Hogwarts population that Regulus was always there, and that his younger sister was a mass hallucination/Mandela effect

Every 'conversation' between Peter and Remus makes it seem like they don't even like each other, they're each other's favorites

James and Remus can't sit through horror movies without at least a little tears of fear

James is a childhood friend to like a fourth of Hogwarts

Barty never pulls a prank that is completely safe, a chance of death is essential

Concealing charms don't work on animingus forms, so Sirius had to come up with a bullshit excuse as to why his dog form is half white

Peter and Remus were cheerleaders in 3rd year after James and Sirius dared them to. This dare only happened bc they refused to play quidditch

Dorcas managed to hide her and Marlene's relationship for 8 months, solely bc of how unobservant her friends are

Mary was a theater kid and will cry if you bring it up

Sirius knew about jegulus before they even got together, but it took them months to actually tell him bc Sirius had a habit of pretending he was bothered by the idea and they thought he was being genuine

Narcissa has star based nicknames for everyone in her family

Sirius took up calling Narcissa Polaris so she wouldn't feel left out bc she's the only one without a star name

No one actually knows why Narcissa wasn't given a star name, not even the rest of the Black family

Barty likes to pretend the fact that both of his 'crushes' (Evan being his boyfriend) being blonde with blue eyes says nothing about his type

Peter can't tell the difference between when someone is genuinely flirting with him or making fun of him, rosekiller's aggressive flirting doesn't help

Sirius is weirdly into origami

Lucius and Narcissa treat Snape like their practice child

Marlene and James 'dated' when they were like 6 bc they thought it meant they got their family's money quicker

Sirius has a sweet tooth, Snape does too and they both hate it because of that

James is, surprisingly, more of an introvert than a extrovert

Sirius knows he's actually a Slytherin and won't wear green because he thinks it'll make it obvious to everyone else, it wouldn't

It's extra devastating because green is definitely his color

Regulus was supposed to be a Gryffindor and everyone can tell

Like he acts like every other Slytherin, he just has a vibe about him

Snape gossips with almost every professor and painting at Hogwarts

There's an incident board in the infirmary dedicated to the marauders

Lily keeps a small bag of cat treats for the strays at Hogwarts

Remus is allergic to pinecones

Peter is Russian and grew up there, but he can't stand the cold

Once again, that is it for now. These are fun to make so there will be more, but alas, I bid my farewells (for now)

[mikeluciraphgabe]

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

[inkyarcturus]

Fun idea I’ve had bouncing around about Remus:

You know how queer/neurodivergent kids have that one teacher that they bond to? You know what I’m talking about- you’ve seen the memes about the gay kid and the English/art teacher bond.

I like to imagine that Remus just has a tiny group of kids who hung out in his classroom to feel safe.

He would leave his door open constantly and during lunch, he would offer to call a house elf for hot chocolate, tea, biscuits or other sweets for the kids. If he noticed one of his kids doesn’t eat lunch, he would quietly pull them to the side and ask what was up.

The kids would talk to him abt literally anything under the sun. Some would even go and ask for help for other classes (quite a few for potions, none of which were slytherins)

He’d have a small bowl of pride pins and flags up for grabs on his desk which his kids occasionally take, always causing him to give a little smile to the kid.

I don’t know. I just image Remus as the designated safe teacher. He’d be the one to notice a kid struggling and offer help or ask what’s wrong. He’d be the one that students go to when they have problems at home, were being bullied or just needed someone to talk to.

[rosamariaa]

I've been thinking a lot about a remus/sirius Ministry of Magic office AU..

Often I see ppl talking about what would Sirius work with if there wasn't a war going on and he could just live his life in peace and one of my favorite headcanons is that he would be an 'Unspeakable'. Those are the ppl that work in the department of mysteries, that by itself is one of coolest things in the wizarding world, according to me. The department of mysteries is responsible for confidential studies of death, love, time etc (A lot of crazy things that honestly no one should have to mess with but obvs they do anyways...) It's high-level security place, no one besides the researchers are allowed in those chambers. No one even knows who are those researchers and what they do, actually.

Buut, its sirius we are talking about and the guy is a genius but also can be pretty reckless and, in this specific scenario, I think he would be a borderline "crazy scientist" so. He fucks up down the line. I don't know what he does, exactly, but it's something that put his and others researchers' lives at risk. Bc of that, he is sent to work in a waaay more mundane department: Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. It's a cool department!! Remember that first poa scene where harry turns aunt marge into a balloon etc? well those are the guys who they call to fix that. They even have a Obliviators division, responsible for changing Muggles' memory in case they are exposed to accidental magic. Those guys are full of themselves and annoying as hell, btw.

and I see Sirius being sent there, after The Accident. It's cool in theory, but most of the time it's puuuure paperwork and it bores sirius to no end.

well, guess who works there as well. Our guy, Remus j. lupin.

Remus isn't one to do field work so he mostly works in the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee division (god I love those long ass names). Basically he comes up with stuff to excuse magic happening in the muggle world etc. like when peter killed a bunch of muggles and the muggle paper said it was a "big gas explosion". Pure paperwork. Boring as hell.

Anyway, Sirius turns up there out of nowhere and he is the office sweetheart. It fucking boggles remus mind, like. Sirius always goes to the office parties and seems to be friends with everyone but no one knows anything about this guy. He just gets there, a almost 30 yo with a bunch of obscure work experience and no one knows what he did before that, who his family is, where he is from and how the hell does he knows the stuff that he knows.

Sirius is great at field work, he mostly works directly in the Obliviators division and remus is really great with the paperwork stuff sooo they get paired up a lot. At first, they are a bit annoyed by each other (my fav wolfstar flavor). It's funny because they actually agree with almost everything but they just approach things veeery differently and so they are bickering all the damn time. And Sirius is a Certified Little Shit™ and is constantly doing things that drives remus a bit crazy. Once they had a case of a water fountain exploding bc two wizards were fighting in a public park and instead of obliviating the muggles into believing it was only a piping problem or whatever, he went out of his way to turn it into a sort of elaborate flash mob that went viral on tiktok. Remus spent the night awake documenting everything. He wanted to strangle sirius that day.

between late nights working and lots of crazy field work (thanks to sirius) those two end up getting closer and closer. Remus still thinks Sirius is a bit insane, but now in a I-want-you-to-fuck-me-into-this-desk type way. Sirius, on the other hand, doesn't let go of his previous research. I think that back then he would, specifically, study and experiment a lot with Love, in special familial love (yep.) The thing about those confidential dept. of mysteries' experiments is that they can be pretty... unethical. And that's the break point of their story: Remus finding out about Sirius research and finally wondering at what lengths did sirius went to understand something as complicated as Love and what the fuck he did to get banished from the department back then, and worse: if he ever used remus in those experiments. and even more worse: The fact that remus doesn't stop loving him even if he did.

A last fun fact is that they, at one point, would have an inside joke about that "MIB: man in black" movie, they watched it together one late night and sirius kept referencing it when he went to obliviate muggles and remus thought it was the funniest silliest thing ever

[rewritingcanon]

no i have to fight with the tiktok wolfstar shippers i have to

[rip-marauders]

rip sirius black you would have loved participating in the Celine Dion transition trend with dropping the bathrobe to look glamorous and your hair being a paid actor

[bunnisreality]

What's in my marauders DR bag!! <3

[here-for-a-good-time-hopefully]

Remus is a blues/folk singer and I can imagine him singing ‘It Will Come Back’ by Hozier to Sirius

Both a warning and a call for him

[c0rl3on1s]

it will come back but it’s remus john lupin

[oneluckygoose]

Who’s said it before? Probably a lot of people.

Will I say it again? Absolutely, it needs to be said.

It Will Come Back by Hozier is actually just Remus. Said and done, it is actually just Remus Lupin and no one can claim otherwise.

[imsiriuslyreading]

i literally hate it here i’m not kidding where does it end? how can there be such wholesome innocent conversations just TAINTED WITH HEARTBREAK AND GRIEF? anyway happy monday love u

[padfootastic]

I always think it's funny when people claim that the other marauders wouldn't have forgiven Sirius for the 'prank'.

You mean Peter 'the rat' Pettigrew and James 'won't spend an hour a day without being able to talk to sirius' potter??!

no but this!!!

peter is a conniving little bitch who cares for nothing but his perverse self-satisfaction, which he often gets at the expense of others' misery (v bullied kid who turns into a bully vibe going on for our fav rat tbh)

and james?? please. literally one of my biggest turn offs in a fic is when it's shown that james either 'chooses' remus over sirius or punishes sirius by like, not talking to him or something. and this is totally a personal preference ofc, but i just--cant see james withholding love as a form of punishment, not when he accepts sirius unconditionally (and knows thats exactly what his family did)

there's also the very simple matter of--he just fundamentally wouldnt be able to kick sirius to second place in his life ykno? and not for snape, of all things. i also personally hc the prank went much different than the usual fanon and therefore, take it less seriously bc i dont care for the angst it creates so ykno. even less possibility of any sort of long lasting consequences.

[mischievousmoony]

tearing up btw this is beautiful, your writing is always so stunning

Promises

Pairing: Remus Lupink x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Remus get glimpses of their past life every time they touch

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: soulmate!au, past life memories, angst

A/N 💌 Repost!

September 10th, 1973

It felt strangely familiar, an echo from a distant memory. There was something about him that sparked recognition as if you had known him once before. But it wasn’t possible. You had never crossed paths with this boy, never encountered him before. You were sure of it; his presence would have left a mark on your memory.

But every detail about him resonated with a sense of familiarity. You knew him, but you had never met him before.

From the tousled brown locks to the warmth in his soft brown eyes, radiating kindness. His shy smile, a flicker of vulnerability, and genuine warmth illuminated his face, setting a flutter through your stomach. The array of scars that adorned his pale skin. Even the way he laughed, with a genuine, carefree spirit, stirred something deep within—a flicker of recognition that lingered on the edges of your consciousness, waiting to be deciphered.

You stood, transfixed, in the bustling hallway of Hogwarts. Despite the pressing hour, the pull in your chest diverted your attention. Your feet rooted to the spot, your gaze drawn irresistibly to the boy just a few steps away.

Resisting the compelling urge to draw nearer, to feel his presence close to yours, you inhaled deeply, the weight of the moment heavy on your chest. Mentally preparing to pivot and stride toward your classroom, you hesitated. Then, his eyes met yours, a silent connection that arrested your heart, suffusing your being with a comforting warmth. It was a sensation of profound familiarity, akin to the embrace of a beloved after prolonged separation or the gentle touch of sunlight after days shrouded in rain.

You had met him before; you were sure of it now.

November 7th, 1975

It didn’t take long to learn his name: Remus Lupin. 

In the years following your initial encounter with him, his renown had grown significantly. As one of the four marauders, his presence resonated throughout the castle and was recognized by nearly everyone. He was regarded as sensible and known for his unwavering loyalty, boundless kindness, and selfless nature.

You had never engaged in conversation with him, finding solace in silently observing from a distance. However, in those infrequent moments when your gaze met his, it felt as if time itself paused, and a unique connection formed between you two. The surroundings faded away, leaving only the quiet acknowledgment shared in those silent exchanges.

It was as if your souls recognized each other, whispering of an unspoken history. Was that possible? 

Your grandmother often spoke of soulmates, eagerly sharing the story of how she had met your grandfather and instantly recognized him as the one. She would describe a sense of familiarity that enveloped her, as though she had loved him in a past life.

You had often questioned whether she genuinely believed her own words or if she had merely embellished the tale. Yet, when you gazed at Remus Lupin, understanding settled within you.

You were left in contemplation after every transporting glance, wondering whether he sensed the same inexplicable connection.

“Oh shit!” Lost in your thoughts, you scarcely registered the collision as a body slammed into your back, sending your book tumbling from your grasp with a resounding thunk against the ground. Startled, you whirl around, only to meet the panicked gaze of Sirius Black staring back at you.

"Merlin, I am so sorry!" Sirius sputters, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you on the shoulder. James and Peter stand behind him, their expressions clouded with guilt. 

It was clear they were caught up in roughhousing. Yet, what caught you off guard was seeing all three of them lingering near the entrance to the classroom. Normally, they'd dash in just moments before being tardy. In contrast, you tended to arrive early, relishing the calm before the storm of class. You had been leaning against the cold stone, lost in your thoughts, when Sirius collided into you with unexpected force.

Your eyes dart between each of the boys, searching for someone. Then, a voice interrupts your thoughts, and you find what you're looking for: "Here."

Remus Lupin stands before you, extending your battered copy of Jane Eyre in his outstretched hand. Your breath seems to have escaped your lungs, stolen by the moment, and your eyes are locked onto him. It's the closest you've ever been to him, and perhaps that's for the best, because every inch of your body tingles as if electrified.

"Thank you." You manage to mutter, your voice barely above a breath. As you reach out to take the book, your fingers accidentally skim over his thumb. Surprised, your eyes flicker down to where your skin brushed against his, simultaneously with Remus's gaze.

Instantaneously, a memory rushes back to you in an overwhelming wave. 

The gentle pressure of his hands on your waist as he twirls you around, the velvety tones of Billie Holiday’s voice emanating from the radio, the lingering aroma of dinner in the air, and the subtle taste of wine still lingering on your tongue.

As you sway to the rhythm, the soft glow of candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across the living room. The warmth of his touch, the gentle embrace of the wine settling in your belly, and the enchanting melody of the music all conspire to lull you into a state of contentment.

"I'll love you forever, m’love." He whispers softly, his gaze tender as he looks down at you. Your hair, elegantly styled, frames your face, and your lips, once adorned with a striking red, are now muted from the repeated press of the wine glass.

"I don't want you to go." You whisper, your voice barely audible, grappling with the looming prospect of his deployment. The mere thought of him not returning home to you tightens your throat, anticipating the tears that threaten to spill.

“I’ll always come back to you.” He promises, holding you tighter to him.

Remus jerks away from you, his expression mirroring the shock reverberating through you. Locked in a silent exchange of wide-eyed astonishment, you both stand there, grappling with the undeniable connection that just surged between you. There's no denying it; he must have felt it too. The way he’s looking at you 

Sirius, James, and Peter observe the two of you with perplexed expressions etched on their faces. With a muttered excuse me, you swiftly twirl around and stride into the classroom, leaving Remus to stare after you, his expression frozen in dumbfounded shock.

January 5th, 1976

For a week straight, the boys badgered Remus, demanding to know what had transpired between him and his Jane. Sirius had taken to calling you Jane, as none of the boys knew your actual name. Despite their persistence, Remus staunchly refused, adamantly denying that anything had happened at all.

In truth, he harbored a desire to hold onto the peculiar memory ignited by your touch. It felt astonishingly real, almost tangible in its vividness. Yet, he found himself at a loss for how to comprehend it, let alone process it, so he chose to bury it instead.

"There's Jane!" James exclaims, pointing you out as you navigate your way to the Hufflepuff table, settling in among your friends.

Lily's brow furrows. "Her name isn't Jane."

Suddenly intrigued by the conversation, Remus interjects, "You know her name?"

As Lily says your name, Remus feels that same jolt of familiarity he's experienced just a few months before, and every time he sees you, really. He repeats it incessantly in his mind, the name rolling off his tongue with a sense of familiarity that sends shivers down his spine. He's uttered this name before, though the memory remains elusive, haunting him like a half-remembered dream.

His mind drifts back, enveloped in the memory of twirling you around the cozy living room, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. He recalls the sensation of holding you close, feeling the warmth of your body against his, and the gentle brush of your wine-stained lips against his own. The faint scent of dinner lingering in the air, mingling with the sweet notes of the wine, creating an ambiance that he can almost reach out and touch. It's a memory so vivid, it's as if he's transported back to that moment, reliving every detail with startling clarity.

"Is she in our year?" Sirius asks, casting a curious glance at Remus, who appears just as dazed as he did the moment he touched you, lost in a world of his own thoughts.

"Yeah, she's incredibly sweet. I've been partnered with her in Potions before. Oddly enough, she sort of reminds me of Remus," Lily remarks, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. The boys steal a glance at Remus, who appears visibly startled by Lily's comparison.

"You know what's funny—" James begins, but before he can finish, Remus stands up abruptly, snatching his bag. He's not interested in James's humor at the moment; all he wants is to escape. His mind is a whirlwind, consumed by thoughts of you, and he can't shake them off.

"Don't feel very good, I'm gonna go lie down." He mutters gruffly before turning to walk away. His friends watch him depart, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

February 2nd, 1976

You had convinced yourself that whatever you felt, that haunting memory, was merely a byproduct of sleep deprivation. It had to have been, how else could you have explained it? Yet, each time your paths intersected and your gazes met, that inexplicable sense of familiarity would wash over you, leaving you grappling with unspoken emotions.

It had been a few months since the moment you and Remus had touched, yet the memory continued to flicker vividly in your mind, haunting your thoughts nearly every day. You longed for the presence of your grandmother, wishing you could confide in her about the inexplicable connection you felt. Somehow, you knew she would have an explanation for you. 

But deep down, you knew her inevitable conclusion: soulmates.

Soulmates weren’t real, it was just a term to describe how strongly two people felt about each other, right? You hadn't encountered anyone else who described an experience quite like yours. It seemed improbable, almost inconceivable.

But what else could it be? Perhaps, against all reason, you and Remus were soulmates. The idea hit you so abruptly that you found yourself momentarily breathless, nearly stumbling over your own feet. Shaking off the profound realization, you forced yourself to let go of thoughts about Remus and refocus on the present. Class is about to start, and you're not there yet — that needs your immediate attention.

As you collide with someone, you instinctively know it's Remus before you even lay eyes on him. His hand finds your waist, anchoring you, and your own hands fly to his shoulder, seeking stability.

There it is again, a newfound memory crashing into you.

"Promise me." Your voice pleads, your hands clinging tightly to his as you gaze up at him. Tears shimmer in your eyes, and you fight to keep them from falling, not wanting to add to his burden. Despite his attempts to hide it, he’s scared, and you can see right through his facade.

The sounds of farewells fill the air around you: children weeping, wives professing their love to their husbands, mothers ensuring their sons have everything they need. It's a cacophony of heartache, the anguish in everyone's voice echoing the weight of impending separation.

You despise it all, an urge to turn around and head home with him tugging at your heartstrings.

"I promise you. I will do everything in my power to make it back to you.” He vows, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. A sob escapes your lips as you cling to him tightly, unwilling to let go.

"M’love," He begins, his fingers tenderly brushing over your hair, a gentle attempt to offer solace in the face of overwhelming emotions. He understands his limitations, knowing he can only do so much. "I need you to look at me."

You comply, meeting his gaze. He presses your foreheads together, his hands cradling your cheeks. Tears cascade down your cheeks unabated, and you flinch at the anguished cries of a woman bidding farewell to her son nearby.

“I will come back to you, whether it’s in this life or the next. D’you hear me?”

You're the one who instinctively pulls away from Remus this time, a shiver coursing through you as the memory floods your senses. From the look on his face, etched with bewilderment and disbelief, you can tell he's relived the same haunting recollection.

"I don't understand," he starts, his hands momentarily rubbing at his eyes in a gesture of disbelief. He lowers them, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that speaks volumes. "Tell me you saw it too," his voice trembles, a whisper weighted with uncertainty.

"I did," you confirm softly, feeling a surge of empathy. Taking a tentative step closer, you meet his gaze with reassurance. "Can I touch you again? I just want to see..” Your voice trails off as Remus nods and comes closer.

The hallways are deserted now, the notion of attending class fading into oblivion for both of you.

Remus extends his hand towards you, and you delicately place yours in his. Your hand trembles, betraying the bubbling of emotions within you, and Remus draws you closer as he notices.

The memory continues on easily in his grasp.

"You have to come back, I can't do this without you," You implore him, your voice trembling with emotion.

"You can, you have before." He reminds you gently, his thumb tenderly brushing away the tears on your cheeks.

"It's not the same without you." You insist, your heart heavy with the weight of impending separation.

He yearns to remind you of the countless lifetimes you've shared together, where even amidst separation in one, you've always managed to find each other again in the next. You know this, but it doesn’t make the pain of it any easier on either of you.

"We always find our way back to each other. No matter what happens, we'll find each other again." He assures you, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. 

"We're soulmates." Remus murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it reverberates through the air, heavy with emotion. Tears glisten in your eyes at the weight of his words, a confirmation of what your heart has always known.

"We are." You affirm softly, your voice trembling with shock. With a surge of emotion, you toss your arms over his shoulders, seeking solace in his embrace. Remus responds immediately, enfolding you in his arms, holding you close as if he never intends to let go.

It feels like coming home.