#remus lupin is the fictional love of my life

[fallingstarsburn]

wolfstar my beloved <3

[fallingstarsburn]

save me band au remus lupin

save me

remus lupin 🎸🫶🏼✨

[fatherfigureneeded]

sirius black loved The Rocky Horror Picture Show. i don't make the rules. he loved it at a late muggle film night, as soon as the lips came on screen and started singing Science Fiction/Double Feature, and he loved it when he walked out of the theater, gushing about Dr. Frank N Furter's magnificent outfits.

he wanted to dress up as him for halloween the first chance he got, and if you want to make this depressing, you can think that the halloween he was planning on dressing up was 1981, and everyone was going as someone

[enfphasis]

i am indeed so very enamoured of every remus lupin to ever remus lupin

[prettiestst4r]

Where does one find a Remus Lupin?

Seriously (haha), I'm desperate.

[gg-xoxo]

My first shot at writing fan-fiction, because I’ve read way to many for it to be healthy 😂

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Lily Evans had always prided herself on being independent. She could carry her own books, face her own demons, and fight her own battles. It was just how she was wired. But James Potter? He didn’t just challenge her independence; he wrapped it in a warm embrace and asked to be a part of it.

He didn’t try to smother her fire; no, James made it blaze brighter. He was infuriatingly persistent in the best ways—carrying her bag even after she rolled her eyes, pulling her into his lap mid-argument, and reminding her, in those subtle ways only he could, that letting someone care for you wasn’t a weakness.

On this particular Friday evening, Lily was perched on the Gryffindor common room sofa, legs curled beneath her, a book spread across her lap. James lay with his head resting on her thighs, his glasses slightly askew as her fingers moved absentmindedly through his messy black hair.

“Lils,” James murmured, his voice muffled as he turned slightly to bury his face in the soft fabric of her sweater. “I think this is my favorite thing in the world.

She laughed softly, eyes still scanning the page. “You say that about every new thing we do.”

“Yeah, but this one’s different.” He shifted slightly, his hazel eyes gazing up at her. “This one involves you and me and the best scalp massage I’ve ever had.”

She shook her head fondly, finally lowering her book to meet his gaze. “You’re impossible, Potter.”

“And yet,” he grinned, his hand reaching up to gently take hers, “here you are. Completely smitten.”

Lily rolled her eyes but didn’t bother denying it. She was smitten. Absolutely, head-over-heels, terrifyingly in love with James Potter.

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Later that week, Lily found herself sitting across from Remus Lupin in the cozy Gryffindor common room. The fire crackled between them, and the soft glow of candlelight danced across the room as they sipped on goblets of wine.

James and Sirius had gone off to some wild escapade—undoubtedly involving the Invisibility Cloak and some elaborate prank—but Lily didn’t mind. Nights like these, spent in quiet companionship with Remus, were her reprieve.

“So,” Remus began, swirling the wine in his goblet like he was far older than seventeen. “How’s the love life?”

Lily snorted. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He smirked. “Just curious. James hasn’t stopped grinning since the day you said yes. It’s almost concerning.”

Her cheeks flushed as she leaned back in her chair. “He’s… he’s something else, isn’t he?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

They fell into comfortable silence, the kind that only years of friendship could forge. Lily appreciated Remus’s quiet presence, his steady demeanor that balanced out the chaos of the Marauders. He was a grounding force in a whirlwind of laughter and pranks.

“I gave him flowers yesterday,” Lily said suddenly, her lips curving into a small smile at the memory.

Remus’s eyebrows shot up. “Flowers? You?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, feigning offense.

“Nothing!” He held up his hands defensively, though his grin betrayed him. “I just didn’t peg you as the flower-giving type.”

“Well, boys deserve tokens of love too,” she said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of her wine.

“What did he do?” Remus asked, clearly intrigued.

Lily’s smile widened. “He just… looked at them. For ages. Like he couldn’t believe they were his. Then he pulled me into this ridiculous, spinning hug, nearly knocked over half the furniture in the common room.”

Remus laughed, shaking his head. “That sounds like him.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, her heart swelling. “It does.”

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James Potter had a gift for feeling everything. It was one of the many reasons Lily loved him, but it was also what worried her the most.

When James loved, he loved deeply. When he laughed, it was with his whole soul. And when he took on the burdens of others—whether it was Sirius’s fractured family, Remus’s guilt over his condition, or Peter’s constant insecurity—he felt it all as if it were his own.

Sometimes, it became too much.

Lily found him sitting alone in the Astronomy Tower one night, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed. He didn’t look up when she approached, but the way his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly told her he knew it was her.

“James?” she said softly, crouching down beside him.

He shook his head, refusing to meet her eyes. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t push, didn’t demand he talk. Instead, she settled beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.

They sat in silence, the cool night air wrapping around them like a blanket. Slowly, James’s breathing evened out, his head tilting to rest against hers.

“Sometimes I reckon I’m not strong enough for all of it,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible.

“You are,” Lily said firmly, her fingers intertwining with his. “You’re the strongest person I know. But you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

He turned to her then, his eyes glassy but filled with gratitude. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You let me in,” she said simply.

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For all his bravado and confidence, James Potter was a surprisingly tactile person. He thrived on physical affection—hands brushing, arms around waists, stolen kisses in empty corridors. But his favorite thing, without a doubt, was pulling Lily into his lap.

It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing. If there was a chair, a sofa, or even just a patch of grass, James would find a way to settle Lily against him.

“James, I can walk, you know,” Lily protested one afternoon as he scooped her up and plopped her onto his lap in the middle of the library.

“Sure you can,” he said, his arms wrapping securely around her waist. “But this is more fun.”

Madam Pince shot them a glare from across the room, but James didn’t care.

“Are you always this ridiculous?” Lily asked, though she made no move to leave.

“Only when I’m madly in love,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She sighed, leaning back against him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons,” he said, his tone softening.

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Lily was stubborn to a fault. She hated asking for help, hated the idea of being seen as anything less than capable. It was one of the things James adored most about her—but it was also the source of their daily battle.

“I can carry it,” she said firmly, clutching a stack of textbooks that looked like they were moments away from toppling over.

“Lily, just let me—”

“No.” She cut him off, her green eyes blazing with determination. “I’ve got it.”

James sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You do realize I’m not offering because I think you can’t do it, right? I’m offering because I want to help.”

“Well, I don’t need help.”

“Merlin, you’re impossible,” he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone. Instead, he reached out and plucked the top three books from her pile before she could protest.

“James!”

“Lily!” he countered, mimicking her tone. “This isn’t about you being strong. I know you’re strong. Stronger than anyone I know. But sometimes, letting someone carry a bit of the weight doesn’t make you any less strong.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly, and James knew he’d won.

“You’re annoying,” she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“And you love me,” he replied, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah,” she said softly, leaning into him. “I do.”

[kquil]

hi pretty baby!! I have a very important question for you:

the year is coming to a close and it has brought us many great things (like your sweet sweet stories) and I'm simply dying to know.... if you were to do a 12 fics for 12 months sort of wrap up of your own blog, what would be your 12 most memorable fics of the year? which of your pieces really stood out to you? I'm eager to hear what my friends' proudest works are!

xx

i'm a pretty baby? my stories are sweet? ( /)///(\✿) AHHHHHHHH!

and that's such a fun thing to do as a way of rounding off the year omg! this requires some thought though, so i hope you don't mind if i take a while to answer

these fics aren't in any particular order but would say that the following are my 12 most memorable fics this year... (i will also include fics from my side blogs as those are my works too hehe~)

DIVORCING ORION BLACK CHAPTER 5

this was the fic that i first posted when i came back from my hiatus so it holds a special place in my heart~

DIVORCING ORION BLACK CHAPTER 6

DIVORCING ORION BLACK CHAPTER 7

i'm including all updates for the DOB series because i honestly think it's my magnum opus and i managed to stay consistent with updates until the end of the year ever since coming back from my hiatus

JAMES POTTER | HOW TO DRESS (nsfw)

this is from my nsfw side blog ; it took me an entire year to write this oneshot for james and it's 16k words long, which makes it the longest fic i have ever written AND it's the first ever NSFW oneshot I've ever written and posted haha! so it represents a big milestone for me

SIRIUS BLACK | BIKER BOY

this was dedicated to one of my dearest moots and close friends here @somewereinthegalaxi / @thebestofoneshots and was a fun little way of showcasing an interest we both share motorbikes, biker boy boyfriends and sirius black (づ> v <)づ♡ 

REGULUS BACK | HOLD HER PART 2

i've always loved the trope of characters being given insight into their futures somewhat, in fact, a niche of fanfiction i adore reading is based on that e.g marauders watching/reading the harry potter movies/books or harry traveling back in time and interacting with the marauders -- this is my little way of finally dabbling in the trope without writing another fix-it fic atop DOB (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

REMUS LUPIN | ONE NEGRONI

this combined a guilty pleasure of mine, mob boss aus and the marauders, mainly featuring our beloved Remus Lupin -- it just seemed natural making him the mob boss  (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) hehe~

JAMES POTTER | GENUINE

i literally couldn't sleep until i wrote this and i'm so happy i did too because you darlings seemed to really enjoy it too! now i have a deep love for the actor james x singer reader trope (๑>◡<๑)

JAMES POTTER | LIKE LOVERS DO

this was sooo self-indulgent ( /)///(\✿) it's a manifestation of my love for james potter and the friends to lovers trope -- this fic is secretly how i want to my relationship with james to blossom in another universe where he's no longer fictional and i have a chance at making him mine!

JAMES POTTER | BOUDOIR PHOTOSHOOT

i've been seeing tiktoks of this on my fyp for a long time and i kept thinking of james every time i saw it, my real life responsibilities kept getting in the way of me writing it until i finally committed writing it even if it meant sleeping super late again (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)   

GROUP EFFORT SERIES

this imagines series is from my mcu + misc. side blog and i predict having a lot of fun with it in the future ; i'm writing it from a random thought i had during my hiatus when i got into the mcu fandom, it went along the lines of: i wonder how the avengers would handle babysitting a baby like Jack-Jack from the Incredibles -- i slapped my love for single mother reader tropes on it and this imagines series was made!

THE PRINCESS' SEVEN MERCENARIES

after getting into the mcu fandom during my hiatus, i also fell in love with many of Chris Evans' characters and started reading fics about them too, combine that with my love for fairy tale aus, drawing inspiration from a writer with a phenomenal nsfw fairy tale series and you get this snow white au series with seven of my favourite Chris Evans characters (。>\\<)♡

damn... look at this list makes me realise how much i've written this year despite my hiatus -- i need to give myself more credit since half the time i feel like i'm not writing enough omg! thank you so much for prompting me to do this, my love!

[without-armor-or-not-at-all]

ttpd songs as fictional characters

Fortnight: Adam and Juliette (Shatter Me)

The Tortured Poets Department: Remus Lupin (Harry Potter, All the Young Dudes)

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: The Darkling (Grishaverse)

Down Bad: Kenji and Nazeera (Shatter Me)

So Long, London: Marauders after the war (All The Young Dudes)

But Daddy I Love Him: Sophie and Keefe (KOTLC)

Fresh Out The Slammer: Nina and Matthias (SoC)

Florida!!!: Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games)

Guilty as Sin?: insert your fav "she fell first, he fell harder" here

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?: Juilette Ferrars (Shatter Me)

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): Inej and Kaz (Six of Crows)

loml: Jo and Laurie (Little Women)

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart: Finnick Odair (Hunger Games)

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: literally every woman in the grishaverse to the darkling

The Alchemy: David and Genya (Grishverse)

Clara Bow: Addie LaRue (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue)

The Black Dog: Sirius Black (Harry Potter, All The Young Dudes)

imgonnagetyouback: James and Lily (All the Young Dudes, Harry Potter)

The Albatross: Zoya (Grishaverse)

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: Young Donna (Mamma Mia 2)

How Did It End?: Mia and Sebastian (La La Land)

So High School: Kate and Patrick (10 Things I Hate About You)

I Hate It Here: Belly Conklin (TSITP) Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

thanK you aIMee: Sophie Foster (KOTLC)

I Look In People's Windows: Lily and Snape (Harry Potter, All The Young Dudes)

The Prophecy: Rachel Dare (PJO)

Cassandra: Baghra (Shadow and Bone)

Peter: Jo and Laurie (Little Women)

The Bolter: Amy March (Little Women)

Robin: Biana Vacker (KOTLC)

The Manuscript: Mary MacDonald (All the Young Dudes)

[14thgalerie]

welcome to the library!

author's notes

any similarities with other works are purely coincidental, and not intended.

this is purely fictional. any name, institution, and other things mentioned in the story is fictional.

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💐 - author’s favourites

Marauder's Era;

James Potter

25 | [A, slight F] 💐

summary; from childhood innocence to warm, young love, James was surrounded by all forms of love. It was only a waiting game for the day he shared this promise to another, and he will bend and break his every bone to keep it.

25 - part 2 | [A]

summary; James is left to his own, unable to navigate through a life without her. Still, in his sorrow, he wonders if anything would be worth the suffering he put you through.

25 - part 3/alternate ending | [A, slight F]

summary; the tides have receded and all is calm and how it was.

shampoo thief | [F]

summary; in his bliss, James forgets a slight mishap before his accident, one that he was sure would be swept under the rug. he also forgets the fact that you can still be as terrifying when someone does something as trivial as stealing your shampoo.

i peeled my orange today | [A] 💐

summary; the show of love with a citrus fruit; and the hope that they never learn to do it.

Sirius Black

don't leave | [A]

summary; the hour of the attack on the potter's, Sirius heads straight to their house seeking an explanation for how it came to this. while, his wife, is left desperate as she pleads for him to stay by her side during a night where no one is safe.

Remus Lupin

quiet curiosity | [F]

summary; modern auror!remus is no friends with emotions. but one evening, he proves you wrong.

Tom Riddle

home | [A, slight F]

summary; In a chilling twist of events, you find your walls marred with splatters of crimson red, and at the epicenter stands your fiancé, a haunting nonchalance in his gaze.

Golden Trio's Era;

Theodore Nott

path to you | [A, F] 💐

summary; with a tumultuous past, Theo's life had always been marked by fear. his every thought and action overshadowed by his history, the darkness of his past ruining everything good in his life.

the one | [A, F, slight S]

summary; theodore wants to be the one, and you have no qualms about it.

dreamin' of him | [F, slight A ]

summary; you are consumed by not-so-innocent dreams that leaves you wide awake at night. however in the break of the morning light, an undeniable attraction blossoms that despite your friends' annoyance, you deny.

tell me why | [A, slight F]

summary; in a sudden and bewildering weekend, theo comes to find that you had severed your relationship without a reason at all. he is left wondering aimlessly for anything that will quall the barrage of questions that haunt him.

under pressure | [A]

summary; we all handle the pressure of exams differently, but you couldn't fully understand why a moment of celebration would have such a perplexing turn of events.

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

he waits and he waits forever | [A]

summary; excerpt of pure agony for draco.

notes:

- some of my fics are unedited, hence there will be some slight error. if you notice any of them, please feel free to let me know so i could everyone’s reading experience better!

- i am horrible at writing synopsis', so i'm sorry already

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[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

FOUR

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

THREE FIVE

You had a date with two men, two men who stood you up, didn't even bother to send a smoke signal to cancel everything. The worst part is that you got all dressed up, put on a nice dress and everything. How infuriating. And just as you're about to lie down on the bed and turn on the TV to try to forget the pathetic situation you find yourself in, someone knocks on your door.

"So, the idiot here and I are going to the bar on the other side of the forest to have some beers. As uninteresting as you may seem, it's worth giving you a chance to at least do something fun. What do you think?" Bellatrix asks as she leans abruptly against the corridor wall. Peter is standing beside her, looking uncomfortable at being called an idiot but much more focused on looking at you as if he wants to uncover your secrets.

"I think that's a rather rude way to ask someone if they want to go have a beer with you, but at the moment, my options are either to go with you or put on my pajamas, and I think it's worth giving you guys a chance." You say, grabbing your bag and then locking the door to your room. When you turn around, Peter looks at you as if you were some kind of different creature. A look that seems to mix curiosity with a sort of dread.

"Deep down, I know you want to go out with us because you don't want to be in the middle of what's going on between Remus and Sirius. Believe me, I know how you feel. Hogwarts doesn't offer many options for relationships, so sometimes I tried to have something casual with Remus or even with my boring cousin, but Sirius is simply… nothing is more important to those two than their relationship. So my advice is to stay away from them. Or at least don't have feelings for them. But if you do, be prepared." Bellatrix speaks as if she just wants to gossip about something or influence you even a little bit. You, who are walking beside her while Peter walks ahead of the two, don't know what to think. After all, you're a stranger. You can't demand anything from anyone.

"Danger, danger is all you'll get with Lupin. If you survive, you'll come out marked forever." Peter turns to you and says this. His body language seems to indicate that he's nervous, as if he's warning you of an impending attack. Bellatrix looks at him with a disapproving and almost furious look. You don't understand anything, but something inside you tells you to be more cautious.

"What Peter means is that getting involved with Remus can be dangerous, but not in a real sense. More like a romantic danger. You know how love triangles are, and if you manage to win one of them over, you'll have to deal with the other. But our friend Peter here is a bit too dramatic. He's a literature professor and has lost track of what's fiction and what's reality. Stay at Hogwarts for longer, and maybe you'll end up like that too." Bellatrix speaks as if she's trying to convince you of something, and you admit that she could easily persuade you to believe her, but something in you said that Peter wasn't exaggerating.

"My intention is not to meddle in the relationship between Black and Lupin. In fact, I don't even know how that relationship works. I just happened to meet them by chance and get closer." You speak as you walk through the forest. You look up, unable to see the moon and wondering if tonight you would see the hairy creature again. For a moment, you even think it could be a plan of Bellatrix and Peter to bring you into the middle of the forest and get rid of you, but then you start to think that you're being a bit paranoid. After all, why would they want to get rid of you?

"And finally, we've arrived at the quaintest local bar you'll find around here. I'll warn you upfront that not all patrons are good folks, but the beer is good and it's our only option." Bellatrix informs you as the three of you enter the establishment. The design of the place is cozy and simple, like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother's house. There's a fireplace right at the entrance, near an old and somewhat tattered-looking sofa. Some people are sitting on the sofa, drinking, while others are standing. Most are just having drinks and chatting. Others are smoking while playing pool in a part of the bar that seems to have a door. You imagine it must be the exit.

"I'll have a beer. Actually, make that two beers." You tell the bartender. He's an incredibly tall man with a long beard and hair. Despite not being sure if he heard your order, he nods. Bellatrix is placing her order while Peter seems to have gone to the restroom. He's so quiet, he could be mistaken for a mouse sneaking around.

"Would you like to dance?" Bellatrix asks as she grabs her drink. The bartender apparently didn't hear you, as he passed you a glass of whiskey and then went to serve another customer. You wonder how she plans to dance without music until you see a jukebox near where the smokers are. Bellatrix promptly goes over there and selects a song. "Kill of the Night" is the song she chooses, and she starts dancing with a certain rhythm towards you. You take your whiskey shot and then take Bellatrix's hand as you try to keep up with her pace. It's a dance that mainly involves the feet and hips. You're not the most coordinated person in the world, but you manage to keep up with her, even though she's holding a bottle of beer while dancing.

"Thank you for inviting me to come here. It was kind of you." You say as you're close to her. Then she pulls you closer and gives you a small kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you by surprise. You quickly push her away, not quite understanding. Not that she isn't attractive, but you just met her. Well, not that you're a prude.

"If you're interested in spending more time with more fun people, now you know where to find me." Bellatrix winks in your direction and heads towards where Peter went. You're not quite sure what to do, but suddenly you feel short of breath. You then head towards the exit of the bar. Bad idea. The more you walk in the same direction you came from, the more you feel lost. Going back would be an option, but you're a bit embarrassed. So you walk even further until you see someone approaching you at some speed. You clench your fists in a defensive position, preparing yourself. When you feel the person's body collide with yours, and you both roll into the forest. You get lost in the moment, feeling some rocks and branches touching your skin as you and the person roll on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill us both?" You say as soon as you stop rolling after hitting a tree. Your body already shows signs of feeling the impact, but your anger speaks louder. Especially when you realize who it is. Sirius, who is currently positioned right on top of you, says nothing. He just lightly presses his fingers over your mouth and shushes you. His hand smells nice, like vanilla. But you're itching to kick him where it would hurt most and get him off of you. Then you hear a loud, pained howl, as if from a wounded animal. You also notice that Sirius's arm is injured. And it's like a puzzle assembling itself right in front of you.

"Where's Lupin?" You ask, concerned. Sirius looks at you with a serious expression as if he's annoyed that you didn't shut up.

"I'd like to explain, but it'll be better if we stay quiet." Sirius says, almost against your mouth due to how close he is. You stare at him, feeling his blood touch your skin. He's losing a lot of blood. You need to help him.

"I'll distract whatever's coming. You try to find someone to help you. Don't try to be a hero. You'll die if you keep bleeding like this. Just run in a different direction from mine and try to stay alive." You say, gently pushing Sirius's body off of you and then figuring out how to get the creature's attention. Your only option was to do what the creature does best. So you let out a loud howl, trying to mimic the creature's noise. Soon, the sounds of the creature approaching can be heard. Sirius must have noticed that you were truly determined to attract the creature's attention, because he disappeared once you howled. You then started running as if your life depended on it. But before you left, you grabbed a branch. Your feet pound the ground at an unprecedented speed as you flee from the creature. But it's not enough, as somehow the shaggy creature appears in front of you. You have no doubt it's a werewolf. And the creature looks at you as if it knows who you are. It moves as if it's about to come towards you, and you grip the branch as if to attack the creature. And then it occurs to you that perhaps you can speak to the werewolf, especially if it's who you suspect it is.

"Remus, don't make me attack you. I… don't know you as well as I'd like, but I don't want to hurt you. I know. Deep down, you know it too. You don't want to hurt me, just like you didn't want to hurt Sirius. Just try to stay calm. I know it might seem silly, but focus on what's around you. Your home is nearby. Where your students study. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Luna, and many others. They need you." You speak, trying to appeal to the human inside the creature. And for a few seconds, you think you succeeded, until you hear footsteps that distract both you and the creature. And just when it seems like the werewolf is going to attack you, you see four small bodies throwing stones at it. You can bet that Potter, Granger, Weasley, and Malfoy are the students daring enough to venture out of Hogwarts at this hour. Even though Draco might have only come with them because Harry did. You don't have time to think. When you realize that your students might be in danger, you throw your entire body against the werewolf's. You close your eyes tightly to avoid seeing the damage, but you manage to bring the creature down, causing both of you to fall near a stream. Or something like it; you can only hear the sound of water as you begin to lose consciousness.

When dawn breaks, you're unsure if you're alive or how you survived. All you know is that your body is racked with pain. Looking around, you realize that yesterday's events weren't just a dream. Your eyes settle on another person nearby. Despite feeling a bit dizzy, you muster the determination to get up and confirm what you already suspected. The naked man lying unconscious by the stream is Lupin. He's covered in bruises and has a cut near his mouth. So, Remus Lupin is a werewolf, and last night he nearly caused quite a problem. And to top it all off, you'll need to figure out how to carry him somewhere.

To be continued...

[fallingstarsburn]

remus john lupin <3

[izzyarden]

We <3 Our Moony

So this summer, I had the opportunity to attend a pretty competitive academic program. I had to write an essay for the application at the beginning of last school year and chose to write about Remus Lupin. I know I'm not an amazing writer by any means, but I wanted to share this essay because I think others could relate. Lots of love to all the Remus kinnies out there <3

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As a certified fangirl, I could tell you about a multitude of characters that have influenced and inspired me through the years. My entire personality is a mixture of all the personalities I have observed, fictional or reality. However, there is one in particular that has pulled me out of the darkness more than once with a gentle hand and a kind smile. There is one character that I strive to embody in this world. Remus John Lupin. Originally from the world of Harry Potter, Remus was Harry’s defense against the dark arts teacher in his third year of school and has been a werewolf since he was bitten at the age of four. This miniscule description we are provided with was enough to intrigue the wonderful fans of Harry Potter. Remus is now so much more than that; he is our Moony.

Remus has a quiet intelligence to him. He always makes good marks in his classes, but isn’t a snob about this fact. Before, I would walk around proudly showing everyone my perfect scores. I wasn’t trying to brag, I didn’t even really realize that this would make people feel bad. I just wanted people to be proud of me. Remus introduced me to a new way. He taught me that some things are better kept private. He taught me that it’s okay to be my own cheerleader. I can now confidently have the peace of mind that I love learning and not everyone has to hear about it all the time.

Remus is loyal to a fault. Being a werewolf, he was an outcast. He trusted very few people, but when he did he gave them his all. He wanted everyone to see that he wasn’t a monster. In fact he was the opposite: patient, kind, and organized. I aspire to exhibit these characteristics in all of my relationships. He has been an example to me to contain my temper and stay patient. He’s shown me how fierce loyalty can be. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my friends. 

Remus is the most ideal example of resilience that I could ever imagine. Being a werewolf, he had to go through a torturous transformation once a month (that’s not even mentioning the prejudice he encountered from others). He was always able to bounce back and not let those things bring him down. I went through a period in my life when I was very sick. It felt like everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. Being able to see myself in his story helped me to pull through and not become a mere shell of myself.

Remus is respectful to those he meets, but he also isn’t afraid to stand up against something he believes is wrong. For instance, he wanted to counteract the wolf in him with being soft and good as a human. However, when the Second Wizarding War broke out he and his friends were some of the first to jump into action. Although, I’m still working on my courage. I don’t want to be someone that just sits on the sidelines while a tragedy ensues. I want to be someone who is willing to help out no matter the cost. I want to use my capacity to be brave.

Remus John Lupin is and was all of these things throughout his lifetime. He has brought comfort and inspiration to so many people. He was by no means perfect, but he is good and real and everything I aspire to be. He is our Moony. We will do anything for our Moony.

[waxingrunes]

i’m sure you get plenty of asks like these when you receive the shit about bottom remus and top sirius, but i still wanted to send it.

i think the way people continuously have been giving you and others shit for liking a big remus/small sirius or, dom remus/sub sirius dynamic is silly. i’m not deep in this fandom, i enjoy from a distance but it’s rare i see “your side” (for lack of a better phrase) give the other shit like they give you. who fucking cares. personally, i enjoy a bigger, dominant remus, and a smaller, submissive sirius. if i come across art or a fic where remus is subbed out and crying will i be interested? probably not. will i give the creator shit? absolutely not. why? because these people are NOT REAL. this is fiction! and it’s THEIR work. if you want a submissive remus, find a creator that makes that and enjoy their content! don’t try to fucking force a creator who doesn’t do that to switch their style for you or a little subsection of the internet. personally, i don’t believe there’s any harm in a request, but if the creator declines, respect that and move on. don’t hate on their content in a little discord group.

people have their preferences, and at the end of the day we’re all just perverted (a good chunk of us at least) nerds that like dead gay wizards. everyone should just be able to enjoy what they want to enjoy, and let others do the same. there are bigger issues in the world than the size of remus lupin’s dick or whether or not he should be calling sirius daddy. enjoy what you want to enjoy, let people create what they want to create. who fucking cares.

sorry for the rant. rarely scroll along on here and coming across all the shit you’ve been getting irked me and i needed to comment. just know you have plenty of people supporting you making whatever fucking content you want to create. we’re all just happy to see whatever work you give us, you’re talented and that talent is not wasted in the slightest.

Fuck, thank you. You and all the others (I was a bit overwhelmed coming back to all the asks you glorious bunch) have my heart. Happy to be floating around in the relaxed side of the fandom that endorses liking what you want to like. Seek out what does it for you and enjoy it, smear it all over your feeds, eat it for all your meals I don’t care. Online is not fucking real and folk need to let go some of this anger over people busting their nut to something fictional they don’t like.

Also, I’m a big time pervert and love my boys how I love my boys. Big soft boy Remus and smaller smart mouthed Sirius will always be my visual brand, no matter their positions in the bedroom.

My life is busy and full offline so I’ve been lacking in engagement here. Generally, I don’t do well keeping up with social things, I barely scroll anymore, I just like to draw and churn out my boys when my brain gets tickled. But thank you to all the people who have sent me messages, I read all of them just won’t be clogging up my followers feed with all your love because that’s obnoxious and GOOEY.

[accio-sriracha]

Merlin, please let my life be this boring forever.

Let me edit my fanfiction as I wait for my tea to cool.

Let me listen to my favourite songs as I crochet little vines to hang from my ceiling.

Let my life be a bore, let it be uneventful, let it be filled with these moments of perfectly tame bliss forever.

Let me dress like Sirius Black, act like James Potter, snack like Peter Pettigrew, and mouth off like Remus Lupin just because I adore them, and let me have nobody in my life to be bothered by it.

Let me paint fanart on the walls of my bedroom that I do not have to share simply because I enjoy it.

Sometimes to feel love is to be left alone in a world of fiction without fear of judgement.

Sometimes to feel joy is to stay in every night with ideas in your heart and fanfiction falling from your fingertips.

Let this new year grant me this same peace.

Let it not be a new beginning, but a continuation of what I love so dearly.

[atalienart]

I disagree with the Latin stuff and the names. Lucy Sartor and Luna Stellar would sound pathetic to me as well in a more "realistic" not fully fairytale-esque context, just like Gardner and Taylor; or worse, because those are at least actual common surnames. I think it's depending on the language you're writing for. My first language is a romance language, not English, and all the names that try to be clever using Latin sound way more obvious at best and straight up ridiculous at worst to me. Like, say, Harry Potter. It all sounded so silly 6yo me was mocking them with my mother while we read. Of course Remus is called Lupin and of course Snape is Severus and Draco is called Malfoy. Of course xD

I do like the subtlety of names too, and I was just discussing with a friend a few days ago how interesting it is in a mix of narrative and metanarrative way that names are almost always meaningful in fiction, because it seems to create that tension between what is predetermined and what isn't in fiction. Almost as if the character at some point could turn around and look at the writer directly. As if they had the weight of the life they had to live since they were born, worldbuilding aside (obviously not as interesting in the context of actual in-world prophecies and such), and that is precisely the text! Like that one chapter in Nietszche's Zarathustra. "Good and evil, and joy and woe, and I and thou—coloured vapours did they seem to me before creative eyes".

Personally, I don't see a problem with those names. Are they on the nose, sure, but they don't sound pathetic to me. As I said, it's your own language that makes you like them or not. I remember that the minister of magic was called Fudge? (if we're taking HP as an example) and it was translated in the Polish version as Knot (which can come from "knocić", making something really poorly) and I really loved it, it made me laugh. But I wouldn't want them to translate dr House's surname because it would sound really silly. And even if I know what those names mean it's fine, I have another context.

I myself usually either look for names beginning with a particular letter so it's easier to tell the characters apart, or just think what suits them sound-wise. Then I check what the name means and sometimes I get really surprised. Sometimes I go look for names from other languages. With surnames it's similar. I also play with letters or look for words at random. To someone, somewhere they will always sound silly because they'll sound similar (or identical) to some random word. It's how it is. But I also use Latin to name some things and I don't think they are worse because people who know Latin or romance languages will recognise the connection/meaning, that's why I use it. (Shit, I even have a character named Korbin who takes care of ravens xD) I remember a discussion about the Grishaverse and how to Russian speaking people it was just Georgieverse. It's how it is. Sometimes I cringe seeing Polish names used in English books. Sometimes writers use the diminutive version of a name thinking it's a legit normal name. I mean...

I really wonder how would you solve the subtlety issue, taking into consideration that to have a meaning behind the word you need to take that word from an existing language. Like would you think if I named a character Anna Lato it would sound subtle for your ears? "Lato" means "summer" in Polish, it's also a surname. Anna comes from Latin but functions as a normal name. Let's say the character has a sunny personality. Is this subtle enough? To someone somewhere, (probably in Poland) it might still sound silly.

[lontarkata]

Crimson Moon

Based on JK Rowling Archives of Remus Lupin at Pottermore, merely fiction, Written by Tiri Tirtha.

December, 1970.

In a Little town, Scotland.

The Lupin’s House

Remus sat across the fire grate; the weather was all snowy white. The cold started to feel like tiny needles leading to his back. He stared at the gleaming red embers, focusing on how it sounds when the lumber gets burned and crackled.

The crackling sound was a very unpleasant sound to hear. It reminds him of his cracking bones, and he recalls the pain he must endure during the event. He finally decides to sit near the window, watching the snowflakes falling and touching the glass. His favorite brown blanket wrapped around his body, embracing him in a warmth he never truly had.

“I’ve tried my best, darling!” it was Lyall’s voice. Upstairs, his voice sounds crack in between frustration and anger. “I’ve tried everything I could! I sent letters to all my fellows who were best in alchemy, potion, and anything. I beg them in any possible way to find the cure!”

“Maybe you haven’t done enough!” Hope was nearly shouting; her voice sounded muffled. “Remus is getting bigger, Lyall. He’s becoming more dangerous than we could ever handle!”

“I know. I understand your point, Honey. “ Lyall sighed, the sound of sliding chair upstairs was audible.

The house is relatively tiny yet cozy for the three of them to live. The walls and floors are made of good quality wood. Bedrooms are all upstairs, left only the kitchen, dining room, and the fire grate where Remus was.

“Now, listen to me, Lyall..” she said firmly. “I love him. I love my son like every mother does, but Remus is magical. I don’t know whether I should blame myself for feeling afraid of him for the last five years, or I should be grateful for having him alive and suffering every month.” Hope breaks into tears.

“Oh, darling. My beautiful lady, I’m grateful to have you as my wife. I promise you, I promise we’ll get through this together, okay? I’ll give whatever it costs to find the cure.”

“Promises don’t keep us safe, Lyall. It’s just a matter of time before we die in our son’s hands! He lost his mind every time he turned into that monster!”

“He never was a monster, Hope! Bold of you assume him as a Monster!” Lyall hissed.

“That is a monster possessing my son’s body! That is a monster in the corner of that room, curled up in the darkness every full moon! It was Evil! Soulless!”

Lyall was stunned; it’s all called his memory back to when he said the exact words to Fenrir Greyback about their pack, as werewolves, ‘soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death.’ A deafening silence filled the air, but Hope's sobbing remained.

“It’s all my fault.. My Son is suffering every month for the rest of his life because of me. I’m a terrible father, Hope! I would rather give my life for my son if I could!” Lyall wept and tried his best to make it less audible.

Tears escaped from Remus’s eyes, he heard everything from the couch. His hearing ability is such a curse for him. Sometimes, he listened to her mother crying all night or his father begging on the phone to someone.

He watched the snowflake rain down on a cabin across the house, a small, dim cabin. Remus bit his lower lip and rubbed his eyes. He felt like a burden to this family, knowing and doing nothing for his household except being a disgrace. He wiped the tears from his freckles cheeks when he heard someone coming downstairs.

It was his father, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said with a slightly forced smile. Remus didn’t answer; he just turned around, stared at him, and frowned. “Winter?” Lyall once more asked.

The Sun no longer bathes their house with warm light; it’s all cloudy grey, “No. I don’t really like winter. It’s cold, bleak and lonely. “

Silence: It’s all silence after the word ‘Lonely.’ Lyall knew how desperate his son faced loneliness for a half-decade, so he had no words to say.

“Aight, boys! Ready to camp?” Hope came with a basket of food and three bottles of milk. “Remus, put your sweater on, or you’ll get cold.”

“Okay, we gotta get going now, boys!”

Remus can see his mother’s red and puffy eyes; he gives her a smile and walks towards her. “Let me help you, Mom. A Lady should never carry something too heavy.”

“Oh, that’s my boy!” exclaimed Lyall. “I taught him that, so that you know.” he whispered to Hope,

The woman can only give his husband a single glare and giggles. Tonight is a full moon; Hope and Lyall always make scenarios to make it seem alright. For the last two months, they pretended to be camping together.

Three of them will go to the cabin; Lyall used to tell some wizarding world and his wonderful times at Hogwarts. Hope will only listen and give him some interested reactions. Remus had already heard the story repeatedly and never complained when his father told the same story.

They walked into the small cabin across the house; it looked dim and nearly empty. Only a floor mattress and some blankets are left in the corner of the room. Scratches were almost in every wall, covered by rough paint polish, which Lyall always did after the full moon.

The walls were earthy brown, so if there were any blood splatter, it wouldn’t be visible enough. The cabin has a window next to the door where they came in. It was covered by iron bars. Remus hates this room; he hates the smell of paint, the wet wooden floor, and his blood, which failed to be thoroughly cleaned on the floor. He swallowed hard, trying to be grateful to survive death and have loving parents.

Hope rolled out a carpet and sat on it. She tapped his side, “Come here, boy. Let’s eat some snacks.”

Lyall followed her lead; he sat on the other side and started grabbing an apple. “So, what are we going to talk about tonight, Remus? Have you ever heard about the poltergeist?”

They both made so much effort to make it like regular camping when it was only two hours before he transformed. Remus held his bitter, clenched his hands, and sat in the middle of his parents. He looks pale under the moonlight.

“I wanna know about the banshee, Dad. Or your other Hogwarts life as a student.“ Remus always wants to go, to Hogwarts. He always craved friendship. At least, a friend. But he knew his condition was extraordinary, which is not possible for him to go to any school in the world.

Remus laid on, along with his parents, and Lyall began the story. Instead of listening, Remus’s mind was somewhere else. He can hear his mother's heartbeat getting faster, anxious, worried, and terrified. Meanwhile, his father sounded slower but still faster than usual.

Remus wondered, is there any universe where he is an ordinary boy? Can he have an incredible journey without feeling like a monster for everyone he loves? Is there anyone in the world who will love him more unconditionally and with no fear?

The guilt he felt every month was enough to tear him into pieces, and the pains he endured every time he transformed were never a good friend of his. No one on earth would be glad and grateful to have such a person like him; the thoughts kept hunting him in every sleep he could get.

Time passed; it was only five minutes before the full moon. Hope and Lyall rosed up to get ready. Hope gave Remus a long and deep look; she caressed his hair and kissed him on the forehead.

“Remus, no matter what happens, Mommy always love you. Okay? I love you, son.”

Remus heard her heartbeat getting faster and faster; he thought she was afraid of him.

Liar. Liar. Mom is a LIAR.

“Mhm,” he just nodded.

Lyall hugged him for a very long time; his eyes were always teary every time he did this. He caresses Remus’ cheeks, “You are the strongest little soldier, Remus. I’m so proud of you. We will be out here, waiting for you until everything is done.”

No. I never want to be a soldier.

I don’t want to be left alone. Dad, I’m afraid. Mom.

He saw his parents walk towards the door; he felt the room getting smaller and smaller. It made it hard to breathe. The air was freezing, the sky was dark blue, and the silver moon began to show itself. Arrogantly shimmering alone, letting the dark sky dazzle with the light.

The silver light slipped through the window and door when it still opened, reaching every corner of the room and showering Remus with fear. He shivered, frightened of the moon, scared of the living monstrous evil inside him.

“NO…MOMM… DADD. “ Remus screams, staring at his parents standing in the middle of the door, cautious and petrified.

He knees on the floor, feeling unbearable pain all over his body. Lyall swung his wand, casting a silencing spell with tears dripping down his cheeks. Hope behind him closed her mouth shut to hold her sadness's bitter sound.

“Dad… I’m afraid..”

“Mom.. I’m sorry..”

Nobody will hear him, not even a little bug in the corner of the room. He saw his parents close the door tightly; a magical spell locked it so no one could open it. Remus started losing his mind.

There was a terrible snarling noise. Remus’ head was lengthening, and so was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, curling into clawed paws. Blood dripped to the floor, cutting his human muscles into wolfish body form. He turned into a soulless, and wild creature. A painful howling was deafened, the world would never understand his language of agony, not even his parents, not even the mist that slipped into the room.

Remus has died a dozen times; he healed hundreds. But his soul left nothing but emptiness. Maybe his mother was right: he is soulless, he is evil, and he deserves nothing but death. The idea of life becoming such a lavish that he never should touched.

He banged himself to the wall, scratching it rough, getting frustrated because he was separated from humans to bite. So he bit and scratched himself instead. It left a long and deep wound on his body; the silver moon was illuminating the warm crimson liquid running down to the floor. He was bleeding to death, but the full moon was still there.

Howling, banging himself to the wall, scratching, it’s all on loop all night. His parents are waiting out of the cabin, full of anxiety and worry. They hugged each other in front of a little campfire to warm their bodies. Lyall was always on standby with his wand in hand, Hope with a bat and silver net. Just in case the cabin wasn’t strong enough to hold Remus’ in there.

The night goes by; the moon no longer emits its light. The sun begins to rise and paints the dark blue sky with its warm orange. Lyall rosed up abruptly after he awoke from his accidental sleep, followed by Hope, who startled and grabbed the bat beside her.

“Is it done? It’s done, isn’t it, Lyall?” Hope’s eyes were red; her face was tired.

“We slept, Hope! We shouldn’t left him too long in there! It’s dawn!” Lyall walked towards the door and swung his wand.

He opened the door, the darkness covered the room. A point of light was gleaming from his wand, his nostrils full of the smell of blood, it was pretty intense.

“Remus?” Lyall’s voice was gentle and a bit tremble.

Once again, he swung his wand, and this time, every cracked wall and broken lamp went back to their first place, repaired. The single light bulb was burning quite brightly. Letting a hideous scene of a thin boy covered in blood curled up and naked in the corner.

“Oh, Remus! My Boy!” Lyall rushed towards the boy, kneeling to grab his tiny body. “It’s over, Remus. That’s alright, Dad’s here.”

Hope followed with a shuddering look on her face; she looked around the room; it was all crimson red, the blood splattered everywhere. It’s been five years since the first time Remus transformed, but not even once she got used to the scene.

“Hope! Give me the potion! Quick!” the wand floating above Remus’ wound, Lyall worked on a spell that tried to cure the deep cut on Remus’ limb. But it doesn’t work, Remus’ wound keeps bleeding.

Hope was panicking. She was trembling when she handed the potion to Lyall. Remus grimaced in pain; his eyes closed, and he couldn’t even move his body. But he murmured something in a low voice.

Lyall furrowed his eyebrows and tried to catch any word Remus spit from his mouth. He leaned closer to Remus and heard,

“Die… “ Remus’ heavy breathing sliced through Lyall’s soul, “Let me die instead, father.”

Lyall bit his lower lip, holding the tears from escaping. “Stop saying nonsense, Remus!” he stroked his son’s hair, allowing Remus' small face to be seen clearly.

He dripped the potion essence onto Remus’ wound, making him grimace even louder. Remus’ wounds gradually recovered, stopped the bleeding, and left a long diagonal scar on his chest.

“You should let me die, Father. You shouldn’t save my life!” Remus cried, while clutching Lyall's bloodstained blue shirt. “The pain is enough to kill me inside! I hate the Full moon! I hate every inch of my body! I could’ve hurt you; I could’ve hurt anyone who loves me!”

Lyall couldn’t hold the tears any longer; he wrapped his arms around Remus and hugged him deeply. “I’m sorry, Remus. I’m so sorry, son. I’m sorry..” he repeatedly said the same word to Remus in his arms.

Remus whimpered, cried out loud, the silencing charm no longer muted him. Hope joined them, wrapping her hands on her husband and son. The little boy sobbed and let the world hear his anguish. The unbearable distress and soreness. The affection and love he got from his parents never was the purest fondness experience. Yet, it’s powerful. Enough to be a reason he could breathe a life.