#remus lupin short story

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Hogwarts Goes Loony For . . . Lupin's Chocolate Shack™

Breaking news just in : Remus Lupin, DADA professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, opens new chocolatier business inside the castle's walls.

. . .

A few days ago, on a cold, misty morning, our news team received report of a new scheme taking place at the magical Scottish school buried in the hills. Hearing this, we sent top reporters to the site immediately, gaining insight on the matter at hand.

Upon entering the stone walls, at once we noticed the origins of our story. Embedded in one of the long hallways stood a crooked, wooden shack. Tucked away neatly, was a little desk piled high with an array of bars and bonbons, with boards above listing each item available, and even a blackboard, handwritten written with todays special flavour. Magical teapots were filled to the brim with melted chocolate, pouring it into moulds whilst it suspended itself in mid air, there were even sheets upon sheets of paperbag-brown wrappings encasing the delicious delights. Students lined up, pointing at all the different things that were to offer. It was a very intriguing and hunger-inducing experience, however the truth of the matter was, that the rumours and tip offs we received were true.

The information we managed to gather is as follows, the man behind it all, Professor Remus Lupin had somehow opened a 24/7 one stop chocolate shop for those in need of a little pick me up. The slogan reads, "It helps, it really helps".

The shack is filled with all sorts, something for everyone, there's dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, nutty, fruity, crunchy, chewy, he's got the lot!

After a convincing plead, our reporting team bagged an exclusive scoop, or should I say dip (honestly those double dipped cinnamon bars he sells are bloody marvellous! oh uh-) EHEM... in the form of an interview with none other than the shop-runner himself, Remus Lupin...

"Yes, well it is rather popular, isn't it? I never thought it would go this far.", he admitted.

"I suppose it began when a student of mine brewed up the idea, I was already handing out a square of chocolate after each of my classes anyway... it truly does help ease the stress, and with the pressure these students must feel with their O.W.LS and N.E.W.TS right around the corner... I thought it was a nice idea", the mousy-haired man went on, now fiddling with the ties of his apron.

"Of course after Dumbledore approved of the idea, I simply placed a few bars on a wooden table outside my classroom, let them help themselves and all that... but as you can see", he gestured around to his little stall, "it progressed drastically... sometimes I wonder if I really am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at all, walking around in this pinny covered in chocolate and smelling of cinnamon, icing sugar, caramel... you name it!", those on scene can confirm he did indeed smell this way.

His gaze trailed off to the high ceiling in the hall and with that, he made his way back behind the desk, handing out chocolate to the masses.

Whilst at the scene, we asked the opinions of the surrounding students on the new delicious phenomenon:

"It really is wonderful! Such a kind idea and really helpful when I'm feeling a little bit down", one dark haired Ravenclaw girl revealed.

"I was the one who gave him the idea, I'm so glad he went along with it, the smell in the corridors now is divine.", a tall, blonde slytherin girl said.

"Mmm good bit of choccy this is", said one first year as he counted out his bonbons.

The overall view of those that this shop effected, were positive, with many of them admitting it is, "absolutely delicious" and "really nice". Yet, the exclusive information doesn't stop there, whilst on the Hogwarts grounds we overheard a conversation between the staff at the school...

"Well, everyone certainly seems more jolly these days, don't they?", said one Scottish witch.

"Mm y-e yes-", replied what seemed to be the charms teacher, stuffing his mouth with said products from the nearby shack.

This new business adventure sure seemed like a big hit, or did it... after noticing many of the children preferring to stock up on the choc instead of attending the great hall for dessert, we decided to ask the opinions of the house elves who work in the castle's kitchens.

"Nuisance he is with that bleeding chocolate... spend all day... nothing... waste of my time doing the cooking...", a particularly hard-faced elf mumbled.

However the opinion was divided, "Dobby loves Sir Remus' chocolate, oh its sooo good, the caramel one is Dobby's favourite mm hmmm", a cheery little one told us.

Further curious of the working of said shack, our team surveilled the area for a short, but telling, period of time. We sent in a 'mole' or I suppose... an owl... to monitor the situation and report back. Our findings are most insightful. It seems that outside of his lessons, Professor Lupin takes periodical shifts in the chocolate corner, perhaps to be the only staff member at present, however we did notice the 24/7 feature of this business is most divulging. The majority of hours, the shack is left under no supervision, simply letting customers come and go as they please, helping themselves to whatever they fancy, whenever they fancy it! This generosity is incredibly heartwarming, and the majority of students only take a small selection of treats, leaving plenty for others, just looking for a pick me up between classes. However, we have backed up evidence of a select few students (and teachers...) filling whatever they can with the velvety snacks: pockets (including those for wands), bags, hats, mouths and even shoes! Despite the trail of chocolate chips some of these perpetrators leave behind, this is otherwise newly exposed information. During our interview with Remus, we asked his input on the debacle,

"Well, that's what it's there for, fill your boots!", in spite of what some may presume, we don't think he meant that literally...

So there you have it, the truth, the reality, and the reasoning behind Lupin's Chocolate Shack™. We hope you enjoyed our report and continue to subscribe to our newsletter for more indulgent inside takes on pressing matters such as this one.

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[msvanillalatte]

Deal With

*James and Sirius fighting*

James: Fuck you, Black!

Sirius: Oh, so you didn't get enough with my little brother, you bitch!

*Remus and Regulus watching*

Remus: See what I have to deal with when you leave?

[dear-theodosia22]

James was not prepared for this conversation to happen now.

It had all started so innocently with James asking Sirius about their potions homework.

From there it devolved into other topics as is their other conversations they've had before.

Until eventually it landed here

"Well?" Sirius asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"Erm, I'm not.. really sure mate..." James replied albeit nervously.

"Well you've gotta know I've seen you recently"

" But I... don't wanna make you upset?" James said, ending with a more question-like response.

" Are you asking me or telling me? Why would it make me mad?" Sirius smirked blowing a piece of hair from his makeshift bun made with his wand

" Erm... telling you?"

"Oh, Prongs you sweet lovely innocent boy, Tell me"

James' eyebrow furrowed, he already knew his answer but he didn't wanna upset anyone. He was beginning to get frustrated.

At that moment the dorm door swung open, revealing Remus and Peter back from the kitchens, their hands piled with snacks and sweets for them all to enjoy

Remus took one look at Sirius and James and turned right back around.

Peter chuckled to himself and left some snacks in the dorm before leaving.

" Good luck lads, hope your friendship with each other can withstand whatever this is"

Sirius looked at Peter before giving James a puzzled glance before going back to their conversation

Sirius cleared his throat, "I think, you already have your answer"

James nervously nodded, his throat bobbing.

"Well I mean your crush can't be too bad. Not like it's Mulciber or Merlin forbid, Snivelus" Sirius says, obviously to crack the tension but having the opposite affect

"What, why would I want to shag them? That's like me wanting to shag your brother" James awkwardly replies with a slight crack to his voice.

Sirius' eyes narrow, turning into every bit the Black Heir as he was trained to be.

"It's Reggie isn't it?" Sirius snides coldy, no longer joking.

James starts to fear for his life.

" Do you love him?"

"Yes, I do"

" Will you do whatever is necessary for him?"

" Erm.... Yes?"

" Even murder?"

" Yes" James replied, because if he's ever been sure of anything in his life it's this.

Sirius takes a deep breath, then smiles all joyful and friendly. " Welcome to the family Prongs!"

"Wha-what, that's it?"

" Yup you've officially passed the Black family test!" Sirius grinned.

" The old croon may have been insane and wrong about nearly everything, but shockingly not that. Though technically she never came up with that." Sirius ponders for a minute but then shrugs as if it was a brief thought.

James wanted to act confused but after years of being Sirius' friend he's used to the Black family dramatics.

Doesn't make it any better to deal with though.

[jamesandthedog]

"She's cute, right?" James asks.

He's staring across the room.

Sirius moves his knight on the chess board and follows James' gaze. He laughs when he sees the red-head Lily Evans chatting with her friends on the other side of their common room.

"What?" James asks.

Sirius glances at him.

They're thirteen and it's the first time James really talks about girls. And even if girls and dates and kisses are new and not particularly something Sirius is interested in, he knows the rules. He was taught before he even understood what dating a girl meant.

"She's a Muggleborn," Sirius shrugs as he states the obvious.

"So?"

There's defiance in James voice, it reminds Sirius of the times he used to refer the likes of Lily Evans with much worse vocabulary. It was James and their friends to make him change his ways.

Sirius sighs.

"It's fine by me," he says, honestly. "But I doubt your parents would approve."

James frowns. At first Sirius thinks he's acknowledged the problem and trying to come up with a way to pursuit his crush without his parents ever finding out. And really, how could they, James doesn't have cousins to tell on him.

But it's not that. James looks at him the way he does when he's trying to read deep into his mind. Like James did when they had their first discussions about blood supremacy. Or when Sirius was walking funny after last summer break. He had hurt his back falling down the stairs after an argument with his mother, but that wasn't the sort of thing to discuss with... Anyone really.

James' expression clears, he leans back and makes his move on the chess board.

"Your parents want you to marry a pureblood," James states.

Sirius shrugs.

"Of course. Yours don't?"

"Dad would probably prefer if I'd marry a Muggleborn. She could teach him how to use the Muggle box he bought for warming up food," James says.

Sirius stares at him, and it has nothing to do with the said Muggle device. He'd look more surprised, but he learned to hide his feelings years ago.

He knows James' family thinks Muggleborns can do anything a pureblood can. But it's one thing to treat people equally on the streets, another to break something as holy as the pure bloodline.

Sirius had thought marrying a pureblood was given, a duty, a fact, something every pureblood did. But here he is, looking at the heir of the Potter family - an heir who clearly doesn't follow any of the rules Sirius had been taught since the day he was born.

As Sirius looks at James, he realises it looks like freedom. Not that Sirius even really cares about girls and marriage, but for the first time he sees that James truly has everything. Money, brains, parents who send him sweets and chocolate even when he doesn't ask for it. But more than that, James has options. He can choose his future.

"Are you ok?" James asks bringing Sirius back from his thoughts.

"Yeah." He answers before focusing on the chess board again. "But if I have to marry someone like Carrow and you get to choose, the least you can do is to lose the game!"

His knight eats James' horse.

"Hey, it's not that bad." James says comfortingly and moves his queen out of the way. Then he grins and Sirius knows he's up to no good.

"You can choose too. If you don't want Carrow you can always take one of your cousins," James suggests as sincerely as a mischievous pre-teen can.

The sofa cushion hits James before he has time to dodge, and then the chess pieces fly around as Sirius reaches over the sofa table to James.

When Remus Lupin descends to the Gryffindor common room a few minutes later, his two friends are a messy, wrestling and laughing pile of loosened ties and wrinkled ropes on the floor.

He shakes his head and sits on the sofa after removing a few misplaced chess pieces. He takes a fat book out of his bag and continues his day as if two wrestling thirteen-year-olds in his feet were nothing but an ordinary day.

As he reads Sirius launches from the floor to find a safe haven next to him - James knows better than to bother his reading. When the long haired boy leans his head against Remus' shoulder and shows his tongue at James, something extraordinary happens. Nobody notices, but the corners of Remus Lupin's lips turn into a smile behind his book.

Sirius Black has many things to learn and unlearn during his Hogwarts years. And dating girls - or not dating them - is definitely one of those.

[iamnotthenewwriter]

Sirius Black is just average height

Remus Lupin is really tall

Sirius Black is slim

Remus Lupin is muscular

Sirius Black has delicate features

Remus Lupin has strong features

Sirius Black wears clothes that make him look bigger

Remus Lupin wears clothes that make him look softer

[musicwritesstuff]

Can anyone give me marauders prompts that are NOT AU? I'm trying to practice my writing but I hate writing au stuff. I'll do any ships or scenarios 👌

[goblinpuppy35]

David Thewlis

Love Story (Short Film) - 1998

[siriuslygay1981]

Click. Click. Clickclick-

Remus felt his agitation start to rise

Click. Clickcli-

His arm shoots out quickly and snatches the pen before he chucks it across the common room violently. He doesn't look up from his book even with the scandalized gasp and soft sound of the pen hitting the ground.

He turns the page and almost sighs in relief. His irritation slowly going away. Finally some peace and quiet.

Click.

His head whips to the side where Sirius holds another pen. He practically snarls as he slams his book shut, he looks at Sirius and crosses his arms.

"Sirius, for my sanity...what the fuck are you doing?" He hissss angrily

Sirius waves him off his finger drifting towards the back of the pen again. Remus latches onto his wrist and waits for Sirius to look at him. Sirius still looks out of it even as he slowly makes eye contact but he doesn't click the stupid pen again, so he counts it as a win.

"Spit it out or get rid of the pen." He gently takes the pen and shoves it in his robe pocket, now feeling concerned. What had Sirius so out of it?

"I just....do you think regulus has been seeing someone?" Sirius asks after a long period of silence. He stares at his hands and then to where Remus still holds him gently.

Remus let's go and sighs. He resists the urge to hex Sirius before taking a deep breath. He looks around the common room and doesn't see anyone who can take over this ridiculous conversation so he powers on. He shrugs nonchalantly, tries to figure out what he knows.

"why do you say that?"

Sirius shrugs and drums his fingers against the table in front of them. Remus twitches, his lips pursing together.

"Just..a feeling. He'd tell me if he was, wouldn't he?" He murmurs. He suddenly stills and whips his head towards Remus

"are you dating my brother!?"

It's such an absurd question, such a stupid silly thing to ask. Remus bursts into laughter, his stomach aches, he can barely breathe. By the time he's in tears he sees Sirius' put out look so he tries to calm down and take this seriously.

"Siri- Sirius please- what are you on about-" he shakes his head and wipes the tears from his eyes still grinning

"Lord no...no I'm not- what don't give me that look!" He exclaims

Sirius glowers at him and pouts, swiftly turning his body away from Remus in a childish way of saying 'im mad at you'.

"Did you want me to say yes!? Pads what is your problem?"

He turns towards Sirius with a raised eyebrow

"You said it as if he was gross! I thought you were best friends!"

Remus gaped at Sirius for a moment before pinching the bridge of his nose

"Pads...I can't believe I have to say this-" he takes a deep breath and exhales harshly

"I'm not attracted to your brother but he's still attractive...objectively."

Sirius scowls deeper and huffs

Remus thinks about jumping off the astronomy tower.

"now what's the problem?"

"Well...it's just weird you said he's attractive. He's younger than you and he's my brother!"

Remus' eye twitches

"One he's only a year younger and two he's of age- no wait- you were mad I didn't think he was attractive and now your mad I said he is?"

"Yes! Maybe I'll just go see prongs! He'd never be so terrible to me!"

Oh how wrong he was. Remus almost snorted, he watched as Sirius stomped out of the common room with fond eyes. He was irritated for sure but he was also highly amused.

Pulling out the map he quickly searches for James's name. He isn't surprised to see him far too close to one regulus black. Rolling his eyes he searches for Sirius and immediately chokes on a laugh

"Oh boy...that's not good."

[julesdaydreams]

@wolfstarmicrofic I april prompt 4: Airport AU I word count: 996

Remus came to a screeching halt at the gate, huffing from having run through the airport.

Usually, Remus prided himself in his ability to be on time. Today though, everything went wrong the moment he woke up in his hotel room, causing him now to stand sweating in front of an empty gate.

“You're too late, mate. Plane left like… ten minutes ago? They just told me.”, came a smooth voice from behind him and Remus turned around to come face to face with silver eyes looking up at him.

The man belonging to them was pretty. The kind of pretty that Remus wanted to write in one of his books about. Long black waves framing his pale face, high cheek bones, lips that Remus wanted to study the shape of, trace them with his tongue, map them out with his teeth-

And fuck. Remus really shouldn't be thinking such things about a stranger. He shouldn't be thinking such things at all considering that he was about to get married tomorrow.

“Cat got your tongue?”, the stranger said and Remus was ripped from his thoughts, blinking himself out of his trance and focusing back to the man's face smirking at him as if he knew exactly the type of thoughts Remus was having.

“Shit, sorry. That's just… really fucking inconvenient.”, he said, unsure of why he was engaging in a conversation at all, when he should do anything in his power to get on the next plane to London.

“Well, same here. Unfortunately the next plane doesn't go until tomorrow at ten, so we're in for a long night.”

And that? That was absolutely fucking grand. Trust Remus to manage to be on time for the stupidest things but not make it to his own wedding.

“Fucking hell. Marc will kill me.”, he couldn't help but blurt out, walking the few steps over to some chairs and slumping down in one of them with a deep sigh.

“Who is Marc?”, came the voice again and Remus looked up at the stranger who had sat down in the chair next to Remus.

“My fiancé. We're supposed to get married tomorrow. He was already annoyed because I had this book reading yesterday and had to leave the country just a few days before the wedding and if I tell him that I won't be back in time… let's just say I'm not sure I'll have a fiancé to marry anymore tomorrow.”

He winced at the thought, feeling guilty about the whole thing and he hadn't even called Marc yet. He really should get to that…

“Hmm, that sucks. But I'm sure if he loves you, he'll understand. Sure, he won't be happy about it, but you can always postbone the wedding?”, Sirius said kindly, giving him a small smile that should've made Remus feel better but didn't really do that much.

“Yeah… totally. Sorry, I'll call him real quick.”, he said half-heartedly before standing up and walking a few steps to give himself some privacy.

He dialled his fiancé's phone number and Marc was on the line instantly.

“Remus? What's wrong, shouldn't you be on the plane by now?”, came a worried voice and Remus wanted to kick himself to cause it.

“Hey, yeah, sorry. Uhm… listen I didn't catch my flight, there were these problems the whole day and…”, Remus began to explain the situation and the next twenty minutes where spent on the phone with a very angry Marc, calling him all kinds of names and cursing at how stupid Remus' book thing was in the first place and how he should've just stayed at home. The call ended with a gruffly said “Don't expect me to wait for you at the altar”, and Remus was left staring dumbly at his phone screen, feeling like the worst human being on the planet.

He turned around and his eyes snapped back to the stranger who was still sitting in the same place he had before, looking at Remus with a slight frown that told him that he heard the whole thing.

He sighed before walking back to his seat, slumping down with a sigh for the second time in the last hour.

“He sounds like a dick.”, came the stranger's voice and Remus’ eyes snapped towards silver ones that looked displeased.

“What? No, he isn't. If anyone is a dick, it's me! I can't even be there for my own wedding!”, Remus exclaimed. He felt the need to defend Marc. Clearly, Remus was the one who had fucked up and it was only natural to be angry at that.

“Yeah, sure. But that's no reason to call you all those nasty things. It's not like you planned on missing your plane, did you? From what I've heard it sounds more like the universe did everything in it's power to make sure you wouldn't get on that plane in time to marry him tomorrow.’

Remus didn't know what to respond to that, but whether Marc's reaction was justified or not really didn't matter anymore.

“Either way. It definitely sounded like he was done so… I guess I don't have a wedding to get to after all.”, he sighed, thinking about how disappointed his mother would be when he told her.

“You never know, maybe it's for the better.”, answered the man and Remus was about to call him out on the sad attempt of making him feel better, but something in the silver of his eyes made him come up short.

“Yeah, maybe.”, he said dumbly, voice soft for some unknown reason.

The man gave him a bright smile before extending his hand.

“I'm Sirius, by the way.”

Remus took it.

“Remus, nice to meet you.”

[darkcademiasss]

Sentimental- @wolfstarmicrofic word count: 237 february 23

Remus knew sirius like the back of his hand, sometimes he wondered if he knew sirius more than he knew himself.

Therefore he knew when sirius looked at the rose in his hand and looked up at remus, he knew sirius was going to get sentimental .

Sirius crushed him, putting his arms around remus and hiding his face in Remus' neck. Remus could feel his breath hitch when he felt sirius nuzzle his nose on the crook of his neck.

"Sirius'' he lightly whispered trying to fight the blush that was rising on his cheek

"Padfoot come on" he repeated when there was no reply.

Sirius finally released him, remus immediately wanted to pull him in again and never let him go but he settled on fisting his hands.

" you got me flowers" sirius muttered.

Remus could see he was on the verge of crying and started to panic did he do something wrong? Does sirius not like flowers?

"I- I uh i'm sorry if you dont like them, I can take them back. I just thought you'd like it" he stuttered nervously, one hand scratching the back of his neck.

"No no dont you dare these are mine, I'll keep them forever" he declared blushing then looked nervous before adding " it's just that ive never gotten flowers before"

Remus promised himself there and then that he is going to give Sirius black flowers for the rest of his life

[emmu5]

Y/N and James Potter Getting Caught Making Out by Remus Lupin

Y/N and James Potter had always been an adventurous couple. Ever since their days at Hogwarts they had found ways to push boundaries and seek thrills together. Their relationship was full of passion and mischief and they reveled in the adventurous spirit they shared.

On a warm summer evening Y/N and James found themselves alone in an abandoned part of the Hogwarts castle. The halls echoed with their laughter as they sneaked away from the prying eyes of their friends. They had stumbled upon a hidden room with dim lighting and a cozy atmosphere perfect for stealing away some private moments.

The two of them sat on a velvet-covered sofa wrapped up in each other's arms. Y/N's fingers danced playfully across James's hair smirking mischievously. James dipped his head down and softly kissed her lips reveling in the sparks that ignited between them.

Still lost in their passionate embrace they failed to hear the approaching footsteps. Remus Lupin one of James's closest friends happened to be passing by the secret room when he caught a glimpse of movement.

Curiosity getting the better of him Remus decided to investigate. As he carefully pushed open the creaking door his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him – Y/N and James locked in an intense make-out session.

"Merlin's beard!" Remus exclaimed his cheeks reddening. Startled Y/N and James quickly broke apart and turned to face their intruder.

"Remus!" James stammered running a hand through his messy hair. "We uh...didn't expect to see you here."

Remus's face turned a deeper shade of red as a mix of embarrassment and amusement washed over him. "Clearly not he replied trying to suppress a chuckle. "Lucky for you two that I'm the one who stumbled upon this...private moment."

Y/N couldn't help but blush feeling a mixture of mortification and amusement herself. She couldn't believe they had been caught in such an intimate act. She silently hoped that Remus wouldn't tell the others including Sirius and Peter who would no doubt tease them incessantly.

However Remus surprised them both. Instead of teasing or scolding them he smiled kindly and shook his head. "Well I won't judge he said his voice filled with understanding. "Just be a bit more careful when picking your hiding spots next time alright?"

James and Y/N exchanged a relieved glance before nodding in agreement. They were grateful for Remus's understanding and knew they could trust him to keep their secret. The three of them spent the rest of the evening in the hidden room sharing stories and laughter grateful for the bonds they had formed at Hogwarts.

From that day forward whenever Remus saw Y/N and James stealing glances or whispering in secret he couldn't help but smile knowingly. He became their silent confidant knowing that their adventurous and passionate spirits were what made them who they were.

And so their relationship continued to flourish filled with exciting escapades and stolen moments. Y/N and James's love story became a legend among their friends and Remus though he couldn't help but tease them occasionally was always there as a loyal friend reminding them to cherish their connection and the exuberance that brought them together.

[moutainrusing]

wolf wilder

As the upper-class, influential family that the Blacks were, they owned a lot of land, a lot of money, and a lot of slaves. All of the slaves were werewolves. This was for many reasons. In their wolf states, werewolves needed to be tamed and muzzled, restrained with chains, which aristocrats glorified as necklaces and jewellery. They were forced to remain still and stiff through injections and drugs, as if they were taxidermied museum displays for people to gawk at and laugh at, or stuffed toys for people to dress up ridiculously, or statues for people to lean beside as they blew cigar smoke into the wolf’s unblinking eyes.

But Sirius knew that the wolves were alive and breathing and human. Because after the full moon was over, they’d return to their human forms, with aching bones and reddened eyes and quiet anger, bony bodies, knobbly joints, weakened postures; and immediately, with no rest break, they were threatened into manual labour and menial jobs.

Sirius knew for a fact that slaves were mistreated, and that slavery should be illegal. He also knew that as the sixteen year old heir of the Blacks, it was his responsibility to rectify it. Then again, as the heir, he wasn’t allowed to do anything except be obedient or face the consequences, which included his parents screeching at him twenty-four seven, locking him in his room, rationing his meals — trying anything and everything to make him listen.

(It didn’t work.) Which is why, tonight, he was climbing down the dusty old stairs to the dungeons, where the werewolves slept each night, beaten and battered and bruised. They had only the cold, stone floor for a mattress, and there was nothing to heat them up as they shivered on their backs through the entire night. So Sirius had cleverly shrunk a bunch of blankets and pillows, and smuggled them down inside a handbag, expanded with an extension charm.

Upon seeing Sirius traipsing into the dungeon, the werewolves stumbled back, right to the far corners of the cell.

Despite their widened eyes and tensed bodies, Sirius grinned at them, upturning the contents of his dead great aunt’s handbag and casting an enlargement charm on them. “Brought you blankets!”

The werewolves began murmuring to each other, in voices so low that Sirius couldn’t catch what they were saying. Finally, one of them, who was slightly taller than the rest, with tawny curls hanging low over his eyes, and an awkward, bendy posture, stepped forward, and continued to step forward even when arms reached out to pull him back. He simply shook them off, and looked up to meet Sirius’s gaze, with critical, murky brown-green eyes.

He coughed slightly, “What do you want… Master Black?” He looked very reluctant to call Sirius that, and likely only did it due to the fearful eyes boring into his back, begging him to be subservient.

“Don’t call me that,” Sirius waved a careless hand to brush him off. “Call me Sirius. Although only when it’s just me, or my parents’ll probably beat you.”

All the werewolves flinched at that. The one with the murky eyes glowered at him, and suddenly the eyes were stormy, like dark blue-green waves crashing over a splintering, wood-brown ship. “Don’t bring it up,” he hissed.

“Oh,” Sirius’s eyes widened. “Sorry. Do you want the blankets?”

The werewolf looked at him, all while crouching down to sniff at the blankets. He turned to the people behind him. “All fine,” he assured quietly but firmly.

Sirius snorted. “What, you think I poisoned them?”

The werewolf turned to face him, looking very unimpressed.

Sirius gaped at him. “Dude! I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah. Well. Thanks. Bye.” He began to pick up the blankets, probably expecting Sirius to leave.

But Sirius also crouched down, and began furnishing the cell as well. “Look,” he began to cast disillusionment charms over the cushions. “This way no one’ll see them, so you’ll always be comfortable, okay?”

The werewolf blinked at him and smiled, and Sirius realised he should probably stop calling him ‘the werewolf�� in his head. “What’s your name?”

He hesitated, looking at Sirius with those swirling, forest-like eyes. Finally, he smiled softly, and murmured, “Remus.”

Sirius grinned. “Nice to meet you, Remus.”

Remus’s eyes seemed to light up in amusement, shining even though there was no light in the dungeon. “Nice to meet you too, Sirius.”

Then Sirius went back up to his grand, overwhelmingly huge bedroom, still thinking about Remus. Maybe he should offer his bedroom to the werewolves, as it would provide more space for them to rest. But then his parents would check on him, see the atrocity, give the werewolves even more beatings, and lock Sirius in his room. So no, Remus couldn’t rest in his bedroom with him. Even though he was Sirius’s favourite.

He was braver than the others. And expressive, and through his eyes alone. Those eyes could bore into Sirius’s soul any day and he would appreciate it profusely.

And so he kept going down, for a few minutes each night, just to see those eyes. Remus probably didn’t appreciate it the way Sirius did, but at least he still engaged in conversation. Sirius would tell him how awful the noble life was, and Remus would look at him with a complete blank face and deadpan, “Yes, must be much worse than the life of slaves.”

And while the werewolves behind him would all huddle around each other and natter on about how Sirius was untrustworthy and their brother Remus should stay away, the corner of Remus’s eyes would crinkle and his lips would twitch up, then both he and Sirius would be in tears laughing about how much life chewed them up and spat them out and trampled their bodies and shattered their ribs.

Remus would then say they couldn’t compare each other’s suffering, because suffering was suffering, so Sirius never felt bad complaining, even if Remus always made a joke out of it. Actually, it was better when Remus made jokes.

But as their minutes together augmented, the days until the next full moon reduced, until it was finally there, and the wolves were all drugged and shackled and muzzled, dressed in gold chains as they stood in their fixed positions in the Blacks’ ballroom. Sirius had been locked in his room for hours, because he’d protested against the guards going down to inject the werewolves, desperately blocking their path.

His parents had curled their lips at his hysterics, and with one of their hands on each of his wrists, they’d pulled him kicking and screaming into his room.

Now, they let him out, because the party was starting and guests were arriving, and it would be much too disgraceful if the heir of the Blacks wasn’t there to greet them. But instead of fulfilling these duties, Sirius instead hurtled down the stairs and pushed past guests, searching for Remus Lupin’s glassy forest eyes.

And when he found them, Sirius pressed his wand to the chains and sent them clattering to the ground. He wrapped his arms around his wolf, two times bigger than himself, and ran out of the doors through which outraged guests were entering. He didn’t care; he just ran.

They shot spells at his back, and he kept running. He didn’t want to let go of Remus to get his wand out, so he kept running, and tried to cast a wandless shield charm.

“PROTEGO!” He yelled on repeat, squeezing his arms around Remus’s waist tighter and tighter, until suddenly, a barrier formed around them, and the beams of light from malicious spells were deflected away.

He sighed heavily in relief, and looked up at Remus. And, to his surprise, Remus blinked. Oh. Not that it was bad, but if the werewolf was mobile, then Sirius would probably end up permanently immobile. Dead.

Carefully, he placed Remus on the ground and gingerly removed his muzzle. He couldn’t help but notice that werewolves were extremely large and very capable of killing, but it was all fine, but also not fine, because the drugs were still flowing through Remus’s system, and apparently, he could only blink.

Which is what he was doing. Keep blinking, Sirius thought, heaving Remus up again and running further, until their surroundings morphed from open land into thick, dense forest.

He placed Remus down again, and sat next to him quietly, not sure if he was watching for danger from people around them, or from the wolf. Looking at Remus, he decided that honestly, this wolf could never be dangerous (well, he could, but Sirius wanted to be blindly ignorant to the danger because he wanted to be closer to Remus).

Which is what he did. He shuffled closer, and tried to arrange Remus’s stiff limbs into something more comfortable. How did werewolves even rest? He took Remus’s hind limbs, grinning at how the knee joints were as knobbly as Remus’s knees in human form, and tucked them into the wolf’s soft, white underside. Then he took the wolf’s front limbs, and tucked them into Remus’s chest, so that Remus was comfortably curled up on his stomach.

He ran a hand through the coarse grey fur on the wolf’s back, enjoying the feeling of it tangling within his fingers and brushing against his skin. Right now, it was short and cropped, supposedly elegant and more pleasant to look at for spoiled elitists, but Sirius decided he’d prefer the hair if it was unkempt and wild, allowed to be loose and free.

After some time of him shuffling so close to Remus he was practically hugging his back, stealing the lycanthrope’s crazy body heat, Remus began to twitch. Sirius startled backwards as Remus slowly stood up on shaking limbs, turning to tower above him, each step closer looking painful, for both Sirius and the wolf.

Sirius reached out to steady Remus’s shaking body, placing a hand on either side of him, gently running them along his back, and the wolf collapsed to the ground, murky eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Hoarsely, as if struggling to speak, Remus growled at him, at first in an attempt to be aggressive, then pitifully.

So Sirius reached up to caress his snout, to reassure him that he would never be drugged again. In fact, after this, Sirius was going to try his utmost best to ensure all werewolves were free from all this abuse. He stared into Remus’s beautiful, human eyes, and tried to channel every comforting thought he had. Remus stared back, and Sirius thought he saw his emotions being reflected.

And suddenly, the wolf’s front limbs were wrapped around his waist, squeezing tighter and tighter, and Sirius wasn’t sure whether he was being killed or revived, but either way, he squeezed back. Around them, a glimmery shield formed, similar to the invisible Protego, but stronger, more intense.

Remus opened his jaws, and howled, right into Sirius’s ear, rendering him practically deaf. Then the wolf was licking his face, letting him go to look at him eagerly, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Right. Sirius burst out laughing, and wiped his sticky face on Remus’s back.

Remus nipped at him, and Sirius dodged. So Remus began prowling towards him, eyes glinting, and he leapt on top of Sirius. And then he opened his jaws. Sirius placed one hand on the upper jaw, and one on the lower, and firmly stilled them, because he was not about to become werewolf prey.

Remus began drooling from keeping his mouth open, huge globs smacking Sirius’s face, and he firmly shut his eyes and sealed his lips away, grimacing. With his eyes still shut, he wriggled further underneath the wolf, and wiped his face on Remus’s underbelly, the white fur smoother and softer than above. Remus whined at the touch, seeming to ask for more. So Sirius gently rubbed the wolf’s delicate belly, until Remus fell asleep. Then he hugged him until Remus woke up as a man.

[msvanillalatte]

WHAT?!

*James with a flower bouquet in hand for Regulus*

Sirius: Aww James, for me? I knew you were sweet...

Remus: Sirius, for fuck sake. You have a boyfriend and those flowers are meant for your brothe-

Sirius: WHAT? *acts dramatic even though all of them knew*

*Regulus enters with another flower bouquet in hand*

Remus: Awwww, thanks Reggie, you didn't have to!

Sirius: Moony, those are for James, let them go-

Regulus: Actually, they are for Remus *winks jokingly*

...

Sirius and James: WHAT?!

James: Actually, I'm noy surprised. After all, he's the Casanova of Gryffindor Tower.

[random-writer-person]

schools almost done which means i’m almost done with physics for the rest of my life 💪💪💪💪

the week after next i’m going to be getting back into the writing grind.

i have a bunch of half written stuff and i have two multi chapter stuff in the works.

[secretsofruni]

prince—ss sirius x guard remus

⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆

“ you did not dance tonight, ” a voice behind her said; brush stopping mid—stroke instantly upon its hearing. “ … or so everyone said as they left. ”

everyone— or his dearest mother. he could see the scene so vividly : the guard finishing up his rounds, on his way to his night—post at his door, where he was always stationed, footsteps once more cadenced by the screeches of the queen. what a common scene, the prince thought. what a reinvigorating, exciting scene. it was, without the shadow of a doubt, one of his favourite things. small pleasures found in the darkness corners of his life.

the hint of a smile appeared on their lips, grey eyes raising to look over one’s shoulder in the mirror. their gaze met instantly. “ no, ” they sighed, concealing blossoming amusement. “ i did not. ”

“ why not ? you love dancing. ” remus frowned.

“ i fear someone ruined it for me. ”

“ who ? ” and there was a certain and sudden edge to his voice; one he could not control in such instances, and never tried to. was his job not to protect sirius ? always the devoted, he had never stopped at protecting her from physical harm. no— so much more harm could be done without need of a single touch; a lacerated tongue cutting deeper than steel could ever aim to. he’d experienced it far too many times, witnessed it even more. n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ ͟ ͟a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟, he’d swore.

“ tell me, ” he took a step forward at her silence, frown deepening, lips pressed so as to not press her even more than he already was. he needed to know, or else, how was he supposed to rebuild what was said to be ruined ? even if it was to be from the ground up, or if the foundations needed to be replaced and completely disposed of. “ please, my prince. ” with these last words utter — words he could not have possibly contained in the cage he’d tried to put on them mere seconds ago —, another step forward was taken.

“ you. ”

“ me— ? ” he stared at her back, not daring to meet her gaze in the mirror anymore. confounded, is what he was. and then, angry, even; angry at himself.

“ yes. you, remus. ” they placed the brush on the vanity, another sigh escaping their lips.

the princess then rose, yet still not facing him. perhaps he was grateful for that at this instant, but he also could not help interpreting this as nothing more than her reproaching him the stain he dared make on her most beloved activity by daring asking her to dance with him those precious few moons ago. but … how could he had not ? seeing her bathing in the moon—light, soft wind sweeping through her hair in a valse of their own, alone, lips curved downward and mind troubled, plagued by prior events he had not been there to prevent. thus had been the reason for his coming that night and he had not regretted it how it had ended (how could he) until now.

but then, he continued, and the torment in which remus had put himself was put to an end. “ how am i supposed to dance with anyone else now that i’ve danced with you ? you’ve ruined it, and now i will never dance again. ”

𝙊𝙃.

remus’ shoulders relaxed. the ghost of a smile passed on his lips, making it its mausoleum— that little stretch on his lips contained life in itself, placed strong, and emboldened by its very builder.

“ i’m sorry for the trouble i’ve caused you. did you want to dance, princess ? ”

“ you’re not sorry, ” he said, plain and true. and remus was not, indeed. the prince’s head moved slightly to look directly over his shoulder for only a second, before looking at the golden moldings of the mirror’s frame. “ and yes, i did want to dance. i always want to— ”

his words were cut short when he felt heat from behind him : remus had closed the distance, taking those final two steps which had been cruelly separating them.

“ do you … ” his breath caressed their neck, and sirius could feel the tips of his fingers skimming across their waist. “ want to dance ? ”

she nodded. and a finger make contact before retracting; as if burned once it realised its own eagerness which had not only be voiced, but also acted upon.

“ with me ? ” his smile could be heard, and sirius couldn’t help but reciprocate it.

“ i think i’ve made myself pretty clear on the matter, moony. ”

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙮. that treasure of a little name he had been gifted by the prince that night. the night they danced under the full moon— and oh, what a power the moon had always held on remus, a power she had shared with the guard, bounding him to her. as he had always felt himself bound with invisible strings to sirius— however that may be, he was could for it. “ so i can call you and always remember this dance, ” he had said.

remus’ hand pressed on his waist, bringing them closer— until not even an inch was separating them anymore. sirius’ breath hitched, there was the touch she had longed for ever since losing it.

dance, they will.

for ever, and always.

life partners. and more.

[iamnotthenewwriter]

A Second Chance

Prompt suggested by @maelove1819

Part One

Harry didn’t know when those feelings had started exactly, he didn’t know when he stared feeling bad for Draco, when he started sympathizing with him, when he started making up all those excuses for the blond acting that way, when he wanted to forgive Draco because he truly didn’t care about anything that had happened before that day.

He didn’t care about what Draco did, Harry knew it wasn’t the male’s fault, he knew that it was just because of his family, because of his father and he had been stuck in that situation with no way of being able to escape his fate.

Draco was just a victim like the rest of them, he would have never chosen to do what he had to if he had been free to do so but things happen and he came to the conclusion that he could forgive Draco because it wasn’t his own fault and because even though he didn’t want to admit it to himself he had feelings for Draco.

Harry didn’t know when he started felling that way towards Draco but he couldn’t change that, he could only try and speak to Draco and hopefully the blond would resonate with him and they could end up being both on the right side before the war that he knew was imminent.

He didn’t want Draco to be on Voldemort’s side, he wanted to save him before saving himself and the rest of the wizarding world.

For the rest of the story search #a second chance on my blog