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ay0nha · 2 years ago

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Love is a Losing Game | Remus Lupin

SUMMARY: Remus held your glare with softness. Its intent wasn’t to make you squirm, but it had. You wanted to fight, a reason to retaliate. But Remus knew you well, understood you still, and knew what it meant to distance yourself with well-earned vexation.

Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth. Sooner or later, that debt is paid

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNINGS: semi-enemies-to-lovers, semi-forced proximity, morally grey reader, mutual pining, slow burn, adult Remus, drinking, swearing, canon-typical things, etc.

A/N: Oop, not me using another Amy Winehouse song as a title. Anyways, Remus has been On My Mind. I wanted angst and this is where I ended up. Enjoy.

TAGS: @kalllistos @sp1rit-realm

“Answer the question.”

The brief and concise statement thrown at you mimicked the ones prior. Your reluctance to answer was anticipated; everyone seated before the Wizengamot reacted similarly. But the jury surrounding you didn’t have the same empathy for you.

“The answer is obvious, isn’t it?” You were oddly relaxed in the stiff wooden seat. The eyes on you hadn’t made you nervous but rather energized your subtle rage. “Or is our system that dull? Have you truly failed to see who is behind this?”

“Be mindful; your responses have repercussions.” The interrogator warned. His position saved you from a scornful vote against your innocence. Yet, those who looked on weren’t too far off. “Were you or were you not in possession of a time-turner?”

Of course, I was, you thought. The framing of your trial was spectacular. All evidence was vindictive, and the story was so perfectly skewed there was no way to worm your way out. Your fate was already sealed.

“You lot ask the wrong questions.” Your laugh was bitter.

“Your admission. Only.” His patience was running thin, his politeness only formality as his tone opposed it entirely.

The truth was a volatile thing. Children were taught that it was essential in life, valued so highly that corrupt justice could manipulate it so finely that you almost believed it yourself. Lying, therefore, became a habit. It came naturally as if second-hand nature.

The twitch of your lip was poisonous. “Guilty.”

The crowd murmured at your feigned candor. The whispers were silly, as anonymity never existed for those wearing plum-colored robes. Every face was bared, burned into your memory by resentment.

—

It happened more often than you liked—where your breath drew in tightly, and your eyes shot open as if searching your environment for more air. The air always felt stolen. At times, it was.

Rarely did it happen when it was still light out. It was a mistake to fall asleep so openly.

“You alright?” Remus perked from his book, cautious enough not to cause a scene but aware enough to know you weren’t. His attentiveness made you nauseous.

Ignoring him no longer led to guilt. You viewed it as self-preservation. It was the only selfish act you could take in your condition. You’d be stupid not to exercise your only right.

Pushing yourself from the loveseat, you noticed how the fire had grown from the small ember you started. The cold was getting to you only due to how well-suited Remus seemed for it. His home was characteristically quaint, more inviting than you could ever be.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but fate was never on your side.

“Is it the same dream?” Remus pushed lightly. His attempts at your vulnerability were in vain. It had been weeks, and you’d yet to budge.

You pulled your neck until it popped. You didn’t speak until there weren’t any more joints left to crack. “You know, Lupin…” You were setting him up for failure. “...You consider us the same…”

Remus’ mannerisms were predictable; they suited him well. They were an extension of his character that only caused a chain reaction in you, with his middle finger covering his lip to hide his growing smile, his pointer, and thumb balanced on his jaw and chin.

Even he looked inviting.

Remus’ posture shifted, placing the book beside him with no need of a bookmark as the pages frayed with favoritism. Your fingers twitched with curiosity to trace every word as if it were an exploration of his mind. Yet, you were far too preoccupied with his smirk, ready to welcome a challenge.

“I’ll bite.” His tongue had been sharpened since you were children. You were cut from the same cloth.

“The skeletons in our closest are almost—” Maybe your exhaustion had caught up to you, jumbling your words that they didn’t even make sense to you. “—interchangeable. Sure.”

Remus hummed, wholly amused by your shrug.

“Yet, there’s something that is distinct, something you conveniently overlook.” You matched his hum, the miming childish but necessary for the pageant you created.

Amusement shifted to confusion. Perhaps it was your newfound voice or the pent-up anger that came with it. It was calculated and wild.

“Remus J. Lupin, the reluctant hero…” You tutted with tender sarcasm. A hand rest above your heart, the same way the elderly read the headline that exploited your name, “...how kind of you to pity a recluse like me… if only you could show me the way…”

“You ridicule empathy as if—

“Empathy—” The word was sharp, foreign on your tongue. “Empathy will get you killed.”

Remus held your glare with softness. Its intent wasn’t to make you squirm, but it had. You wanted to fight, a reason to retaliate. But Remus knew you well, understood you still, and knew what it meant to distance yourself with well-earned vexation.

Therefore, he moved slowly. The book returned to its place in his makeshift library. The fire was tended to with a quick glance. Remus stood beside you, not close enough to inflict discomfort but near enough for you to hear how his softness permeated through into words.

“Then, I am a dead man walking.”

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Your dreams—nightmares—always stopped before your sentencing—when Dumbledore was called as the final witness. Your verdict was felt as you were hoisted from your seat, dragged through a crowd that believed you were let off too easily, another questioning attribute of Dumbledore’s sanity.

Procure her wand. Dumbledore shrugged, appealing to half the court. Even then, you droned out the conversation knowing how he was skilled at manipulating a room with innate cheekiness.

However, you were drained, any resistance becoming a luxury. Your wand was snapped before a cheering crowd; your mind went blank in reaction to the resonation. You were no longer your own; that much you took away.

There forward, the memory continued hazily; the only evidence of consciousness was the photo before you. Taunting you.

The flash made you squint, distorting your frown into a grimace. It was unflattering, as were all of the Daily Prophet photos. Your hands were preoccupied, one finding solace on your necklace, a nervous habit you never tried to shake—never truly noticed until Remus had.

The other, reaching forward with an instinctual drive. The repetition of the photo missed the moment of impact. But you recognized the hand reaching back for yours, the littering of scars a sincere giveaway. Dumbledore invited him, knowing you would never ask Remus to be there yourself.

If you stared long enough, you swore you remembered how the connection led you to safety.

The consequence of the memory always led to liquor. Remus knew about your small stockpile but never addressed it. He learned you favored wine. Although what you procured was cheap, its tangy sweetness invited mischief and mended the faint heartache. It was a dangerous game to play with the soft jazz that wafted from downstairs.

You caught yourself humming; the tune played so frequently that you caught on. It was a reliable tune. Attached was a perfected image; Remus fighting sleep with a dwindling cigarette sucked on every offbeat.

Just as imagined, Remus’ head rested back, eyes closed. His wrist was limp on the arm of the couch, cigarette dangling dangerously close to the fabric. Beside him was the script-filled letter he’d only just put down that you’d already memorized.

“What did he want?” Your voice covered the distance as you weren’t yet ready to inch forward. Remus heard the groan of the old stairs as you snuck down. You rarely left your room once the sun set, but you’d excuse your presence for a search of warmth.

It was endearing the way Remus’ head lulled to meet your eye. “You’ve already read it.”

“Professor Lupin.” You teased. Your intoxication compelled you. “Sounds nice.”

“You’re making me blush.” His words were muffled with another drag. The smoke framed his face, drawing you in. He didn’t smoke often, so you knew nerves formed the habit.

“You’ll do well.” Your kindness was premeditated. Although you blocked the guilt, your subconscious couldn’t. And now words tumbled from your mouth, slurring just barely. “Be careful.”

“I’m sure I’ll manage ten-year-olds.” He eyed you as you moved to sit across from him. He took your uncharacteristic chattiness in stride.

You shook your head, revealing the concern that etched your features, “You know that’s not what I mean.”

The fire crackling filled the lull. The house felt different the past few days. It was obvious what rippled through the air. It caused panic in every household. Every outlet in every house was filled with the news.

Black still at large

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today.

Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle.

Have you seen this wizard?

Remus appreciated the opportunity you provided him to dismiss your comment with another.

“I’m going to throw a party while you're gone. Really wreck the place.”

His eyes crinkled with light laughter. It bubbled at your teasing. It made you shy, like you’d said something wrong, gone too far, and lost your defensive bravado.

“C’mere.” Remus beckoned you. His eyes tracked you carefully as you stood again. Your lack of hostility felt refreshing, but your steps forward gave away your stupor. But you were intentional, bumping your knee against his.

With the barely-there tangling of limbs, you plucked the cigarette balanced on his lips. The smoke reached deep within your lungs, eliciting a soothing cough. “Never was one for these.”

Remus’ arm grazed past you, fabric provoking friction as he reached for the letter. His body moved with an ache that he couldn’t seem to shake. You noticed it in all his actions; even small movements reminded him of his burden. You restrained yourself from reaching out to support the weight that ought to be off his left side. He managed, but it wasn't enough.

“Go on, hold it out…” He nodded to the impending roach, letter still in hand. Remus was being gentle purposefully. It functioned to ease you into what you were about to uncover. “...look closely.”

You expected him to reclaim his cigarette and tease you about a habit you could never pick up like he had. Your mind wandered briefly, reminiscing on shared teenage innocence, but the thought was interrupted.

The parchment was enchanted, revealing its true contents. It was a novice spell, one that was often times forgotten. To reveal it, one had to warm the paper, and the cinder of the cigarette did just that.

Letter by letter, the hidden message reflected your name. Dumbledore was clever enough to foresee your snooping.

Your arrival will mean so much more than you know.

You should have seen it coming. It was a natural progression due to Sirius roaming. The movement was enough to bleed into the muggle world. It was imperative that Remus would respond, motivating him and the dementors attached.

Everything had a magnetism, pulling you in out of necessity.

“Naturally.” You flicked the remnants of the cigarette into the fireplace. The letter followed. Warmth spread through your limbs, an anger that you had almost forgotten. You went to distance yourself again.

“It’s for the best.” There was candor to Remus’ comment. It was a part of your stipulation, another idea introduced by your former headmaster.

Remus was responsible for you, there to supervise your lack of magic. Where he went, you did. Otherwise, you would have carved a space for yourself in Azkaban. You’d never admit it, but some days you questioned if you’d be better off with the solitude of a cell.

Regardless, eyes were on you.

Your frown ticked, “I never liked children.”

“They’re harmless.” Remus tried to reassure you. You knew he’d do well; there weren’t many things that he didn’t have a natural aptitude for. If he had, you were the obstacle.

“Is that what we were?” You hummed with a bite. “Harmless?”

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fandoomrants · 1 year ago

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ohhh just saw ur rant post! i agree with like 99.99% of it and im excited and i just wanna point out that it's stated in canon that james would have considered it the height of dishonor to distrust his friends, so, canonically, we only know of sirius suspecting remus (although i've read fics where james also distrused remus and i adore the angst and the drama and the absolute tragedy of it)

to add to the dorm thing: there are only like 5 boys in gryffindor in harry's year. not just in his dorm, but the whole house (as stated in chambers of secrets), so there's a very real chance the marauders were the only 4 boys in their year in gryffindor

and also to back up another one of ur points: pottermore canon states that remus was the one to bring peter into the group ("Remus, always the underdog’s friend, was kind to short and rather slow Peter Pettigrew, a fellow Gryffindor, whom James and Sirius might not have thought worthy of their attention without Remus’s persuasion. Soon, these four became inseparable."). before that it also states that "Remus Lupin was swiftly befriended by two cheerful, confident and rebellious boys, James Potter and Sirius Black. They were attracted by Remus’s quiet sense of humour and a kindness that they valued, even if they did not always possess it themselves"

Half my posts are rants, it's literally in the name of my url 😅😅 But I know which one you mean.

Oh, yeah, you're actually right here. It was pretty much Sirius we know about but I somehow thing it must have been a little bit from the others too. Especially because of the fact that Remus had actively started distancing himself. Oh, just imagine if Peter was intentionally slipping comments about it or something just so he can fully take the suspicion from himself away. And then... In reality I think Remus was mostly doing it to just keep them safe.

I'm not 100% sure if it's ever mentioned that someone outside of the Marauders, later Snape, and Dumbledore knew he's a werewolf. Maybe the other teachers, or some of them, but I highly doubt anyone in the first Order knew. In fact, maybe Lily didn't know. And I mentioned in another post how I think that maybe he hasn't seen Harry as a baby and this makes me feel so sad because he probably wanted to stay away.

But I'm not so sure here, I have to admit it's been a while since I read the books.

I fall into some downwards spiral about angsty thoughts but I actually don't like reading such fics xD Honestly, in this fandom I can swear 80% of them are either some angst or Major Character Death warning... I can't. If I want that, I'll reread the parts from the book xD

Oh, okay, that's a good point! We really don't know if there weren't other boys there. I just think, all dorms were kind of for 5 people and idk, if there are 5 students, they all gonna be in one. If there are 10 or less, they'll be in two, etc. So I suppose here the question is how many boys were in this year. (Tbh, I never really understood the roommates thing xD I somehow can't imagine having to share a room with someone for years and not becoming friends. Sure, for example Harry and Ron were best friends but I believe they considered the other friends too, just not as close. How would you otherwise trust these people with stuff like... Not touching your personal things or like, killing you in your sleep. Stuff like that. Also, it's otherwise kinda awkward.)

Thanks for pointing this out! I wasn't completely sure about it but I thought it's so. Now just imagine how everything must have felt even more awful for Remus in the end. But aoso this whole roommate thing would make lots of sense as to why he befriended Peter in the first place and later they all became friends.

Thanks for the ask and the info!!

#hp #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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solitaire-sol · 1 year ago

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Prongsfoot Week 2023 - Day 1

This... maybe got away from me a bit, but I'll take any chance to present my Prongsfoot ramblings in a semi-organized fashion!

When and Why did you begin to Ship Prongsfoot? What makes you Ship it? Basically, just gush on this ship.

Somewhat ironically, developing a NOTP led me to this OTP: Back when the books were still coming out, I was a Harmony shipper. (Not a crazy one, I swear!) This led to a lot of "discussions" with people who shipped other pairings, but most relevantly with several Sirius/Remus fans who were both extremely disdainful of my noncanon ship and adamant that their ship was, in fact, canon/eventual canon. This led to little Past Me re-reading the PoA and post-PoA books multiple times, trying and failing to see this "proof" of Wolfstar, but in the process paying a lot more attention to pre-Golden Trio characters. "Actually," I thought, "Sirius seems a lot more attached to Harry's dad than to Lupin. Huh." I found myself fascinated by their dynamic, by the hold Sirius' friendship with (and loss of) James had on Sirius, and how much is implied about James that we don't get to see (the Potter lineage, James "maturing," etc). Imagine my disappointment when not only was Sirius/James not popular, but Wolfstar, which didn't appeal to me, was only gaining steam (see: "Wolfstar is canon/eventual canon!"). Shipping wars were more 'maniacal sports fans' than 'political discourse' at the time, but between being deep into then-fandom and not liking Wolfstar, I found myself shipping Sirius/James almost by accident because… Well, it just made so much more sense.

Yes, James is dead before the series actually starts; yes, James marries a woman and has a son; but I've yet to meet a fandom that lets such paltry things as 'canonical facts' stop a ship, and it's always baffled me that Prongsfoot isn't more widely recognized for its potential, if nothing else. I will always believe this stems from a one-two punch of early HP fandom's obsession with canon vs noncanon, Jily being canon, which led to Wolfstar and the subsequent idea that Sirius "belongs" to Remus With the series completed, we have a surprisingly complex character in James, tantalizingly hinted-at if not explored in-depth, and we're given ample on-page examples of Sirius' exceptional qualities as well as his deep attachment to James, who must be exceptional himself to command this kind of devotion and affection. They're the most interesting characters to me, for what we see and what we don't see, and unlike a lot of other pairings they don't require a hammer and chisel to force them into a romantic mold: They're best friends and platonic soulmates, but they could just as easily be romantic partners and the shift feels completely natural. There's an equality and an authenticity to their partnership that I cherish deeply and don't find in a lot of their other ships, which often require them to be OOC… and if a fic doesn't include them as each other's best friend and Most Important Person, I consider it OOC.

In a way, lack of good James/Sirius friendship nudged me towards actual Prongsfoot because other ships de-emphasize the importance of James and Sirius in each others' lives to make the ship work, including outright giving their roles away, ex. someone else being the only person who can rein James in, Sirius running away to [name here] instead of to James. James and Sirius make each other more themselves, for better and for worse, and I honestly believe that they believe it's always for the better: They embrace each other's strengths and weaknesses, love each other for their flaws instead of despite them, support each other even after death (if the memory of James wasn't instrumental in Sirius surviving Azkaban, I'll eat my nonexistent hat). Sirius has so much devotion to James, enough to eat rats and face death for James' son, his godson, who he had a year of knowing before it all went to hell, that I find it hard to believe he had much room for anyone else; and from what we see, that devotion was absolutely reciprocated. Even after marrying Lily, even after Harry, JamesandSirius were such a thing that James' own wife writes to Sirius to say my husband is down and only you can make him feel better, not his wife or child or other friends. They would have buried bodies for each other, and I'd be surprised if that didn't actually happen off-page. What we see of their past makes it clear that they existed together in some rarefied space that would have absolutely continued regardless of who they dated or who they married or where they wound up. I'll always be a little sad that we didn't get more of these two in canon, and I'll always be equal parts frustrated and bewildered that these two are not the Marauder ship, or at least a much much more popular ship than they are.

Over time, the popular depictions of James and Sirius grew increasingly incompatible with the way I saw them, which is generally closer to canon: James is not an idiot jock or an indiscriminate bully (he's very discriminate, thank you) or an abuser, Sirius is not an idiot sex addict or peer-pressured by James into bullying (he's absolutely an active bully of Snape & Co) or there solely to fawn over Remus. This is also where I started to dislike Remus, sorry Remus fans, neither uwu softboi Remus and uberdom alpha Remus are my jam I eventually fell out of fandom in general and didn't think more than the occasional wistful thought until I re-read the books and had that Prongsfoot flame reignited, enough that I started to read HP fic and even write/post stuff again. I'm endlessly grateful for the authors who put such wonderful work out there, and for people who cultivate this little pocket of a fandom that's otherwise become alien to me, as someone who just doesn't get much of New Marauder Fandom and its ATYD influences.

James and Sirius are soulmates and friends-to-lovers and fluff and angst and boyish exuberance and the uncertainty of growing up, they're knowing you're meant to spend your lives together and struggling to exist when your other half is gone, they're sweet domesticity and the darkness of war and Good vs Evil and all the shades of gray, they're loving someone relentlessly and instinctively and maybe unwisely but knowing it's 100% reciprocated, no-strings-attached, because you can't be any other way and wouldn't change that (or them) if you could. There's just so many ways to explore Prongsfoot and all of it works because these boys contain multitudes, and I just want to gather all of it around me like a nesting squirrel and snuggle down amidst the Prongsfoot goodness.

#ProngsfootWeek2023 #Day 1 #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #i type a lot of words

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doux-ange · 2 years ago

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SWEAR NOT BY THE MOON

regulus black x natalie sallow (oc), (brief) remus lupin x ruby gaudart, remus lupin x sirus black, james potter x lily evans (mTBA)

summary: Regulus Black was always a mystery to Natalie, one she never wanted to uncover. Regulus, on the other hand, can't seem to leave her alone.

genre: fluff, angst, romance, slowburn

warnings: mentions of child abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of cheating, drug abuse, daddy issues, mommy issues, everybody has issues, lots of angst 'cause literally all of them die in canon, kind of canon deviation idk, probably more but i'll add as i go on

note: the remus x ruby thing doesn't last, wolfstar is endgame until y'know. i wanted it to be x reader at first but i loveeee making edits of the characters and ppl don't like reader face-claims so

masterlist ; info ; playlist - nat & reg ; fic playlist ; character list (ocs)

CHAPTERS:

prologue (coming soon)

chapter 1: (coming soon)

(tba)

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sybilances · 7 months ago

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🔮peer into my past, my present and my future🔮

i am sybill trelawney

i am in ravenclaw

there are two Ls in my name, remember that

i sense i am joined on this website by several of my classmates, so allow me to read their futures.

The order here is just copied from Siri's blog, and I don't want to rank you guys anyways so here we have it

@im-a-not-so-sirius-star - sirius black, a gryffindor who will face great times, yes, but great hardships also. many hardships, in fact.

@rj-mo0ny-lupin - remus lupin, another gryffindor, who will face terrible losses in his future

@heres-ur-daily-dose-of-prongsie - james potter, yet another gryffindor. he will have everything he dreams of, but it will all be taken away. fast. too fast.

@wormtail-pete - peter pettigrew, still another gryffindor. he will lose everyone he loved, but learn to worship another

@ur-fave-rockstar-girl - marlene mckinnon. i'm sure you can guess what house she's in... she shall strive for greatness but get discarded like so many others

@mary-macdonald1 - mary macdonald. goodness there are a lot of gryffindors on here. she shall choose to stay safe, but at a terrible cost (account being prepared)

@lily-pad-love - lily evans. seriously why are there no other houses on here. she shall try and live her life only to have it destroyed

@aunty-emms-emporium - emmeline vance a ravenclaw (?)

@reggieblackthepoet - regulus black. a slytherin (finally! someone who's not in gryffindor). i see drowning in his future, but whether it is literal or metaphorical remains to be seen.

@barty-not-bartemius - barty crouch jr, another slytherin. tired of being in his father's shadow, he will take matters into his own hands. the consequences of his actions remain blurry to me.

@driedoutrose - evan rosier. i swear from being on here you would think hogwarts only has two houses.

Ooc: the account seems dead? They blocked me potentially. So idk what to say really... (i was going to ask them a couple questions bc idk much about evan)

@pandadoraa - pandora rosier, finally a fellow ravenclaw! she will live a nice life, not too long, not too short. and no i'm not giving her a nice prediction just because she's my friend, she's just the only one of you doomed people who has a decent future.

@cassie-meadowes - dorcas meadowes, a slytherin. she shall be very powerful, but power alone will not be enough.

why are there no hufflepuffs?

Idk how to indicate how her voice sounds to me other than that font but idk how legible it is to everyone, feel free to ask me to change :D

I have decided that she will not use capital lettes and I feel I may regret this... I'm using punctuation though bc otherwise this would be total word soup lol

Her predictions are very very very heavily inspired by canon lol

A sibilance is a hissing sound that's created as a result of the letter "s" or other letter combinations - i love english classes but now i'm a nerd oops

this is entirely for fun, and if you don’t agree with my views on sybil then there are plenty of other rp blogs out there <333

I do not support JKR if you do or are transphobic, homophobic, biphobic, racist, sexist, etc. please leave

graphics by @saradika-graphics

main is @dandelionflowery

#marauders era #rp blog #Oh god this is hard to read #My deepest apologies if you read this on mobile omg

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robynlilyblack · 2 years ago

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One day at a time

Chapter 3: November 26th 1981

Remus Lupin x fem! marauder! reader (eventually)

Summary: Full moons aren’t so bad when you have your best friend

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, nudity, past relationships (Sirius x reader, slight wolfstar), pain, everything to do with lycanthropy and it’s associated pain, canon character deaths, angst, slight trauma, grief, bittersweet fluff, slow burn friends to lovers

A/n: 6.6k words, sorry for the delays, had deadlines then got a little unwell xx please enjoy!

Navigation | Remus Lupin Masterlist | Chapter 2

You flicked through the channels, and by channels, there were only two with reasonable signal. You could’ve gotten up, fix the little antenna by moving it around and up and down in a little dance before untimely placing back in the original spot where it miraculously work but that was effort, and effort was something you had in little spades now. Most of your days were spent trying to get to the end, them which was by all definitions a rather miserable existence but given your situation, things could be a lot worse than miserable.

Suddenly you heard a bang behind you, causing a small gasp to escape your lips as the control jolted out of your hand and into the floor where the batteries tumbe out on impact due the tape used to keep them in having finally gave way. You then turned warily towards the sound and are greeted by the sight of Remus, still in his pyjamas, hair ruffled and wild, looking like a grumpy old man as he shuffled around the kitchen

Your eyebrows furrow but decide against scolding him for not resting, despite wincing in time with him as he is clearly in pain, bones already aching dreadfully from the full moon. He didn’t spare you a glance, he would have heard your gasp and dispel of batteries that had rolled from the carpet onto the hardwood floor but he was most likely too caught up in whatever it was he was doing to acknowledge you.

Whatever it was, involved staring precariously into the cupboards before slamming it shut and proceeding to walk around the kitchen repeating that whilst making as much noise as possible. You don’t flinch at the sounds though, nor are surprised by his abuse of the kitchen cabinets. The dorm room wardrobes, great hall plates and class quills all suffered the same back at Hogwarts

Each moon effected Remus differently you see. You weren’t entirely certain just how many kinds there were, but you were sure you had witnessed the fair majority of them. There was the moon where he suffered from severe fatigue and never left his bed until the transformation. The one where he was depressed, self-deprecate and would eat all the chocolate he could get his hands on. The one the boys never talked about but would often make you leave during, though you were sure had something to so with the pillow on his lap.

And finally, there was this one which was often dubbed as the crabbit old man moon

This one caused him to whinge about everything and be incredibly irritable and snappy to anyone that got in his way…in fact with the rate he was going you were considering hiding the vase beside you in case it got a sore head

Flipping off the blanket, your shiver a little at the cold air hitting your legs before shifting onto your knees to lean down and grab the control, then lean even further for the batteries. Sure you were too lazy to get up, and sure, this could be considered more effort but shush

“Where the fuck are all the pots!” Remus exclaims, shocking and causing you to, in a rather gracefully mannor, slide off of the couch and onto the floor with minimal damage

His question, you find as you lay there, feet still on the couch, is rhetorical. Hearing him groan as he kneels down to the bottom cupboards, and begin muttering about who’s grand idea it was to put them all the way down here in the very back. Meanwhile you pop your lips as you lay there, looking like some penguin that had fallen over and couldn’t be arsed getting back up. Eventually you do lug yourself up, feet falling off the couch as you sit up on your knees. Grabbing the batteries you rub your slightly carpet burned cheek with a pout, before finally making your way back up to the couch and slipping the batteries into the remote once more

“Did you get it?” you ask after catching your breath, nose scrunching pre-emptively as you know it’s a mistake to ask but still can’t stop yourself from doing so after one too many seconds of silence on his part

His head snaps towards you, eyes filled with such fury over a pot you could have laughed if you weren’t sure he may throw the packet of spaghetti he now had in his other hand at you…or even the pot itself

“Get it?” he holds it up and shakes it in your direction “Yeah I finally fucking got it” he grumbles, wincing as he stands back up and half throws it and the packet onto the counter “What? You put it way in the back just to annoy me?” he scolds but as soon as the anger comes out it fades and his face soon softens

You give him a small smile, letting him know it’s okay, it’s just his hormones going a little crazy with imminent transition. His face still fills with regret though, and he lets out a shaky breath as he says the most genuine and heart breaking ‘sorry’ before turning back to and heading over to the stove with the pot and packet

Biting your lip, you resist the urge to tell him it’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry, because it wouldn’t help, only make him feel worse. You quietly turn back to the tv, immersing yourself in that instead ,and finding the sight of some women being angry her ‘family heirloom’ was junk more than amusing, then giggling as quietly as you could as it

Your giggles aren’t quite as quiet to Remus though, and he turns back to see the little smile on your face. His shoulders relax at the sight, glad to know his outburst didn’t hurt you. Not that they ever did. He’d said and done worse in his school days when puberty plus lycanthropy was both a rage filled and embarrassing combo. Sighing, he places the pot on the stove but delays in lighting it and turns back to you for a moment.

He was nervous, not for the moon, he was used to that by now but for you. The forthcoming moon wasn’t ever explicitly talked about, nor was your part in it. The only thing you had insisted upon was for the days leading up and after he take the bed and you the pull out, which after much grumbling he eventually agreed to. Deep down though he knew there was no way on this green earth that you were staying behind, not on your watch anyway. Maybe that’s why he spent the day in bed to avoid the conversation, the argument, and maybe that’s why he abused half the kitchen and snapped at you as his way of trying to protect you, deter you from wanting to help him in order to keep you safe

Remus takes one last look at you before turning to the window, eyeing the woods he would be entering in a few hours, already praying it would be a smooth transition, he didn’t need any more pain, nor did he deserve any more than the fates had already dealt him this month

Taking a breath, he begins to fiddle with the packet to the spaghetti “For fucks sake” he mutters to himself as the blasted thing won’t open “Come on” he begs until eventually it comes way and practically explodes everywhere “Shit!”

You jump at that, or more the pieces of spaghetti that somehow fly far enough to reach the couch “Is everything alright?” you wonder in a small state of shock before trying to mask your amusement as you see the kitchen and realise what happen

“Fecking grand” he chucks the packet which held one depressing single piece of pasta on the counter and throws his hands in the air before they settle on his hips, eyes surveying the damage

You get up then, sliding the pair of slippers that Remus had originally bought for his late mother on before you do “Moony” you call, cringing at the crunching pasta as you make your way over to him “Why are you making food it’s late?” you question softly, trying not to upset him, but you were sure you had already bought him dinner around an hour prior

“What? A man can’t eat before every bone in his body break?” he says so off handily, almost casually, that you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips “My pain funny huh?” he bites, irritation flooding his features

Your face drops at the scold but you soon wear a sympathetic smile “You know that’s not true” your hand reaches out to gently rub his forearm

He relaxes at your touch, face morphing to regretful as he sighs “I’m being an arsehole, aren’t I?” he asks, pressing his lips together

You bob your head “Yeah” you let out a little laugh to ease his tension “But you’re allowed to be” your hands move to take his hands and lead him away from the spaghetti blast zone “I’ll clean in up later” you assure him as you clock his sadness over the fallen pasta

Eventually you get him to the couch, hands leaving his after you sit him down before you flick away some of the spaghetti and sit yourself down beside him. Nothing is said for a moment, so when your hand finds his lower thigh you just gently rub your thumb back and forth, massaging the sore muscle softly and his eyes flutter at it

“I’m…” you start so quietly Remus can’t make the syllable out “Can I come with you?” you ask and are not surprised at his own shock

Remus remains quiet, processing and slightly cursing you for asking him instead of telling him, making it much harder for him to say no. Yet his heart knows if he really did tell you no, you would stay here, maybe you wouldn’t be happy about it but you would never force him, never.

“Bugs” his hand cups yours, saying your name but with no idea how he was going to continue on

Soon he would need to leave, head deep into the woods, far enough that he couldn’t catch whiff of you back here. It was a risk if you stayed or gone with, but more so if you went though. Yet, in lack of his ‘better’ judgement, he wished for you there, merlin he longed for it, as he did with his two…three other friends. In fact, during one of his and yours many breakdowns over the last couple of weeks he had confessed how lonely the transitions had been without everyone, how he was sure they were hurting more without your presence

He had one issue now, even if he did allow it, he had no idea how long it had been since you last shifted. Merlin, in general you had always been a bit of a wild card with it, once you attended classes as James’ pet rabbit for a week when you couldn’t shift back, which was rather rough for said dear when he had to inform the younger kinds that fell in love with your fluffy self that you had mysteriously went missing, because let’s face it, there was no way he was telling a bunch of kids you died…especially after Peters fake funeral

“Joey” he says rather randomly after a few minutes of silence and then cringes, cheek tinting

“Joey?” you giggle at the absurdity before your mouth drops and your eyes widen “I’m not gonna pull another Joey, Moony!” you exclaim, shrugging off his hand and crossing your arms, pouting, you get stuck as a rabbit four times and suddenly no one trusts you to shift on queue anymore

He smiles a little at your attempt to be mad, not to mention the stunned look when you first realised “I’m…” he takes a breath “I’m not afraid of you pulling a Joey, that would be fine. You could just hop around the garden and all I’d have to worry about was you eating everything. Especially the bushes, the bushes took 3 years to grow it be a real shame…” his eyes look off towards the kitchen window

“Moony focus” you draw his attention back, a supressed giggle escaping your lips as you still can’t quite get over how much of a green finger your friend has become

“Oh right” he chuckles nodding, cheeks becoming ever redder “What I’m saying is I don’t want you to pull an…anti Joey” his expression saddens and your amused one does the same

“Anti-Joey?” you repeat, earning a slow nod and quick quirk up of his cheeks in a downturned smile “Moony that wouldn’t happen” your hands reach back out, giving his arm a squeeze

As you do it turns around and his other moves up to grasp your wrists, before the grip softens and his larger hands slide up to cup yours “I’m not willing to risk it” he caresses the skin “Risk you”

You shift closer, turning your hands around to lace your fingers “And I don’t want you to be on your own ever again” you tell him, tone equal in firmness and sincerity “I can’t sit here all night knowing you’re out there in pain…and…as selfish as this is I…I don’t think I can be alone either. I’m not ready to be left with just my own thoughts”

Your confessions leave his heart floored, and he leans in to rest his forehead on yours, debating what to do but ultimately allows his heart to be victor just this once…not without some ground rules though

“One condition” he whispers

“Name it” you whisper back, conviction evident as you both know after so many years of friendship and love you both would do anything if it helped the other asked

He pulls back to look at you properly “Prove to me you can still shift without problems and with no wand” he asks simply, with a small yet warm smile

You just nod, detaching yourself and shuffling back a little on the couch, bringing your legs up to sit on your knees. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes, focusing on turning and after a second or two you feel yourself shrinking

“Godric, I forgot how adorable you are like that”

With that your eyes flutter open, staring up at him with those cute and now gigantic eyes, and a laugh escapes him as he watches you huff at his comment

He shakes his head “Not that you aren’t adorable in general” he bows down on the couch, like a little magnet is pulling him towards you

As he reaches out, you’re already hopping over and climbing onto his lap, nestling yourself in between his legs with your arse by wiggling it about. Once your settled, he begins to scratch just behind your left ear, causing your back leg kick in-voluntarily and he chuckles, moving into a crossed leg position so you can curl up properly

Out of everyone’s forms, he had to admit yours was his favourite. Not only were you fluffy and cute but for some reason it always made moony calmer. Your presence in general always helped but bunny you on the day of the full moon was like a kind of medicine made especially for him, and he would always be forever grateful for it

“Bugs” he says noticing your body going limp to which you stare up at him with sad eyes that soon begin to flutter again

The thought of actually leaving you in a little blanket fort to sleep the entire night away did cross his mind, but come morning you would kill him…and definitely eat his entire garden out of spite, starting with the bushes. Though as he glances over at the time, he realises you both have around 2 hours before you absolutely have to leave so he lifts you gently into his arms and stands up, gaining your attention as you stare up at him looking confused

“I’ll let an egg timer so we can nap and not worry. We’ll need out energy for later” he tells you, to which you nod and are already half asleep by the time he gets to the bedroom, placing you down on the bed while he goes and gets the timer

Coming back into the room, he turns the chicken shaped timer and sets it on the bedside table before climbing in. The lights were already off and with winter closing in the nights grew dark fast, making falling asleep that bit easier, even quicker as he feels you hop over to his side, curling up in the space between his chest and arm, letting out a little noise of what can only be happiness as his hand gently cups your body

He then closes his eyes and the black nothingness soon drifts into a distant memory…

“Remus?”

He turns to look at the door from his position on the bed, smiling as he watches his friend waltz in

“You seen y/n about? I’ve been looking for her all afternoon” he asks, plopping himself down on the bed, making it bounce a little as he does “Actually on the subject, you seen James or Pete either?” he wonders

Remus doesn’t answer the question, just shushes him softly and curls his hand “Come look at this” he says, rolling off the bed quietly

The raven-haired boy looks confused but complies “What?” he whispers, voice low as he follows Remus across the room, towards the window that lied in the space between James and Peters beds

“James is off getting…sorry” he shakes his head correcting himself “…nicking Marlene’s camera”

The boy sniggers at that but it soon fades out as he spots the sight of you and Peter snuggled up as a bunny and rat on the floor, settled on top of a small pillow and blanket fort

“Aww” he coos “That’s our pretty girl…and Pete” he says proudly though second part has a slight head bob to it causing Remus to chuckle

Remus shifts onto the floor, leaning his back against Peters bed while he does the same on James’ “Where have you been?” he inquires softly, not wishing for you to wake up before a good photo can be taken

“Hogsmeade” he replies but his eyes are fixed on you and the way your nose twitches in your sleep

“On your own?” Remus wonders, head tilting

“Couldn’t find anyone to come with me so I went myself. Got you some chocolate though” he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out Remus’ favourite wizarding brand

“You shouldn’t have” he nags like he always does whenever anything nice is done for him, to which the chocolate is promptly shoved into his chest

“Shut and take it, you silly wolf” he holds it to his chest, eyeing him until he gives in and accepts it “Got our girl some stuff too but I already gave it to Red since I assumed she was off with James or something” his eyes flick back to Remus briefly then back to you, smiling at your sleeping figure “She’s gorgeous like that isn’t she?”

Remus’ eyes never leave his friends face though “Beautiful” he notes with a sad undertone before averting his eyes

“We should have names”

Remus’ eyes snap back “Last time I checked we both had three” he jests with a chuckle

“Cheeky” the boy eyes him with a smirk, causing Remus’ confidence to die a little under it “I meant like nicknames because our animagus forms are too on the nose to just say like there’s only so many times I can say James is my dear friend” he says with a small laugh

“Come up with any good ones?” he asks interested

“Prongs…” he makes little antlers with his hands and Remus smiles, the full genuine smile mirrored by the raven-haired boy as well “…Wormtail…” he then gently flicks Peters tail “…and Padfoot” he waves his foot in Remus’ face

“Cute” Remus chuckles, pushing his friend’s foot away “What about me and y/n?” he tilts his head

“For you moony and…” he starts but earns a scoff

“What were you saying earlier about being too on the nose?” Remus gives him a look, grinning at how he made his cheeks tint just this once, and surprisingly the nickname doesn’t upset him just somehow resonates with a nice warmth of familiarity

“Fuck off I think it’s cute” he defends and now Remus’ cheeks are tinting “And technically it wasn’t my one”

“James?” Remus chuckles

“No actually…” he starts but then your ears twitch “Oh hello” your eyes open at the voice, peering curiously up at the two boys

“What was y/ns?” Remus wonders as his fingers gently ghost over your fur

“I was torn on hers” he says before both boys then take a moment to admire the way you make no move to leave your very comfy position whilst tilting your, actually they are sure you’ve you snuggled deeper in, big eyes peeking out as your nose nuzzles into the blanket “Cheeks?” he suggests but Remus shakes his head

“She does have cute cheeks…” he notes earning a chuckle “…real mature mate” he shoves his friend, earning a little noise of what he is sure is approval from you

“Okay, okay…” he puts his hands up “Fluffy?”

All of you cringe at that one “Something about that name seems off…” Remus states, looking in thought for a second as to why

As do you and him “Yeah” he nods “Weird. What about Thumper?”

You huff at that one and let out a displeased squeak “She doesn’t like that” Remus lets out a snigger at the now rather annoyed looking bunny

“She does not” he chuckles nervously “Sorry darlin” he apologises and you roll your eyes “Hopper?” they both side eye you but you seem pretty indifferent to it

“Doesn’t suit her” Remus shakes his head again, starting to think about a name himself, the others were based off of characteristics but his mind drifted to the day after your transformation when you walked into the common room eating a raw carrot “What about…bugs?” he suggests and your ears perk up “You like that one?” he asks and the boys chuckle at your nodding

“Then it’s settled. Bugs, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs” the raven-haired boy declares

“Sleepy bugs?” Remus smiles warmly down at you as your head falls back onto the pillow, his hand moving to gently scratch your ear and while your leg lazily kicks at it it’s thankfully not enough to wake Peter

“Alright Bugs” he winks, to which your nose buries deeper into the blanket and they snigger at the bashful bunny before them

After a few minutes of scratches, they watch as you slowly drift off so Remus beginning to gently brush the backs of his hands over your fur instead, lulling you back to sleep

“James should be back soon…” Remus turns to him with a smile “That is if Marlene hasn’t caught him” he chuckles, expecting him to chuckle with him but when he doesn’t, he looks back towards him “What?” his eyebrows knit

“Remus” he says, tone dripping in sympathy and suddenly panic shoot through Remus “James isn’t coming back”

The words stab him directly in the heart, knowing deep down they are true but still he refuses “He was just here” Remus tries to convince him, shaking his head quickly as he doesn’t want to go back to reality, he wants to stay in this memory forever

“Was he ever here?” he asks

Remus wants to say yes, that will James to come into the room any second being dragged in by Marlene whose pinching his ear and was 15 again. That the six years he lived was just some fever dream, that none of his friends were dead or evil or empty inside, that there was no war, no dark lord, no orphaned boys left behind, but as he goes to check Peter is still there, he finds him gone, yet the imprint of his body remains beside you

“No” he breathes out, gathering your body softly into his arms and cradling it close, nose nudging into your fur “This one felt the realest” he whispers into you

“Our times almost up” Remus looks up at him then in the direction he nods “You can already hear it getting ready to ring” he says as Remus sees the little timer appear on the bedside table, and suddenly the ticking of the inner clock fills the room

“I don’t want to hurt again”

“I know” he moves onto his knees, hand finding Remus’ knee while the other ghosts over you “But she’ll be there this time, and every time after that” he assures

“I don’t want her to hurt either…for me to hurt her” his eyes begin to water

“You won’t…”

“How do you…”

“Remus” his hand moves from his’ knee to his’ heart “Trust me. And trust yourself”

His last words echo and all Remus can do is nod as the world fades around him until it all goes white and then to black. The feel of the mattress below him returning, the covers draped around him, how one foot is colder than the other due to it poking out of the blanket, and finally, your body beside him. You’re no longer a bunny, yet your still curled in a little ball, back to him while one of his arms is wrapped around your waist, hand flat on your stomach, thumb sub-consciously moving back and forth

His eyes flutter open and the first thing he sees is your hair, his nose twitches at it being so close but he doesn’t mind it. Turning his head, he looks over at the timer, two minutes. He hugs you a little closer, nose dipping into your hair now before slipping his arm out and rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed. He groans a little, arm coming up to rub his other as he can feel aches slowly getting worse

He was about to turn off the timer and wake you when he hears a whine, followed by a series of whimpers that have him quickly turning around and crawling over the bed to check on you. You were shaking, a series of he thinks are ‘nos’ and ‘pleases’ coming from your lips before eventually you jolt awake, almost hitting him in the process and his hands find your wrists to stop you

“No please!” you cower away and he instantly drops them

“Bugs it’s me” he says quickly, gently cupping your cheeks, thumbs smoothing over them as his heart plumets beyond control, the sight of you wincing in his light grip kills him more than anything “Bugs it’s Moony” he says and that’s finally makes you open your eyes and really look at him, face softening before you launch into him

He lets out a yip at it but he honestly didn’t care for the pain, he was about to wrap his own arms around you when you detach yourself, looking upset “I’m sorry” you say thinking you really hurt him “I’m so sorry moony” you apologise, going to touch him but then recoiling so he gently takes your hands and brings them to his chest

“It’s okay” he assures you, bringing them to his lips to kiss “It didn’t hurt”

“You sure?” you ask and hopes he lies to you just this once

“I’m sure” he does, like he knows because he does, he knows you better than anyone just like you with him “Are you okay though?” he wonders, you scared him half to death but as he watches your expression, he quickly knows what the dream was or at least who it was, which explains your fear

“Nightmare” is all you can bring yourself to say but even if you had more it’s would be cut off as you let out a tiny shriek at the egg timer which abruptly goes off “Mother of Merlin!” you clutch your chest

He chuckles a little, leaning backwards to twist it off before returning to you “You sure you’re okay?” he checks, he wasn’t unfamiliar with bad dreams himself, though his were more of the delusional nature, he assumed yours must be much worse than his, this wasn’t the first time he had seen you wake up in a panic, in fact, you hardly ever woke up peacefully

“No” you let out a laugh, answering honestly and he can’t help but copy “But I’m fine enough to go”

“Course you are” he raises his eyebrows, earning the gentlest of taps from you as not to hurt him “Speaking of we need to get ready to go”

After packing up some bags and Remus explaining where you should and should lead him, you both headed out. It dark but not so bad you couldn’t see anything, though maybe that was due to your animal sides granting better vision. The grass crunched beneath your feet with the light layer of frost, and as you entered the forest, twigs broke and the occasional owl hooted. You had to admit, despite the pain your friend was about to endure it was a beautiful night, not quite overcast but it was calm, quiet, peaceful, nice a night as any to spend outside

“Is there a cinema near here?” you break the silence, walking just behind Remus as he leads the way

“There’s one in the next town, bus ride away” he informs you “Why?” he slows a little, letting you catch up and join his side

“There’s this action movie I saw the trailer of earlier today…” you tell him, stopping for a second as you step over a fallen tree “Maybe one day we could go see it at some point? It looks good” you tell him and he smiles to himself, just like you to try and keep his mind off things

“What’s it about?” he entertains you

“This guy, Jones…I think his name was, he’s an archaeologist” you explain, though if you were being honest all you were thinking while watching it was you recognised him but didn’t know where

“And it’s an action movie?” he looks at you sceptically

“Yeah. Duh!” you exclaim like it was obvious, jogging a little in front before turning and walking backwards “There are other people after the treasure!” you throw your arms in the air as you continue on “It like a race to it and…”

Remus chuckles fondly at your ramble, you really were helping him forget the pain with how invested you are, so much so he makes note of it in the back of his mind

“You know for someone that reads for a living and was our resident know it all you’d think you’d know treasure hunting was a cut throat business” you tell him, stopping and facing him with a false look of disappointment

“Ha ha” he rolls his eyes gently nudging you with his shoulder as he passes “Who’s in it? Anyone I’d recognise?” he asks smiling as you have to jog a little in order to keep up and re-join his side but then have to stop again so you can think

“Fuck I can’t remember his name” you bounce on the balls of your feet while Remus stops and watches you, holding his laugh “He was…umm...oh!” you point at him “He was the guy from the space one. Han…Han Solo! He was Han Solo” you tell him though you more announce it to the whole forest as you point in the air and spin around, looking so proud of yourself that you finally figured it out

He chuckles at your mini celebration “Han Solo, huh?” his grin morphs into a smirk “Interesting”

“Very” you nod “Especially when he’s almost exclusively in an open white shirt…” Remus’ eyebrow raises “…a little cowboy hat and a oh!” you tap his arm “And he has a whip” you wiggle your eyebrows at him

His face goes through a few emotions ending with visibly tinting cheeks “Okay we can go see it…” he begins walking but stops and points “But it’s not because you mentioned the whip”

“Sure it isn’t Mr Moony” you tease knowingly

He huffs, starting to walk again but a little faster so he can enjoy you trying to keep up with him while giggling away “You know…” he can’t drop the subject just yet but knows he’ll live to regret not doing so “You walked in at the wrong time” he needlessly defends himself

Your eyebrows furrow before you start sniggering at the memory as you can’t believe after five years he was still embarrassed “I’m not saying anything” you hold up your hands when you finally catch up with him “Even if I was. It’s not that weird” you loop your arm through his, leaning into it as you walk “Everyone had their kinks and sometimes you need help getting out of…”

Your cut off with Remus’ groaning, closing his eyes briefly and you can almost feel the heat from his face “Merlin bugs I wasn’t…ugh” he sighs “Can we please forget this conversation?” he pleads opening his eyes and looking down at you, having no idea how it went from a film about an archaeologist to you catching him all tied up

You gift him a sympathetic look but shake your head “Nope” making sure to pop the ‘p’ “I will tease you forever”

He decouples himself “Fuck you” he says with an empty laugh before he stops walking completely “This is the place by the way” he gestures to the area, cheeks all rosy

“Fuck you too” you say with a laugh back before looking around “It’s lovely, very…woody” you grin

“You’re insufferable” he deadpans, shaking his head

“You love me really”

“I don’t” he quips and after a second of silence, a series of chuckles is heard from you both

Once it dies down, Remus moves to tuck his bag safety into a small enclave beneath the roots of one of the larger trees. You follow wordlessly, handing him your bag when he turns and reaches out to you. Your eyes flick up and spot an ‘M’ engraved in the bark just above it, causing you to smile while he stands up and walks over to a small clearing in the forest nearby. You don’t follow him this time, instead kneel down, your fingers glazing the bark before you go into his bag and take out the small pocket knife he always kept in there just in case and use it to scratch a ‘B’ just beside it

“Everything alright?” Remus asks as you finally approach him, stopping a few metres away

You hum in agreement, watching as his shoulders relax and he nods yet wears an uneasy expression “It’s gonna be okay” you say to assure him but he just tilts his head “Okay. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch and suck ass” you admit and he lets out a small laugh at that, almost like a ‘huh’ “But at least this time you aren’t alone”

“Thanks Bugs”

“Anything for you moony” you throw him a wink

He gives the best smile he can muster with the pain, until eventually it grows too much. Looking up you see the clouds parting, revealing the moon shining and as you look back you see Remus fall to his knees, clutching the forest floor as he wails in pain. You lower yourself to your knees as well, and as he looks up your eyes meet in a small moment of peace, one of which you give him a small nod and smile before he begins screaming in pain again

It’s then you shift, not wishing Moony to smell you as anything but an animal

You don’t move or doing at first, just sit and feel your heart break over and over as your friends’ bones crack and break themselves repeated while there was absolutely nothing you could do to help. It never got easier to watch, if anything, the second-hand pain you felt had grown stronger than it had ever been. More so knowing they should have been here, that James and Peter should have been here…he should have been here

Soon enough a full werewolf was looming in front of you, breathing heavy, nostrils flared. His form was taller yet thinner than it was back in school, but his eyes are still the same, even if they watch you closely before he growls lowly. Most would be scared but you just hopped forward, stopping just in front of your friend. He would never be scary to you. How could you ever be afraid of the chocolate loving, knitted jumper wearing, gardening granny that was your best friend?

His head dips down to sniff you, checking you weren’t a danger, nose nudging your side a little and then in a place you would be so teasing him about later. Eventually he pulls back, no longer looking threatened but relaxed, just like he did back at Hogwarts. And just like then he follows along behind you as you begin to hop away.

Beginning to make your way around the little circuit Remus had shown you on the map, which pretty much was keep going until you see this distinctive shaped tree or rock and if you reach this you’ve gone too far. He said that everything was miles away from any forest path but if there were any paths through the grass that looked self-made to lead him away, just in case. He also made sure to assure you that if you did get lost that was okay, or if he was relaxed enough to sleep you were to join him where that may be, and he would be able to get you both back to the bags in the morning…though his cheeks did grow pink as he said you would be leading the way with his instruction since unlike you, he wouldn’t be shifting back with clothes

After a few circuits and having to sprint around him a couple of times in order stop him from scratching himself you were growing a little tired, yet continued on none the less, you had the next month to sleep. That was until you returned to clearing with the bags and Moony stepped in front of you, sitting back on his hindlegs, basically telling you to stop. Which you do but get ready to run around again in case he is going to scratch when then just lays down.

If you could smile in your form you would have, thankful for being granted rest and sleep, more so as Moony seems to keep his head raised until you curl up next to him, to which you then feel his tonged lick your fur before his head rests on his front legs. You had no idea what time it was, but you did know you felt at peace as you feel asleep and you were sure for this brief moment Remus did too

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The Book of The Sun and The Moon

Rated Mature, but with some explicit sexual content. Snupin.

A dark curse. An ancient ritual. An intense obsession. And a chance at the greatest power of all.

In a tale told across three decades, can two people overcome their own curses, self hatred, and outside influences and find their way back to one another?

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The Prince and The Crow

Not rated. Swearing, mild sexual content and some violence.

Snape x ofc. Severitus. Complete re-write of the HP series. Semi canon compliant. Kind of a fix-it, broke-it, fixed-it again! Details of parts below:

The Crow Comes Home

The Year of the Snake

Harry's 2nd year (CoS). Severitius and Snape x ofc, partially following canon, but with a few divergencies and extra sub plots. Fluff and Angst and baddass bitches. COMPLETE.

The Year of the Rat

Part three (PoA) Severus and Petronella plan to adopt Harry, but they will face opposition and challenges both internal and external. Beginning to diverge from canon somewhat. COMPLETE.

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Artemisia Absinthium

Rated E for explicit. Graphic sex and violence. Adult themes.

Started as a tumblr post, became a(n epic) series! AU set post Marauders, with a little lot of Snupin for good measure.

SERIES COMPLETE.

The Rat and The Snake

What if Severus Snape had discovered Peter Pettigrew's treachery before the Potters were killed? *Graphic violence.*

The Wolf and The Moth

The war is won, but is it really over? Relationships are forged and broken, as those that survived the war now have to learn how to live. *Explicit sex and violence.*

The Bear and The Dragon

Bellatrix seeks to bring back the Dark Lord, but a new power rises to oppose her. *Explicit sex and violence.*

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Even Princes Can Dream

HP / Sandman crossover. Eventual Snape / Morpheus (implied). The Dream King comes across a child who only ever has nightmares.

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Careful of the Stitches

Rated mature. Snupin.

A Death Eater and a Werewolf already on the brink of death are not the priorities in a hospital full of injured patients following the Battle of Hogwarts. They are shoved into a side room and left to die, so will have to help each other if they wish to live.

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The Comeback

Rated G for general. Some swearing and mature content.

Also inspired by a Tumblr prompt. 1st September 1998. Hogwarts. The first school year since the defeat of Voldemort. There is grief, there is hope, there is a dark robed figure in the corner that nobody had expected to see again. A mildly humorous tale with dark undertones. COMPLETE!

The Comeback Pick n Mix

Series of one shots following on from The Comeback. May contain contradictory ships / events, but compliant with the main fic. Ongoing.

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The Half-blood Prince

Not Rated. Contains graphic domestic abuse.

What would happen if Eileen Snape left Tobias and went back to her parents? Under 10k. COMPLETE, but may be added to.

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Monsters

Contains implied violence, death, and graphic gore.

One morning Remus wakes to find the thing he fears most in the world. He goes to the only person he can think of who won’t judge him – because Snape already knows what he is. A monster. COMPLETE.

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Mostly Smut! **All contain explicit sex**

Seven Deadly Sins

Everyone thinks that Professor Snape covets the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, which is true… in a manner of speaking.

To His Mind

Snupin! Extended version of a scene in The Rat and The Snake. The Order has a mole, everyone is a suspect, but when Severus Snape looks into Remus Lupin's mind, he gets more than he bargained for!

Prince and Crow, the Smut chapters

E for Explicit. Graphic sex.

Basically just all the sex scenes I left out of the main fic! Friends to lovers, becoming increasingly smutty, but also fluffy, as the relationship develops.

#snape fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #the sandman fanfic #snape fanfic #severus snape fanfiction #harry potter prequel #snupin #harry potter original character #severus snape #remus lupin #morpheus #pro snape #snape lives

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princeandcrow · 3 years ago

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Master List

I only have a few, but I thought I'd do a list of all my fanfics. All HP, all pro Snape! I pride myself on delivering quality content, and have received some really good reviews, so it's not trash I promise! Ratings included but please check tags and content warnings before reading.

All on Ao3

The Prince and The Crow

Not rated. Swearing, mild sexual content and some violence.

This is my main fic. Complete re-write of the HP series, including my original character. Semi canon compliant. Kind of a fix-it, broke-it, fixed-it again! Details of parts below:

The Crow Comes Home

Prequel and year one (Philosopher's Stone). Petronella Blishwick is a grumpy badass bitch, and only living friend of Severus Snape. She has been drifting for years since the end of the first war, but when Severus brings her home - to Hogwarts - it changes the course of all their futures. Includes some original story and characters and a show down with Bellatrix Lestrange! Also lots of hurt/comfort Harry and Sev moments. COMPLETE!

The Year of the Snake

Part two of TPATC. Harry's 2nd year (CoS). At the end of term Harry had learned something that drove him away from the two people willing to save him from the Dursleys, but it's not long before even Severus Snape looks preferable to staying in Little Whinging. Severitius and Snape x ofc, partially following canon, but with a few divergencies and extra sub plots. Fluff and Angst and baddass bitches. Soon to be COMPLETE.

The Year of the Rat

Part three of TPATC. The odd little family have evolved a tenuous trust, overcome challenges, and faced enemies together. Now Severus and Petronella plan to adopt Harry and build a home together, but they will face opposition and challenges both internal and external. Follows events from PoA, but beginning to diverge from canon somewhat. Ongoing.

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Artemisia Absinthium

Rated E for explicit. Graphic sex and violence. Adult themes.

Started as a tumblr post, became a series! AU set post Marauders, with a little Snupin for good measure.

What if Severus Snape had discovered Peter Pettigrew's treachery before the Potters were killed?

The Rat and The Snake

Severus Snape has turned double agent, but he discovers there is also a mole among the Order. Will he discover who it is before his own cover is blown? Can he save his only friend and her son from his old master and undo his worst mistake? And what price is he willing to pay for his redemption? COMPLETE.

The Wolf and The Moth

Part two of Artemisia Absinthium. The war is won, but is it really over? Relationships are forged and broken, as those that survived the war now have to learn how to live. **This story contains sexually explicit content.** Ongoing.

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The Comeback

Rated G for general. Some swearing and mature content.

The Comeback Pick n Mix

Series of one shots following on from The Comeback. May contain contradictory ships / events, but compliant with the main fic. Ongoing.

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The Half-blood Prince

Not Rated. Contains graphic domestic abuse.

What would happen if Eileen Snape left Tobias and went back to her parents? Under 10k. COMPLETE, but may be added to.

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Bonus Smut!

To His Mind

E for Explicit. Graphic fantasy sex, and grinding.

Snupin! Extended version of a scene in The Rat and The Snake. The Order has a mole, everyone is a suspect, but when Severus Snape looks into Remus Lupin's mind, he gets more than he bargained for!

Prince and Crow, the Smut chapters

E for Explicit. Graphic sex.

Basically just all the sex scenes I left out of the main fic! Friends to lovers, becoming increasingly smutty, but also fluffy, as the relationship develops.

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quindolyn · 4 years ago

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Kisses Hello, Kisses Goodbye and All of the Kisses In Between || Remus Lupin

Word Count: 1458

Notes: I’m working on your requests I swear I just don’t know if I will be able to write a lot this weekend so you get this tiny blurb to hopefully tide you over. If it’s any consolation what so ever, it physically pained me to write this, but now I’m also riding a high that will sustain me for an indefinite amount of time so expect more angst in the future.

Warnings: angst, kisses, jily death mentions, sirius death mentions, sickeningly canon

Masterlist

When Remus and you started dating you always greeted each other with kisses, a kiss on the lips, a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on the nose, a kiss on the knuckles. In private, your kisses delved beneath clothes, tracing his scars with your lips, leaving kisses on the insides of each other's thighs, along the curves of each other’s spines.

During your time at Hogwarts, you’d come down from his dormitory where’d you fallen asleep in his arms but awoken mere hours later to an otherwise empty bed. Finding him half asleep on one of the couches in the Gryffindor Common Room, curled up with his History of Magic textbook in his hands. You’d wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, murmuring a gentle plea for him to return to bed in his ear.

Both during and after Hogwarts Remus would never leave for a full moon without giving you a kiss, in case it was, Godric forbid, the last time he’d get to. And when you saw him in the morning, even if he wasn’t awake yet you’d press kisses to his lips, dusting the entirety of the canvas of his face with feather-light kisses, along his lashes, against his cheekbones, up and down the bridge of his nose.

Kissing him “Hello” again when he finally pried his eyes open, blinking as he lazily opened his eyes, wincing as the harsh sunlight of the morning coming through the windows flooded his irises.

Kisses goodnight, wrapped in each other’s arms, legs intertwined with your head pressed against his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart while he found comfort in the crown of your head.

“It’s been too long kisses”, tender without diluting any of the passion the both of you poured into them, reuniting on Platform 9 ¾ after spending the summer apart from each other, willing every second to pass more quickly so you could see your Remmy again, and he you.

Celebratory kisses, colliding in the hallway after finishing your OWLs and then eventually your NEWTs. Him taking you in his arms and lifting you off the ground, twirling you in a circle before setting you down on the floor and brushing the hair out of your face to press a kiss to your widow’s peak.

“Please don’t die kisses” before either of you left for a mission for the order, willing whatever divine powers that may be that your lover would make it back to you safe and sound, that you would see each other again. That this wasn’t the end.

Kisses to tell the other that you loved them, even before the two of you said the words aloud because you were too young. Too scared.

“I can’t believe you’re mine” kisses at the end of the ceremony of your wedding, in the car on the way to the reception, during your first dance, all night long at the hotel suite the two of you decided on. And of course, all throughout your week-long honeymoon, splayed across the warm sand of the beaches of Bora Bora.

“I’m scared kisses” the night before the two of you graduated from Hogwarts as you climbed into his arms where he laid on the velvet furniture of the common room. When the Ministry passed increasingly restrictive laws against werewolves. When James and Lily were murdered. Then Peter. And you learned that it had been Sirius responsible for the whole thing.

Padfoot.

It couldn’t have been.

When you couldn’t get your hands on Harry, and instead he was forced to live with his dreadful aunt and uncle.

You and Remus had shared many kisses throughout your relationship. He was the love of your life, and you his. Kissing became second nature for the two of you, when words were simultaneously too much and too little, when no other actions spoke as loudly you had your kisses to communicate with each other. Though you often revisited your first kiss, you never actually thought you’d ever share your last.

It had been months of sly glances and brushing your fingers together as they rested on the table in the Great Hall or the library. Months of James and Sirius making not so subtle jokes at the both of your’s expense, of losing your train of thought as he would walk by you. Of him, Remus Lupin, star student, getting called out in class for staring at you instead of paying attention to the lecture. Months of this before you finally got sick of it and stormed up to him in the corridor, taking his face in your hands, pulling it down as you balanced on the tips of your toes to kiss him. What started off as a gentle but sure peck, morphed into a passionate embrace between the two of you as one of his hands found itself on the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair and the other slung around your waist pulling you close to his body so that there wasn’t a centimeter of space between the two of you.

He didn’t allow you to pull back far as you gasped for breath, instead, resting his forehead against yours as the corridor erupted into cheers from your fellow students led by none other than James Potter and Sirius Black.

You wondered what 15 year old you and Remus would have to say about where you were now.

The date was May 2nd, 1998, James, Sirius, and Lilly all dead. Peter a traitor, so much life having been lived between of you as one came to an end. A battle was raging around you as you sat crouched in an alcove, tucked away in one of the turrets of the castle, hidden from the madness of the violence just feet from you. Spells flying to and fro, only hitting their intended targets half the time, pieces of the historic castle crumbling and crushing soldiers on both sides of the fight.

You didn’t care less about what was happening around you, how could you when Remus was lying in front of you, bleeding profusely from his abdomen. You reached out to try to stop the bleeding, pressing your hands to which chest and stomach but the blood seemed to be coming from everywhere and the feeling of your lover’s blood in between your fingers had you about ready to vomit.

“Remus, Remus please stay with me!” You pleaded, tears pricking your waterline, “Remmy please, you can’t leave me, you can’t you can’t you can’t.” You blubbered as the tears started to flow freely down your flushed cheeks, leaving wet trails in their wake.

“Hey, hey,” You heard from beneath your quivering form, your husband’s clammy, shaking hand reached out to grasp your forearm, smearing blood along your skin, damp with sweat. “M’okay darling I promise, s’all gonna be okay.” As he spoke his words slowed and began to slur together, his eyes slinking closed as a hazed look began to overtake them. “You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

“Please don’t leave me,” You whimpered, leaning down so your faces were mere centimeters from each other, “I love you so much Rem, I love you too much.” You declared kissing his forehead.

“I love you too baby,” He smiled lazily.

In your desperation you pressed chaste, rushed kisses to his lips which tasted distantly of blood, listening to his breathing get slower and slower. Almost as if he was about to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Refusing to accept the imminent and obvious death of Remus Lupin, you prolonged your kisses, fusing your lips together and kissing him as though you could pour the life back into him. As though your kisses could counteract the blood gushing from his abdomen, whispering gentle “I love you”’s between them before stopping, not wanting Remus to waste his energy in saying it back every time.

You knew he loved you. He’d proved he loved you. All he had to do now was stay alive.

Remus pushed you back, murmuring to you, “Goodbye for now my angel, I’ll see you again soon,” As his eyes shut, his grip on your forearm going limp.

“No!” You screamed in agony, pulling Remus’ now lifeless form to press against your person, your clothes seeped in his blood, your lips dusting across his, taking all the warmth they had left with you, as a reminder that Remus Lupin had lived.

He’d fought, he’d cried, he’d laughed, he’d sung, he’d danced, he’d loved and been loved, he’d celebrated, he’d mourned, he’d persevered and overcome, he’d taught and learned.

He’d kissed.

You never thought you’d kiss Remus Lupin for the last time.

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writing-in-the-impala · 1 year ago

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Secret Smokes

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: Just over 1k

A/N:

This story takes place in a AU where Harry's parents are still alive so Remus Lupin still has all his friends and there is no war however that doesn't make him any less angsty. Everything else is pretty much the same as the canon universe! Enjoy!

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTER LIST | Part 1, Next Chapter

The wizarding world and the muggle world have always felt like two completely different worlds, maybe that's why Witches and Wizards who are muggle-born become outcasts. It's hard adjusting to a school but adjusting to a whole world at 11 is even harder. Even in your last year of Hogwarts you still didn't feel like you belonged, each summer going back to the muggle life that you have always known, working a summer job at a coffee shop and hanging out with muggles rather than wizards. You had friends in Hogwarts of course, some closer than others and even though it helped you feel more at home you knew that after Hogwarts you'd end up working a muggle job.

Maybe that's why entering your last year at Hogwarts didn't seem as intimidating because at the end of the day it didn't really matter what results you got in your N.E.W.T.S. Still in its own way you knew you'll miss the castle and the life you've lived in it. So your final train ride to Hogwarts felt a bit bittersweet. One thing didn't change, once again a new Defence against the dark arts teacher got introduced, this time one called Remus Lupin. He looked a lot kinder and nicer than the last one.

Your first week went by extremely quickly, quidditch practice hadn't started yet so you had more time to just hang out with your friends. All your lessons were easy so far as everyone was settling to being back. The new profesor was quickly becoming everyone's favourite due to his friendly nature, he seemed to befriend every student something no other profesor really did. You didn't really get to interact with him too much one-to-one during lessons as whenever he had free time the girls with a crush on him would jump onto the opportunity. You didn't really care about DADA as you wouldn't need it in the muggle world but you did understand why everyone was developing a crush, you had your own brewing for him.

It didn't take long for you to get home sick, homesick for the muggle world. Nothing really felt right to you, not even the food it just never tasted as good as what your mother would make, you missed your parents terribly it was a lot harder sending them owls than sending owls to wizard families, they didn't really grasp the concept. The twins could see that you were getting down again, they knew this happened every year after summer, and they've always tried to help lift your spirit. "Y/N we were thinking it was a good time to plan the first prank of the year what do you say?" Fred said. "Y/N is in her last year, she can't be participating in your silly games." Percy answered for you. "Who invited him?" George snapped back.

"Percy might be right I can't get in as much trouble as I did last year I don't want to get suspended, I'm on thin ice with old Minnie after the last prank we pulled before summer." You admitted, maybe you didn't care about your exam results but you didn't want to get suspended. The debate continued and you ended up agreeing to planning a prank that you may or may not help with. After dinner you decided to take a quick detour to the covered bridge, at the end of your fifth year you discovered it was empty in the evenings as it didn't lead to anywhere people would go at that time of night, it instantly became somewhere you would go for peace, and once you discovered smoking, it also got added to the list of secret smoking spots.

When you approached the middle of the bridge you saw a figure standing smoking a cigarette, you felt a bit gutted someone was using your spot but also excited at the idea of someone being so alike you. You approached them and they quickly put out the cigarette. "Don't worry man, I'm not a teacher I won't snitch." You claimed as you walked up to them before you could make out who it was.

"I know but I am." The figure replied, you were now close enough to make out that it was Professor Lupin. He was no longer leaning over the edge but standing straight with his hands in his pockets.

"I won't snitch if you won't?" You said pulling out your own packet of cigarettes. And his face turned to a gentle smile.

"I really shouldn't-" He protested. "Oh come on, you're new. This is normal." You preached. "Yeah Minerva and I do this all the time but don't tell her I told you." This got a laugh out of him.

"I may have believed you up until that point Y/N. But that's where you've lost me." He remembered your name and for some reason it made your heart skip for a second, he had so many students that he's met in one week and he still managed to memorise yours.

"Come on I'll give you a smoke if you don't tell anyone?" You reached out the pack to him "Camels?" He questioned while taking one. "You know them?" You took one out the packed for yourself before putting it away. "They're muggle smokes." He stated nonchalant, there wasn't any hate in those words which was rare around these halls. "I like them." You pulled out a lighter to light your cigarette while he snapped his fingers and it was instantly lit. "How did you do that? You instantly snapped back . "Do what?" He smiled while holding the cigarette in his mouth, he was attractive in the moon light. "Light it with a snap." You replicated his previous action. "It's a simple arson spell, just a small flame. I used wand less magic." He explained "If it's wand less why did you snap your fingers? Surely you could've just done it." You pressed. "Yes. You've got me there." He admitted. "So you were just trying to impress me?" Slipped out before you realised how those words could sound flirty, you barely knew the man. Truthfully if he wasn't your profesor and this was an interaction with a student you would be developing a stupid crush on them.

"You could say that." He said, with half a smile on his lips. "I'm the new profesor who you've just caught spending the evening by himself smoking, I don't want you to tell everyone I'm boring now I seem impressive."

"Or insecure." You shot back and he bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief at your words. He decided not to reply, instead went back to leaning over the bridge looking out into the darkness and smoking his cigarette and silence fell upon you both.

"I like the camel ones, just because the camel is cute." You broke the silence after a while, you felt bad for calling him insecure and wanted to kill the awkwardness. He laughed at your comment. "You know smokings bad for you? Even if the camel is cute." He said flicking the butt of his cigarette into the darkness. "I know." You quietly replied.

He checked his watch before standing up straight"Curfew has already started so don't stay out here too long as Snape is the one on duty today." He began to walk away. "Professor-" He turned around at your words. "This didn't happen right?" You questioned nervously. "What are camels?" He replied with a wink. "Have a good evening Y/N."

"You too Professor."

NEXT CHAPTER

#remus lupin x reader #student x teacher #teacher! Remus Lupin #professor lupin x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #remus lupin #the maruaders #harry potter #remus love you #secret smokes

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regulusblackfest · 3 years ago

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Week 4 Round Up

With the fourth week of posting finished, we have another lot of brilliant fics that you can find below as usual! Once again, a massive thank you to all our participants!

We have another nearly-full week of posting left, and creators will be revealed on the 11th of June!

Title: Dead Men’s Requests Pairing/main characters: Harry Potter, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr. Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: mentions of canon typical violence and character death, swearing Medium/Word Count: 2,820 Summary:

An echo of Regulus appears out of Voldemort’s wand during his duel with Harry in the graveyard. Harry’s terrible day becomes much more strange.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Regulus_Black_Fest_2022/works/38549481

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Title: Regulus’s New Pet Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin Rating: Explicit Warnings: underage, dub-con Medium/Word Count: 2896 Summary:

Instead of Snape finding Remus in the Shrieking Shack, it’s Regulus.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38552019

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Title: vitriol spills forth from my lips (i wish it were acid instead) Pairing/main characters: Severus Snape/Regulus Black, Severus Snape & Regulus Black, Regulus Black & Sirius Black; Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, James Potter Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Bullying, child abuse Medium/Word Count: Fic; 2269 words Summary:

“Sirius,” he sighed. “Can we not do this here?” “Prongs,” Sirius mused thoughtfully, blatantly ignoring Regulus, “What do you think the slimy snakes are scheming? Oh! Alliteration!” “I haven’t the slightest, Padfoot,” Potter said, slapping Sirius’ offered palm in congratulations. “I heard them talking about Angel’s Trumpet and cowbane. Oh Merlin!” Sirius gasped, theatrically. Mother had always said that Sirius never knew when to shut the fuck up. “I bet they’re thinking of poisoning our firstie lions, Prongsy! “Now, we can’t have that,” Potter drawled; Regulus’ eyes widened at the sight of his wand in his palm.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38555292

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Title: Heads of Houses, Head over Heels Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Bartemius Crouch Jr. Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 8k Summary:

I love them your honour Written for Regulus Black Fest 2022, prompt 119: Just an AU where there wasn’t a war, leading to Regulus being HOH to Slytherin and Potions Teacher while Barty is HOH to Ravenclaw and the DADA Professor.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Regulus_Black_Fest_2022/works/38606631

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Title: Remembered Beauty Main characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black Rating: Teens and Up Warnings: None Word Count: 11550 Summary:

During the wretched incidents of the cave, a tearful Kreacher wrenches Regulus away from the Inferi’s greedy grasp, disobeying his Master and Mistress when he seeks aid from Sirius Black, the disloyal, disgraceful and disowned son. A month passes in Sirius’s Muggle flat, uneventful. A dull restlessness begins to consume the two brothers, until Sirius finds a solution: teaching Regulus the Patronus Charm.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38641131

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Title: Of tuxes, sari and nalugu Pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: no archive warnings apply Medium/word count: fic 10,856 words Summary:

French Regulus Black and Telugu James Potter are getting married in a French-Indian fusion wedding. Pandora and Reg are besties, Walburga is trying to be a good mother and Regulus has some big news to share to wuth his husband 97.5% tooth rotting fluff written for RAB fest 2022 prompt 88: wedding with all the nerves and excitement everyone experiences featuring Remus and Sirius being supportive best men to the grooms

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38679159/chapters/96703815

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Title: Arsonist’s Lullabye Pairing/main characters: GEN, Regulus Black, Sirius Black Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Child Abuse, Psychological and Physical Abuse, Arson, Panic Attacks, Non-graphic descriptions of violence Medium/Word Count: 10.062 words Summary:

Growing up at Grimmauld Place, the Black brothers develop a coping mechanism of calming down with the help of candle flame. Regulus takes it a step further and then more. (Arsonist!Regulus through the ages)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38684673

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Title: My Soul is A Mistress I Shall Not Heed Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black & Sirius Black; Regulus Black & Albus Dumbledore; Regulus Black & Nymphadora Tonks Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts, Self Harm Medium/Word Count: 25,293 Summary:

Following his discovery and destruction of the Dark Lord’s Horcrux, Regulus made sure he ended up in Azkaban. His daemon fled, able to travel great distances from him due to his near death in retrieving the locket. Years have passed and Voldemort has returned. Regulus must escape Azkaban to finish what he started and somehow, reunite with his absent self.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38685366/chapters/96722133

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Title: living in the red Pairing/main characters: regulus black/lily evans, sirius black/james potter, sirius black & regulus black Rating: teen Warnings: discussions of war, extremism, allusions to suicidal ideation Medium/Word Count: 17k words Summary:

When Regulus' cover as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix is blown, he's initially optimistic about the peace and clarity of being stationed in a safehouse, until his fellow housemate turns out to be the unforgiving Lily Evans.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38733261

#regulus black #regulus black fest #regulus black fest 2022 #round up post

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aerialflight · 4 years ago

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Fic Recs (mostly Naruto cause I read too many good fics in the fandom and now I'm in hell)

[Naruto]

Spirit-Touched by phooykazooi

Once upon a time, the Haruno clan were priests. It was said that they were spirit-touched, and that they walked among the downtrodden and the poor, and did not bow to royalty.

Or, an AU in which Sakura can see spirits.

Part 1 of The Realms Between

(Really, and I mean REALLY fantastic Shikamaru & Sakura friendship! Fantastic, beautiful writing, and such good worldbuilding, god, and the Haruno family is so badass!! Sakura and everything she does makes me want to scream!! Please read!)

Final Evaluation by Do_the_Cool_Whip

Progress evaluations are one-on-one consultation meetings between academy students and their teacher. Their purpose is to inform academy students of their strengths and weaknesses and guide them down their ideal path to becoming a strong shinobi. Upon graduating the academy and passing their jounin-sensei test, new genin return to the academy for one final consultation. (Or: The story of what happens when Umino Iruka uses his final meetings with his students as way to send them off to become the best shinobi they can possibly be.)

(Iruka! Is! The! Best! Teacher! Ever! End of story!!! Great interpretation of all the characters and their capabilities and I am so so excited for the sequel that will undoubtedly come! XD)

Celestial Bodies by Oceanbreeze7

Sasuke looked at the fire, eyes glowing red as the mutated corrupted seal on his throat. "Amaterasu blessed me. I see things. Like you with two normal eyes and the Hokage. And Sakura with a seal on her forehead. And I run Chidori through Naruto's heart. I keep trying to kill him. Over and over. And that knuckleheaded idiot never gives up.”

(Don't you get it? I saw it. The moon will bleed, the nations will die. The world is going to end.)

Part 1 of Celestial Bodies and Anomalies

(I swear, this fic freaking elevated my expectations on Sasuke-centric fics in general holy hell. Also, read the fucking sequel after this cause EVERYTHING GOES NUTS AND THE PLOT GOES OFF AND I'M HERE FOR THIS SHIT. Fucking Uchihas man. Also, you wouldn't think this series is funny, but it is, and it's amazing.)

A step to the left (and right off the cliff) by weavingBlue

Team Seven starts off on a different foot and Sasuke's canonical journey to get stronger goes off the rails a bit. It all works out though. Probably.

(This fic went in a direction I didn't expect and it's GLORIOUS. SO FUNNY, I honestly was dying while I was reading this. Please give this a chance!!)

promises by BombsAreForBabies

It's her first kiss and Naruto's last. She promises him that she will bring Sasuke home. It's his dying wish, after all.

(Naruto bleeds out faster than the kyuubi can heal him.

Sakura learns that being a ninja is more than fancy jutsu and fun.

Sasuke does not know that he just killed his best friend and turned his most loyal comrade into his worst enemy.)

(Listen LISTEN I know this sounds depressing but the relationship developments and slow healing is EVERYTHING and I think it's absolutely worth it to read this. Sakura's characterization is so good and Kakashi makes me want to hug him. A lot.)

Fang Under Fang by Vroomian

"Are we sure he's really an Inuzuka?"

(The answer is no.)

Someone reborn as Inuzuka Kiba not only has to deal with bullshit ninja magic, but soulmates being A Thing.

(Really good self-insert fic and its platonic soulmates, not romantic! I am always here for a good Kiba-centric fic and I won't say who the soulmate is. It's unexpected but so, so good! Trust me!)

Haunt The Lonely by Tht0neGal666

(Series where Sakura can see ghosts and the Things she gets up to due to this ability. The fics are short but man, you can already see the shifting differences in Team 7's dynamics, it's great!)

Perception by Ellie_Enchanted

Naruto can sense auras, which throws everything off it's balance. Because really, with someone as open as Naruto running around and peering into the depths of people's souls, something is bound to change. In other words, sometimes all that's needed is a push. Also, Sasuke apparently glows.

(Naruto the empath changing the plot and making it Better and I am loving it!)

Crossfire by DejaVu22

Following the events of Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke never makes it to Orochimaru's hideout. Instead, he is waylaid by a one-eyed man named Tobi, a man possessing a Sharingan, a terrifying dual personality, a penchant for always being late, and a single-minded mission to stop the Akatsuki in their tracks. When Sasuke runs into Naruto again years later, he must ally with his old teammate in order to protect him from the Akatsuki, while keeping him out of the two man war Tobi and Sasuke have started against the dangerous organization.

(I honest to god can't stop cackling when I read this, the Sasuke & Obito dynamic is so freaking chaotic and Sasuke's characterization is the best thing I've ever read. This boi is a mEsS and I'm fucking rooting for him. He cares so much! There's secret identity shenanigans happening on sasuke's end and it's HILARIOUS! This is the duo I never thought I needed but here it is! *cackles insanely*)

[Diamond no Ace]

Echo in His Hands by SportRayne (rayningnight)

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

What does it mean, when you remember snapshots of your own future?

Is it your future at all, if you change it?

Would you even want to change it?

(Look I am WEAK for BAMF Eijun and time travel fics and Miyuki being a tanuki bastard, okay? Time travel fic where Eijun gets feelings of people he knew before in the future. Really good so far and am so excited over this fic!)

The path we walk by WindsOfTime

Ship: Miyuki/Sawamura

Eijun goggles at the magazine she just shoved into his hands. "W-Wakana!" "I know!" she says, beaming. "That's my soulmate!!" "I know!!" "My soulmate plays baseball!!"

(Became such an instant fave so fast it's unbelievable. I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH! Best soulmate fic in this fandom, hands down!)

[One Piece]

switching places by fireflywitch

Zoro is 21 and wakes up in a desert they already saved, on a ship that they burned two years ago, and standing next to a man who is supposed to be dead. Except, that can’t be right, can it?

Zoro is 19 and wakes up on a ship that’s too big, next to a robot wearing a swimsuit, and he’s supposed to fight something called a Kaido. Also, he’s missing an eye, and no one’s even a little worried about it?

(or)

Time travel is a shitshow, and Zoro didn't sign up for this.

(FUCKING HILARIOUS ZORO IS THE BEST PERSON TO SEND BACK IN TIME CAUSE HE'D BE TERRIBLE YET FANTASTIC AT IT I CAN'T MAN FIEWNOPFEW)

No Time To Crank The Sun by VIKAN

He’s surrounded by strangers, but they’re all trying to convince him otherwise. Or, Zoro faces a mysterious and relentless challenge that he just can’t wrap his head around.

(This ripped my heart open, I cried reading this my god. Please read this, the pain is so worth it and Zoro and his relationship with his crew is so good here. This reminded me why I love the Straw Hats so much!)

[Fairy Tail]

to learn about a lucy (with a look into the future.) by るる凪 - nagi (arurun)

A watching the future fanfic.

It's currently X781, three years before canon. A group of Fairy Tail mages find themselves in a large building, with no known way out.

They sit down, and they watch the future.

(This is so much more fun than I thought it would be and I'm so happy I found this fic. This fic reignited my old love for this fandom and I hope it does for you too!)

[Harry Potter]

sunflowers by Marnie27

One day, a young girl sits on the edge of a well. On this day, she falls in. Then the next, she’s not even a ‘she’ anymore. He’s Peter Pettigrew — doomed to die at the hands of his (betrayed) friend’s son.

Peter is selfish, bitter and brash. He’s not some fairy tale hero, he doesn’t care if everyone around him dies, as long as he lives. The marauders are annoying and childish. Survival is his priority, and he can’t afford to face distractions.

This just makes the fact that soulmates are now apparently a thing all the more godawful.

(And then another day years later he falls into an entirely new impossibility, Remus Lupin in tow, right into the third book of Harry Potter. Smack bang on the other Peter Pettigrew’s grave).

It’s confusing and graceless, and entirely something that would happen to him of all people.

(Self-insert fic where a girl reincarnates into Peter Pettigrew! And there are soulmates! And it's angsty and hilarious and Peter is an Asshole (somewhat unintentionally lol). Always a fan of biased pov fics and characters slowly improving themselves and their mental health! Cause dying! Is! Traumatic! *smiley face* Please read!)

[Crossovers]

he's a killer queen, sunflower, guillotine by hoye

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Harry Potter

He has to be the weirdest Hufflepuff Harry’s ever seen. Scratch that, he’s the weirdest Hufflepuff Hogwarts has ever seen.

(One thing everyone could agree on: NEVER call Edward Elric short.)

(This is peak Edward Elric and all the best things about him and I'm just having a Good Time. Friendships! Logical solutions! Marauder screentime! And so much More! *bright grin* It's a fun place here!)

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