#remus needs help

[lost-in-wond3rland]

This but it’s Remus and Sirius babysitting for Regulus and James and Remus is the professor in question and Sirius is SUPPOSED to be watching the kid but somehow keeps loosing her so has to keep coming to Remus’ office to get her and every time he comes in he looks progressively more unhinged because it’s ~makeover~ day so it it starts with nails and then makeup and hair etc and Remus just loves his husband and niece so much that yes he’s annoyed but he just sighs with all the patience in the world as it keeps happening and tries to carry on through his lectures

I CANT GET OVER THE LECTURES MY HISTORY PROFESSOR RECORDED FOR US, HIS DAUGHTER KEEPS WALKING IN ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY & ADORABLE???

[maladaptivewriting]

i just know that sirius and regulus have the worst taste in food. like they grew up eating the most absurd upscale british wizard meals, the kind of thing that would put a normal person into a coma.

james would be like “oh sirius, what’s regulus’s fav food? i’ll make it for his birthday”

and sirius would reply like “it’s super easy. it’s bird beak jello with flavorless gravy on top”

[crescenthistory]

okay. another gut-wrenching fic idea, inspired by rereading sotr. a hunger games au where you grew up in the districts with the marauders but when your parents were hung for being traitors, you were taken by the capitol for human experimentation. the marauders grieve you and refuse to forget you.

the year after, remus is reaped and survives his games. for the next three years, remus puts all his energy into mentoring and trying to help the steady stream of tributes. he tries to find purpose in helping them survive while he knows prongsfoot and dorlene work with the rebellion somewhere underground. remus cares for every tribute he ends up with, giving his all even at just 20 years old.

when a girl is reaped who looks exactly like you, though, remus immediately cares for her more than any tribute before her. he sees his long lost love and friend and wants to help you survive in this form, even if he couldn’t help the real you. when she is unjustly killed by another tribute in the training centre, it hits remus hard.

the pain of that loss still has nothing on the feeling that floors him when the president brings in a body double to cover up her death — and beneath all the styling and adjustments, remus recognises you.

to recognise you and not be able to lunge for you in front of the president is torture. to see the vacant look in your eyes as you assume the tribute’s name is torture. to realise he only confuses you more when he tries to call you by your real name in private is torture.

remus believes he failed you by letting them take you and believes he failed the tribute you replaced by not being able to protect her. he refuses to fail you again. not again. he does everything in his power to get you through to the games. even if that means having to pretend you’re the fallen tribute, to coach you into pretending you’re her for the cameras. even if that means watching you spiral and be tortured through your earpiece. to be the shell of both the girl you've been programmed to be and yourself.

he gets in touch with the rebels he knows inside the capitol — moody posing as gamemaker, frank working as the district 3 tech genius — to help him disable your earpiece and drug channel secretly, to try and remove their ability to harm you further. to then secretly trying to remind you of you really are once the interviewing is over. to remind you of the rebellion that runs through your veins, of the memories you’ve shared. whispered promises to make up lost time, chasing the glint of recognition in your eyes.

when you're in the games, capitol programming and remus' voice war in your head, all the while the president tries harder than ever to kill you — body doubles can’t become victors without the capitol's trickery being exposed. remus is ravaged by desperation as your mentor, doing everything he can to get you through it. colluding with the rebellion, pulling on sponsors, manipulating gamemakers.

when you do survive your games, whether that be through unsuspected victory or a coup d’etat finally ending the dictatorship, remus intends to fulfill his promise to get you back to yourself. all the while other, cruder rebels call you a lost cause or a lunatic, remus cradles you like you're the most precious thing he knows; because you are. even if you spend the entire rest of your life trying to gain your footing, he will not leave your side, intent on bringing his girl back to him.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - XOXO

@wolfstarmicrofic February 19, word count 575

“Remus, can I ask you something?” Harry hovered by the kitchen door. Remus put down the parchment he’d been pouring over and gave Harry his full attention. 

“Anything, fire away.” He waved Harry towards the wooden chair opposite him. Harry sat down and stared at his clasped hands. Remus waited patiently for him to begin. Whatever it was must be big, as Harry wasn’t usually shy with him. 

“Okay, so I’m sending someone a Valentine’s Day card, and I don’t know how to sign it off. You’re the only one I can ask who won’t laugh at me. I asked Sirius, and he ended up rolling around on the floor making kissy faces at me.” Remus cleared his throat, forcing the laughter bubbling inside him to dissipate. Harry needed a parental figure, and as usual, Sirius was more like a big brother than the guide Harry needed. 

“What ideas have you got so far?” He asked. Harry squirmed a bit on his chair, his cheeks burning red as he tried to control his embarrassment. 

“XOXO,” He winced as a loud snot escaped Remus’s nose. 

“Sorry, sorry, won’t happen again, promise,” Remus apologised to a stricken Harry. “Right, er, does this person know you like them?” He asked once he’d got a grip in himself. Harry nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ve er. I’ve kind of been seeing someone in secret for a little while.” Harry admitted, ducking his head so he couldn’t see Remus’s reaction. Remus blinked away his bewilderment. 

“Harry, that’s wonderful. Do I know this lucky person?” Harry’s face went, if possible, even redder. 

“Sort of. I wouldn’t say you know him—” Harry’s mouth snapped shut. Clearly, he hadn’t meant to out himself. Remus would need to tread carefully. 

“Harry, you know I have absolutely no problem with that, right? I mean, you know Sirius and I are together. How could I ever have a problem with you liking boys?” He stood up and knelt on the floor beside Harry’s chair and looked up at his worried ward. “Harry, whoever it is, I’m sure we’ll love them.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Harry scoffed, but he had a smile on his face as he did. 

“Don’t put XOXO. A simple kiss will do. Much more romantic, in my opinion.”

“Thanks, Remus,” Harry leant over and gave him a hug before pulling a card out of his pocket and a ballpoint pen. He opened the card, put an x at the bottom of the message inside, and quickly snapped it shut. “Well, I’d better go and send this.” 

Remus watched as Harry stuffed the card into an envelope and rushed out of the room to go and deliver it. 

“So he likes boys, huh?” Sirius asked, walking into the kitchen after the front door had slammed shut. 

“Apparently so,” Remus replied, getting up from the floor and walking into Sirius’s waiting arms. 

“Suppose we should have the talk with him?” Sirius chuckled in Remus’s ear. 

“Probably. Let’s leave it until after Valentine’s Day, though.” 

“He’s going to be gone a while, I bet,” Sirius said, kissing along Remus’s jaw. “We should go practice what the booklet says, just so we can be sure we’re familiar with the literature.” Remus laughed joyfully and let Sirius lead him up the stairs to their bedroom. Remus didn’t want to take any chances and made sure to lock their door, just in case Harry happened to come home sooner than they thought. 

[vampirexlover13]

Just finished atyd, should I read tcoptp or will that make me more sad? And if so I desperately need fic recs that are happy PUH LEASE 😭😭

[libiemoon]

If any of you have watched Golden Girls you'll know what inspired me to make this incorrect quote 😂

Roman: Wait, how many boyfriends could the figurative personification of a heart have had?

Patton: 16.

Roman: Excuse me?

Patton: I had about 16 boyfriends, of course that was before I knew Logan. I probably would’ve had more but I wasn’t allowed to start dating until I was a senior in high school.

Roman: 16?. . .16?!

Virgil: Oh god stand back he’s gonna blow

Roman: What do you mean you had 16 boyfriends?! You told me you were a virgin until you were in college!

Logan: *trying not to laugh*

Patton: Hey you can have a boyfriend without going all the way

Roman: You cannot! If that were true, Patton, then that would mean you were a slut.

Janus: Oh come on Roman how can you say that? So the man had 16 boyfriends in 1 year. He's not a slut.

Patton: Thank you Janus.

Janus: He is THE slut.

Roman: * trying not to cry dramatically*

Virgil & Remus: *Crying on the floor laughing*

[stonnedparrott]

I think my irl friends would drop dead if they knew how much marauders fanfiction I read (none of them have even read or seen Harry Potter)

[thehauntedhousespicketfence]

you don’t understand.

i need sybil/pandora right now

growing up, they both constantly thought they were crazy. they both got these in-explainable visions/dreams that somehow always came true.

both were bullied. both were feared by their own families because of how they always seemed to know things, things that no child should know. because sometimes they'd be walking down the street, and they'd point at someone and simply say 'they're going to die tomorrow'. their parents were scared of them, but also scared for them. because seers go crazy, and they were still only kids

they both get sorted into ravenclaw. sybill is alone in the beginning, but she's fine with that - it means she doesn't get those haunting visions of people's deaths whenever she makes eye contact with them. and pandora has her twin brother and his friends to rely on. but those friends were never really close with her - she's the weird girl. the girl that evan brings around because he refuses to just abandon his twin, but barty and regulus are always wary of the blonde girl that looks at them with a mix of fear, confusion and pity

both girls get a feeling that they have to sit at a specific table in the library one day. they both get there at the same time, sitting in the chair opposite each other. they don’t say anything, they just nod at each other in understanding

after that they spend every day with each other, talking about when their visions started, reading every book on divination they can find to try and understand what it is they’re seeing, trying to understand what is wrong with them

sybill’s visions were always clearer. she’d sometimes dream of prophecies that felt so real, she’d get them mixed up with reality and pandora was the only person that could calm her down. pandora on the other hand - her talents lied with tarott cards, with crystal balls and palm reading. her visions were more up to interpretation instead of a clearly defined path. she was there to help sybill see the light in her pessimistic visions, trying to weave other meanings into them, because - sure, war was on the horrizon, but everyone couldn't die in it. right?

they kissed for the first time in the astronomy tower - cliche as it sounds, but where else would it have been? they were reading the stars, reading between those little winking lights, trying to find hidden meanings in them. it was the one thing sybill never saw coming - the feeling of pandora's lips on hers. featherlight and warm. it was the one thing she couldn't predict, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. she was thankful for it

thankful for it, because it meant her heart sped up in excitement. meant she was frozen for a second, confused and scared and - oh so alive.

their love was written in the stars, engraved in the palms of their hands, in the lines around their eyes and the strings in their hearts. it was fate.

but then war came for them

it became impossible for sybill to see the light in her visions. she kept seeing her friends die over and over again. it was so real she began to lose track of who was still here and who they’d already lost. she began to draw away from the wizarding world as a whole - which included pandora

pandora, who she loved more than anything, but now whenever she looked at her, she saw her dying in pain and anguish. she saw a locket and water. she saw a daughter with another man's eyes. she saw her death in such excruciating detail that sometimes it felt like she was dying with her too

she spent the war hidden away with the muggles, who thought she was certifiably insane. she was used to the ridicule, though. she moved from job to job, begging employers to keep her on for a just a little longer. they never did. the girl who spoke to herself and gave strange 'warnings' to costumers? who seemingly didn't understand anything about how to act or how to survive? who called everyone muggles and asked about dragons, and pixies, and elves? no. of course they did't let her stay

she moved a lot too, paranoid that someone would come find her. they never did. because sybill was never important. it didn't matter if she'd seen the end of this war a million times over since she was a child. no one ever believed her.

then there was pandora - whose best friends were all swept up in a war she wanted no part of. and it was all she could do to watch as the woman she loved fell deeper and deeper into the ‘madness’ that claimed the best of seers. she watched that madness claim sybill slowly, gradually, until there was almost nothing left of her. and pandora began to ignore her own gifts to try and save herself from that same fate

she was succeeding with it too. she hadn't had a clear vision for months until the night before her best friend died. it was the clearest vision she’d ever had - a boy drowning - and she knew it was true. even before the news hit the papers, when they were speculating if regulus black was lost or simply dead, she knew

and she knew they would never find his body.

for the next few years, she was flooded by visions. she used all the skills she and sybill had honed together to try and understand what happened to regulus.

she fell in love in that time, she had a daughter. her brother died, and even though she saw that coming in sickening detail, she knew it had to happen - that there was no other way. dorcas came next - kind, fearless dorcas, who fought on the right side of history (even though those lines were a little more blurred for pandora than she cared to admit). dorcas, who was overcome with grief and rage, and pandora knew that there was nothing she could do to prevent it either

the war ended, and yet she kept fighting

the war ended but sybil was still haunted by visions of death, but now they were muddied - unclear. for the first time in her life she understood the complexity of pandora's sight. she started to reintroduce herself to society, but it was never the same - she had a reputation now, for being crazy and unstable. so when she was offered a job teaching at hogwarts, and she grabbed it with both hands. though she was haunted by the past now when she walked through those halls. memories of the only person she'd ever loved, the woman whose brutal death she always saw even if the war was already gone

and one day, years later, pandora finally understood what regulus had done

and one day, sybill finally understood what was happening in her visions

maybe sybill got there in time. maybe she arrived before it was too late. maybe - together - they found a way to cheat fate. the strongest seers the world had ever known, defying death itself out of sheer fucking spite because haven't they already lost enough?

maybe sybill meats the girl with another man's eyes, and maybe luna grows up with auntie sybill and her mother

maybe they find a way to destory the locket, and maybe they dream of more horcrux's and destroy them too

maybe they prevent a second war before it even gets the chance to start, and spend the rest of their lives in quiet, comfortable bliss. they wouldn't chase fame for their doings, wouldn't tell a soul about what they'd done. they'd know, and that would be enough

or maybe not

maybe pandora dies, just as it was written in the stars, in the lines in their palms and around their eyes, in the strings in their hearts

maybe they were doomed to simply watch, and could do absolutely nothing to help change what they saw

maybe

why would we know, afterall?

[tardiskater]

okay but like is there a fic that is more tragic then remus' canon? because like I think it's pretty damn hard to beat growing up alone because you were bitten when you were five and are afraid of hurting anyone, going to school during the start of a war, being thrown straight into fighting with your best friends as newly graduated teenagers, losing trust in eachother and coming home more and more tired, 'three' of your best friends dying all in one day and your boyfriend being the traitor who gets sent to askaban, having to survive alone for the next twelve years and endure the moons alone for the first time as a child because your pack is dead, becoming a teacher at the same school you grew up in and having to endure the ghosts of your past while trying to make a better future, having your deads best friends son be in your class who you saw on the day they were born but haven't seen since James and Lily's death, finding out that your traitorous ex boyfriend has escaped from prison and is near the school, finding out that one of your old best friends is still alive and that your ex boyfriend was never the traitor, reuniting with your ex boyfriend and feeling sixteen again, being thrown from the only job you have ever loved because you've been exposed as a werewolf, fighting in the second war with your boyfriend only to have him die a mear two years after you finally got him back, picking up the pieces and trying to find love again, marrying the cousin of your former boyfriend, having a child with her and then dying in the final battle of a war you've been fighting your whole life and being unable to see your son growing up.

[padfootastic]

harry’s ‘saving people thing’ comes from james potter and if you disagree, u can bite me because that is the TRUTH

[ethereacals]

how each marauder would react to lingere😍😩(+ barty maybe??????)

Can I be a 🪳 anon?if so then

-🪳

hi love! yes you can be 🪳 anon! <3

-

the Marauders (+ Barty) react to you wearing lingerie 💋

18+ mdni ⚠️

James Potter

i think James would be starstruck

James was well brought up by his parents, which also meant he wasn’t used to this kind of stuff

but our baby would have a field day with this

his eyes would widen, his breath with stagger, and he would forget how to speak

“b-baby… you.. you’re so pretty..”

he definetly wouldn’t let you leave his dorm for the night, and would take you out shopping for more sets that you liked

anything for his princess

and he’d love how your tits looked,

James was a certified tits lover

Sirius Black

Sirius wouldn’t be big of a lingerie guy, ever since finding a pair of his mums in the house as a child.

pure trauma

but on you? that was a different story.

he would love to see all of the marks he’d left painted on your body while in a set

the fact you were his was on display and he simply couldn’t get enough of it

Now, quite like how james was a tits guy— Sirius was an ass man.

this man loved your ass.

but only yours

much like james, he would buy you any set you wanted.

and he lived for fucking you in them

just the thought of your pretty little mind first being corrupted to buy lingerie, and then get fucked in it?

made his heart race.

and it made a lovely punishment as well.

he’d tie you up to his bedpost while he had quidditch practice if you had done something bad that day.

he’d make you wait, dressed in your pretty lingerie.

and he loved that.

Remus Lupin

Remus never understood the lingerie hype

it was never a number one priority for him

but when you called him to your dorm to show him your new set

he was hard as fuckin’ rocks

he understood the appeal but only if it was on you, he didn’t like it on anyone else.

and as the casanova of gryffindor tower, he knew that from experience

Remus would fuck you till you couldn’t walk, we’re talking all night.

but don’t worry, Remus was a firm believer in aftercare.

after he eats you out though

that’s a very important step for Remus.

once you dropped something while studying with his friends and you bent over to pick it up.

and thank goodness Sirius and James were distracted by conversation because he caught an amazing glimpse of your lace panties that he just knew came along with a set.

that’s when remus lupin realized he was a whore and a pervert.

Barty Crouch Jr.

this. man. loves. lingerie.

the utter thought of lingerie was so appealing to him.

seeing you, dressed in a revealing dark green set made his brain shut off.

Barty definitely enjoys your tits, especially the naughty cleavage poking out from the tight bra.

he loves how when he met you, you were a quiet, shy, timid little thing.

and now you were this corrupted naughty girl who only seemed to care about him.

“look at you,” he cooed. “so hungry for my cock, toy.”

oh yeah, Barty was into degrading.

but he never went to far, he didn’t want you to actually believe those things.

but it was fun to make you cry.

what he enjoyed most about lingerie was getting to rip it off your body after a long day of classes and disappointing his father.

it was his favorite hobby

[messervixen]

I would never relate to Choices Regulus what are you even talking ab-

“I feel like I’m drowning”

…

oh.

never mind then.

[lexithwrites]

Debating on Wolfstar and Jegulus or prongsfoot and moonwater for a sugar daddy type au,,,with prongsfoot it’s 100% friends with benefits that has james being spoilt and then Remus getting help from regulus with his college stuff after they start seeing each other

[mikalilys]

Me when there’s a character that has so many secrets, like something happens and they just don’t tell anyone. The type of character that lies all the time, the type of character who’s answers are always vague. The “you can ask but I can’t promise I won’t lie to you” type characters. The characters that lie like second nature, without even realising it. The ones who give out secrets and stories like gifts, the ones who never get mad at being lied to because they understand.

[siriusly-insane]

I desperately need wolfstar fics recs that are not tcoptp because I read it twice and it's my favorite but I can't do it with the slow burn AGAIN

[vcvand]

Calling Marauders fans I need help. Could you please lmk your Les Mis casting of the Marauders. I am considering writing a fic and I need to pick roles. Also any gender do any role will work. Thanks!