#remus the big bad wolf

[accio-sriracha]

Clockwork.

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Every month Remus gets ill. His eyes gain bruises and his muscles grow stiff. He winces in pain and groans in exaustion. Every month Remus' mind is wandering off somewhere else.

Every month Peter gets stressed. His nails are chewed to nothing and his fidgeting becomes relentless. He shifts uncomfortably and glances around skittshly. Every month Peter looks as though he'd just learned a secret he'd rather not know.

Every month James seemed worried. His eyes get wide and he never leaves his friend's side. He's oddly overprotective and always takes extra notes during class. Every month James watches a little more closely than the others.

Every month Lily looks concerned, her friends seem distant and her eyes grow curious. She watches and waits, trying to understand their sudden change. Every month Lily stands gaurd anyways, protecting Remus along with the others, what else are best friends for?

But Sirius... Every month Sirius looks like death.

His eyes are wide and bruised and sad. Sadder than anyone had ever thought possible for him. His nails are chewed on his shaking hands, his hair unkempt for once and his clothes wrinkled. He always carries his friend's books and bags and extra chocolate for emergencies. He skips lessons and refuses to eat, he can hardly speak without a tremor in his voice, can hardly stand without his knees buckling beneath him. Sirius is not known to be weak. But this time, every month, Sirius is the weakest man on earth.

Every month, Remus- poor Remus- goes through a transformation nobody else could even fathom the agony of.

And every month Sirius is weighed by guilt and anger and exhaustion like he's never felt before. He is weighed with the understanding that he is helpless, that he will sit there and watch as Remus howls in pain, and stay there with him as he struggles, as he claws himself in ettempt to escape his own skin, as he wakes up with more and more scars, as his eyes lose their honey-gold warmth, as he cries and screams and tries to shun himself from the world. He will sit there and suffer more than anyone could ever imagine.

Remus hates the moon.

But nobody will ever hate the moon more than Sirius Black.

[spookeart]

Halloween party at the Gryffindor tower!🎃

Sirius couldn’t help staring at Remus in his costume and decided to take matters into his own hands.

‼️Kinda nsfw second page under the cut!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Outsider POV

@wolfstarmicrofic July 28, word count 817

Part nine of werewolf Sirius

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Regulus couldn’t feel much of anything any more. He’d given up. He had no idea how long he’d been in the dungeon. The Dark Lord himself had dragged him down here when he’d been caught leaving that accursed cave. Voldemort mustn’t have realised that the locket in the basin was a fake. His last coherent thought was that he hoped Kreacher had hidden the real one well enough. 

He had a hacking cough that would overcome him, choking him, making breathing impossible until it had passed. It was during one of these fits that he swore he heard screaming and his brother’s voice, but then it suddenly stopped and all he could hear was snarling. He fell asleep and didn’t hear another sound for weeks. 

Then the screaming started again until it turned into a low howl, whatever it was howled over and over for hours until the screaming started again, and then it was silent again for days and days. 

This new routine happened twice more before he heard the unmistakable sound of someone being dragged out of the dungeons. He was too weak to cry out for help. Whoever it was didn’t come back.

He stopped eating, unable to keep the foul sludge down any more. He drank when he could, and the bucket was refilled twice a day. It was always icy cold and stung for hours if he drank too much at once, but it was what kept him going, though for how much longer he didn’t know.

Then, after what felt like years, there was a familiar popping sound. He cracked open an eye and saw a small, large-eyed creature approaching him. He laughed a scratching whisper of a laugh, he’d finally broken, his mind was playing tricks on him. 

More time passed, but not much, and then the pop happened again. His head was tilted back by tiny, spindly hands and a small amount of sweet liquid dribbled into his mouth. Three more vials were pressed to his lips and he swallowed them automatically. He lost consciousness again.

His eyes burned when he woke next. There was light in the dungeon and warmth. Candles floated around the space and a fire blazed quietly in the centre of the room. He had to squint to see, as his eyes were so used to the darkness. There was a house elf stooped over a cauldron, stirring something mouthwatering. 

“Kreacher?” His hoarse voice cracked as he breathed out the name. 

“No, Master Regulus, Rorbey is being sent here by Master Sirius,” Rorbey squeaked in his high-pitched voice as he spooned some broth into a bowl and pushed it into Regulus’s bony hands. “Rorbey make yous better Master Regulus. Eat up, eat up,” The elf motioned with his hands and Regulus took a bite of the warm liquid, he groaned with pleasure as he greedily guzzled the broth. Rorbey's words only sank in once the bowl was empty. Sirius had sent him. Sirius knew he was alive. Sirius was saving him. That absolute hero-complex buffoon was going to lord this over him for as long as they both lived if he managed to get Regulus out of there.    

Rorbey stayed with him for a few days. Feeding him and bringing him potions. He’d even brought him books to read so he had something to pass the time. “Master Regulus, Rorbey must be going back to Master Sirius. Rorbey promised, sir.”

“Can you take a message?” Regulus asked. The elf nodded. Regulus told him what he wanted the elf to convey, but he should have known better than to expect an elf to say crass words to their master. The elf popped away and Regulus was left alone. 

Rorbey came back quickly and handed over a scroll of crumpled parchment and a bent self-inking quill. He scrawled out a note for his brother and handed it back to Rorbey before the ink had even dried. 

He sat and waited with Rorbey while Sirius and Remus came up with a plan to get him out. Days, weeks, he wasn’t entirely sure. Then Rorbey disappeared without a word. He heard what sounded like thunder above him and howling so loud, it made its way down to him. The candles and the fire went out, and then the screaming began. 

Regulus retreated to the far corner and watched the door as the howling drew nearer. He had nothing to protect himself with and only realised when the door to his dungeon burst open, revealing a ginormous black wolf. No, not a wolf, a werewolf. Its jaws dripping with blood and its piercing blue eyes trained on him. It let out a low growl and stepped into the dungeon, blocking out the slivers of light from the corridor behind it. So this was how he was going to die. He looked into those icy blue eyes and recognised them. 

“Sirius?”

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[ohyou-pretty-things]

Wolfstar Little Red Riding Hood fic 🌕 Your Love Doesn’t Scare Me

excerpt:

Closer now, he could see the ring of whiskey around the man’s pupil shrinking - he could see the faint tremor running through his body, the sweat pooling in the divot below his throat. Sirius lifted his hand and placed it on Remus’ cheek, gently stroking over an old scar. 

“What lovely eyes you have,” he murmured. 

“The better to see you with,” Remus explained, tongue poking out to wet his lower lip. 

“What sweet lips you have,” Sirius continued, hand moving down, slender fingertip tracing the path the other man’s tongue had just followed. 

gets real saucy after that ❤️‍🔥

@wolfstarbingo2024

[max-nolastname]

werewolf show that turns the idea of the big bad wolf on its head WHEN …. werewolf show as allegory for queerness and marginalization WHEN … civilization paints the world full of shadows and tells its children to stay close to the light … their light … their reasons … because in the dark depths of the forest is the big bad wolf there to swallow innocents whole …. history is written by the victors and werewolves are distorted to fit a certain narrative….where they are the monsters in the stories they tell their children at night … but that’s not true!!

[thetravelerdiary]

Happy birthday Moony 🐺🌕❤️

I started mindlessly sketching and before I knew it 2 hours had past and I’ve got a wholeass grandad werewolf on my page,,, miiiightve blanked out a little

[ellecdc]

I feel like poly!marauders would have s very funny debate around group halloween costumes. Lots of Sirius being dramatic and James pouting. Only for reader to do a couples costume with Barty.

Love your writing!

hahaha aweee poor boys

poly!marauders x fem!reader who isn't matching with them on Halloween [576 words]

CW: ....none I don't think? the boys' theatrics? a prank? pouting?

“For the last time, Sirius, no.” Remus groaned, earning him a disbelieving scoff from Sirius and a whine from James.

“But why, Moons? It’s perfect.” 

“It’s not perfect, it’s ridiculous.” 

“It’s whimsical.” James interjected.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

“Halloween costumes are supposed to be a little embarrassing!” Sirius argued, earning him a head tilt from James.

“Well, now, I don’t think they’re supposed to be embarrassing. Maybe…funny? Quirky?”

“I don’t care what they’re supposed to be, we are not dressing up as the big bad wolf and the three little pigs.” Remus declared with an air of finality, causing Sirius to deflate rather spectacularly. 

“Well what do you suggest we dress up as, then?” He muttered just as you entered their dorm. 

“Uh oh. Why’s Sirius got his pouting face on?” You commented as you pulled off your school robes. Sirius turned his pout towards you and gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Moons is being s’mean to me.”

You made a sympathetic cooing sound that had Remus rolling his eyes before you took Sirius’ face between your hands and kissed his pouting lips. 

As you pulled your lips away but not your face, you whispered to your grumpy boyfriend. “Was he being mean to you, or did he just say no?” 

Sirius balked at you as Remus let out an inelegant snort and James’ laughter bounced off the stone walls of their shared dorm. 

“You know what? Fine, screw all of you. I’m going to wear whatever the hell I want and you all will just have to figure out your own costumes.” Sirius huffed as he pretended to turn away from you, only for him to fold the second you started to walk away and pull you into his lap. 

“Wait, wait. You guys haven’t figured out your costumes yet?” You asked in disbelief, clearly wondering how the three of them could put so much thought and planning into their pranks and mischief, yet completely fumble Halloween. 

“Well…no?” Remus asked as James blurted “what do you mean you guys?” 

“Guys, I’ve had my costume planned for weeks!” 

“Weeks?” Remus parotted. 

“Weeks.” You insisted. 

“But…” James started helplessly. “I…I thought we were going to match?” 

You looked somewhat sympathetic for him, but grimaced at your admission. “Someone else asked first, bubs.”

“You’re matching someone else?!” Sirius shrieked as he all but threw you off his lap so he could look at you. 

“Oh for Merlin- yes.” 

“Who?” The three boys chorused with varying levels of theatrics. 

And the next night, one could find three pouting marauders sitting dejectedly in the Gryffindor common room dressed as the three blind mice under the suggestion of their girlfriend. Their girlfriend, who was currently wearing matching costumes with Barty Crouch Junior - a pirate and his Treasure. 

Remus might’ve found it in him to be a little more miffed about it if you hadn’t looked so sodding good in gold and bedazzled all to hell. 

“Note to self,” James muttered defeatedly, “spend less time planning the Halloween prank and more time on the Halloween costume next year.” 

The end of his sentence was punctuated by screaming when the multiple 12 foot skeletons lining the room started walking on their own accord. 

It was way less funny than they had imagined it would be when Barty threw “his booty” over his shoulder and took off out of the portrait hole. 

“Duly noted.” Sirius sighed as he took another swig of his drink.

[my-castles-crumbling]

fangs - October 11th - wolfstar - @padfootmicrofics - word count: 156

"Pads, this is a stupid idea," Remus called, spitting the plastic fangs out of his mouth and eyeing himself in the mirror. The big, fluffy ears and furry gloves he wore looked completely ridiculous in his opinion.

"It's cheeky, Moons!" Sirius called from the other room. "Everyone who gets it will find it hilarious!"

"And everyone who doesn't will wonder why I'm dressed as a fucking dog with a terrible fashion sense," Remus mumbled, plucking at his torn shirt.

But as he turned to say more, he saw Sirius walking in from the other room. Sirius, who was wearing fishnets, a dress, and a red cloak.

"How's my big, bad wolf?" Sirius cooed, devious grin huge, blinking under long eyelashes, silky hair cascaded down his shoulders. He bit his rosy, red lips seductively, one hand clinging to a picnic basket.

Remus swallowed thickly. "This was a brilliant idea," he choked out, eyes trailing up Sirius's legs.

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(The idea of Sirius and Remus dressing as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf has been around tumblr for a while, it's not mine!)

[ddejavvu]

ok more animagus reader and sirius thoughts what if every morning reader wakes sirius up by sneaking into the boy’s room and meowing 😭💕as much as sirius and the boys say they hate it deep down they think it’s very cute

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14

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Slipping into the boys' dorm is easy enough. The more difficult part is finding a suitable perch, but today Sirius is laying on his stomach with his face turned sideways towards the wall of his dorm, so you plant your paws firmly into his shoulder. It gives you a satisfying sense of superiority, standing tall over him.

With very little regard for the wellbeing of Sirius's eardrums, or his roommates', for that matter, you let out a sound that you'd classify as a meow, but that Sirius classifies as a shout.

Perhaps it is prolonged and forceful and more vowel than consonant. Perhaps it is reminiscent of an emergency siren, blaring inches from his ear and rousing him from what you're sure had been a very warm, pleasant sleep. Perhaps it is several decibels louder than it needs to be, especially considering Sirius is a light sleeper to begin with, and a cool breeze could successfully rouse him.

But perhaps it is fun, feeling Sirius's shoulders buck beneath you and digging your claws into his sleep shirt to stay on. He wakes with a strangled yell that blends terribly with your ongoing mewl, creating a symphony fit for only the deepest pits of hell. Remus and James aren't far behind him, waking in the commotion and swearing and groaning alike.

All three are more than used to your rather rude wake-up calls, and all three adamantly swear that they are going to start locking their door at night. But day after day you find it unlocked, and Sirius wraps an arm around your small, furry body, dragging you under the covers like he does every day, letting you soak up the heat lingering beneath the blankets.

"You're the devil," Sirius informs you, his voice thick with both sleep and irritation, "What do you have against sleeping in?"

"I'm gonna kill her." Remus vows, but you're more than used to the man's grouchiness, especially early in the mornings, "I mean it, Pads, you'd better keep her away from me. I'm a werewolf, y'know. Would be real easy to stage an accident."

"Hear that, darling?" Sirius asks, though his arm curls tighter around you, keeping you protectively tucked into his side, "If y'keep screamin' at me every morning, I'll let the big bad wolf after you."

[ruinofchimera]

Lily Evans was far from a white knight in shining armor in the confrontations between James & Co. and Severus. And if you want to talk about her toxic friendship with Snape, don’t try to erase her contribution to the equation.

Apparently, her close friend is lifted upside down by a spell that causes his robes to fall and expose his underwear. As he helplessly struggles, flailing to free himself, a crowd gathers to watch the spectacle. His wand is out of reach, and he is being mocked and threatened. Of course, as a true friend, she finds this picture amusing enough that she has to hold back her laughter. You know, absolutely reasonable behavior for someone who cares for you deeply. Moreover, imagine if Remus were in a similar situation—no doubt his friends' first reaction would be to laugh, or perhaps yell at his bullies to put him down. With his wand in hand, James Potter would stand by and wait for his friend to be released.

Definitely a turning point in Lily and Severus's friendship. Though Severus's behavior was heavily dictated by a strong sense of hurt after such a public humiliation and violation of his privacy, as you all say, these circumstances justify nothing when it comes to throwing those kinds of insults. Fine.

Oh, but what explains her response, then? Was she hurt too? Humiliated? If you’re saying that the mental state after such a traumatic experience as the one James inflicted upon Severus shouldn’t have affected his words, what justifies Lily’s behavior? What made such a saintly person as she join in the ridicule of her so-called friend in an instant? Not only did she join in by calling him the insulting nickname used by his abusers, but she also added another mockery of Severus to the rotten pile as if it weren’t enough already. And I want to remind you once again that Lily lost control of her emotions before she had even gone through half the humiliation that Snape had endured, for the record.

Thus, it appears that there is a precedent of hypocrisy here. Why do you make this situation appear as a one-sided insult (Severus is the big bad wolf and Lily is the victim) rather than a mutual emotional outburst? Why is Lily allowed to feel hurt but Snape isn’t, though Severus’s emotional damage is at least double? Fine. Let’s move on to the approach both of them took in their apologies.

So, apparently, Severus felt guilty after committing such an atrocity as calling Lily a Mudblood. He made a sincere attempt to apologize. Lily didn’t feel guilty for her contribution to his public humiliation; she was sure the only villain here was Severus.

Lily had every right imaginable to reject his attempts to make amends, but the thing is, Severus reconsidered his behavior—she never did. Moreover, she expressed absolute skepticism about his redemption. Should I even mention that she later started dating his bully? The one who never even tried to apologise for his assaults on Snape?

Somehow, she believed in James's redemption even without him admitting his wrongs. Let it be. That’s not the main point of discussion. What I really struggle to understand is how, given all these circumstances, Lily becomes a cheered, glorious friend, and Severus is commonly believed to be the villain in their dynamic.

Did I overlook something? Prove me wrong, if you please. Open my eyes to where exactly Lily is a saint or martyr. Where is she even a good friend in the first place? I’m all ears.

[wingedhallows]

fix it ; remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader | 0.8k words plot: remus would never hurt you but he's not himself when full moon hits prompt: "fix it." "I can't." authors note: It's short and simple, hope you like it.

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The lights hurt in your eyes, your head felt heavy. Voices rumbled around you, a buzz of something you couldn’t make out, no words formed in your head. You lifted your arm, desperate to shield your eyes from the unbearable light.

“Y/N!” Lily’s sweet voice sounded next to you, your body came back to itself. You felt less out of it by the minute.

“You’re awake, James, get Pomfrey.” Footsteps retreated and Madam Pomfrey was by your side in a minute. Her warm hand touched your forehead, you scrunch your nose in discomfort.

“How are you feeling, darling?” You breathed out and sat up with her help. Suddenly, there was a burning feeling on your face, your hand reaching up to make out what it was. Something had slashed the skin.

“Don’t, you’ll only get it dirty.” Pomfrey said, a cup of medicine in her hand.

You frowned and looked at your friends, their faces showed you enough. Something happened, something to your face, something so bad that they kept looking at you with those pitting looks on their faces.

“I’ll be right back.” Madam Pomfrey excused herself.

The liquid tasted bitter but you downed it with a sour look on your face.

“So, what the fuck is up with my face?” You asked. Sirius shifted his legs in discomfort and James looked away. You turned to your boyfriend, who sat in his chair, slumped.

“Remus, love-” he released his head from his hands and turned to you, his eyes widened as his orbs locked with yours. He bit his lip, an effort to not cry, you knew that much.

Madam Pomfrey returned with an object in her hands. “I’m sorry, dear.” She said before handing you a mirror, your heart plummeted in your chest, a cold feeling washed over you as you raised the mirror to look at yourself.

“Fix it, please.” Remus almost whispered, but the nurse heard him bright and clear. She shook her head with a sorry look on her face.

"I can't." 

Remus jumped to his feet, a hand brushed over his tired face. “Please, I beg of you.” His lips released a shaken breath.

“I-I-I..She can’t..Just look at her. Please.” You stared at yourself, in disbelief.

There were three big slashes across your forehead all the way down to your cheek. They stung and they looked deep red but you didn’t mind half as much as Remus did- It was him, it clicked after a few moments and you put the mirror down. That’s why he was so distraught, because he had hurt you while he fought through the full moon last night.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lupin, there’s nothing I can do about scars. I’m very sorry, Miss Y/LN.”

You just nodded before she took the mirror from your hands and retreated to her desk. Your friends didn’t speak, too ashamed to look you in the eyes.

“It’s not that bad, actually.” You said. Their heads turned to you, eyes wide. “Not so bad?” Remus spoke, his hands in his lap. “Dove, I did-”I know and I knew this could happen when I came with you last night.”

You reached for his hand, he was reluctant to give it to you. His glossy eyes found yours, his thumb stroked your hand as he tried not to break into sobs. “The wolf is not you, Remus.”

He peeked at you, his lips trembled. You took a breath and spoke once again.

“You would never hurt me like this, you’re not the wolf.” His head lowered itself to your intertwined hands before he burst into tears, his body shook with each cry. Your friends had taken that as a sign and excused themselves.

“I’m so sorry-s-s-so sorry, my love..I-I- never wanted, wanted to hurt y-y-you.” He bawled as you scooted closer, your hands embraced him in a hug while he sobbed in your arms.

“I know.” You tried. He took some breaths and calmed down, his shoulders still shook and his eyes were puffy. You reached your hand to his face and wiped his tears. “You crybaby.” You gave him a small smile, which did sting and clasped his hand in yours again.

“I look rather badass now, I'd say.” His eyebrows rushed up and he huffed in displeasure. “You’re all beaten up because of me and you think that’s badass?” You nudged his shoulder and a small chuckle left you.

“I mean, you do, so that makes me badass as well.” He shook his head and gave you a small smile, his teeth not showing. “I'm a badass?” You had to laugh out loud as you nodded your head “So very badass, but you’re rather pretty, no matter the scars or not.” He leaned into your hand and a tear left his eyes. “I love you.”

You connected your lips with his as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you too, Remus.”

[rockybloo]

Updating Remus's scars after seeing a very much needed guide on drawing burn scars.

Obviously, Remus's scars aren't realistic but they are def better than the original look he had. Y'all will learn how he got them in comic - tis one of Beanstalked's many secrets.

For those who are new to Remus, he is Romulus's brother. And for those who don't know who Remus and Romulus are, they are Bookmarked with the Big Bad Wolf (they got different wolves assigned to them because it's a reoccurring figure in fables)

Remus, unlike his brother, is a beam of sunshine. He's incredibly optimistic and likes to be helpful…sadly he and Romulus are tied to Nevermore and her crew.

It's a "protag stuck working for the antag because his brother has decided it's the safest option" kinda situation.

[jordiestardust]

since starbucks started pumpkin spice season, it’s officially fall. my fall thought (singular) this year consists of remus lupin and reader going to a halloween party as the big bad wolf and little red riding hood, and james sirius and peter tagging along as the fucking pigs.

[jamesmydeer]

christmas festivities hcs

masterlist

james potter

making gingerbread houses

- the potters are THE family when it comes to christmas traditions 

- james is like one of those dads on vacation with an itinerary for the whole month of december

- he will be partaking in every christmas festivity 

- and so will you, like it or not

- and he will be referring to anyone who complains even once as ‘scrooge’ 

- his favorite, without a doubt, is decorating gingerbread houses 

- because this man is competitive 

- he loves you, but there’s no way he will let you make a better gingerbread house than him 

- he wanted to bake his own like his mom used to do when he was a kid 

- but he is no longer a kid 

- and you are not his mom

- so he settles for the pre-assembled ones 

- gets soooo pouty when yours starts looking better than his

“i think they gave you better icing or something”

- excuses

- you leave for one second to wash your hands 

- and come back to his gingerbread house lights (mini gummies) actually flickering 

“jamie! we agreed no magic!”

“you can’t prove anything!”

- he’s such a sore loser omg

- says he doesn’t care whose turns out better 

- liar 

- insists that you do one together 

- more like he watches you do one and claims half the work 

- sits you in his lap while you work on it 

- his only contribution is a heart on the side with your initials in it 

- he’s so cute y’all 

- wraps his arms around your middle and snuggles into your neck 

- hums along to the christmas music playing in the background 

- gets bored and stands up, taking you with him 

- dances around the dining room to festive music until his parents return home

- and immediately asks them whose is better 

- doesn’t care my ass 🙄

“they’re both great jamie” 

“y/n’s.”

“…”

“what? i’m not going to lie to my son”

- will need to snuggle on the couch to a christmas movie after that 

- his poor little feelings :,(

sirius black

decorating the tree

(contemplating writing a fic for this, lmk what you think)

- sirius never got to decorate a christmas tree as a kid

- they always had one, and he helped put ornaments on

- but it always ended in him getting yelled at for putting them in the wrong place

- and they always had to match the theme

- if he brought an ornament home from school, it went straight into a box

- so when you get a tree for your place, he fully intended to sit back and let you do all the work

- you bring in a few boxes of ornaments and he tells you he’ll get all of them out

- he doesn’t want his baby poking themselves on the sharp part

- he goes through the first box and there’s nothing special

- some cute ornaments you made as a child that your family was willing to part with

- a cute set of a wolf, deer, dog, and rat that james insisted on everyone getting

- then he moves on to the next box

- and it’s full of ornaments from his family home that never got put on the tree

- he doesn’t even care how you got them, he just feels so appreciated for once

- he associates christmas with some not so good memories, and he loves you so much for trying to replace them

- sets the box down and hugs you so tight

- you swear you hear sniffles, but that’s neither here nor there

- lifts you up to put the star on top of the tree

“nice view from down here. star looks pretty good too”

- you step back to admire your work and he can’t stop smiling

- he’s so proud of it

- the tree is nowhere near as pretty as the ones he was used to

- but it was the best tree he had ever seen

- because it was yours

- and it showcased how much you love him

remus lupin

family christmas party

- oh he is NERVOUS

- he’s met your family before, but this is a big deal to him

- because it’s the holidays and your whooooole family will be there

- you try to tell him that there’s no way he could make a bad impression

- he has tea with madam pince once a week, older people adore him

- you offer to pick him up but he insists on coming over alone

- which was a BIG mistake

- he went to a christmas party at the potter’s last year and was severely underdressed

- how was he supposed to know you have to dress fancy for christmas parties?? they don’t do that in the movies

- he was not going to do that again

- but your family does not wear suits to a christmas party

- weirdo pureblood traditions

- when he walk in and everyone is in comfy clothes?

- he has never felt more embarrassed

- his face is so red it could pass for an ornament

“you have more christmas sweaters than anyone i’ve ever met, and today is the day you decide not to wear one?”

- aside from a few of your uncles teasing him, everyone thinks he looks quite charming

- i mean, he’s already an attractive boy

- he can only look better in a suit

- besides, he’ll take a few teasing comments if it means he gets doted on by your mom

- whines to you once you’re in private that you should have told him

- you’re so mean

- remus lupin is a big baby

- luckily, you have a few of his sweaters

- you lead him into your bedroom to change

“door open y/n!”

- as if remus would ever do something inappropriate in your childhood home!

- he so would

- will NOT stop sniffing his sweater that now smells exactly like you

- it gets to present time and remus doesn’t expect to get anything

- and he’s fine with that !!!!

- he’s just happy to be there

- rests his head on your shoulder and watches everyone pass around presents

- you play with his hair and that’s enough of a gift for him

- but omg remus this one has your name on it!

- and it’s from you and your parents

- he smiles so big and assured them over and over that they didn’t have to do that

- he opens it up and it’s a pair of pajamas

- you tell him they match the ones that you three have

- and that’s the sweetest thing he has ever heard

- you guys want him to match you 🥺

- after everyone leaves, you all change into them and watch a christmas movie

- you snuggle up on the couch and he holds you tight

- occasionally kissing your forehead and thanking you for tonight

“you know, they can’t yell at us to leave the door open if they’re asleep”

- he’s so cheeky

- but who are you to deny him

[twistedtummies2]

We need to arrange a meeting of big bad wolves😅 (heh, a tavern where there is a portal between universes). I feel that Romulus, Remus and Louis (hooter-n-company) will have a great time.🤪

(whistles innocently as I hide something sneaky from all; sings) "You will leeeeeaaaarrrrrrn..."

[jimblejamblewritings]

starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb five

Blurb Title: Nymphs are Great at Karaoke

Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: the fancast gifs don't relate to the story at all, I just use them to break the story from the info. Imagine who you want.

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Remus thought your brilliant idea for a costume would be dressing up as a fairy princess so you could be a nymph for one night with no judgment. You were dressed as a nymph… technically. What he, rather stupidly, didn’t realize was that he would be roped into a couple’s costume. He didn’t even do one for Sirius — something his boyfriend didn’t care about until all of five seconds ago when Sirius heard him say he had to leave early but would see them all at the party. But there Remus was, at your dorm door with flowers, standing in the threshold for all of two seconds before you pulled him inside and shoved a bunch of fur in his face. 

“The big bad wolf? You actually want me to go as my biggest secret and fear in life?” 

You nodded as you put on your red cloak. “I thought it’d be nice for us to face our fears together instead of alone.” 

You took  a deep breath. Your friends already knew about your plans to reveal your nymph side without anyone but them knowing the truth behind your supposed costume. Remus wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see what you actually looked like… although he figured what you looked like in human form was also true to yourself as well.

What Remus wasn’t expecting was for you to be so cute. He said such as you smiled sheepishly at him. Your ears were more pointed, kind of like an elf, and your eyes were a bit bigger. Your nose was flatter and almost fawn-like. And Remus was sure he saw sparkles randomly shimmering on your skin and petals springing up on your hair before disappearing suddenly. 

The two of you finished getting dressed quickly and met all the others in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone’s costumes were so cute or terrifying. 

“Wait,” you said when you reached the bottom step. “My costume isn’t finished yet.” 

“Huh?” 

The others had to stop themselves from laughing too hard when both Peter and Regulus turned into their animagus forms. Peter scampered up your outstretched arm and dropped into the front pocket on your little Red Riding Hood cloak. Regulus, carefully and almost hesitantly, stepped into your arms. He relaxed completely when he realized that you weren’t going to drop him and that you did in fact know how to hold a cat properly. He hissed when his brother summoned a camera and took a picture. Sirius was never letting him live it down. Regulus didn’t turn into a cat for anyone. But you were quiet and he had to agree with Peter that you did have a calming presence about you. The nymph thing they figured. 

You were enjoying your time as you held cat-Reggie and swayed to the music with your boyfriend. Remus laughed every time he looked down and saw Regulus two sways away from falling asleep. Peter had already disappeared completely into your pocket. You and Remus looked over at the speakers when your favorite Halloween song came on. Groaning as best as a cat could, Regulus put his paws on your chest for balance and dug through your pocket until he grabbed Peter by the scruff and jumped down to go join the others. 

“How many more dances do they have memorized?” Dorcas asked in horror. 

“This has got to stop,” James said, the others agreeing with him. 

Sirius just swooned at Remus dipping you dramatically before you two busted out into a disco. “Leave them alone. Look how much fun Moons is having.” 

Mary just shook her head as she took another drink. “You’re more embarrassing than them.” 

Sirius ignored them and continued to watch Remus until your performance was over. Laughing, you and Remus crashed on the couch behind you as the group came over. The music had stopped. Most of the lights had been dimmed. And a fire was started in the fireplace. Everyone was getting cozy as some Gryffindors set up a stage and a large projector for movies and karaoke. The karaoke was up first according to the party organizers and then the night would end with movies until everyone slowly retreated into random dorms for the night (early morning). 

You knew Remus and his friends were in a band but you never heard them before. He didn’t want you to hear them for the first time over video or patronus but live. That and the fact that the marauders kept saying they weren’t ready. You made Remus promise that by university the band would at least try to make it big instead of only playing in the Room of Requirement and parties. And even though this wasn’t exactly a band performance, you were still excited to hear them sing. Moving off of Remus, you took his and Sirius’ drinks to hold while they were performing. 

As they flipped through songs, the marauders — and the rest of the group not onstage — were surprised to hear that you and Remus didn’t have embarrassing karaoke sessions to go along with your dance routines. He shrugged as he finally picked a song and handed out the mics. It just wasn’t your thing. The marauders got into position and waited for the intro of the song to start. 

Was it risky and downright stupid to flirt with each other on stage? Probably but once Remus started, Sirius wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity. Besides, you didn’t seem to catch on. You were actually laughing at what you perceived to be their joke flirting and encouraging them to do more. Should they have done it knowing that you clearly had a different understanding of what they were actually doing? No and they knew it. But Remus and Sirius weren’t going to think too deeply about that. 

“That was great,” you said between laughs as you handed them both their drinks back. “I have to see that happen again.” 

“Absolutely not, dovey,” Remus played it up. 

“Please.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

Feeling on cloud nine at your reaction, Sirius actually sat next to you. You laid your head on Remus’ shoulder with your feet in Sirius’ lap. Your boyfriend played with your hair, fingers occasionally brushing your cheek, while Sirius rested his hands on your ankles. This position was more beneficial to Sirius than he initially realized. Remus was able to throw his arm onto the couch and around without drawing suspicion. 

“You should go up,” Sirius encouraged you, both to your shock and Remus’ shock. 

Remus’ talk with the boys made Sirius think. He should play nice with you if there was any hope of a nice and smooth breakup. And all of their friends liked you. He didn’t want to divide them or be a problem so he would be nice. 

You did end up going to the stage when they announced the last round of karaoke coming up. Sitting on the stool, you picked a slower tempo rock song. When the music started, you held the mic close to your face and began to sing. The marauders sat straight up in their seats, all looking at each other. That was just the voice they were discussing.

While Remus and Peter’s voices were smooth as honey, Sirius had nice grit, and James could scream like no one’s business, they had wanted something different. Something soft yet haunting but could bring emotion and grit when necessary. They held auditions but all the voices they liked were already in their own groups or not interested in joining a band.

“It would be the siren,” James whispered under his breath. 

“We have to ask her,” Sirius said. 

He didn’t care how he felt about you. They needed your voice. Plenty of bands didn’t get along or whatever. He’d learn to not just play nice but be your friend… or at least a very good coworker. But the marauders needed her voice. They all nodded at Sirius’ words. The moment you step off stage, they will go ask you to join the band

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