#remus transformation

[vampbloodbunny2]

Girls Remus

🤝

,, it's that time of the month"

[xxshadowcasterxx]

Sanders Sides but their Emotions affect their Forms and stuff and so at some point they're all just falling apart and it's very clear

Roman is so scared of that "Perfect Heroic Mask" he wears cracking and revealing just how insecure he is and how weak he feels after SvS Redux, that one day he wakes up and there's cracks in his face and arms that resemble peeling paint.

Virgil is terrified of being perceived as scary and unwanted and dangerous after he admits to being a Dark Side to Thomas, and one day he realizes he has fangs because he feels like he's a Monster.

Logan feels so unseen and ignored by the others, especially after his outburst in the "Orange Incident" (and it not even working) that one day he becomes invisible and inaudible to all of the other sides.

Janus feels like Thomas and the others will never actually listen to his point of view if it's him speaking without using another person's tactics, and then he suddenly can't control when he changes form or who he looks like, but all he knows is that he change back into himself.

Patton feels so bad about trying so hard to be in the driver's seat and feels like he only gets in the way of the others and Thomas, so he suddenly begins growing in size in response.

Remus, meanwhile, is getting tired of all of his contributions getting shot down no matter the context, and so he begins to sporadically shrink because he feels undervalued.

At some point, it takes all of them reflecting on how they feel and actually communicating with each other for them to return to normal, and altogether move forward with new perspectives and a new understanding of each other.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 4 - Muscle

@wolfstarmicrofic March 4, word count 200

Remus hated this bit more than another part of the transformation. Every single muscle in his body tore and reformed. Some shrunk, some elongated and some stayed almost the same. But no matter what, his body was filled with pain. 

Padfoot came over and nuzzled his nose into Remus’s cheek. Remus reached out and wrapped an arm around the giant dog, hugging it close. He was nearly back in his own body. 

Once he’d stopped screaming and his body had settled down, Padfoot moved as close to him as possible, using his soft fur and heat to keep Remus warm. 

“I love you,” he croaked in a hoarse voice as he clung to Padfoot. He hated that Sirius had to do this for him, but he was so grateful that he did. The dog didn’t respond, but he did give Remus’s cheek a quick lick. 

They lay there for a while before Remus recovered enough to move; that’s when Sirius transformed, and he apparated them home. As Remus slid into their comfy bed, he made a mental note to get Sirius something nice to say thank you for everything he did for Remus on the worst nights of his life. 

[up-to-some-good]

Habits

A bit of a silly one today, but the idea occurred to me and made me laugh, so here's this. Written for @wolfstarmicrofic - stretch. (440 words)

It was their first day back home together in a month. Sirius had been away, looking for a horcrux with Regulus, and Remus had been staying with the Potters while he recovered from a rough full moon.

But Sirius was back now. He had gone over for dinner with the Potters after he delivered the horcrux to Dumbledore. They had stepped into the fireplace together afterwards and stepped into their living room with the first deep breath in a month.

That was an hour ago. Since then, Remus had curled up in his favourite armchair with a book and a cup of tea. Sirius had taken a shower and unpacked his backpack before transforming into Padfoot and taking a nap by his partner's feet.

It was standard routine when Sirius came back from the horcrux missions. He loved the work, it was challenging and intense and thrilling, but it was also incredibly hard on his mind, so he liked to spend some time in his dog brain afterwards to settle down again.

Remus didn't mind. He liked just having Sirius home, safe and sound. He'd sit quietly and read until Sirius was a man again, and then they'd go to bed together, and tomorrow they would talk everything out.

After a while, Padfoot woke up, standing and then leaning down to unkink his back.

"Big stretch," Remus said in a high-pitched voice, barely noticing what he was doing until it was done.

Padfiot froze and transformed back into Sirius, staring at Remus, who was just as surprised.

"I..." Remus started. "I guess I picked up the habit from Lily. She does that any time Otis stretches, or any of the cats, really, and I must've started doing it too..."

He kept babbling for a while, something about cats and dogs being alarmingly similar, until Sirius interrupted when he burst out laughing. After a moment, Remus joined him with his own giggles.

"I'm sorry, Pads," he said when they calmed down. "I'm tired, is all, and it's a habit."

"No need for apologies, love," his partner responded. "Just not used to hearing your dog-voice. Merlin knows I'd do the same to Moony if I could."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Remus's cheek.

"Bed time, I think," he continued, pulling Remus up and kissing him gently.

Remus smiled into the kiss before Sirius pulled away and started towards their bedroom. He reached his arms up, stretching his back and hearing a few clicks after sitting for so long.

As he started to follow Sirius, he heard his partner calling from the bedroom and started to laugh again.

"Biiiiig stretch!"

[alwayshinny]

Hinny 💍 - The One With No Voldy and Where Everyone Lives

AU, where Harry happens to hear a conversation between his grandfather, Fleamont Potter, and his father, James. Fleamont, who has been looking weaker by the day, tells his son he knows his and Euphemia's time is coming to an end, and his only regret is not being able to witness Harry grow up and get married. This bothers Harry, and while on a playdate at the Burrow, he confides in Ginny, who responds as if it were the most obvious solution: "Then let's get married."

They persuade their families to arrange a gathering, and they con the Weasley brothers into decorating the backyard. Ron stands by Harry's side as his best man, while Luna is Ginny's bridesmaid. All it took was one look from Harry and Ginny to convince Sirius to turn into Padfoot to be their ring bearer/flower girl; his outfit consisted of a bowtie and a tutu (James, Remus, Gideon, and Fabian nearly fell off their chairs laughing so hard).

They made each other's wedding rings. Harry's ring was made from the metal from his grandma's old Auror badge (which Euphemia gave to her willingly) and the very first snitch he caught for the first time and gifted to her. Ginny convinced Fabian and Gideon to transform into a ring. Ginny's ring was made of her favorite green bubble gum (that was suspiciously similar to Harry's eye color) and twigs of their broomsticks as the band, which Harry convinced his dad and Sirius to smooth out and place an unbreakable charm on with an auto-replenishing charm on the bubble gum.

They both dressed themselves for the occasion, and Harry asked his mom and godmother Marlene to help him pick flowers for Ginny's bouquet. He smelled each one and was very picky persistent it had to smell like Ginny's hair. It took Harry HOURS until he was finally satisfied with the arrangement. Molly volunteered to make their wedding cake, and a few days before the wedding, Ginny told her dad in a very grown-up tone to wear a bowtie because he was walking her down the aisle on Sunday. Hinny asked Hagrid to marry them, and when it was time to kiss the bride, Harry was just about to protest/lecture Hagrid about how he should have asked Ginny for her consent instead of giving him permission "to kiss the bride" (the boy was Lily Potter's son and a true feminist at heart), when Ginny pulled Harry down and gave Harry a big kiss on the lips. The kid was frozen for a solid minute and then couldn't stop smiling as he followed his 'wife' around all day.

They made Fleamont and Euphemia's wishes come true.

Then, 16 years later, they got married again.

[kaaaaaaarf]

Instead of a werewolf, on the full moon Remus turns into the most terrifying thing of all—his hatefuck series self.

[safeplacesnupin]

A dark transformation piece. The wolf ripping through the man. A werewolf's transformation is never easy. Remus' especially so.

I'm not overly thrilled with the gif version so I added the first and last frames. This is the first time since leaving Adobe that I miss it :( Anyone have good alternatives for making *gifs*? Because I love my painting program but it doesn't do gifs.

[randommmthoughts]

Really really random but

When does a werewolf start transforming?

Because sometimes the full moon is up at 16:00 already, does he change then? Or only when the sun is fully down? Or is the transformation during the sunset?

[cunning-and-cool]

if you don't write a wolfstar reunion and they are not calling each other beautiful, then what are you even doing?

[chimuelo2005-blog]

AU where Sirius didn't go to Azkaban, so he gets to help Remus during the full moon pt 2.

*warning: mentions of body transformation, werewolf shifting, dizziness, nausea, etc.*

The wolf paced the room, claws scraping against the floorboards, muscles twitching under the bristling fur. The beast wanted to hunt, wanted to run, but Sirius… Sirius kept him tethered, like he always did. Hours passed like this. The moon rose higher, casting its full light through the window. The wolf prowled, restless but contained, as Sirius watched, never moving from his spot, keeping a careful eye on every movement, every growl. He was used to this — used to the way Remus transformed into something monstrous, but never losing that connection between them. He was patient. Always so damn patient.

As the night dragged on and the moon began its descent, the wolf’s energy ebbed. Slowly, agonizingly, Remus’ body started to shift back. Bones cracked and shortened, fur receded, and claws shrank into fingernails once more. When it was finally over, Remus laid trembling on the floor, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. His skin was pale, slick with sweat, and every inch of his body throbbed with the after effects of the transformation. He felt like he’d been ripped apart and put back together wrong. Sirius moved instantly, scooping Remus up into his arms as gently as he could, holding him close, supporting his weight as Remus sagged against him, too weak to hold himself upright. His muscles screamed in protest, but he let out a long, shaky breath, the nausea and dizziness still there, but dull now in comparison to the sheer exhaustion. “Shh, I’ve got you,” Sirius murmured, one hand threading through Remus’ damp hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“It’s alright now. You’re alright.” Remus clung to him, his fingers gripping weakly at the fabric of Sirius’ shirt, his face buried in the crook of Sirius’ neck. He felt so fragile after a transformation, like his body was made of glass that could shatter at any moment. But Sirius was always there, holding him together. “I hate this,” Remus muttered, his voice hoarse, broken. “Every time…” Sirius pressed a soft kiss to his temple, his breath warm against Remus’ skin. “I know. But you don’t have to do it alone.” Remus leaned into the touch, his body sore and shaking, but his heart steadying in Sirius’ arms. He let out a shaky sigh, feeling Sirius’ hands running soothingly down his back, the familiar warmth of his presence soothing the raw edges of his mind. “Thank you,” Remus whispered, his voice barely audible, too drained to say more. Sirius smiled against his skin, holding him just a little bit tighter. “Always, love. Always.”

[easterbonnet]

Waiting For Remus...

CW: angst, self hatred, anger, mental health, swearing (once), blood//injury

3.3k words

*Fem!reader // based on the moodboard I made below: *

"-And then, you'll never guess what she did, she turned him into a toad! Well I told her I did, that if she ever got tired of listening to his croaks, I'd happily take him off her hands.", a short witch, with ginger hair and a rosy face admitted, laughing.

"HA! I bet you would, wasn't he the one who you caught rummaging through your potions store? Craftly sod he is", Y/n agreed, also giggling away.

It was getting late, the two women had been friendly chatting away for hours, the conversation so entertaining, neither had stopped for breath. Yet she had to admit, the homely smell of freshly baked cookies and the warm blankets that covered her legs and the podgy chair, were hard to tear herself from.

She sighed, "I suppose I better be off now", glancing at the golden pocket watch she pulled out of her forest green waistcoat, her eyes widening when she noted the time. "Merlin! It's almost 10PM, I hate having to travel back in the dark in this kind of weather." She got up from her seat unwillingly, draping the woolen blanket that warmed her legs, over the chair.

"Have a safe travel dear, I'll fetch your broomstick for you", the older witch insisted.

.............

"Where is it? Where is ittt?", the man asserted nervously. His tawny brown hair ruffling against the wooden entrance of the cupboard he was searching frantically, commotions of clatters erupting into the room. He groaned, not seeking what he was after. The brown, leather shoes placed on his feet creased, as did the knees of his trousers, as he anxiously foraged everywhere he could think. The cupboards, the drawers, shelves, trunks... nothing. Getting rather agitated and terrified now, he thrusted open the timber door to a closet he was certain he'd previously checked.

"Ah! There it is", he spotted a small, glass bottle labelled, 'Wolfsbane Potion' and extended his hand towards it, overcome with relief, his reach was lazier than it would have otherwise been, much to his despair.

CRASH

The sacred potion bottle took a rapid tumble to the wooden floorboards, with a loud smash. Its contents now seeping into the sponge that is the timber underfoot. The distressed man could do nothing but stare in cruel shock.

It was the last bottle he had.

It was the last night he had to take the damned concoction.

Completely unknowing of what to do next, he fell to his knees, swiping the glass away erratically, trying desperately to collect the liquid into his palms, he rushed to push his hands to his eager mouth, licking at his attempt.

'Just a drop, anything, please' he thought, but it was wasted, his hands were damp at best, predominately with his own sweat.

"No, NO", he stood firmly, his sleeves damp, the glass shards clinging to his trousers by snagged threads. His trembling hands clutching at his hair, scrutinising the mess he'd made.

Desolately aware of what the proceeding consequences would be, he darted for the front door, scrambling to turn the handle before letting the deep, navy skies greet him. The moon beckoning him playfully. After a split second, he slammed the door shut again.

He could feel it. He recognised it by now.

Remus scarpered through the room, away from the door, heading for the closest room, the bedroom. His eyesight was becoming clearer, but his eyes darker, like a pool of poison. The feeling of his bones shifting, his nose flattening, his teeth growing into deadly fangs. It didn't matter how many times he'd had to endure it, it never got better. The 'man' forced open the window, leaping, like he was pulled out of it. Ice cold air shattered against his skin as it came in contact with the pure snow that blanketed the scenery. He ran, he raced, he charged, to the only place he could.

His exterior still predominantly human, his mind becoming clouded, he arrived at the weather-beaten building. It creaked in the wind. Soggy, like a wet paper bag.

"Ahhhhhhhh", he screeched, his mind racing.

"Give up, there's no way to escape", he heard a voice say.

"Don't put up a fight, monster", the same voice mocked.

It was his voice.

The same one that screamed into the night, only this time, inside the walls of his head.

He struggled for the door knob, missing as his fingernails grew into dagger-like claws, the pain shooting his head back with a howl. His fists battered the door, attempting to force himself inside, the desire to roam free expanding inside of him. His hands grappled for the handle again, leaving deep scratches on the door, tearing at the fragile wood.

At last gaining entrance of the shack, he slammed the door shut, climbing the rickety stairs to another room, trashed and forgotten. He could relate to it in many ways, tired-looking, pitiful. The persisting resentment in which he felt, for himself; a disgusting, dirty, foul creature, that others were not safe to be around, something he was so drastically the opposite of otherwise. He loathed this part of him, it made him recoil, he was an animal no less. A beast.

After so much experience, Remus had heard all the insults one could muster, they sickened him, but not one of them was something he had not said about himself, in fact, anyone would admit they are much kinder.

His crumbling facade was getting redder, the blood slowly draining from his soul. He couldn't do this again, the same thing he'd said the second time, and the third, but no matter how many times he'd made such a fragile promise to himself, he could never keep it. It was destroying him, slowly, but deeply, he'd beg and he'd plead but nothing. No one could hear him, nor did he want them to. To let someone see such a mess, such a tragedy would rip him to pieces, as he knew, that it would make no difference - the same mess but now with eyes attached, not a moment to unleash his tears without an explanation. His soul was decaying, but it was the only thing that could save him. It's persistence somewhat laughable, the sheer repetition, almost dream-like. Pleading with himself to wake up, to stop the endless cycle, but he knew, completely, that he already had, that he was indeed starkly awake. Like a warrior he'd try to fight, but his cowardice grew, his only desire to surrender.

Remus cried, and screamed, and howled. Huddled in a dark corner of the room upon rotting wood panels and the nests of other creatures, he watched himself, barely human, in the brass reflection of yet another door handle. Scared by his own image, he clawed at the deep scars that decorated his face, pulling unforgivingly at his hair, and ripping his clothes that now didn't fit his figure. Disgraced and animalistic, he spat at the door handle, masking it's repulsive reflection.

...............

She mounted her broomstick with a caring but swift goodbye to her friend. The beautiful sky littered with stars as she swept past, aiming for her home, a long enough distance away. It had been a while since y/n had met up with this particular lady, something both of them regretted, becoming so enthralled that she forgot what was so particular about tonight.

The full moon shone down upon her like a halo, yet she was so distracted revising the conversation she had just had, that it took a shamefully long time for her to realise, even flying through the sky as high as she did.

"Merlin! It's tonight, how could I forget!", she admitted horrified, speeding home, still under the moon's watch.

She quickly dismounted her broom, not a moment of hesitation, treading through the thick, crunchy snow, expecting Remus to be waiting for her inside, having taken the Wolfsbane potion she sourced for him.

Her chilled hands unlocked the door as she called out, "Remus? I'm so sorry I forgot, have you taken it yet?-". The door revealed an alarmingly pitch black, empty room. Her brows furrowed, turning her head like an owl, after inspection she noticed the broken glass.

Horror washed over her, she instantly realised what must have happened, yet unwilling to accept this, she checked the other rooms.

"Remus?"

Once again, there was no answer.

She hurried into the bedroom, eyes glued on the window widely open, and the moonlit bed. The strong, cool breeze fluttered the white, lace curtains, as the moon poured its fullness down onto her face. Without thinking, instinct took over her and she sprinted out of the house shouting her lover's name, she knew it was pointless.

The transformation had already begun.

Pacing frantically, various solutions doused her judgement. 'I could write to someone? No, an owl would be too slow to reach anyone now'.

Concluding on nothing, she solemnly changed into her white, frilly nightdress, accepting that the only thing she could do was wait it out. She sat in despair at the same window, studying the landscape for any movement, for what must have been hours. The moon cast a silver aura around her, highlighting the tears that ran down her pretty face. The navy sky frightened her, but not nearly as much as her lack of Remus. Cold wind whipping her soft skin persuaded her to move from the tormenting window, to the white ruffled sheets of their bed. Feelings of guilt, hurt and terror filled her heart, if he needed her one night, it would be tonight. Unable to keep her head up from the sorrow and accountability she nursed, she lay like an angel on a cloud, her tears making a pool underneath her puffy face. She tightened her knuckles so tightly, they turned white, begging herself not to sob.

'I can't believe I forgot... my poor Remus, Oh darling, come home'

She refused to shake these thoughts, wanting her mind to be with him, even if her body couldn't.

Tonight was such an anomaly, she could hardly trust it was real. She loved him, dearly, she'd do anything for him, and she did. She would always find the best Wolfsbane potion she could, no matter the cost, it was worth it a thousand times over. However, with the potion so difficult to make, and only a few people skilful enough to brew it correctly, it didn't come easy. Every cycle she'd stock up on it, knowing he became too agitated to do so himself, even when he wished he could. Even when he was truly himself, he tried his hardest not to relive the harsh reality of the animal caged deep inside.

The stubbornness of these words fluttered about her mind until she reluctantly fell into slumber. Her mind whirling and spinning, her body engulfed in the moon's stark path, illuminating her beautiful hair, her soft skin and her elegance. Dreams ran like a projector in her mind...

...He was slumped over the bed praying and pleading in whispers, "It's taken over me... I- I don't even know what is me anymore". His guttural cries muffled into the duvet, knees on the hardwood floor, tears splattered everywhere. A sight only moments after the strong, impenetrable facade he'd acted out for his acquaintances. He didn't show this side to anyone, not besides you.

"Everyone expects me to just... get on with it, it's ruined everything-", he was interrupted by his own emotions.

He grasped his hands together, begging, to whom, she didn't know.

The veins protruded from his hands, whilst his hair was strewn across his red eyes...

..............

The werewolf thrashed about the room, restless and worked up, a thirst and desire for adventure. His muscular frame bulldozed holes in the flimsy walls, an uncontrollable rage to be free.

SNAP

He broke out of the building, running freely, faster than he had ever before, leaving deep, large prints in the snow as he went. Through the trees, slashing his claws against them, following the calls and chatter of other animals, his nose guiding him.

One scent took his liking in particular, it was gentle but alluring, so he followed it.

He travelled a long distance, still never ending snow in sight, as well as a house. It was decently sized, unique, inviting. The roof was higgledy piggledy slate, and the doors wooden, and the windows, they were... open. He noticed one window especially, it had a sheet of white, net fabric wafting in the breeze, like a flag, as if surrendering. He stealthily got closer, edging towards the home, the smell increasing pleasantly.

A girl.

Sleeping.

Softly.

His black eyes dilated, as the beast stalked through the snow, quietly watching his prey, its soft breath engaging him. The animal sharpened its claws on the stone exterior, with a grating sound.

He backed up, watching his beautiful catch, before launching at the window, mauling its way through the fabric, catching on its claws

"AWOOOOOOOOO"

The beast stopped dead.

Bolting out of the window frame into the night, leaving a dusting of snow as a thin netting floated into a gust of wind, taking off.

The call of another wolf.

............

She awoke rapidly, a chilling howl piercing her dreams, as she sat upright. She rushed to the door, recognising the noise, turning the handle and exposing herself to the dark frost, she knew it was wrong, that if that really was him, then he'd be in his werewolf form, but any sight of him, any chance.

None.

The only thing she could make out in the darkness, was a few trees swaying eerily in the distance.

She advanced to the bedroom once again, resting on the dampened sheets.

Tick, tick, tick.

The clock hung on the wall opposite the bed mocked her as she stared helplessly into it, watching the delicate, metal hands move robotically around its face. She became angry of waiting, angry for the man she loved having to endure the same painstaking hours pass. Before she realised, her hand came in contact with the clock's glass shell, smashing it, watching the pieces trickle onto the floor like a drizzle of diamonds, her blood glazing them like rubies.

She knew a spell or two that would surely help her injured hand, but she didn't want to, because it was the only way she could remotely empathise with his pain. So she left it, her knuckles oozing.

Once more, she found herself unable to settle, repeating her journey from the bedroom, to the window, to the front door, outside, then back in... A journey she must have taken a fair few times. Just as she'd reached the front door for the fifth time, she registered that the light had traveled, now floodlighting the vast planes of snow... only now there are...

"Prints!", she exclaimed, running towards them, barefoot.

She trod dainty footsteps into the white blanket, squelching along, until she had gotten to the paw prints. Her hands placed either side of it, her knees reddening at their contact with the ice. She traced a finger softly over the curves of the trail.

"Remus", is all she sang.

She missed him terribly, ignoring the pale snow turning red from her wound, and pushing her palm into the ground, crafting a human handprint next to his. She drew her hand back, admiring her artwork and thinking of only one man.

'No man deserves this less than him', she said to herself, bitter at the cyclic curse bestowed upon him.

After a few lonely moments, the cold now biting at her skin ferociously, she decided to take herself inside and prepare for his return.

With a quick tap of her wand, she healed her hand. Afterwards, she cleaned up the clock and the smashed bottle, "Reparo". The glass shards lifted from the floor and glued themselves back together. Next, she went to all of the windows and the doors, shutting them all, keeping the harsh weather out. Consequently, the fire was lit in the living room, pillows and blankets were sat on the chairs, vegetables were being chopped, a small cauldron bubbling upon the hob, a mug placed on the wooden table by the chair - ready for something warm, and curtains firmly closed.

She let out a satisfied sigh, these little acts made her feel closer to him, that he'd come walking through the door any minute.

Still wanting to keep busy, she fled back into the bedroom, opening the small bedside table on Remus' side, the drawer flooded with an abundance of chocolate, there were brightly wrapped bars, Chocolate Frogs, bonbons, anything you could desire. She hand selected a few of his favourites and placed them next to the mug in the other room, not before rummaging through his wardrobe.

The whole house seemed more lively and cosy, the tea cooking away in the oven now, the fire warming the atmosphere. She lay some of his comfier clothes on the arm of the chair, a tree trunk- brown, knitted jumper, a pair of patchwork pyjama trousers and a thick pair of wool socks. Everything was ready for him now, all he needed to do was walk through the door.

Hours more had passed, it was early morning, but the sky was as inky as it had been all night, the prints in the snow now covered with a fresh blanket. The flames continued to scorch while she napped awkwardly upright, a brown jumper enveloped in her arms like a teddy bear.

........

He stumbled across the snow, through the trees, painstakingly slowly, utterly exhausted. Multiple times he fell to the floor, half asleep, tripping as he did.

Thinking he'd never make it, he finally reached his destination. His frozen stiff hands fumbled the door trying to get in, wincing in pain.

Hearing the noise, she bolted up, towards the door, opening it to a heavily disheveled man, scarlet blood blotted over the rags that hung from his body, his skin greyed. A flood of earthy, damp musk whirled into the house.

"I'm sorry, I am so so sorry Remus, I'm so sorry-", y/n rushed towards him, pulling him to her tightly, kissing him everywhere, profusely apologising.

Remus was so drained, he couldn't even move his eyes to match her gaze, stumbling over to the settee, collapsing angrily.

"Why didn't you lock the fucking windows?", he spat, furious at the lack of protection she gave herself.

She stood back, face crumpled in confusion.

His temper becoming even shorter, he shouted, "You can't trust me!"

Tears formed in his sunken eyes, the emotional and pyhsical torment catching up to him. He burst into effortless tears, "I can't do it no more love, I can't", whispering the last words, unable to even keep his body upright.

Y/n held him, leaving meaningful kisses all over his wrinkled face, "Shhhhh shhh, I've got you now, my love". In doing so, she felt how frosty and raw his skin was, only now realising the extent of his fresh injuries and the dirt that seeped from them.

She began undressing him tenderly as he lay back in the chair, she threw his ripped clothes to the floor, rushing to redress him in the warm ones she'd picked out. A few charms later, she'd healed the majority of his wounds, holding a warm flannel to the others, wiping the mud away.

New scars had already formed, noticing this, she eagerly cleaned the dried blood from his face, with sorrowful eyes.

Sitting down to his side, he limply drooped onto her, resting his head on her warm chest, the solid beating of her heart comforting him. He fell into an unconscious daze, but she felt the few tears that had seeped through her thin, blood stained dress, wetting her delicate skin. His cold, numb skin, now burning up.

"You are more of a man than anyone I know, more beautiful than you could realise, and with a heart purer than gold." she vocalised, pulling the blanket snugly over him, feeling his fingers grip into the fabric of her clothes.

[kingstarkingslay]

DOMESTIC FULL MOONS

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its ethereal light over the Forbidden Forest. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds that punctuated the calm of the night. Within a clearing, a small group of figures moved with a quiet, almost reverent grace. The Marauders in their animal forms- Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail—were together, as they had been every full moon since their fifth year at Hogwarts.

The transformation had been kind to them tonight. Moony, who had undergone his painful metamorphosis, now lay on the soft grass in his wolf form, his fur a silvery grey under the moonlight. His eyes, though still wild and keen, reflected a gentleness that bespoke the bond he shared with his friends.

Sirius, his own animagus form—Padfoot, a large black dog—trotted alongside Moony, nudging him gently. Padfoot’s loyalty was evident in his every movement, his body language relaxed as he lay down beside Moony, offering comfort. His eyes met those of his partner, full of affection and an unspoken promise of protection.

James, an animagus with the form of a stag-Prongs, stood nearby. His massive, antlered form was a silent guardian, the gentleness of his movements providing a protective barrier around the clearing. Peter, the rat animagus- Wormtail, scurried around, ensuring that no danger approached.

Tonight, the moonlight painted a serene picture. The forest, usually a place of potential danger, seemed to embrace the Marauders with an unexpected tranquility. The wolf, often a creature of raw power and untamed energy, was calm and content, surrounded by friends who had always stood by him.

Padfoot nosed closer to Moony, pressing his large head against the wolf’s side. Moony responded with a soft, contented growl, his head resting lightly against Padfoot’s fur. There was no aggression, no fear—only an understanding forged over countless full moons spent together.

Prongs watched with a warm, paternal pride. Though he was often the one leading the charge in their more adventurous endeavors, tonight was a quiet testament to their friendship. He had always admired how Padfoot and Moony had grown closer over the years, their bond deepening with each passing month.

Wormtail, though small and often overlooked, had his own way of showing care. He scurried between Padfoot and Prongs, occasionally stopping to check on Moony, his little squeaks a reassurance of his presence.

The night passed in a gentle rhythm. The Marauders slept in turns, their trust in one another unspoken but absolute. When dawn began to break, the sky shifting from inky black to shades of violet and pink, Moony slowly transformed back into his human self, the pain and discomfort of the change now a distant memory.

Sirius was there immediately, pressing a kiss to Remus’s forehead. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice a comforting murmur.

Remus smiled weakly, his eyes still filled with the remnants of his wolfish nature. “Better now. Thanks to you.”

James and Peter soon joined them, their expressions softening as they saw their friend’s recovery. “Another full moon done,” James said, a hint of pride in his voice. “And not a single scratch.”

Peter nodded, looking both relieved and proud. “We’re quite the team, aren’t we?”

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, the Marauders gathered together, their bond unspoken but felt deeply. They walked back toward Hogwarts, each step a testament to their shared journey and unwavering support for one another.

For one night each month, the world was reduced to just them—four friends, each with their own form and their own way of expressing loyalty and care. And as they emerged from the forest, ready to face the day, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, just as they always had.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Recovery

@wolfstarmicrofic July 12, word count 983

First part

So here it is as promised the second part to prompt 9 - hurt/comfort. There may be a third part 😅

He was nestled between Remus’s legs, leaning his back onto Remus’s chest, a thick, warm blanket covering him and Remus’s long, strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight as if he might disappear at any moment. They were sitting as close to the fire as they could get without getting burned. 

The next full moon was close, and he could feel the wolf’s magic thrumming through his veins. He couldn’t understand how the rest of the pack wasn’t feeling as antsy.

“We’re just used to it,” One of the others said. Marcus, Sirius thought his name was.

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Sirius squirmed uncomfortably against Remus. After all the times his mother had forced her way into his mind to see what he’d been thinking and feeling, he had a huge aversion to anyone poking around in there. 

“It’s a wolf thing, we tend to block each other’s thoughts, but you’re screaming yours,” Marcus laughed loudly. “Believe me, I do not want to be in your head,” Marcus screwed up his face. Remus leaned his head forward and whispered into his ear. 

“Pretend there’s a wall around your mind. Yes, exactly like when you tried to block your mother out.”

“Wow, he got that quick. I can barely hear you now, it’s just a hum.” Marcus grinned at him.

Sirius let his head fall back against Remus, the warmth from his body, the blanket and the fire, lulling his tired body to sleep. 

He woke up on his side with Remus still wrapped around him. They were out in the open, the morning light waking the birds in the trees. He wiggled his body, testing his wounds. He felt great. He sat up, Remus’s arms dropping from his body and pulled up his top. The wounds that had been scabbing and red yesterday were now healed pink scars. Whatever they’d done to him yesterday had worked miracles. 

“Looks like the suppressant is out of your system,” Remus said from where he’d been sleeping. “Those claw marks should have looked like that weeks ago,” He added, tracing the marks on Sirius’s skin with his fingertips like Sirius had done to him so many times before. “I’m so sorry,” Remus had tears in his eyes, his jaw quivering as he tried to apologise. Sirius immediately lay back down, facing Remus and hugged him tight. 

“It’s not your fault. We’re together now and that’s all that matters.” He peppered kisses on every bit of skin he could reach. He brushed the tears away from Remus’s cheeks and held him tighter. This had always been Remus’s biggest fear, that he’d turn someone or worse, while in his wolf form. 

He found it strange that no one had disturbed them. Yesterday there were close to thirty people in the clearing. He spotted a few shadows winding through the trees and realised that they were giving them their space. He snuggled closer to Remus and savoured the time they had together. 

The other wolves were polite and didn’t ask many questions over the next couple of days, though Sirius was sure they were holding back. Sirius was dying to ask what was going to happen to him, but with Remus there, he guessed it wouldn’t be bad. He’d spotted Greyback a few times, but the pack leader hadn’t approached him, so he kept his distance.

The night of the full moon came. He stuck close to Remus, nervous of being with so many wolves. This would be his first time not alone in a tiny stone dungeon. The aches had started with the sunrise, and he had a ridiculous amount of energy. He ended up changing into Padfoot and racing around the camp to tire himself out. Apparently, some of the others quite enjoyed watching him and chased after him around the grass and between the trees. They were quick, but he was quicker. He finally flopped down next to Remus, panting and needing to catch his breath. 

Soon the sun began to set and the wolves gathered. Sirius and Remus followed the others into the wood away from the camp. They’d all stripped to preserve their clothes. Sirius had felt a bit self-conscious at first, but seeing the others not caring, he decided to just go with it.

It hurt like he knew it would. His body was torn apart and reformed to make way for the wolf fighting to be free, but once it was over he had Moony and the other wolves checking on him and making sure he was alright. 

It was the first time his wolf was free. He lifted his head and relished the feeling of the wind in his fur and the scents of the forest. Moony and Marcus’s wolf had to keep redirecting him when he strayed too far from the others, but there were so many interesting things in the forest that he simply had to discover. 

He woke up in the camp exhausted. He forced his eyes open and found Remus watching him. 

“You tired, sweetheart?” Remus asked, smirking at him. Sirius groaned and let his protesting eyelids shut. Remus chuckled at him. “Don’t worry, my love. You were determined to go on an adventure. Marcus and I spent the entire night herding you.” He stroked Sirius’s hair out of his face. “You sleep, sweetheart. I think you need it. I’ll get you up in a bit.” Remus kissed his forehead and left him to sleep. 

Turning into a werewolf was a scary thing. The recovery from the transformation and staying up all night was a lot, but so far, Sirius was just glad he could be with Remus and that he wasn’t alone. He had no idea what Voldemort had planned for him, but he was sure now that he’d had his first moon with the pack, he was about to find out.

Next part

[spiritstar477]

Sirius’ First Full Moon

~ James pov ~ 708 words ~ microfic ~

This is James’ pov of Sirius’ first transformation from my fic ‘The Pain that Tears Skin and Breaks Bone (isn’t so bad after all)’. You can read that fic by clicking my series -werewolf sirius series- below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64480756

[gaybubblehead]

James and regulus’s first fight after they get together

James: see! You dont even care!

Regulus(muttering): meow…

James who didn’t hear it: and you dont have anything to say! Awesome. Great. Good to know you care

Regulus louder: me aoww!

James(confused): what was that…?

Regulus: meow!

James: love you are in human form

Regulus: meaw mawww?

James: you cant just say meow and get away from hard conversations! Thats not how it works

Regulus starting to turn around: MEOW MEOW MEOW! Meow, meow me aoww meow!

James following him out: I know I know you dont give a fuck and this is all Sirius’s fault. But can you at least transoform? Its weird to see you like this while you are meowing

[jehcee]

James: boy friendships are the best.

Marlene: nope, it's not a good bond unless you get your periods around the same time.

Lily: You guys can get high together but NEVER get low on hormones together.

James: ... right

Regulus: what about trans rights bitches?

Remus: ...