#remus works in a lab

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

this one is a little angsty love story :D

i don't actually have a lot i can say about this, it's a no magic au love story

some favourite tropes include:

found family

hurt / comfort

love confessions in Prague

jily teasing each other

a cat

healthy relationships and boundaries

a bit of smut (definitely more than in my regular recs)

canonicly dead men as plot devices

(but they all end up dead in canon anyways so...)

this is honestly what I would describe as a weekend read and a bit simmilar to astronomia nova by sreka if you read my earlier fic recs.

if you like this one i have a nother fic very simmilar to this that i'll probably recommend soon, so stay tuned for that one i guess

as always, leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week

[sixth-extinction]

Creating the dire wolves called for making just 20 edits in 14 genes in the common gray wolf, but those tweaks gave rise to a host of differences, including Romulus’ and Remus’ white coat, larger size, more powerful shoulders, wider head, larger teeth and jaws, more-muscular legs, and characteristic vocalizations, especially howling and whining.

Colossal’s dire wolf work took a less invasive approach, isolating cells not from a tissue sample of a donor gray wolf, but from its blood. The cells they selected are known as endothelial progenitor cells (EPCs), which form the lining of blood vessels. The scientists then rewrote the 14 key genes in the cell’s nucleus to match those of the dire wolf; no ancient dire wolf DNA was actually spliced into the gray wolf’s genome. The edited nucleus was then transferred into a denucleated ovum. The scientists produced 45 engineered ova, which were allowed to develop into embryos in the lab. Those embryos were inserted into the wombs of two surrogate hound mixes, chosen mostly for their overall health and, not insignificantly, their size, since they’d be giving birth to large pups. In each mother, one embryo took hold and proceeded to a full-term pregnancy. (No dogs experienced a miscarriage or stillbirth.) On Oct. 1, 2024, the surrogates birthed Romulus and Remus. A few months later, Colossal repeated the procedure with another clutch of embryos and another surrogate mother. On Jan. 30, 2025, that dog gave birth to Khaleesi.

These sound more like transgenic wolves to me than true dire wolves, but it’s super interesting nonetheless.

[prettydaisygirl]

OMG. I cant beleive I found a new writer who can feed my james potter delusion! Generally I'm a silent supporter but after reading your Aus, you literally have unlocked a new part of my brain. Your ideas are truly amazing ❤️ pls keep blessing us with your works🙏🏻

I feel like the au idea which I have in mind you can really express it.so may I pls request a college au with fratjames potter x reader.where they both are acquaintance and something happens.due to some misunderstanding reader is the receiving end of James wrath.after realising his mistake he makes a sweet apology gesture to reader and wants to get in her good books.

It's just a just my apology if you couldn't really get the idea( english is my 2nd language and I don't feel confident in it)

P.s pls feel free to ignore it ❤️Have a wonderful Day/Night💗

Hello, my love! Thank you so much for the request! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous haha, I hope this is what you were looking for :) Your words are so sweet, and you really made my day! Also, I'm kind of obsessed with frat!James now... Have a wonderful day/night yourself, lovely <3

frat!James Potter x fem!reader who was supposed to bring the beer ✿ 1.4k words

cw: fem reader, marauders as frat bros, alcohol (or lack thereof), armed store robbery with a gun (not described in detail), reader is James' lab partner

james potter masterlist

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part two

James is having a bad night. It’s 8pm on a Friday and he hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet. This is unusual, especially given the music blaring through the frat house with enough bass to shake the foundation. There are dozens of people here. Most of them know James even if he doesn’t know them, which is great until it isn’t.

Another one approaches him, some guy by the name of Marty or something.

“Dude,” The guy raises his arms and James’ annoyance skyrockets. He already knows what this guy is about to say. “Where’s the beer?”

“I know,” James grunts at him. Barty, that’s it. “I’m working on it.”

Barty scoffs but James is already pushing past him. He pushes through the crowd, many of whom move quickly to get out of his way. His eyes scan through, looking for someone in particular.

Where the hell are you?

James makes his way to the kitchen, seeing the counters still bare and no sign of you anywhere. He curses under his breath and pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list. Just as he presses the call button, Sirius approaches him. James holds up a hand but Sirius speaks anyway.

“Prongs, where are the drinks? If one more Alpha Tau tells me my party sucks, I might go to prison.” James just glares at Sirius’ dramatics, the phone ringing endlessly in his ear. It goes to voicemail and he hangs up with a groan. 

“I thought you said you handled it!” Sirius stresses just as Remus walks into the kitchen, beelining for the two of them.

“I did!” James argues, running a hand through his already unruly hair with a huff. 

“What’s going on?” Remus asks, crossing his arms and looking between James and Sirius with a narrowed stare. “Is this about the beer?”

“Yes!” Sirius stresses again, and points at James, “It’s James’ week to get drinks. But here we are, at 8pm on Friday and…” Sirius gestures to the empty countertops. “No drinks!”

“You tell ‘em, Sirius!” James hears Barty shout from across the kitchen and James fears he and Sirius might both end up in prison together. 

“I thought I handled it.” James tells both of his frat brothers, shrugging a bit.

“What does that mean?” Remus asks, his brow furrowing. “Did you buy the drinks or not?”

James at least has the decency to look sheepish, running a hand over the back of his hair as he inhales through his teeth. “I may have… asked my lab partner to get it for me.”

Sirius gasps, raising a hand to his chest as though clutching his pearls, “I thought pawning drinks off on someone else was against the rules!”

“It is.” Remus tells Sirius, looking at James with an expectant stare. 

“I was using it as an excuse for us to meet up, you know? So the two of us can hang out…” James feels his stomach churn when Sirius’ face bends into a knowing smirk. 

“Oh, I understand…” Sirius winks at James, “To ‘hang out.’” His air quotes make Remus roll his eyes and James glare harshly.

“Someone needs to go get drinks.” Remus reminds the two of them. The party crowd is getting routier behind him. 

“James, it’s your week, so off you go.” Sirius nudges James toward the front door. “You never know, you might find your lover along the way!” 

“Oi, fuck off!” James calls back to him right as the door slams closed behind him. 

As he begins the trek to the store, he attempts to call you several times. Every attempt is met with voicemail. He texts you, and all of them are left unread. James finds frustration and anger building in his gut, not solely from the lack of alcohol but also from being stood up, apparently. James Potter has never been stood up in his life. 

On his seventh attempt to call you, it doesn’t even ring. It goes straight to voicemail. His jaw clenches and his fists ball up and he finds himself spewing words he shouldn’t say, airing his frustrations out to you. He calls you things like selfish and rude, and even a bad friend. 

By the time he turns onto the last street, his anger has mostly turned into disappointment. He’d really been looking forward to seeing you tonight, and though it hadn’t been to sleep with you like Sirius had suggested, he had been considering it your first date. 

James is lost in thought as he approaches the store, steps scraping gently across the pavement. He’s thinking about what he might say to you during your lab on Monday when he hears your voice. It catches his attention immediately and he looks up, eyes searching for you. 

There you are, just as pretty as always, but something’s wrong. You’re standing in front of the store, tear-stains evident on your cheeks as you speak to a police officer. James’ heart sinks into his stomach and he’s by your side before he can stop himself.

“Hey,” His voice is low and soothing, more comforting than he thought he could be but you look up at him like he’s saved your life and his heart pounds. “What’s going on?” 

James’ eyes dart nervously between you and the police officer, but the uniformed man shakes his head a bit. “I’ve got everything I need. You gon’ be okay?” James is a bit confused but he realizes the officer’s words are directed at you when he sees you nodding.

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much.” Your voice is a bit choked and you wipe at your cheeks before turning to him. He feels like he needs to scoop you up in his arms, to do something to help put you back together and get that look out of your eyes. 

“What happened?” James’ hands reach for your arms, settling on your elbows. His thumbs brush over your skin soothingly and you feel tears burning in your eyes again at his gentle movements.

“I was…” You swallow thickly when your voice cracks, “I was trying to get the drinks for your party and some guy came in and he was yelling at the cashier, and he��� he had a gun, and I didn’t know what to do and you kept calling me and I was trying to answer but-”

James shushes you before you can continue spiraling, shaking his head. Guilt surges through him, knowing what his texts say. And that voicemail…

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures you, and his dark eyes meet yours. “Is it okay if I hug you?” As soon as you nod, he wraps you in a tight embrace, like he really is trying to put you back together. You both stand like that for a long moment until he feels your body relax, your soft sigh brushing his ear in a puff of warm air. 

James pulls back and moves to cup your face with one hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You tell him with a soft nod and an even softer smile. It’s one that gives James butterflies and he suddenly feels bad having you look at him like that when…

“Just… delete all of those texts from me.” He says, and your brow furrows, lips parting a bit to question him but he speaks again before you can. “And please don’t listen to that voicemail.”

You look to the side before your eyes meet his again, a confused smile on your lips. “What? Why, what did you say?” The smile fades when James doesn’t play off his words like he always does.

“Okay, I’ll delete them.” His face relaxes a bit at your words and he looks back up at the shop. He hears his text notification sound, but he ignores it, his eyes settling on your face again instead. 

“Do you… Are you still coming to the party?” He asks, and he hates the way desperation is plain in his tone. 

“I was hoping to, yeah.” Your smile turns a bit shy and sweet now and James beams, his hands on your shoulders.

“Okay, great! So we’ll get drinks and then walk back together!” His smile falters and he hesitates then, looking back at the store. “Actually, you wait here. I’ll go get drinks. You don’t need to come back inside.” Your heart almost breaks at his consideration for your feelings. You move up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay,” You say, “I’ll be waiting right here.” 

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© prettydaisygirl

[softlymaximoff]

Head canons of Wanda Maximoff and new Avenger reader

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

She absolutely terrified you. Her damn green eyes that looked like they were made out of sea glass were always watching. Most of the time they were cold or glaring and you never knew what the hell you did to be on the receiving end of it.

When cooking for the team became your job you just knew Wanda hated it. She’d barely touch the meals made, never said thanks and never offered to help. It was probably one of the most agonising parts of your week.

You, much to everyone’s surprise were also from Sokovia, or well, a small town just west of Wanda’s home country. Another thing she hated. First you come in as another failed test subject from some underground science freak lab, then become one of the team’s best additions and lastly, you were wanted.

Wanda never got the warm welcome, after the stunt she pulled all those years ago, she socially sabotaged herself. Without her brother, without her literal whole world, she was truly alone. Yes Natasha and Clint came up and checked on her every now and then but she knew it was only because Fury told them to.

You on the other hand, were the best thing the team’s seen since sliced bread. They had found you caught in a loop of ruthless behaviour after seeking you out for weeks, months even. Fist fighting men at the bar as they went to corner your mission agents, dealing with backend rivals who had done your institution wrong, targeting officials in a higher power conference from yards away. You were a spy with the ability to predict another’s internal thoughts.

Unlike Wanda however, you couldn’t show a person’s fear or control their mind. You were just a lurker in the back of someone’s dark twisted void of a thought system. You were a menace. Raised in a lab, released in a maze full of people from hell.

When they brought you in you were uncontrollable, snarky and feisty. But you weren’t a monster. You were just a vessel for the lab you escaped. REMUS was the name, Regimen, Effectus, Mactabilis, Ulciscor, Scientia. They had sedated you, Clint’s aim on his bow and arrow never ceased to amaze you.

That was 7 months ago. The team trained you to control your power and drive your combat and stealth skills to their respective teammates. Sparring with Bucky on combat drills, stealth recall practice with Nat and prediction drills with Clint and his arrows.

Wanda hated the special treatment you got. She loathed it. It made her feel even more of an outcast than she already was. Every time she’d see you with her teammates she’d scowl and put her walls up again. She never knew you saw her. You felt it. Her mind was the only one in the team you couldn’t weave your way into. No matter how hard you tried.

The only ever time her walls fell was when she’d heard your voice on a particular night you’d woken up from yet another nightmare. Your own internal battles were screaming at her to find you. Her heart hammered in her chest knowing she was the cause of this. She pushed her pride and anger down when your words became bitter and spiteful towards yourself.

That night she stood outside your door contemplating whether or not to go in but the final straw was when she’d heard your inner voice screaming for someone to make it stop. The sight of you curled up in a ball on the mattress on the floor hyperventilating made her own tears well up and she was by your side in an instant. To her surprise you didn’t even flinch, you just let her comfort you.

From then on, Wanda was nicer, a little less cold, and maybe even a little in love with you. She didn’t understand it, and neither did you. She came back to the tower one day when you and some of the crew were on a recon drill with fresh flowers from a local organic market near the compound. An array of Hibiscus, Lilly-of-the-Valley, purple Hyacinth, and a single Maidenhair Fern.

When you eventually came back from recon, Wanda’s flowers were at your room door, gentle red dust glowing around the bouquet like a whispered apology. Wanda never spoke to you much, but her actions had said all you needed to hear. You had finally found a friend in her. You were no longer a monster in her eyes, you were just you. And that’s all you could have asked for.

[starofthewolff]

I love 'amazing friend' peter pettigrew because it makes the betrayal so much more painful. give me peter who learns that james has adhd and researches it for how best to support him. give me peter who spends hours in the potions lab and herbology classrooms trying to create numbing and soothing ointments to help remus on his bad joint pain days. give me peter who joins in on girls night, gossiping with them and letting them do his nails and makeup. give me peter who realises that sirius is in love with remus before they even realise themselves, and who prompts them in the direction of each other for months, without them ever realising. give me peter who tries to save regulus from his fate even as they both work for the dark lord, only because he knows how much sirius cares about his little brother.

idk man I just love peter pettigrew. (pre-betrayal....obviously)

[luveline]

HI MLLLL! I absolutely loved your fainting fic with James! Can you write like a part a part 2 or like a follow up where reader starts realizing that James isn’t as bad as she thought and she falls for him as he takes care of her bc he’s really worried? I love them sm 🥹

James takes care of you when you faint

James is acting weirder than usual… sort of… nice? fem, 1.2k

The days after you faint are just as hot, but you come into work. You can’t afford to miss it, and it’s not as though you’ll make the same mistake twice. 

The memory of what happened is hazy at the start. James had just opened the window, the breeze that filtered in cooling your hot skin. You’d felt sick, you’d tried to stand, and your head had gone blank. 

You woke with your face in James’ hand. You can remember it if you think about it enough, his head tilted down toward you, the sunshine on his skin, his soft smile. He’d felt like a different person. 

You’d felt different. 

“Can you send me that information from the lab, please?” 

You glance away from your computer, eyes tired. “Sorry?” 

“For the, uh, Mr. Nguyen?” James asks. “You didn’t send them to me. I can’t do them if you don’t send them.” 

“Right.” You blink away the phantom of his hand on your cheek. “Okay.” 

“Are you feeling alright?” 

That’s all he asks. Every day since you passed out, at various times and in various ways. Are you okay? Are you alright? Is it too hot in here? Do you want to swap desks with me? That last one had been a little patronising. You’d told him to leave you alone. Your desk is right next to the radiator in winter, it’s prime real estate, and you’re not giving it up just because you got a bit hot. 

“I’m fine,” you murmur, turning back to your computer to open outlook. “Just thinking.” 

“About what?” 

“About you not talking to me.” 

“Funny.” 

You drag and drop the paperwork for the tests he’d wanted. It’s easy to render an invoice but you hate doing it because it involves a lot of talking back and forth with clients. James, on the other hand, loves to talk. 

“There, sent it,” you say.

“Thank you.” 

Awkward. You pretend to be busier than you are for a few minutes, stealing company time without remorse. James types up an email beside you, the click of his keys quick and loud in your ears. 

Remus pops a pen lid across the way, scribbling onto a post it note that he sticks on his monitor. You know what time it is from the sounds alone. A half a minute later, Sirius slinks up from the front of the office to wrap his arm around Remus’ shoulders, sing-songing, “You’re coming with me, handsome.” 

“Are you coming?” Remus asks James. 

There’s a lapse of quiet. You stare at your computer, aware of a silent conversation, but not privy to its content. “I think I’ll stay,” James says eventually. 

“Okie dokie. Y/N, do you want to come, lovely?” Remus asks. “It’s not too hot.” 

“I’m fine,” you say, “thanks. Thank you.” 

You don’t feel like yourself since you fainted. You’d hoped it would go away once you had a better night’s sleep, flooded your system with cold water and good food, but you can’t kick it. You have no energy, no want to do more than turn up for work and go home again, and you know what it is that’s making you feel this way, but you can’t admit it to yourself. It crops up in your mind unbidden and you push it back down. 

“Sirius never used to act like that.” 

“What?” 

“Sirius. He was never like that when we were growing up. Love makes him pathetic.” 

Love is a tender touch. Sirius had laid his arm over Remus’ shoulder without any hug or kiss, but it was as loving as either. To touch someone like they need a kind hand. 

Like James had held your face. His arm behind your back as he led you to the break room. 

“Do you wanna come with me?” James asks. 

You hold in a second confused, What? He’s standing now, you hadn’t noticed him moving, his water bottle in hand as he pushes his chair back under the desk. 

“Don’t wanna leave you here and have you smash your head in when there’s no one around. Imagine the clean up.” 

You get up on impulse. You grab your drink, and the back of your chair, and you stand there wondering if you’re about to be dizzy again. Your chest feels tight, but that weight of unconsciousness doesn’t come. 

“Hey,” James says. “Seriously, are you okay? You’re not like you today.” 

There’s a softness in his voice you can’t believe. “Can I eat lunch with you?” 

You wish that you said it to avoid the question. James wrinkles his nose, your heart drops into the pit of your stomach, but then he says, “I just invited you first.” 

“I… have to get my stuff from the fridge.”

“Me too.”

You walk slowly, worried it’s a joke, another stupid joke, but James comes up behind you and his hand graces your shoulder with the barest pressure. You can smell something sweet and warm on him, like jojoba oil. Maybe argan. “Sure you’re okay? You look peaky. Is it the heat?” he murmurs.

“It’s supposed to rain tonight.” 

“You can’t answer anything, can you?” James laughs with a vocal fry that goes straight to your chest. “I could ask you how many fingers you’d have and you’d tell me you have two hands.” 

James walks with you to the kitchen, where you gather your food and warm it in the microwave. He leads you to the break room, and makes sure to choose a table with enough space for you, even while people he’s friendly with beckon him forward. They look at you with unashamed curiosity, but James pretends not to notice so you do too. 

You’re expecting a joke. Aw, look, we’re finally on a date. Or Wow, you know how to use a spoon, I had no idea you were so dexterous. 

“Did you see they’re making a new movie about those aliens? The ones who can hear you everywhere you go?” 

You squeeze your spoon. “Uh, no, I didn’t see it.” 

“It looks awesome. I’ll show you the trailer on my computer after lunch, it looks just as good as the first two. That actress, the one with the really nice eyes is in it.” 

You have no idea who he means. James talks to you like a friend. He offers you some of his papris and he passes you a napkin from his pocket when you get food on your hands. James Potter might actually be a really nice guy. All it took was for you to garner his pity for him to show it. How pathetic you must seem to need it. 

“How do you feel now?” he asks as you clip the lid back onto your Tupperware. “You look better. Do you feel better?” 

“I’m fine, James.” 

“You frown so much I can’t tell.” He butts his knee against yours. “Alright, batten the hatches, I’m gonna carry you back to your desk.” 

“Why?” you ask in a rush. 

“Can’t fall if you don’t walk.” 

“James, don’t try it. I’m serious.” 

“You don’t sound serious. You sound like you want me to carry you.” 

“I’ll report you to Human Resources.” 

“For what? Being helpful?” 

“Harassment.” 

“Fine, but I’m not gonna catch you this time.” 

[inkdrinkerworld]

Zombie apocalypse Remus 🫣

oh oh this could be good!

Remus finds you under a fallen building. He'd heard screaming and barking and thought there'd been another attack, but it was morning and they were never out in the morning, so he'd hazarded a chance to investigate.

Your leg was trapped and the moment you saw a figure walking towards you without a limp and a gait in their step you nearly cried.

"Please help me." you murmur pain lancing through your leg as you lean back a little to look at the tall man before you. The golden dog near you yips and growls and you reach a shaky hand to her head.

"How'd you get stuck there?" The man stoops to be closer to your level. "I'm Remus by the way."

You tell him your name through a hiss. "It fell while I was" you hesitate. "I'm a researcher, I needed some books and my dog was keeping watch."

Remus sighs and smiles sympathetically, "What type of research?"

"On this whole thing, I had a lab some time ago."

"A scientist?" You nod and Remus smiles. "Ca you try to wiggle your toes?" he asks it when you twist a little and hiss.

You shrug a little hiccup breaking through your words as you try, "I think I am, but I don't know."'

He shushes you quietly, moving a few of the bigger pieces off your leg. You take the time to study him, there's a few scars on his face and hands, but he's beautiful and from the looks of things so far; very kind.

Remus is gentle as he gets closer to exposing your leg, "Moment of truth." he whispers and you nod.

When he removes all of the rocks, your boots come into view and he smiles. "These might've saved you, love." He tugs your leg free and you begin crying again, this time from happiness. "Can I take it off so we can see if anything's broken?"

You nod, "Were you a doctor?" the words make him chuckle and you feel yourself become just a little embarrassed as you watch Remus make delicate work of removing your boots and socks.

"No, but I have pretty clumsy friends. I've learnt what to look for."

You nod, "Maybe when all of this is over, you can actually become a doctor." Remus hums, a soft smile on his face as he pulls off your sock.

"Twist your ankle," you do it with ease. "Wiggle your toes," Remus hides a smile at the polish on your toes; it reminds him of the normal life you've lost within the last month and a half. "Everything seems perfect dove."

You smile, "Thank you for coming to help me."

"It's no problem, do you have any place to stay?" You shake your head as you slip your foot back into your shoe.

"Circe and I go from place to place together. She warns me away from the smell of death."

Remus nibbles on his lip as he stands too, "Well, I have a little hideout with my friends, I'm sure they wouldn't mind it if I brought you and Circe along."

You look up at him, eyes wide as saucers. "I don't want to encroach, there might not be enough food."

Remus shrugs, "There'll never be enough food. Plus you and Circe might be more help than hinderance."

"If you're sure." You sling your leather bag onto your shoulder and whistle to Circe.

"I'm positive, dove." You nod once as you take a few test steps that turn into you skipping over all of the fallen concrete and passing what your mind knows are bodies but your eyes refuse to process.

The world is a sleet of grey and red all over, it's only been a month and society has devolved to it's baser emotions- violence and greed.

You shake the thoughts away. "Lead the way then, Remus. Circe and I will follow."

[marauderstrashh]

Stitches and Sparks

It started with a stupid avocado.

Not even a ripe one—just one of those overly firm, deceptive jerks that pretend to be soft until you try to slice them and end up nearly amputating yourself. Which is exactly what happened.

One slip of the knife. A lot of blood. A dishtowel pressed to your palm, instantly soaked.

You didn’t panic—not exactly. But by the time you’d wrapped your hand in three dishcloths and a hoodie sleeve, your adrenaline had kicked in hard, and driving yourself to the ER seemed like a better idea than waiting for an ambulance you didn’t want to explain the avocado incident to.

You made it.

Barely.

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You walk into the emergency room of St. Mungo’s General Hospital holding your hand up like you're trying to salute with a bloody towel.

“Hi,” you say weakly to the triage nurse. “I may have tried to fight an avocado and lost.”

The nurse looks up. “Oh dear. Take a seat, hon, we’ll get you seen fast.”

Your hand throbs as you sit, and you’re pretty sure you’ve gone a little pale because the room tilts every time you blink.

Five minutes later, a calm voice calls your name. “Right this way.”

You follow a nurse through a set of swinging doors and into a curtained-off exam room. The nurse helps you onto the table and leaves you with a promise that the doctor will be right in.

You wait. For about two minutes.

Then the curtain swishes back, and in walks the handsomest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

Messy light brown curls. Soft hazel eyes and a tan face accentuated by a few scars. Sharp cheekbones. Lab coat. Stethoscope. And a calm, intelligent face that suggests he reads thick novels by the fireplace in winter.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that’s somehow both professional and warm. “I’m Dr. Remus Lupin. Let’s take a look at that hand, yeah?”

You lift the towel. He doesn't flinch, even as the wound—deep, jagged, and still bleeding—comes into view.

“Oof,” you say. “On a scale of one to ten, how dumb is this injury?”

He smiles again, reaching for gloves. “Well, you didn’t try to swordfight a raccoon, so you’re still ahead of a few I’ve seen this week.”

You snort, which surprises even you. “I was making guacamole.”

“That explains the shame.” He’s cleaning your hand now, carefully, with practiced ease. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this stitched up. You might have nicked a tendon, so I’ll test your movement once the bleeding stops.”

The sharp sting of antiseptic makes you wince.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice dipping into something low and gentle. “This bit’s never fun.”

You open your mouth to respond, but at that exact moment, the curtain whips open and two men stroll in.

“Oi, Moony,” the taller one says, “we brought you coffee because we love you and because the vending machine tried to kill us.”

Both of them stop when they see you.

You stare.

They stare.

Remus sighs, amused. “You two are off shift. Try not to traumatize my patient.”

The shorter one, with a devil-may-care grin and hair falling artfully into his eyes, steps forward first. “You poor thing. Who injured you? We'll avenge you. Just give us a name.”

“I, uh… it was an avocado,” you mumble.

The second man, Taller with fluffy, dark brown hair and glasses, grins. “The avocado mafia strikes again.”

Remus, not looking up from your hand, says, “This is Sirius and James. They’re EMTs. And apparently incapable of reading a ‘do not disturb’ sign.”

“We’re also Remus’s boyfriends,” Sirius says, hopping up onto the counter and winking at you.

James leans on the opposite wall, arms crossed, eyes twinkling. “And we’re very good at distracting people who are in pain. Can we chat with you while Remus tortures you with stitches, lovey?”

Remus snorts under his breath. “Professionalism, James.”

“I’m not technically working,” James says, then looks at you. “Unless you want me to take a look too. I’ve been told I have excellent bedside manner.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. And it makes everything feel less horrible.

“You guys do this to all the patients?” you ask, mostly to tease.

“Only the ones who are cute,” Sirius says with zero shame.

Your cheeks burn, but not unpleasantly. Remus is working with quiet focus now, stitching the wound with gentle precision.

“She’s holding up well,” James observes. “Didn’t even flinch.”

“She’s a badass,” Sirius adds.

“She's also still in the room,” you say with a smile.

Sirius beams at you. “Then I feel comfortable saying that if you ever want three ridiculously attractive men to take you out for drinks, you now know where to find us.”

“I was just trying to make guacamole,” you say, shaking your head, amused and slightly dazed from everything—including blood loss, probably.

Remus finishes the final stitch and tapes your hand carefully. “There. All done.”

He looks up at you, his eyes crinkling kindly. “You should rest that hand for a few days. Come back in ten for removal. Or sooner if it swells.”

“I can come back,” you say, eyes flicking to all three of them. “For… medical reasons.”

James raises an eyebrow. “Are ‘medical reasons’ code for flirting with off-duty paramedics?” he leaned in with a heart stopping smirk

You shrug playfully. “I guess we’ll see.”

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Ten days later, you’re standing in the hallway of St. Mungo’s, flexing your freshly-healed hand and wondering why the nerves in your stomach are more intense than the pain ever was.

It’s not the stitches.

It’s them.

Remus, Sirius, and James, those handsome sods.

You’d thought about that night more than you cared to admit — about soft-eyed Remus with his gentle touch, Sirius’s wicked grin and dramatic flair, James’s easy charm and that smile like he was always on the edge of laughing. You’d promised yourself you weren’t reading into things, but when Sirius had actually texted you the next day "Just checking if the guacamole won", you hadn’t exactly ignored it. Sending a few colorful words to express your distaste in the joke with a kissing emoji after it.

So here you are. Your follow-up appointment’s in a few minutes. You’re not sure if the butterflies in your stomach are hope, nerves, or just leftover takeout.

You’re called back by a nurse and brought into the same little curtained room as last time. The paper crinkles under you as you sit on the exam table. You absently rub your thumb over your palm—skin healing well, scar smooth but slightly pink.

Then the curtain pulls back.

Remus Lupin steps in wearing a slate-gray button-down under his white coat, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His eyes light up when he sees you.

“You came back, Dove."

“I had to,” you say, holding up your hand. “You left thread in me.”

“That’s one way to keep you coming back,” he says with a teasing smile as he pulls on gloves. “Any pain? Redness? Trouble with movement?”

You flex your fingers. “Feels good. Still tender if I hit it wrong, but I’ve stopped being afraid of butcher knives.”

“That’s progress,” he says gently, and then begins the careful work of removing your stitches.

Your eyes wander — to the way his brows furrow in concentration, the flecks of gray at his temples, the slight curve of his mouth.

Then you hear it: a voice from outside the curtain.

“Is she in there? She is, isn’t she?”

It’s Sirius.

And James, hot on his heels: “Remus, if you don’t invite her out for drinks this time, I swear to Gods we’ll stage an intervention.”

Remus sighs like a man who’s been dealing with these two for far too long. “You realize I can hear you.”

“So can I,” you call, amused.

The curtain whooshes open, and Sirius and James appear like drama and sunshine incarnate. Sirius looks you over like he’s relieved to see you haven’t bled out since their last meeting.

“She survived!” he says cheerfully. “That means we definitely owe you a drink now, pretty girl.”

“Or three,” James adds. “One for each of us.”

Remus glances up from your hand and murmurs, “Do you see what I deal with?”

But he’s smiling now too.

You tilt your head. “And do I get a say in this?”

“Absolutely,” Sirius says, “but if you say no, we’ll all cry. James gets weepy. It’s a mess.”

“I do not,” James says. “I get… misty, you liar.”

“Very stoic misty,” Remus adds, deadpan.

You laugh — an honest one, warm and wide, as Remus gently pulls the last stitch free.

“Okay,” you say, looking between them. “One drink. One night. One condition.”

Sirius leans in. “Name it.”

“No avocado jokes, please for my sake.”

They all groan theatrically.

“No promises,” James mutters.

“Fair,” you say, hopping down from the exam table. “But I get to choose the bar.”

Remus peels off his gloves and offers you a look that’s half smirk, half genuine affection. “Choose wisely.”

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The four of you end up at a low-lit bar tucked into a quiet neighborhood corner Three Broomsticks — brick walls, string lights, and jazz humming low in the background. You take a booth, them on one side like some too-attractive wall of mischief, and you opposite, drink in hand.

The conversation flows. Stories from the ER. Questions about you. Laughter that fills every quiet beat. Somewhere between James teaching you a stupid medical acronym and Sirius stealing a sip of your cocktail “just to check if it’s poisoned,” you realize something: they’re not just handsome, or funny, or occasionally idiotic in the best way.

They see you.

And they’re not flirting for sport.

When Remus leans in and says, “I was honestly hoping you’d come back,” it’s not a line.

When James says, “You’ve got good hands. You’d be great in a crisis,” it’s admiration.

When Sirius asks, “Are we too much?”—just soft enough to be real—it’s vulnerability.

You smile.

“Maybe.”

And then, “But I think I could be, too.”

Sirius and James exchanged a rather mischievous look, causing Remus to shake his head as he finished off his beer with little to no flourish.  "If you don't mind," James hummed "We all we're hoping you'd join us for dinner....maybe next week?"  You paused, cocktail halfway to your lips as you took in the three gazing at you with hope  "I-...would like that very much." PT2: Under the skin (18+)

[loganslowdown4]

Patton: Oh oww- :(

Roman: Oh no—

Remus: What’s happenin’, Poptart?

Patton: It’s nothing, I just nicked myself shaving, no biggie!

Roman: Aw, babe! Here! *gently kisses his cheek* To make you feel better, mon coeur—

Logan: *walking in* Oh Remus there you are-

Remus: *gay panic* Logan! I… what’s.. what’s up… nerd—

Logan: Just reminding you of our lab work time in 5 minutes- *leaves*

Remus: Quick bro! I need you to punch me in the mouth as hard as you can-

[lord-starman-wotton]

my (incredibly messy) list of completed wolfstar fic recs (all on ao3, list to be continued!)

fair warning— i’ve had this list for a long time and i usually just used it for my close friends, so not all of these have descriptions/the author’s names. theres random links, random anecdotes, etc. anyways enjoy!!!

Blackpool Rock by lord_starman_wotton (i had to start out with the self-promo lolll)

presque vu by bizarrestars. i almost hesitate to add this because it’s legitimately devastating. do not read the last two chapters unless it’s the middle of the night and no one will hear your sobbing

text talk

the cadence of part time poets by motswolo (fair warning this is twice the length of war and peace i kid you not)

everlasting love finds a way (one shot)

a brief history of dragons

like real people do (READ IT ANFBSJDJD)

blossoms burn and fume, where our flowers bloom (MY FAV WOLFSTAR FIC LITERALLY EVER)

shorn and scarred and yours

the lab (adorable but there’s a six year age gap which makes me kind of uncomfortable?)

the adventures of captain sirius black and his most excellent dragon padfoot (pirate dragons)

tu es la lune (dead poets society au)

the blood moon sinks (not perfect writing but very cute)

the spy who loved him (adorable, by the same author as the pirate dragons)

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup

ullswater (they go to a music college)

that old black magic

for here you are, standing there, loving me (whether or not you should) (sirius adopts every single order child, sound of music au)

the hut of the mistold (fairytale au)

stealing harry 

bindings, bindings (jily and regulus come back from the dead and break sirius out of azkaban)

a cure for nightmares

with great power comes great responsibility (spider man)

across the hall (another cute text fic)

james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, peter pettigrew, and (pause for the breath) the prisoner of azkaban 

suite nothings: wolfstar edition (they’re college roommates)

wading in waist-high water (great british bake off)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/33021643 (prince of england/first son fic)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/20287849 (another text fic. v cute)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36291976 (THE SECOND BEST FIC IVE EVER READ READ IT ASAPPPP) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47948368 (fake dating, remus and sirius are both single parents)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34659874 (sirius is a ghost haunting rems flat. it’s SO cute)

ten reasons (to go to michigan)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44271820 (figure skating fic. just read it, trust)

dear your holiness

lessen my load

you’re my kaleidoscope

happy birthday, you.

when it’s warm again

to all a good night (HOLY SHIT THIS ONES GOT SUCH GOOD SLOW BURN)

the player’s secret

take me as i am (sleep demon sirius. you’re in for a wild ride)

r.j.l reads a self help book

rourke

atyd sirius’s perspective 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34146250

second generation by msalexwp

a bird at your door by moongnome

where there is smoke by moongnome

everything under the sun by moongnome

tis the damn season by moonymoment

labyrinth by moonymoment

starlit left, moonlit right

show me everything i’ve missed

do you believe in fate?

the road not taken

godlight by badhairred

string the sinner by his wings by ludo_ten

of memories and milk thievery by moonymoment (this made me cry i love it)

Archive of Our Ownhttps://archiveofourown.orgAs the Moon Knows the Stars - Chapter 1 - mcdynamite - Harry Potter

Be my time-bomb lover by flora_tyronelle

We'll Make It Out Alive by orphan_account

the boy from beauxbaxtons by haey1

Teeth. - amour_anguis, regularis_vas - Jurassic World Trilogy (Movies) [Archive of Our Own] (jurassic world au. the literary equivalent of pressing on a bruise. it’s so so so so good)

i’ll be home for christmas by msalexwp

dear mr black by msalexwp 

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Hi! I'm trying to find a wolfstar fic I read earlier this year.

Here's all the information I remember about it:

- it was on ao3

- I don't remember the rating, I don't think there was any smut in it tho

- it was remus, lily, Alice, frank, moody, and Marlene working at an antarctica lab. Sirius and James were videographers making a documentary about them and their work.

-lily was a botanist. Remus was the director of the whole lab. Remus had a fear of going back to the mainland because of something that happened with his dad. Remus used a typewriter and was always awake super early (or he went to bed super late I don't remember)

-It was angst and fluff I think. Remus was a very reserved but sirius was whipped for him from the beginning

-it took place in antarctica, or some other very cold location. The fic lasted the duration of about a year. There was a boat that they took out to plot herds of whales or something.

-it was a muggle au

Hope this helps!! And thank you.

This is VERY helpful and a fic the Librarian absolutely adores. Below you'll find the fic, a book I think you might really like as it also takes place at the south pole research station.

Rourke by @smodernlife

“Lupin didn’t seem pleased that I was filming last night,” Sirius said lightly.

“Most people that come here…” Lily spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully, “Remus put it like this to me once: most people who choose to spend years of their life so far from civilization have a reason for leaving it behind. Remus wanted someone like us and he held out for so long because he expected he would get sent a bunch of finicky artsy types. I don’t think he expected you. And now that you’re here, I don’t think he quite knows what to do with you.”

When wildlife filmmaker Sirius Black arrives on a remote Antarctic island for a year-long assignment, he isn't phased by the freezing wind, the perpetual darkness, or the hostility he meets from some of the biologists at the research base. He is used to living an itinerant existence. He is comfortable with unforgiving conditions. He expects the world to treat him harshly. But he does not expect to fall in love.

📚📚 Book Rec 📚📚

Myles Below Freezing: Set at the south pole research station. It's a fluffy romcom mystery that's mlm (basically wolfstar) with the MOST LOVABLE wlw side couple. Anxiety rep, forced proximity, oblivious dating.

Excerpt:

[edupunkn00b]

Just roommates, right? Right?

After a rocky end to his last housing situation, Logan has lucked out with an amazing place at an affordable price, with two of the best roommates one could ask for. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Except, perhaps, catching feelings for both his roommates.

Written for @tss-camp-and-coffee's Camp Cartoon event, for @typically-untypical. Prompt: Intrulogicality WC: 6061 - Rated: T - CW: a single f-bomb?

Logan Sanders was not one for hyperbole or exaggeration. As such, he could not accurately state he loved his living arrangements. He deeply appreciated how the short four-block walk to and from work rarely took more than five and half minutes door to door. He had become a regular at the fruit market on the corner, the coffee shop halfway between his lab and home, and the regional library a quick ten minute walk in the opposite direction.

The apartment itself was huge, taking up the entire top floor with a full balcony stretching the length of the building. The neighbors were considerate, the building secure and comfortable. The rent, inordinately affordable thanks to Remus’ grandmother’s forty-year-old lease. Everything about the apartment was perfect.

Including his roommates.

Remus was how he discovered the place, or more accurately, Remus’ twin brother had been. Logan and Roman had shared an apartment since junior year. And, later, when things grew serious between Roman and his boyfriend, Logan had offered to move out and give them the privacy they rather clearly—and loudly—required.

By luck, Remus was seeking a second roommate at the same time. And though Logan had already learned the resemblance between the twins stopped at their physical features, he got on well enough with the rather chaotic twin that he readily accepted. Contingent, of course, that Remus’ other roommate—his fiance—agreed. That fact had given Logan pause, briefly, and Remus seemed to notice.

“Don’t worry, we’re nothing like Ro Bro and his boytoy Jannie,” he’d stage-whispered.

“I heard that!” Roman gasped, hand pressed to his heart.

“Yeah, so did I!” Remus snapped back, a quirk to his lips softening his tone. “Every single night he’d stay over.”

Logan struggled to hide his laughter and Remus winked at him. “Wanna stop by after seven tonight? Pattycake’ll be home from work by then.”

When he arrived at the apartment at five after seven, Logan had been struck figuratively dumb when Remus and his fiance opened the door and ‘Pattycake’ turned out to be none other than Patton Hart.

“Logie?” he’d cried, voice deeper than Logan remembered, but with the same brilliant smile. “Is that really you?”

Remus laughed. “You two already know each other?”

Patton blushed then. “Remember that lab partner I told you about? Y’know…” He gave Remus a meaningful look. “Back in high school?”

“Oh—Oh!” Understanding washed over Remus’ face and turned, giving Patton his full attention. “’Scuse us just a minute,” he’d mumbled and tugged Patton away from the door.

Preparing himself for a polite rejection, Logan mentally mapped out the next steps to continue his apartment hunt. As they talked in that quick short-hand of long-term partners, blessedly incomprehensible to him, Logan watched his shoes. He imagined, fleetingly, he might get sucked up into a black hole in the floor and pretend none of this had ever happened.

The couple's conversation was brief.

“Log—gan?” Patton said aloud and he looked up. Logan was met with the achingly familiar blue eyes he genuinely thought he’d never get to see again. “Do you prefer Logan now?”

“You were the only person who ever called me ‘Logie,’” he said. “N—Not—not that I ever minded it,” he added in a rush when Patton’s grin wavered.

“Well, Logie,” he said, grin blooming when Logan smiled back. “Would you like to see the place?”

~

Hand-in-hand, Remus and Patton gave him a full tour. Excluding their bedroom, of course.

The apartment was large and the layout well-structured to support roommates. The open central space contained a full kitchen, living and dining room, all overlooking the south-facing balcony. Two bedrooms sat on the east end, and two on the west, each approximately the same size.

“Have you already found a third roommate?” Logan asked, peering into the fourth generously-sized bedroom.

“Not looking for one,” Remus shrugged. “With so much work from home going on when we moved in, our last roommate used this as his office.”

“Ah, I see.” Logan cleared his throat and hoped his disappointment didn’t show. “So the rent is per bedroom?” Confusion and his need for clarity overrode the awkwardness of discovering they actually expected twice what he’d budgeted for.

“Oh, no,” Patton said, shaking his head. That familiar splash of hope painted his features as he looked up at him. “Of course not.”

“Yeah,” Remus grinned. “This place is a fuckin’ steal.” He gestured at the high ceilings and the big, bright windows stretching across the wall. They continued into each of the south-facing bedrooms on either side. “Why not share our luck?”

“It… you make an irresistible argument,” Logan said carefully, unable to completely suppress the giddy smile creeping its way across his face.

Patton bounced on his toes and exchanged a grin with Remus. “So does that mean you’re moving in?”

“If you’ll have m—“ Before he’d finished, Patton had flung himself in his arms, irrepressible as always.

“This calls for cookies to celebrate!”

~

Nearly a year into his lease, Logan was still struck by how different everything was with Patton and Remus.

At his old place, after Janus had moved in, of course, Logan had been hyper-aware their apartment housed a couple, Roman and Janus, and him. Together, Roman and his boyfriend were a distinct unit. They slept together, ate meals together, indulged in terrible YouTube reaction videos together. Logan was—regrettably—convinced they even bathed together.

Initially, Logan had been somewhat apprehensive he’d simply gone from watching one twin’s relationship to watching the other’s.

But right from the start, both Patton and Remus welcomed him into their home lives, never leaving him feeling as though he was intruding on a private moment or was an odd third wheel to be tolerated until he retreated to his own bedroom.

That’s not to say Patton and Remus weren’t affectionate in front of him. If anything, the pair traded double entendres, little heated glances and kisses and touches even more than often Roman and Janus had on their most… demonstrative days.

The tone between the three of them was different somehow. All the times he’d inevitably walked in on Roman and Janus kissing in the kitchen (or the laundry room or the hall or the living room), an awkward silence would fall over the apartment, at times stretching well into the evening.

Whenever he happened upon a stolen bit of affection between Patton and Remus, though, Logan felt he was being let in on some savory little secret between the three of them. He felt… trusted.

Trusted wasn’t precisely the right word, but Logan set his musing aside as he turned the key in the lock and opened the door. The sizzles and clanks of cooking emanated from the kitchen and the mingled scents of chocolate, tomato sauce, and fried eggplant greeted him. He closed the door and set his key in its place next to it before slipping off his shoes.

“Oh! Good, you’re home!” Patton called to who he’d—incorrectly—guessed to have been Remus home early. “You gotta taste this!”

Smiling, Logan, poked his head into the kitchen. Hair, face, and apron dusted with flour and smears of butter and smashed garlic, Patton dragged a spoon in one bubbling pot as he flipped a half-dozen golden brown eggplant patties with the other.

“I’m sorry to disappoint,” Logan said with a chuckle. He began to gather the dirty mixing bowls and cutting boards collecting on the counter beside the stove. “It’s just me. Remus isn’t home yet.”

“I knew it was you, Logie. You always hang your key on the little hook when you come in.” Patton looked over his shoulder and grinned. He lifted a spoon dabbed with sauce and blew on it until the steam thinned. “What do you think of this?”

Cheeks warmed from the heat of all four burners running on the stovetop, Logan stepped closer, accepting the offered taste. Sweet onion and garlic combined with the tang of tomatoes and… “Hmmm,” he said without truly meaning to. “Is that… is that cumin?” he asked, eyeing the bubbling pot and wondering if it would be rude to ask for another taste.

Grinning, Patton nodded and scooped up another bit with a fresh spoon. “Yep,” he said before blowing on the second taste and offering it to him. “What do you think? I’ve been tasting it all afternoon and I just don’t know anymore.”

“It’s wonderful,” Logan said, licking his lips.

Patton’s grin grew as he returned to the frying pan. “Oh, yay!” he said, shoulders dancing as he swapped out the cooked patties for freshly dipped ones.

Logan busied himself with the dishes as he waited for the sizzle to die down. “Is this for Remus’ birthday?” he asked when Patton looked up from the pan.

“It is! A little early surprise before the big bash on Saturday.” He looked up suddenly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “You’re still coming, right?” Big blue eyes stared right into him, that hopeful smile fighting to overcome nerves.

‘Wanna be lab buddies?’

“Of course, Pat,” Logan nodded, freezing momentarily when Patton rushed forward and kissed his cheek.

Patton, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice his awkwardness. “Oh, thank goodness! The way you paused there got a me a little nervous,” he said with a laugh. “We’d miss you too much if you couldn’t make it.” He nudged the eggplant, checking the underside of the thinnest piece. “Remmie would’ve been just crushed if you weren’t there.”

“As would I,” Logan murmured, dribbling a bit of soap on a scrubber. As he tackled the batter dried at the bottom of the biggest glass bowl, Logan realized it hadn’t merely been a platitude. He’d give almost anything to be able to join their celebration.

The sizzling pan drew Patton’s attention and Logan renewed his devotion to the stack of dishes in the sink. Patton hummed a melody Logan knew only from listening while he cooked and, together, they finished their preparations and returned the kitchen to a moderately controlled state.

Logan found the plates Patton had inherited from his grandmother and arranged them around the big Happy Birthday, Love centerpiece. His gaze lingered on the hearts Patton had sketched on the tiny balloons and he smiled. “I bought a little something for Remus, as well…” he began, reaching past Patton for the napkins.

Patton turned, eyebrows raised and listening.

“It’s, ah… the tickets aren’t for another two months, but are you familiar with the Dragon Love Lights exhibit?”

Brow furrowed, Patton’s gaze focused somewhere far away before suddenly exclaiming, “Oh! Yes! At the botanical garden?”

Logan nodded, Patton’s excited grin contagious.

“Oh!,” Patton exclaimed. “Remmie's gonna love seeing that with you! You know he’s got all ten dragons of the—“

“Wait, Pat—” Smiling carefully, Logan brushed his fingers over Patton’s arm. Patton looked up at him, eyes wide. “I purchased tickets for the two of you,” he emphasized. “The exhibit is… a, well… rather romantic sort of event. It wouldn’t be appro—“

Inexplicably, Patton’s face fell and Logan gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “Surely Remus would enjoy it much more with your company than with mine,” he said.

Lip again caught between his teeth, Patton looked like he wanted to argue the point.

Before he could say anything, the front door slammed open and Remus called out, “Honey, I’m home!” His boots thunked on the floor and keys clattered on the entry table, then he burst into the kitchen.

“Oh, honeys, I’m home,” he joked, winking at Logan before drawing Patton close for a kiss. “Damn, somethin’ smells yummy in here,” he laughed, nuzzling Patton’s neck. “The food smells pretty tasty, too,” he added, grinning at Logan over Patton’s shoulder.

“Well, good,” Patton giggled, cheeks glowing pink from Remus’ attention. “It’s for you!”

Voice dipping into a gravely hum, Remus shifted and hugged Patton from behind, long, tanned arms wrapped around his belly. He rested his chin on Patton’s shoulder and managed to grin at both of them at the same time. “For me?” he asked. “My birthday’s not ‘til—oh!”

One hand whipped out and closed on Logan’s, green eyes laser-focused on his. “You’re coming this weekend, right? Well…” he chuckled, his waggling eyebrows making his teasing wordplay clear. “You are planning to attend the formal celebration of the anniversary of my nat… ism?” he clarified with a vaguely British accent.

Logan couldn’t hold back a laugh as he nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

“Very good, my good sir. Very good,” Remus tutted with a little bow of his head. He squeezed Logan’s hand before releasing him and resuming his earlier impression of a boa constrictor around Patton’s middle.

“Told you,” Patton mouthed as Remus wiggled him closer to a seat. “Remmie,” he said aloud, gently batting his hands away. He didn’t try very hard to get away, already melting into Remus’ embrace. “I need to serve!” he laughed.

Logan shook his head and swiped the spatula from the stovetop. “You two sit,” he grinned. “I’ve got this.”

~

The next month, the city choked under the oppressive early summer heat and Logan grimaced when he pushed open the lobby door only to discover the building’s air conditioning was out.

Walking slowly upstairs—in no universe was he about to willingly enter the tiny metal cookbox of an elevator on a day like this—he hoped beyond hope their apartment’s air conditioning was somehow still functioning.

He heard Remus’ singing before he’d even slid his key in the door, the rough voice a mismatch for the sentimental melody. For reasons Logan was a loss to explain, it was remarkably pleasant and Logan stood in the hall for a few verses, listening to his roommate sing.

Finally compelled by the need for air—even merely an open window and a fan—he quietly turned the key and opened the door. It wasn’t until he got inside that he fully deciphered the lyrics Remus sang.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom ‘Cause you know I’d be a fool to do But with winter’s end And snow’s last cringe That’s all I long to do Oh to be a fool Wholly be a fool My blood approves…

“Is that Cummings?” Logan called out. Part of his brain registered relief at the cooler apartment, but his mind wouldn’t let go of the verses.

Remus’ head poked out from Logan’s bedroom. “Hey, Lo Lo,” he grinned. “Um, yeah… sorta. Inspired by?” he shrugged, cheeks pink from the heat even in the considerably cooler apartment air. “I hope you don’t mind.” Gnawing on his lip, he gestured to the room behind him. “Your door was open, otherwise I would’ve waited ‘til you got home.”

Logan joined him in the doorway and, where Remus had gestured, sat a brand new air conditioning unit.

“Did you… Did you purchase this?”

Remus’ grin returned and he nodded, eyes sparkling. “It was hot as fuck in here, so I got one for each bedroom and the living room.”

Relishing the cool air, Logan looked around the room. Everything was in its place. Remus had even dusted the blinds after he’d installed the unit, a little Swiffer duster sitting as evidence on the floor beneath the window sill.

“I didn’t want you to come home to a sweltering box, y’know?” he said, watching Logan’s face. “Those south-facing windows get pretty hot without a little AC.”

Logan should feel odd, at least, to have Remus in his bedroom. He was fairly certain this was the first time Remus had been there since the day he’d moved in. But he didn’t feel odd, he felt… Honestly, Logan felt an urge to drag Remus over to his bookcase and start showing him everything he was reading.

Shaking away the impulse, Logan smiled and stepped closer to the window. Chilly air blasted against his skin, cooling the sweat soaking through his shirt and hair. “Thank you, Remus,” he sighed. “This is such a wonderful surprise to come home to.”

Head tilted, Remus stepped closer, smiling back at him with an expression he wasn’t completely certain how to read. “Good,” he said after a moment, then clapped his hands together. “Alright, then. Why don’t you get comfortable—and no,” he laughed when Logan’s gaze darted automatically to his closet. “Don’t just change your tie. I’m trying out that rotini thing we had at the party, if that’s okay with you?”

A loud grumble from his stomach answered for him and he nodded. “That sounds wonderful, actually,” he said. “I shall change and then come assist you however I can.”

As he left, Remus turned back, that same soft smile tugging at his lips. One hand on the door frame, his mouth opened then closed again before he nodded and slipped back out into the hallway.

Logan nearly followed him before the stickiness of his shirt got the better of him and he nodded to himself. He wanted to ask more about the song, to ask Remus what he’d been about to say, to thank him again for all his trouble with the air conditioner. He wanted…

He should change first.

Remus’ low hum trailed after his path back to the kitchen and Logan closed the door, loosening his tie as he went. A comfortably warm feeling buzzed in his chest and he found himself humming bits of Remus’ melody as he stripped off his clothes and rinsed off in the shower. He quickly toweled off and pulled on an old pair of jeans and a fresh collared shirt.

Just before he’d buttoned the top, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Towel-dried hair slicked back, a wide grin stretched across his face. He contemplated his reflection for a moment before finally leaving his shirt only partially buttoned. He pocketed his phone and headed toward the kitchen.

“Hey, Lo,” Remus said as he approached, head deep in a cabinet. “Whaddya think about—“ His words fizzled out when he turned. Eyes traveling up and down, he took in Logan’s clothes. It was only then Logan realized he hadn’t even put on socks or a belt.

Logan touched his open collar, suddenly feeling… undressed. “I should—”

But Remus grinned. “It’s a good look on you,” he said, reaching for his arm before he could leave. “How do you feel about some garlic bread to go with?” he asked, hand lingering on his sleeve.

Mouth suddenly dry, Logan nodded. “I’ll—” He cleared his throat and Remus pulled a loaf from the cabinet. “I’ll set the table.”

~

He’d nearly completed the place settings when both of their phones buzzed. They exchanged a glance and a worried quirk dragged at Remus’ lips.

Sure enough, it was Patton.

Parent-teacher confs are running long. I’ll be home in about two hours. Don’t wait for me

Logan looked up and caught Remus’ eye. A dozen different emotions flashed over his face, a dice roll as he seemed to try each one on in turn: disappointment, worry, fondness, nervousness, resignation.

I’m sorry you have to work late but there will be nutritious food waiting for you when you return home. Remus has prepared a small summer feast.

Finally, Remus’ expression landed on a crooked grin and he winked at him before typing his own response into their group chat.

We’ll miss you, Pattycake, but I’ll be sure to save some for you… 😈

Logan glanced up at him, wondering what treat Remus planned to include with Patton’s dinner.

Patton’s response was quick.

You better 😈 (I know you will)

pat_print🐾 is typing lingered on the screen for several moments before his next message finally appeared.

See you tonight! 💖xo 💖xo

Chuckling, Logan smiled down at his phone. He didn’t need much of an imagination to envision the little kisses for Remus Patton intended with his message.

It seemed neither did Remus as he tapped at his own phone in response. No message popped up in their group chat, though, so surely a private message just for Patton, and Logan put away his own phone. After another moment, Remus did the same.

“How about we take our plates to the living room?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe put on a little Doctor Who?”

Earlier in the year, the three of them had begun a slow rewatch of Doctor Who together. Patton hadn’t watched it since high school and Remus had skipped all of the Eleventh Doctor after The Angels Take Manhattan, so they both had a lot to catch up on.

Logan was more than happy to indulge in a rewatch in preparation for the latest season.

~

A familiar voice called over a radio on the show, “Excellent bottom,” and Logan failed to suppress a little wiggle.

Grinning, Remus slid closer to him on the couch. “Is that who I think it is?”

“Spoilers,” Logan laughed, one finger over his lips.

“Hello! I’m home,” Patton called from the door and Remus grabbed the remote to pause before jumping to his feet.

“You’re just in time!” he cheered and led Patton to the couch. “I’ll get your plate. Guess who’s just caught Rose mid-air in the middle of a WWII bombing blitz!

Eyes twinkling in the low light, Patton looked from Logan to the paused screen. He dropped down onto the couch beside Logan, scooting close. “Oh, I love this episode!”

“I am quote fond of it, as well,” he nodded. “Do you remember much? We could always—“

“’You’ve got an excellent bottom, too,’” Patton quoted, perfectly mimicking the character’s inflection. “Jack’s always reminded me of Remmie,” he explained. Cheeks pink, Patton leaned close to whisper near Logan’s ear. “I might have spent a bit of time on the wiki for this episode, y’know… for research?”

“Research?” Logan narrowed his eyes. “For… Remus?”

“For… For a bit of storytelling?” he said, watching Logan’s eyes.

“Have you…” Logan’s smile grew. “Have you written Doctor Who fanfic—” he blurted out.

“And it’s really great!” Remus called from the other room.

“Pat?” Logan turned and met Patton’s eyes. “Why haven’t you ever told me? It’s no secret I am… and aficionado of transformative works.”

“I…” Patton shrugged, fingers twisting painfully together in his lap. “I don’t know nearly as much as you do about the show. I was afraid it wasn’t… y’know… good enough.”

Before he really could think about it, Logan covered Patton’s hands with his own. Patton stopped their twisting and clung to his hand. “Patton, I am confident anything you wrote is more than adequate. I would very much like to read your stories, if you would permit me, of course.”

“Really?” Soft pink lips curled into a beautiful smile.

“Truly,” Logan said as Remus returned with Patton’s dinner. Apparently not wanting to interrupt, Remus sat on Logan’s other side, sliding close to listen.

Backed up by Remus’ silent support, Logan continued. “Pat, you have such a kind heart and you notice things about people others overlook. All the… tricky emotions beneath it. That’s the core of a good story. ”

A shy smile lifted his features and he caught Remus’ eye over Logan’s shoulder before nodding. “Okay, Logie. I’ll send you a link.” He giggled, bright bells in the air. “Maybe more than one?”

“Excellent,” Logan said, suddenly looking down at their entwined hands. If Remus noticed they were sitting so… intimately when he returned, he didn’t remark on it. “Would you prefer to eat first and then we’ll resume the show when you’re ready?”

Releasing his hands to snatch up the bowl Remus had set before him on the coffee table, Patton shook his head. “I’m ready now!” he grinned. “Let’s go!”

~

Logan was so engrossed in the show, he barely noticed when Patton had finished his food and curled closer. At the beginning of the next episode, his head began to tilt close to Logan’s shoulder and Remus stretched one arm over the back of the couch. Patton’s breathing slowed and he leaned closer, drowsing with Remus’ hand trailing through his hair.

“Would you like to switch spots?” Logan whispered to Remus, afraid of disturbing Patton.

Remus met his eyes. “Are you uncomfortable like this?”

“I—” Logan shook his head, cheeks warming. “No—That’s not why—I—”

Unflappable, Remus looked back at him with a crooked smile.

Patton’s weight against his shoulder was reassuring, soft and warm. And Remus’ arm, though it had slipped down from the back rest to settle around his shoulders felt… pleasant. Good, in fact. “Well, no,” he said at last. “Actually I am… quite comfortable.”

“Good,” Remus said with a grin and returned his attention to the show.

Logan attempted to do the same. All of Logan’s powers of concentration, though, were focused on everything but the show.

Patton’s gentle weight leaning against his side, his steady, easy breaths. Patton’s arm wrapped around his belly. Remus’ thigh pressed against his, the flex and twitch of his muscles when his knee bounced, watching the climax of the episode. Remus’ thumb grazing his shoulder as the rest of his hand carded through Patton’s hair.

As Logan watched the Doctor dance around the TARDIS between the rakish, flirting Jack and the sensitive, strong-willed Rose, Logan’s mind wandered, imagining it was the three of them dancing together instead.

When the episode ended, Remus peered past Logan and smiled at the way Patton had drifted off. “He’s beautiful when he sleeps, isn’t he?” he whispered, like they shared a secret.

Logan nodded, the television’s glow only accentuating the gentle curve of Patton’s chin, the impossibly long lashes resting on his cheeks. “He is,” he breathed. In the lead up to finals week their senior year, Patton had fallen asleep in class once, draped over his desk. Peaceful. Lovely. Logan was just as reluctant to wake him then as he was now.

“I believe he thinks I’m you,” he whispered when Patton tightened his grip in his sleep with a strength ordinarily hidden by his soft form.

“I can hear you, y’know,” Patton mumbled without moving away or opening his eyes.

Logan froze but Remus laughed quietly beside him. “He won’t remember,” he whispered.

“Mmm,” Patton hummed then relaxed against him, rubbing his cheek against Logan’s chest. “Will too,” he said, a little clearer this time.

Remus chuckled close to Logan’s ear, warm breath ghosting against his neck. “Mm-hm,” he whispered, near enough his mustache grazed the edge of Logan’s jaw.

Sparks danced over his skin and, for a tiny moment, Logan let himself imagine it hadn’t been an accident.

They’re your roommates!

“I…” Logan shifted, ignoring the goosebumps blooming on his skin. “I should head to bed, I…” He willed himself forward and off the couch, turning so Remus could slide into his vacated spot and hold on to Patton, to his boyfriend, to his fiance.

Without the heat of his roommates—his roommates—pressed close on either side, the air conditioned room left Logan chilled. He shuddered, every muscle, every bone, every bit of him screaming to stay nestled between them. “Thank you,” he said, head bowed to hide the flush he felt growing on his face. “I… This has been a… a very pleasant evening. I…”

Fully awake now, Patton looked up at him with those big, pleading eyes. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Logie.”

That sweet smile would dissolve if Patton had any idea what had been going through his mind.

“It’s… quite late,” Logan forced out. “I… Good night,” he finally managed, nodding to both of them as he escaped to his room. At the doorway, he risked one last glance back. They sat where they had been, an empty space between them. “See you in the morning,” he whispered, then turned and closed his door.

~

The click of Logan’s door had never seemed so loud. Patton turned to Remus, a lump growing in his throat. “Does he really not know?” he whispered.

Staring out at Logan’s stammering retreat, Remus slid close to Patton and drew both arms around him. He shook his head, face buried in his hair. “No, Pattycake. I don’t think he does.”

~

The moon had not yet fully set when the Logan’s nightstand clock ticked over to 3:28. He rolled over, pulling the blanket up over his head in an attempt to convince himself it was the thin sliver of moonlight peeking in through a crack in the blinds that was keeping him awake.

It didn’t work.

Counting down from one hundred by sevens hadn’t worked either. Nor did reciting Fibonacci numbers, Shakespeare’s Sonnet 27, or any of a dozen other tricks and techniques intended to lull a harried mind into sleep.

When he closed his eyes, he imagined the weight of Remus’ arm draped over his shoulders. The fringe on his pillowcase was Remus’ mustache.

When he turned over, the blanket across his body became Patton’s arm. The pillow his fluffy hair.

When he sat up and looked out the window, the car across the street was the same blue as Patton’s eyes. The air conditioner blasting refreshing air into the room still bore Remus’ thumbprint just below the controls.

Had he even properly thanked him? Remus’ efforts had made this night relaxing for both Patton and for him. And Logan hadn’t even done the dishes.

He hadn’t done the dishes.

Throwing off the covers, he leapt out of bed and pushed his eyeglasses into place. No, he couldn’t stop thinking about them and he didn’t yet know how he could possibly face them in the morning. But at the very least he could wash the damn dishes.

Logan crept out of his room, feet perfectly placed to avoid the three floorboards that creaked. Even in the dark, after a year in this place, Logan knew every crack and crevice. He could walk safely through each room with his eyes closed, could open any cabinet and reach blindly for the correct dish or spice or ingredient he needed, knew the precise faucet angle for the perfect temperature to shower and to wash his hands.

Over the past year, he’d grown to truly know and love this place.

The hall and living room were dim, but the faint gleam of moonlight from outside shone on Patton’s dish sitting forlorn on the coffee table. Logan dashed out to collect it. He moved silently to the kitchen to load and start the dishwasher. Despite the late hour, it felt safe to run. In the past, the white noise had proven beneficial to Remus’ occasional insomnia and Patton always said he slept right through it.

Yes, he’d grown to know and love this place. He’d grown to love his roommates, too.

The machine had just started its quiet pre-wash hum when Patton and Remus’ bedroom door creaked open.

“Is that you, Logie?” Patton whispered, a tinge of fear in his voice.

Logan turned on the dim light under the cabinets. “It’s me, Pat,” he said in a low voice. “I apologize, I did not intend to startle you.”

“Oh,” Patton’s laugh came out breathy and in his shadowy silhouette, Logan could just make out his hand pressed to his heart. “It’s okay.” Avoiding the shadows in the still-dim living room, Patton joined him in the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” he asked, eyes intent on his as he reached up to touch the back of his hand to Logan’s forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m…” Patton’s hand was warm and smelled like his vanilla hand cream. Logan closed his eyes against the image of pulling him close. Of burying his face in the crook of Patton’s neck the way he’d seen Remus do countless times before. “Just a little restless, I think.” He opened his eyes and it was only then he noticed the shadows under Patton’s. “What about you? Are you having difficulty sleeping?”

He shrugged and only then lowered his hand. “A little. We—“

“Pattycake?” Remus’ voice rumbled from their room and he stepped into the hall. “Oh, you’re up, Lo Lo.”

“It seems perhaps none of us are having the most restful night,” Logan murmured.

“I’ll make some tea,” Patton said, moving to fill the kettle.

Wordlessly, Remus stumbled in and took down the box of Sleepy tea. Logan laid out three mugs and the honey Patton preferred and sat down at the counter. He waited until the water was ready and Patton had filled each cup before speaking.

“I…” Gathering his courage, he pulled his steeping tea close, shaking hands hovering around the hot cup. “I believe I know the source of my restlessness,” he began.

Remus brought his cup and sat next Logan. “Is it anything we can help with?” he asked, blowing away the steam on his cup.

Stirring a dollop of honey into his own, the gentle clink followed Patton as he moved to sit on Logan’s other side.

Logan hunched over his cup, the steam fogging his glasses. It was just as well he wouldn’t be able to see their faces. “I believe I… I need to move out,” he said in a rush.

“What?” Reaching for him, Patton’s voice came out strangled. “Why? What—” Breath stuttering, he clamped his mouth shut when Remus brushed his hand, a wordless promise between them.

“Lo? What’s happened?” Remus said, quieter than Logan could remember him. “Have we done something that’s upset you? Or made you uncomfortable?”

Patton gripped his hand and reached for Logan’s with the other. “Whatever it is, Logie, we can fix it.”

“I…” Logan shook his head. “There is nothing you have done wrong. You are exemplary roommates.”

Face falling, Patton pulled his hand away and met Remus’ eyes. “Oh,” he said.

Remus squeezed Patton’s hand, his own eyes downcast.

“I did not intend my reassurances to cause you further consternation…” Words spilling out, Logan didn’t know how to fix the sadness in their eyes. “I am merely—that is to say, I have—I—I have… I have found myself developing, ah…” Courage fading, Logan gulped at his tea.

“Developing…” Remus prompted, eyes sharp.

Logan hung his head. “Developing feelings for you,” he said quietly. “For both of you.”

“Well I should hope so!” Patton said, reaching again for his hand.

“What?” Logan looked up, their sudden grins explaining nothing of the situation. “I… I do not understand. Y—you—Did you hear me? I—” He shook his head, staring down at Patton’s fingers laced together with his. “Romantic feelings for you, I—I—”

“Oh, Logie,” Patton pulled their shared grip up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. “We have romantic feelings for you, too. I… I thought you knew.”

“I still think we shoulda just invited him to bed,” Remus laughed, brushing back a lock of Logan’s hair. He winked when Logan’s cheeks flushed. “Woulda been pretty hard to miss that overture.”

“Wait, you’ve…” He stared as Patton muffled a giggle behind his hand. “You both…”

“Well, yeah,” Patton said, that sweet shy smile peeking out. “I thought we were being pretty obvious. I mean, my Logie and my Remmie?”

Logan’s mouth literally fell open. “I—I thought…” He wracked his brain, recalling Remus’ birthday party, recalling every mutual friend they’d had in high school. But he and Remus were the only one Patton had given nicknames to.

“And I’ve just been waiting for you to make a move,” Remus said, stroking his cheek. Logan stifled a gasp at the sudden caress, a thousand different ways he might have made said ‘move’ while they were alone filling his mind. “Didn’t wanna come on too strong,” he said, waggling his eyebrows the way he did whenever he used some double entendre.

That, again, Logan had never seen him do with any of their mutual friends.

Patton’s insistence Remus would want to go with him to the Dragon Love Lights, Patton’s double hearts in his messages to their group chat, Remus’ comment about ‘saving him some.’

“Oh,” was all Logan could manage to say.

“So…” Patton began, hopeful smile beaming back at him as Remus stood and wrapped one arm around each of them. “So what do you think now?”

“I…” A low chuckle bubbled up from his chest and he drew them both close. “I believe I need to purchase an additional ticket to that light show.”

[fourmoony]

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 (𝟐)

james potter x f!reader

fluff. 1.4k

Summary: James, Sirius, and Remus are bested by Hope.

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James is standing in the middle of the chaos surrounding your living room.

You’re just short of thirty seconds through the front door – the majority of which you spent kicking off your shoes and setting them on the shoe rack – and already, you miss the inside of the potion’s lab. You’ve been there all day, daydreaming about being at home. But now. Now, you wish you’d stayed behind with Lily. She’s high maintenance, sure. She’s bossy and full on about it because she’s currently heading the Order’s potion’s labs all over the country – she’s stressed. But Lily Evans is nowhere near as high maintenance as your boyfriend and his friends.

This, you should have known.

Remus and Sirius are bickering loudly over the sound of Hope’s high-pitched screaming. Remus is holding Hope, arms outstretched and a concerned look on his face, like he’s hesitant to have her near her in her current state. He looks panicked. Sirius is trying to strong arm your daughter into a nappy, but she’s kicking her legs so violently that you know he has no hope. He mutters something at Remus, but his voice is cheery and soothing – you suppose in attempt to keep Hope from getting any more violent. Remus huffs and tries lifting your screaming baby up, then down, as if bouncing her. She only cries more.

There are crumpled nappies scattered across the floor and a small bag of what you assume is used wipes – you’re thankful that at least those have been disposed of in a clean way. The fire is roaring, covered by the grate, and the room is far too warm – even for the middle of January. There are bright coloured toys on every surface and a kid’s broom taking up space on the single armchair nearest the kitchen. There’re half drunken milk bottles on the coffee table and half a jar of mashed potato and gravy puree, the spoon of which is sitting on a coaster, still covered in mush.

James’ eyes snap up the minute he nears your shaky intake of breath, and everything stops. His hands are full of a mix of crumpled nappies and baby toys, and his eyes are wide. His hair is messier than usual, a clear sign that he’s been running his hands through it in a fit of stress.

“Hey,” James breathes.

Remus and Sirius have frozen like children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. You bypass your boyfriend, eyes narrowed at Remus, who turns from Sirius and thrusts Hope toward you. You take her and immediately, she quiets. You hold her to your chest, hand gently rubbing the back of her head. Remus and Sirius physically release, both letting out a deep breath. James closes his eyes, enjoys the silence for a moment.

“James, pick up the nappies. Outside bin,” You point at James, and he springs into action, nodding enthusiastically, “Remus, toys in the box,” You point to the pink box Sirius made Hope that rests to the right of the fireplace, “Sirius, wash the bottles, and bin the puree.”

The three men spring into action around you while you mentally thank Lily for being so bossy and rubbing off on you. Hope is making quiet noises against your collar bone, and you melt. She’s ten months now, crawling and babbling non-stop It’s been challenging, balancing your work in the potion’s lab with James’ order missions whilst still being able to spend time with Hope together. James is absolutely positive she’s defying nature and biology and growing too fast. But you don’t mind. You’re in constant awe of your daughter and all the milestones she makes. You’d never admit it, but you cried the first time she crawled.

“Hey, sweet girl.” You mumble, lips pressed to Hope’s head.

Her hair is growing fast and dark. There’s enough to put in pigtails, now. She doesn’t have any in today. Simply because James cannot comprehend the idea of a hair tie. Hope tilts her head, bright blue eyes no longer filled with tears, but with wonder. It’s been seven months of being her mum, and your breath still hitches every time she looks at you with that babied wonderment, with that unwavering love and trust. She’s so beautiful, a gift you wonder every day what you ever did to deserve.

“She’s been a moody little witch, today,” Remus comments, launching crinkle books and teddy bears into the pink trunk as he walks around the room.

“She’s teething, I think.” You tell him.

You shift hope in your arms and reach for her nappy bag that’s been abandoned by the doorway into the living room. She wriggles a little when you set her down onto the changing table under the window – the changing table James has said he’ll take upstairs a million times and never has – but settles when you start to hum softly. With a clean nappy and a fresh set of pyjamas, Hope is a different baby. She’s calm and quiet, pliant in your arms when you lift her again to cradle her. Her eyes blink slowly, tiny lips pouted.

James and Sirius return at the same time, the latter wiping down a fresh bottle with a tea towel, collecting any spillage. He turns it over, dropping a bit on his wrist before passing it over, “Perfect temperature.”

“Thanks,” You sit on the suite – now void of any and all toys – and hold the bottle to Hope’s lips.

She takes it greedily and you smile. James presses a kiss to your head before taking a seat beside you both. His hand rests on your thigh, his attention taken by your little girl. Sirius takes a seat on the floor in front of you both, a gentle finger running up and down the bottom of Hope’s foot. She wriggles, gives his hand a little kick and he laughs. Sirius has been obsessed with Hope since the minute he saw her. He’s the best uncle. He spoils Hope beyond belief and loves her as fiercely as you and James do.

Remus required a little convincing. He loves Hope. It’s obvious in the way he reads to her, in the soft voice he uses when he talks to her. But he’s hesitant. Sirius reckons it’s because he’s scared of hurting her with his heavy hands and lanky limbs. You know he never could. He’s sitting across the room, twirling the toy broom in his hands while he sits in the armchair.

“You better not have put her on that broom, Sirius.” You warn the boy at your feet.

He makes grabby hands for Hope now that she’s settled, and you pass her over gently before relaxing against James. Sirius stands slowly, carefully, and makes his way over to Remus, sitting down at his feet instead. They enter their own world, softly cooing at Hope and watching her as she drinks the milk. Remus runs a gentle hand over the top of her head, and another hand across Sirius’ shoulders. You smile.

“Today was hard,” James speaks quietly, fingers playing with yours on your lap.

“I can tell.” You tease.

James huffs a laugh, “I swear it wasn’t even that bad until like, twenty minutes before you got home.”

You know very well James would have tried to keep the house as tidy and calm as possible for as long as possible. He’s a good dad. He’s got a good touch with Hope. She settles with him every time. But he also gets overwhelmed easily.

You eye Sirius and Remus. They’re so calm. So, content.

“I hope they have this, one day.” You whisper, eyes looking up at James.

He’s as beautiful as the day you met him. But he’s older now. There’s stubble on his jaw, a result of his busy schedule. His eyes are a honey hazel that makes you melt, and he turns to look at you with so much love and adoration that you can’t do anything but lean forward and kiss him. His answer is delayed by the wide smile he gives you. But it comes with a faraway look that you assume is a yearning for Sirius and Remus to have everything they could ever dream of.

His fingertips brush up your arm, his warmth encompasses you. You feel content, willing to forget how horrible the world outside your home is.

“I hope so, too, baby.” He mumbles, lips pressed to the crown of your head.

Sirius laughs when Remus flinches because Hope grabs his index finger and hangs on for dear life. They share a smile a second later, and Sirius rests his head on Remus knee, both of them staring down at the beautiful little girl in Sirius’ arms.

“Love you.” You tell James.

He squeezes you, “Love you, too.”

[phantom-howls]

HELLO! I present the Sanders Clones AU ^^ @maddragonfruit had the original post that inspired me to draw this so here's a link to that too!

Basically Thomas worked for this research facility as a janitor or something. Next thing he knows, he has six semi-clones of himself and a warrant for his arrest. I got a couple more ideas under the cut for this au lol

All the clones have OTHER dna in them besides Thomas's. For example: Janus has snake dna & Logan has the dna of one of the researchers

Remus got into a lab accident, which is where his scar & white streak come from

Remus and Roman consider each other twins (begrudgingly on Roman's end) because they were created at the same time

All the clones have stolen clothes from Thomas's wardrobe. (Was this an excuse not to draw their canon designs.... maybe)

They are on the run from the law! Janus and Remus have a concerning amount of knowledge on how to avoid the law.... Logan too

The clones have various memories of Thomas's, but none of them have the full story

Virgil is the "youngest" (or I guess the newest clone)

They all picked their own names

The clones all have their own voice, but they can also all sound like Thomas at will. Janus can sound like any of them at will.

[thelabsofficial]

Meet the Heroes!

Meet the heroes (though not the protagonists!) of The Labs! While they may be a ragtag, recently-met team, they all answered the call to stop Niles and Lucien in their tracks. The trio are all aware of them to some extent, though Niles has personally dubbed them his arch nemeses, as they tend to get in the way of his plans more than anyone.

Detective Casimir “Casey” Clarke (front)- Leader and brains of the team. Casimir is a practiced detective whose face is somehow constantly cloaked in shadow. He has a talent for formulating strategies on the fly, and his magic allows him to wield his hands as though they were guns. He enjoys smoking a good cigar over a book or a deep conversation, and has a soft spot for cats.

Sparrow (right)- Speedster and charisma of the team. Sparrow is a witty and talkative hero, whose magic allows them to fly and hover at lightning fast speeds. While they have a habit of making decisions before they have the chance to think them through, they can be relied upon to make a quick getaway. Sparrow loves a good meal with friends, as well as sporty activities, even if they have to suppress their speed to make it fair.

Remus Grimdark (left)- Brawn and backpack of the team. Remus Grimdark is never seen without his armor, and yet is surprisingly nimble on the front lines. His portal magic allows him to act as the heroes’ inventory, which is also useful to hold the massive sword he swings around like a toy. While he is quiet about his interests, he gets passionate about a good fight with a good opponent.

Philomena “Phi-Phi” Marguerite Amaranth (top)- Heart of the group. Phi-Phi believes that everything can be solved through conversation and friendship, and wishes to reform Niles and Lucien rather than defeat them. While her flying broom can be unwieldy and her potions don’t always work as intended, Phi-Phi always stands strong and is more than capable of pulling her weight on the team. She enjoys any moment with friends where she feels connected to them, and spends a lot of her time alone studying alchemy.

[andromedabooks]

American Marauders

I'm full of spite. So American Marauders.

In this AU they're at a boarding school in New England (Ala Dead Poet's Society but slightly less cult-ish). This is mostly a list of their interests in the context of a high school.

James: Football quarterback. Not just because it's the stereotypical position, but because it's actually the most similar to a chaser position and also because it requires advanced knowledge of strategies and leadership skills. He'd also be into the photography and film club. I have no solid reason for this other than vibes. He feels artsy.

Remus: Astronomy club because the moon (original, I know), but also because I think he'd like the quiet and the science of it (there is science to astronomy, calculating orbits and shit). AP lit TA because I KNOW that boy would absolutely crush grading an essay or leading socractics. Similarly, he'd be a part of the school newspaper doing something creative or editorial

Sirius: Not huge on the resume booster extracurricular activities because he's spiteful of his legacy family. He probably was in the school band at the start (clarinet or French horn or something), but he'd quit in favor of guitar or bass. I think he'd join the astronomy club for an excuse to hang out with Remus, and he'd end up actually enjoying it.

Peter: This boy had a job. I feel like he has to have one for necesity purposes (work-study scholarship), but I also think he enjoys the structure of it. He'd work at the campus cafe or something similar. I feel like he'd also do something artistic sort of casually. I feel like he'd enjoy ceramics, it's very meditative. But I don't think he's really all that good at it (sorry Pete, you give me pathetic, untalented energy sometimes)

+ The girls.

Lily: Chem lab TA (I'm biased because I was a chem lab TA). She'd enjoy prepping chemicals and she responsible enough for it. She'd also enjoy the teaching and tutoring that comes with it. She's a good teacher. She'd also be a part of the school newspaper with Remus (that's how they become friends). I think she'd do something more informational or opinions based (maybe covering sports games....)

Mary: Art student. Like fine arts, not theatre. Not biased against theatre kids, it's just not her vibe, though I do think she'd help with set design and painting. In terms of art, I think she's a painter primarily but also ceramics and charcoal drawing and that kind of thing. I think she'd also be interested in some casual crafting related club like knitting or crocheting or something. Just peaceful.

Marlene: Soccer team! A striker or a midfielder I feel. It's the gayest sport I'm sorry. She's extremely committed to it, she runs cross country in the soccer off season to keep in shape. She'd probably be recruited for college. She'd probably be in the GSA (gay-straight alliance in the old days, gender and sexuality alliance in the modern day) but more casually.

Dorcas: Soccer team (also. Gay!). She'd be a goalie though. More patient, more defense oriented. I also feel like she'd be a TA for something history or debate related. I'm thinking either APUSH or perhaps a philosophy and government TA? I feel like she'd be great at that. I also feel she'd be the type with a lot of extra curriculars so perhaps a few more clubs. GSA with Marlene???