#sirius taking care of remus

[lulublack90]

Prompt 4 - Muscle

@wolfstarmicrofic March 4, word count 200

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

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

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

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

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

[atlasdoe]

"James takes care of everyone, but who takes care of James?"

SIRIUS HIS BEST FRIEND WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM!!!! HIS PARENTS WHO SPOIL HIM TO DEATH!!!! REMUS WHO CAN ONLY SAY GOOD THINGS ABOUT HIM!!!!!! LILY HIS FUCKING WIFE!!!!!

[uhhlifeig]

XOXO - Feb. 19th - word count: 232 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin was supposed to be a star student.

That was decidedly hard when his kinda-best-friend-kinda-crush kept on flicking notes onto his desk.

One bounced off his shoulder. Remus turned, glaring at Sirius, before sighing and opening the note. 

It read, Do you think Minnie would let me have a dragon?

Remus sighed again. No, you can barely take care of a cactus, he wrote as a response, before flicking the scrap of parchment back at Sirius.

Sirius frowned as he read the note, and quickly scribbled a reply. The parchment flew right back at Remus, this time hitting his ear.

He unfolded it. There was a new question, this time: Do you think she’d let me have a Hippogriff, then?

No, Remus wrote. He didn’t bother with a reason this time.

The note came flying back at him, this time landing on his desk. 

Remus was so incredibly fed up with Sirius’s antics, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch the grin off of his face or kiss it off.

He opened the note, deigning to entertain him for the time being.

It read, Do you think she’d let me have a boyfriend?

Remus frowned. There was no rhyme or reason to that question… unless, of course-

He flipped the paper over, and sure enough, there was more writing.

Will you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow, Moony? XOXO, Padfoot.

[padfootastic]

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

[lnthestillness]

Prompt - Cold

@wolfstarmicrofic - 399 words

Remus hummed as he poured the warm soup from the pot into a thermos. It was leftover chicken and rice soup from his visit with his Mum the night before, Hope insisting that her soup could heal any ailments. Remus smiled fondly at the memory.

He closed the thermos and made his way upstairs, quietly creeping into their bedroom to see Sirius in a fitful sleep propped up against the headboard. He had a damp towel on his forehead, and his face was flushed and shining with sweat. His breathing was laboured and his brows furrowed. Remus sat down next to him on the bed and gently shook his shoulder.

Sirius grumbled as he stirred. “Mmm— Moony?” He said, blinking blearily up at his husband. His normally bright eyes were bloodshot with heavy purple bags underneath.

“Hey, love,” Remus said, brushing away the hair sticking to Sirius’ face, “I made you some soup. You haven’t eaten all day.”

Sirius sighed. “M’not hungry,” he said. Right after he said this, his stomach grumbled loudly.

Remus raised a brow and Sirius flushed even redder than he already was with the fever. “Are you really not hungry, or are you just worried you won’t be able to keep it down?”

Sirius looked away, biting his lip and pouting petulantly. Remus chuckled lightly.

“I understand,” he said placatingly, “but you need to eat to get better. I can give you a few Gravol to help with the nausea.”

Sirius sighed. “Fine,” he huffed, sitting up straighter so he could drink his soup without spilling. Remus handed him the thermos with the lid off and Sirius wasted no time.

It seemed like Sirius was hungrier than he let on, because the whole thermos was drained in three minutes flat. He licked his lips after taking the last sip, and put the empty thermos on the bedside table.

“See,” Remus hummed, “that was good, wasn’t it?”

Sirius nodded, pressing his eyes shut tight. “M’head hurts…” he groaned.

Remus frowned and shuffled under the blanket next to Sirius, pulling him close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to his hair. “I know, love,” he said, “I’m sorry you got a cold so close to Christmas.”

“Better be gone by then,” Sirius grumbled, “I refuse to lay rotting in bed alone on Christmas.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “Like I’d ever let you be alone on Christmas.”

[oldmoonshadoes]

james if sirius got stuck as padfoot

[sevilynne]

Sorry in advance, I'm going to rant here a bit.

Why do 80% of Snaters have to bring his looks into the discussion? Like, the way he looks has nothing to do with his character! I just saw another post calling him a "disgusting, oily, ugly man" in their rant on how he is an evil person, like... I look, apart from being a woman, exactly like him. Like, I 100% match the book description. Crooked teeth, shoulder long hair that gets greasy way to quickly, big, hooked nose, dark eyes, too skinny, walks in a "gliding" way: that's me! Why do the marauders fans have to do this?! Don't they realize that there are people, who will look like the charakter they hate on? This fucking fandom made me so insecure about my nose, that I am considering an operation at 19 years old! I just cried for half an hour after seeing jet another post about how ugly Snape is and no wonder he never found love! It just causes so much pain. If they want to hate on Snape's character, fine by me! But why can't they leave the way he looks out of it? Why?

Sorry for freaking out here, but you are one of the few pro Snape accounts one can write to anonymously and I don't want them to be able to figure out who I am. Thank you for reading this messy thing i wrote, it just needed to be said.

I must offer my deepest, sincerest apologies for posts you’ve seen. Alas, Marauder Stans possess a troubling insensitivity and thoughtless disregard for the nuances of character and narrative. In Sev V. S Marauders arguments, when they find themselves cornered without a coherent defense for their beloved quartet, rather than talk about the substantive truths about Sev, they instead throw callous, almost vulgar fixations on his appearance.

Marauder Stans, as fervent as they may be, are often proved problematic. Their disdain for Sev runs so deep that they not only dismiss his importance and erase him from his own circle but also stoop so low to attacking his appearance and ridiculing his poverty.

Marauder Stans seem to revel in disparaging Sev, often going out of their way to strip him of any redeeming qualities. It's that they take pleasure in rewriting his narrative, erasing his virtues and amplifying his flaws, making a one-dimensional caricature that serves their biases. It's a weird thing, revealing more about their own prejudices than about Sev himself.

Your appearance is a distinctive and beautiful part of who you are, but it does not, in any way, define your value or your capacity to be loved and cherished. Those who resort to attacking someone’s looks often do so because it’s the quickest, most mindless way to inflict pain. It says more about their own insecurities than it does about you. You deserve to be appreciated for the incredible person you are, far beyond the surface.

Please remember that you are so much more than any fictional character, you have your own unique story, rich with experiences and emotions that are entirely your own. Here, you are loved and valued for who you are, regardless of how you look or the way you express your personality.

You can always try to block every Marauders Stan who spews negativity about Severus’s appearance. Hypocrisy is those are often the same people who accuse him of bullying, completely oblivious to the irony of their own actions. They fail to recognize that by mocking an 11-year-old who grew up in the grip of poverty and isolation, they are perpetuating the very behavior they 'condemn'.

Have a pleasant day! (Apologies, I'm bad at comfort. And in summary, they hate Severus's character by itself and it's appearance and NOT because he bullied kids, and people like spewing insults at Severus because he is conventionally unattractive, unlike Potter and Black.)

[elliemarchetti]

My AU Headcanon: after surviving the attack on their house, James had constant nightmares about seeing Lily & Harry dying & Voldemort, Wormtail and Snape taunting for failing them, despite being the great James Potter. It hurt Lily to see her once happy and mischievous husband be in so much pain.

I'm alive! Risen from the ashes like Fawkes!

Lovely anon, thank you for your patience and for sending this prompt, which allowed me to write James from another perspective and analyze his marriage with Lily with a more mature eye.

As always feedback and other suggestions on how to continue this (or any other) story are welcome but I'm also open to having a chat, exchanging headcanons and making moodboards and playlists for your favorite characters/couples.

Words: 700

After years of uncertainty and terror, with heavy casualties on both sides and entire bloodlines wiped out, the war ended, and the Wizarding World celebrated with displays of fireworks and jubilation. He Who Must Not Be Named was dead, just a corpse made of skin and bones buried beside his father in a forgotten graveyard, his remaining followers were locked up in Azkaban, and peace reigned once again, an outcome Lily failed to truly believe in as she held little Harry to her chest on the darkest nights, in fear it could be their last moment together. They had been lucky to survive Pettigrew's betrayal, something he did not, and Lily was grateful for every quiet day she was allowed to live, but James hadn’t gotten over the tension and the constant fear as well as she did. When there was light outside, from breakfast until he put Harry to bed, everything seemed fine despite the purplish dark circles under his eyes, and at work he was his usual mischievous self, at least according to Sirius, but when he got under the covers, once he had given a kiss to his wife and they both turned off the lamps on their respective bedside tables, he became a mess, clinging to her body as if she was a lifeline. The nightmares hadn’t given him a full night’s sleep for months now, and if sometimes he didn’t feel like talking, if sometimes the only thing that soothed him was sinking into Lily, taking her in desperation, letting her gentle words of encouragement and muffled moan ground him, during others he was more inclined to dialogue.

“He killed you,” he had murmured one night, heavy tears sliding down his sunken cheeks. “You were dead, and he… Harry… I couldn’t do anything but watch.”

It was like this, between stammers and fragmented sentences, that Lily discovered what was plaguing her husband’s sleep, a sense of guilt he shouldn’t have felt, an anxiety he couldn’t leave behind.

“It’s not my fault, Snivellus, it’s not my fault!” he had shouted on another occasion, before sitting up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat.

“Dad?” Harry had called from the small corridor dividing their rooms, rubbing his eyes with the small fist.

“Dad had a bad dream, love,” Lily had quickly explained, as he guided him back to bed. “Every now and then it happens to adults too.”

“Can you give him this, then?” her son had asked, with the innocence only children possess, handing her one of the stuffed animals he usually slept with. “It will protect him from monsters.”

“He will appreciate it very much,” she replied, taking the fuzzy Welsh Green, his favourite birthday gift from uncle Remus.

“Did I scare him a lot?” James asked, defeated and worried, as soon as she closed the door behind her.

“No, but he wants you to have this, to protect you from monsters,” she answered, passing him the stuffed animal. He stared at it for a while, as if seeing it for the first time, or glimpsing something in his black plastic eyes, and then he hugged it tightly, curling up his knees and bowing his head until his dishevelled hair almost touched his arms. Seeing him like this, it was evident how young he actually was, how the weight of the carefreeness the war took away from them weighted on his hunched shoulders.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, breaking the heavy silence engulfing the house. “I wish I was stronger, I wish I had been able to do more, but instead I had to hide like a rat, I had to wait for others to defend my family for me.”

“We’re all alive, and that’s enough,” was all Lily could say as she caressed his bare back, where the bones of his spine visibly protruded. When had he gotten so thin? When, among the pile of things he had to care about, had he stopped considering eating a priority? Just two more questions to add to the thousand she would have to find an answer, a solution, to alone, so as not to break the young man who that night slept hugging his son’s stuffed dragon.

[inevitablestars]

take care of you and yours

Act II, Part III - out now

“Andy is bringing dinner. Though you probably heard that. Never mind that then. The day is almost over but maybe tomorrow we can find your art supplies and draw or paint. We don’t have to talk, but we could do something.” He tries to ease into it, attempting to make his voice as calm and smooth as possible.   Of course they don’t say anything.  “Everyone is asking about you. Even if they aren’t over here sitting with you all the time, they’re asking.”  Not even a blink.  “I’m just glad you’re alive. Everyone is glad that you are.” His voice hitches and he swallows down the sob that comes with the thought that they almost weren’t. The feeling that hasn’t left his chest since the moment he thought they weren’t.  He watches them blink this time, and then their head turns slowly. Regulus holds his breath, hoping and praying that they are making progress. That they will show any sign of emotion or acknowledgement. That they will feel the love that everyone has for them.  For a second, the shortest and longest moment all in one, he waits. He’s still falling. Free falling through the air, but this could be the hand that grasps him. That pulls him into safety. Time stops as he waits for them. He’s been waiting for a long time, for what he isn’t sure. Right now he’s waiting for them to come back to life. In the days since their attempt, they haven’t fully been revived yet. That’s the thing he’s only just realised. But now, they’re coming back.  “I’m not.”  With those two little words, Regulus feels his heart shatter. 

[cursedwithwords]

James: Lyall, why is there a huge pair of rusty iron scissors on the dresser in Teddy’s room?

Lyall: Don't close those.

James: Yeah they're rusted to hell I don't think I could if I tried. What are they for?

Lyall: Ward off the faeries so they don't kidnap my grandson.

James:

James: That’s valid.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius found Peter sitting by a tree near the lake.

Sirius hated apologizing. Even if he knew he was at fault.

Vulnerable Sirius dared to crawl his way to the surface when he let guilt overfill him and Sirius couldn't let him appear.

Although James was right. Sirius had been awful and mean with the lad. Sometimes they bothered Peter so much that Sirius didn't know when he was crossing the line. Sirius hated how awful he was. James was so much better than him.

"There you are, Wormy" Sirius said, trying to sound cheerful. "What'chu'reading?"

Peter took a deep breath and tossed aside the comic book that he was obviously reading.

"What do you want?"

"I'm gonna sit down"

Peter didn't say anything as Sirius took a seat beside him. Peter was the worst when he was angry. James never lasted long because Sirius immediately asked for forgiveness, and James was a kind forgiving soul. And with Remus, Sirius could say dumb things and make a pout or funny faces until Remus giggled. With Peter, Sirius didn't have no clue of what to do.

"I came to apologize, Pete..."

"Because Prongs sent you?" Peter interrupted "Save your fake breath, Sirius"

God, this was difficult.

"Yes, Prongs sent me" he snapped "But I came here because I wanted as well. I am not James's lapdog"

"Doesn't seem like it" Peter murmured.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sirius didn't know how to talk with this boy. He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Sirius said "But what I said about your girlfriend is true. She is a bitch. And she hates me. She hates us, she said so"

"I don't believe you!"

"Why would I be making that up?" Sirius groaned "What would I gain by doing that?"

"Attention! Like always, Sirius" Peter tutted "You're just jealous that I have a girlfriend and you don't"

"That's bullshit!"

Sirius always knew that Susan had something weird about her. It was the intense hateful way she stared at the boys whenever Peter brought her. She acted all goodie goodie, though. Until she showed her true colors with Sirius.

"I am sick and tired of how you put my Petey down". She had snapped at Sirius one time "You think you are the center of attention, don't you? You think everyone wants to hear you speak and speak like a lunatic. You disgust me!"

Susan hadn't sounded so intimidating with her braces and colorful bows. But then when she acted so innocent, making Sirius sound like a crazy person, he saw her true evil side.

"What do you have against me? What did I ever do to you?" Sirius dared to ask.

"I just hate boys like you. Who put others down because they feel superior. You think you have some stupid special right because you are a pretty rich boy? I'm going to make sure Peter stops being your friend, he deserves better"

It had been weeks of Sirius trying to convince his friends that he wasn't crazy and that Susan was not the angel everyone thought. She had said horrible things about the boys when nobody was around. But of course, Sirius was always the bad guy. Reckless, rebel, heartbreaking Sirius vs the sweet innocent of Peter's girlfriend.

"Everything is about me, yeah?" Sirius scoffed angrily "Of course I am so selfish"

Sirius cared about Peter at the end of the day. And he deserved better than bloody Susan. Sirius had the need to punch her face everytime he saw her.

"What's your problem with Susan?" Peter spat.

"She's not the person you think she is"

"I think I know my girlfriend pretty well, thank you very much..."

"Pete, I swear that she secretly hates us, your friends... She has something against me, especially... "

"Why don't you go shag one of your many many girls and leave me alone!?" Peter was yelling. Sirius had never seen him this angry. "You know, Sirius. You might be accustomed to have all the girls drooling for you in line. You get bored with one and you go after another. You have a pretty face and a rich ass. But that's not the reality for everyone. Not for me..."

Sirius wanted to say it wasn't nice to have everyone wanting a fake version of him. They just liked an empty pretty face but nobody would actually love the real him.

"Want to know what is that I like most about Susan?" Peter continued "I know she might not be the most beautiful girl in the planet but she cares for me, she loves me. And when she met you and Prongs, she didn't even bat an eye..."

"Because she hates us" Sirius mumbled to himself.

"You know how many girls had come to me only to ask about you or Prongs, do you know how that made me feel? Susan is that first girl who is interested in me... Only me!"

There were surely girls at Hogwarts that fancied Peter, right? Better girls than Susan. Although Sirius had to admit he hadn't considered how Peter was feeling.

"Pete, I can help you find another girl, a better girl..."

"Would you stop?" Peter snapped "Susan is the one I want! I love her! Do you know what love feels like?"

Sirius was taken aback. Love? Weren't they too young to be in love?

"Of course you don't" Peter shook his head "You only love yourself"

"That's not true" Sirius wanted to cry for how furious he was.

Everyone thought life was easy for him because he had money, because he had a pretty face and girls fancied him. Peter had no idea how much Sirius tried to be cool and not to crumble down. He was too scared of actually falling in love with someone, opening up to someone. His mother was right, nobody would stand him. The real him. They eventually would leave him.

Maybe Susan was seeing the truth. Maybe she was right to hate him. Maybe even Peter deserved a better friend that him.

"I'm sorry, Pete"

Sirius was really sorry. Not for what he said about Susan. The bird was bunkers. But because of the horrible friend he had been with Peter. They were close mostly because of James. They didn't have much in common except how they hated themselves.

Sirius did care for Peter. He might not been his favorite person and best friend like James. But Sirius liked the little man.

"You are an important friend for me" he added "Let's not let a girl get between us"

Sirius was going to unmask Susan. He deserved better.

"You don't fancy her, do you?"

Sirius almost laughed.

"Bloody hell no!"

Peter pursed his lips "Fine" then he smiled, deciding to believe Sirius. "I forgive you"

Sirius needed to be patient. Be a good friend.

Sirius faked a smile.

In that moment, the wicked witch arrived. And this time, it was not his mother, but Susan herself.

"There you are Peteby, I've been looking everywhere for you" she said as he gave Peter a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Sirius rolled his eyes without discretion.

"Oh hey, Sirius" that bitch was even smiling innocently.

"Hey" Sirius snapped angrily but then he noticed Peter frowning and he added "Hey, hey.... Susan"

At least he was trying.

Susan turned to Peter.

"Want to go and have a walk, baby?" she asked "It's a nice day, isn't it?"

What hurt Sirius the most was how much Peter beamed. Apparently the girl made Peter happy. Sirius didn't want to break his heart.

"Yeah, sure let's go"

They rised to their feet. Sirius was sick when they held hands.

"See you later, Sirius" Susan smiled fakely again but she pushed him as she passed by and Sirius heard her as she whispered "I told you to stay away from my boyfriend, arsehole"

"Fuck you" Sirius whispered back.

"What?" Peter asked.

"See you!" Sirius said louder, faking a smile "I said see you"

Sirius really wanted to be a good friend, he thought as Susan was giving him an evil look behind Peter's back. Would it be a good decision to make Peter realize the witch he was dating? Or he should just ignore it and let him be happy?

Sirius wished he wasn't alone in this. Sirius wished his friends would believe him. But of course they didn't. He was a mess.

[padfootastic]

if you’re writing james & sirius in a way that atleast one person doesn’t ask ‘are those two dating’ then sorry but that’s actually two random OCs with familiar names

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

Hate to say it, but I am a Severus Snape hater

I've had a crush on my friends, and they dated someone I didn't approve of... but I never called my friend a slur cause of it

[sophsicle]

ahahah regulus being remus and sirius first adopted child is so accruate, it just fits too well yk

first and only

marriage and children might be some people's idea of a happy ending but tis not mine

like truly would rather they die honestly, would be less tragic 2 m3

[diamondmeadow]

Mid-week Snippet

Tagged by the lovliest @lovelymasks for this. Twice. While I was waiting for the actual mid-week, another tag has come <3 Tagging forward - @ohyou-pretty-things, @euripidestrousers, @tealeavesandtrash. No pressure though.

But this clearly must be a sign. Considering my current state of mind.

So what follows is the start of the third chapter of my oldest HP multichapter WIP, that I haven't updated for almost a year. Here's to hoping this makes me accountable enough to finish this asap and post before the actual year passes.

It isn’t until a week after their midnight conversation when Sirius starts earnestly considering purchasing that leash Remus requested. He’s reminded when he finds himself in a pet shop where James drags him with an excuse of needing help with buying and hauling some cat food into his car. The shop has a clearance sale of his and his wife Lily’s orange tabby’s favourite food, and it seems James is planning on buying out the shop. “Christ, can you be any cheaper, Prongs?” Sirius snorts as James explains and points towards a pyramid of stacked cans and dry food underneath. Pouting, James shakes his head and swats his arm. “Pet food is bloody expensive these days, Sirius,” he tuts playfully and makes his way towards the shopping assistant to talk discounts. Sirius only rolls his eyes in amusement and finally looks around. Without a specific target in his mind, his eyes easily wander to a display wall with collars and leashes. A tingling sensation at the back of his neck forces him to scratch at it, a little too forcefully. The tingles stay nevertheless. The truth is Sirius has been thinking about Remus and their banter every day since they met for the first time last Monday. But in an attempt to stall a permanent hard-on, Sirius hasn’t dared venture further than the memory of their mutual handjob (as if that was any better). His thoughts have definitely not gone as far as the leash and collar, and what Remus might want to do with them when they see each other in the next 5 days, 7 hours—Sirius glances at his wrist watch—21 minutes and 17 seconds. Fuck. Who is he trying to lie to? It’s not that Sirius has succeeded in preventing that one particular talk they had from swirling inside his head, it’s not like that at all. As a matter of fact, that conversation has been all that was trying to make its way to the forefront of his mind these past few days. It doesn’t help that it is permanently logged on that bloody app either. The only thing Sirius is able to do to deal with it is intense wanking sessions and more mindless scrolling through the app where he encountered Remus (very fruitless when your mind is set on one thing and one thing only, well, one man). But it has only made that itch to message Remus again more intolerable within him. Still, there is something stopping him from doing exactly that, perhaps his not so irrational fear of Remus getting annoyed with him. Perhaps his own very rational realisation that he has been acting slightly more obsessive than it’s acceptable in this situation. Besides, Sirius doesn't get it either. He’s no stranger to hook-up culture. He’s the cool one. Level-headed. Reasonable. He is. Usually. This is just casual. Nothing but that. Lily’s words resound in his head then. A sport jacket is casual, Sirius, fucking someone is not. She would still probably laugh at him. Well, if only he could help himself. But victorious deeds keep you hopeful and eager, and what were his last texts with Remus if not a little victory? Sirius runs his hand over his face to remind himself to get it together and with a careful step, avoiding more piles of pet food, he approaches the leather collars.

[silverameco]

of course i'm not okay, i think daily about James Potter going through the worst heartbreak ever when Regulus got the dark mark, and not being able to tell anyone because no one knew about them, and being Sirius' emotional support, and pretending to still be a ray of fucking sunshine

thanks for asking tho