#sneaky remus

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Inhale

@wolfstarmicrofic June 21, word count 410

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It didn’t take long for there to be a battle between Remus, Sirius, James and Peter on the backs of inflatable animals. Sirius had picked a flamingo and Remus had a seal. 

“Charge!” Sirius shouted, and they all violently kicked at the water, awkwardly propelling them towards each other. Sirius’s flamingo bounced off the side of Peter’s unicorn. Somehow, Sirius’s barrage knocked Peter off-centre and his unicorn flipped over, taking Peter with it into the cool water. 

Remus had taken his eyes off James while he watched Peter roll. That had been a mistake.

“Hi,” James whispered loudly beside him and shoved him into the water. 

He broke back through the surface quickly but managed to inhale a mouthful of water as he rose. He coughed and spluttered, trying to clear his lungs. An idea popped into his head. He ducked beneath the gentle waves and disappeared from view. He could hear the frantic shouting of Sirius’s voice as he swam beneath James’s hippo. 

Silently he rose from the depths and, as he’d expected, everyone was looking at the spot he’d last been. 

“Surprise, dickhead!” He cried as he launched himself out of the water, tipping the hippo over and dumping James in the water. 

“Victory!” Sirius cheered. “Nice one, Remus!” He blew an exaggerated kiss at Remus and Remus took a bow the best he could in the water. 

They’d been the first in the water, and they were the last to leave. They’d been relaxing, floating in a circle around each other until Ms Hooch called over to them.

“Five more minutes and my shift is over, so you’ll have to get out, boys,” They swam over to the dock and hauled themselves out. 

"Let’s go get changed and head over for dinner,” James suggested, as he helped Peter out of the water. They all nodded, feeling the chill from being in the water for so long. They hurried back to the cabin as quickly as they could. Remus grabbed James’s t-shirt from the end of the dock as they walked by, realising yet again that his scars were on show and apart from Snape, no one had said a thing. Sirius took his hand and squeezed it as if he knew what was going through his mind.

"You're beautiful," He murmured into his ear. Maybe he could read Remus's mind. Remus blushed, no one had ever called any part of him beautiful, well apart from his mum. 

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[nikolai-alexi]

Sirius: you absolutely cannot date my brother, James! No! Absolutely not! Literally anyone else!

James: …what about your cousin?

Sirius: sure, fine, whatever, just not my brother!

James: *with a shit eating grin* hey regulus go on a date with me? your brother said it’s fine

Regulus: wow never thought we’d get Sirius’ blessing, how sweet

Sirius: JAMES!!!

James: what?! You said I could date your cousin!! I just neglected to mention that said cousin was ALSO your brother

[spiritstar477]

okay but what if james and sirius think that lily and remus are secretly dating so they make a plan to follow them on prefect rounds and they’re just chatting and shit the whole time but remus totally hears them following so he’s being extra friendly with lily (who’s all for hugging and holding hands with her bestie) and when they get back remus climbs into sirius’ bed like “did you learn what you’d hoped?” and sirius is all red and blushy and cute like “whaaaaaat?” and they kiss and touch bits or something idk i think it’d be cute

[isthoughts]

James Potter is an international treasure.

[ziglikesrain]

at what point did it stop being a “harry potter phase” and become a “making a miniature version of what i imagine sirius and remus’s apartment would look like out of cardstock” phase

[fallingstarsburn]

remus john lupin <3

[floralembarrassment]

Move with the Melody (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was walking home from the library. While he had on a long coat and boots, his forgotten mitts left his hands to be bitten by the frigid air. It was sunny, but deceptively so. He could not wait for warmth of the fire to thaw his skin and a cup of tea to curl his hands around. He walked, trying not to sound too out of breath when strangers passed. As music flooded his ears, he fell too deep into the lyrics.

I watch you go, go away, go away, miles more than before

I’ll watch and wait, watch and wait, watch in place, where we were before

He blinked and brought himself out of it. If his phone wasn’t underneath his many layers he would’ve changed it. He should’ve changed it anyway but Regulus never did what he should do.

You'll settle down, settle down in your town, with new friends, to hold

Hold, hold me down, with your smile and with your frown, Oh those times were yesterday

Oh and those days, they weren't gold, they were fine, take your fool's gold

I won't settle down, for the past and not the now

I'll move on

Fuck, Regulus thought. Today was too much of James. James did live rent free in Regulus’ mind, but the eviction was long overdue. He tried to shake it away as he tugged his zipper down haughtily and searched for his phone, quickly switching it to the next. He didn’t care what played, as long as it wasn’t that.

His ears were filled quickly with a piano concerto. He sighed deeply, and took in a sharp breath of the cold air, focusing on the instruments. No. 21, he thought, hmmm C Major, Mozart obviously. He scrunched his nose, but this version was likely the London Mozart Players. He didn’t mind this version, and loved playing this piece honestly.

He focused on the music as he walked and walked, playing it over and over again until finally he reached his flat. Maybe Remus would be home and want to play chess with him. He needed to distraction, because just stepping through the doorway brought memories of James pushing him up against it. He didn’t want to think about James--couldn’t think about James. James didn’t want him anymore, and he needed to move on.

He wished he could just play through the missing him part like song, skipping it when it was too loud or too annoying or he simply did not want to hear it anymore. Everyone keeps telling him its his own fault, or well maybe its his own thoughts, he can’t really tell anymore. His thoughts spiralled into berating himself as the kettle boiled and clicked off.

He finished making his tea, his thoughts landing on: you shouldn’t even be surprised, who could love you anyways, and moved to sit at the piano. He needed to get out of himself. Aside from scratching all of his skin off, playing was the only thing that would let out the bubbling in his blood. He let his attachment, his physicality of the music, the muscles and arch of his back lead him out of his mind.

Remus came home to a terribly solemn tune, and immediately understood why. Remus moved quickly to sit with him, and the pair may have been the suffer in silence type, they often found comfort in each other’s shared silence.

By the end of the night, Remus had only asked one question: “Do you want to talk about?”

Regulus had only given one response: “It is James,”

So they both knew that meant it was better off left unsaid.

I watch you go, go away, go away, miles more than before

But I, I won't wait, I won't wait, I won't wait

I've moved on

[lunapwrites]

LTL Harry: I'm never speaking to Remus again, he can go fuck off to Antarctica for all I care, hope he drowns.

LTL Wolfstar:

For filth, you say?

[siriuslybea]

Remus: *walking back into the kitchen after going to the restroom and seeing that he's eating a slice of cake out of a frying pan* Sirius, baby boy, you can't have cake for breakfast.

S: *looks him dead in the eye as I take another bite* It's a pancake, perfectly valid breakfast.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(also adding to remus--

one of my fav things about ten reasons remus (actually...a lot of the versions i write of him lol) is he literally throws tantrums in public places and has no qualms about it.

our first intro to remus in ten reasons is him throwing a full wine glass on the ground in the middle of a party and then storming out with his middle finger in the air.

later on we see him fling his credit card at his ex; and even later we see him pick up a hammer and just wreck his door.

in No Matter the Wreckage, he's out here publicly pouting about sirius with another boy like "well he smells and he's short so there" and he simply doesn't care!!

postcard from paris he's out here BOLDFACE lying about having a plus one to a wedding, doing a bad job of it, and still sticking to his guns about it. "yeah I'm lying and i know you know I'm lying but i simply do not care and here i am"

its absolutely ridiculous and i love him for it.)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Degrees

@jegulus-microfic June 22, Word count 961

Previous part First part

James said, I love you. He actually said it and he’d said it back. Regulus couldn’t hide the goofy grin on his face. He quickly got changed, made the bed and picked his poor lion up off the floor. He gently put him in the centre of the bed, protecting it from intruders, before he accepted James’s hand and headed downstairs to breakfast. 

Out of the comfort of his bed, his mind began buzzing again. He really needed to sort out this whole Barty thing. He didn’t know where he was living now, so he couldn’t confront him, and he’d deleted and blocked his phone number, even if he could remember the number, this was something that he needed to do face to face. He pulled out his phone and looked up the mechanic who picked Barty up last night. His shop was only round the corner. 

Luckily, after breakfast, Sirius challenged James to a game of Mario Kart, and knowing his brother it would turn into hours of play. 

“Hey, I’m just popping to the shop, does anyone want anything?” He asked as he picked up his coat and a set of keys. 

“Tony’s, the salted caramel one, please,” Sirius said through gritted teeth as he tried to turn with his controller as if it would actually help, James still managed to pass him. 

“James?” 

“Er, same as Sirius, that sounds good,” He said, now holding his controller at an odd angle, copying Sirius. A banana flew out of the back of his car, causing Sirius to almost spin off the track. It seemed to work for James.

“Shall I come with you?” Remus asked kindly. Regulus shook his head. 

“No, no, you stay here. I’m only getting a couple of things anyway.” He crinkled his eyes, trying to make his smile look genuine, but by the suspicious look on Remus’s face, he was failing spectacularly. He quickly walked out of the front door and set off in the opposite direction of the shop. 

Evans Mechanic came into view and his step faltered. Was he really going to try to find Barty? 

The garage was surprisingly clean for a mechanic. He stepped further in and could hear the angry mutterings of someone under the Honda Civic parked over the pit.

“Come on you little bitch, move!” The someone growled. There was a loud squeak and a cheer. “Yes baby, I knew you had it in ya!” 

“Er, hello?” Regulus asked nervously. He jumped when a metal tool was dropped to the ground and Evan appeared from under the car. 

“Regulus?” Evan looked around nervously, “What are you doing here?” 

“I need to know how to get hold of Barty. I need him to understand that we’re over,” Evan’s eyes darted to the door Regulus had just walked in through. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Regulus. I’ll keep him away, okay, but the more he sees you the more he’s going to want to see you.” Just then the door opened again and Barty appeared with a Greggs bag in his hand. The smell of the sausage rolls wafted in, filling the small garage with its moreish scent. 

“Reg?” Barty’s eyes went wide.

“Damn it,” Evan groaned. “Use the office. If it gets too heated I’m breaking it up, do you understand?” Barty walked over to Evan and pushed the bag of food into his hands. Evan hissed something that Regulus couldn’t quite hear before Barty rolled his eyes, but nodded. “I mean it, Barty,” Evan said louder as Barty stalked through the door into the office. 

The office was small. It was full of paperwork and smelled of oil. There was a computer chair behind the cluttered desk. Barty took that one and gestured for Regulus to take the one on the other side of the desk. 

Regulus slowly lowered himself onto the blue plastic seat.

“Go on then,” Barty sneered, his lips curling into a scowl. “Let’s hear it.” He leaned back on the chair and put his scuffed boots up on the desk, somehow avoiding all the paperwork.

“Barty, look,” Regulus started. “We don’t work, we never have.” He really should have rehearsed what he was going to say to him, but it was too late now. “I have James now, and I need to be able to find out if we’re going to go anywhere, without the fear that you’re going to pop up and ruin it. Please, Barty, please let me go, please,” He begged, lowering his head. He was exhausted from all this drama. 

“And why would I do that?” Barty huffed a laugh. Regulus felt anger bubbling inside him. Why wouldn’t Barty just let him go?

“JUST FUCK OFF BARTY!!!” He screamed, hot, angry tears began to push their way out of his eyes. 

A commotion in the garage stopped him from continuing. The door burst open and Remus swept in. 

“Reggie, out,” He ordered. Barely able to see with the tears streaming down his face, he ran out of the room and right into Evan. Remus slammed the door shut and locked it. 

“Er, do I need to worry about that?” Evan asked warily. Regulus shrugged as he furiously wiped the tears from his skin. 

A minute later, Remus unlocked the door and walked out without a care in the world. 

“Ready to go home?” He asked pleasantly, linking Regulus’s arm and walking them out. Regulus waved at Evan and managed to catch a glance of a very pale-faced Barty. He flinched when he saw Remus walking by. Regulus wondered what the sweet, kind Remus he knew had said to Barty for that kind of reaction. "Don't worry, he won't be bothering you again," Remus told him as they headed home.

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[nb-motherfuck]

no one knew the marauders were animagi because all of them could keep secrets very well if needed

[lostmykeysie]

It’s windier up in the Peak District, the pleasantly warm breeze pushing Remus’s too-long curls back off his sweat dampened forehead. His freckles have been out in full force for the last few weeks since the unusually warm sun had settled, and the skin across his nose and at the tops of his cheeks feels perpetually tight. It’s the only part of him that ever burns; the rest of him—where the sun has shone, at least—is a warm bronze that gets deeper by the day, his scars looking brighter and whiter where they slash across his body. 

It’s strange. The older Remus gets and the more self-acceptance he has for himself, the better he’s able to deal with the insecurity that used to slice him into pieces worse than the Wolf, and yet he’s never before felt quite this settled, this comfortable in his own skin. 

And then he thinks back to last weekend.

Chapter Eight: Remus, July, 1982

The Missing Link

[kaaaaaaarf]

So I watched that episode of Our Flag Means Death where Ed finds the bunny and thinks it's a wolf and thought, what if Remus was a wererabbit and Sirius had no idea? Anyways, have a drabble.

Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy)

Hogwarts Era. 654 words. Wererabbit Remus. G.

Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon. He thought he was sneaky, when he made his way out of the castle before dinner—after the other boys had already left for the Great Hall, but here is Sirius, standing above him with wide eyes. He'd seen the whole thing, the whole transformation—running into the clearing before Remus could even shout at him to stop. Before his body bent and twisted violently into a monster.  Remus' tiny body shakes in fear. Finally, after an impossibly long moment, Sirius seems to come back to himself. "R—Remus? Are you—you're a werewolf?"  …I'm a what now? 

"I thought maybe you were upset about Snape ruining your Potions final when you didn’t follow us down to dinner, so I came back to find you and saw you sneak out of the castle. I decided to  follow you, but I didn't think...Oh my God. You're so...so...cute."  Remus' nose twitches in a way that he thinks sufficiently expresses his shock and distaste. He’s not cute. He’s fearsome! An abomination! Sirius, unafraid, crouches down and strokes a gentle hand over the tawny fur on his back.  Okay, well Remus doesn't hate that.  Sirius scratches behind one floppy ear, and it makes Remus’ back foot twitch. Sirius smiles. "Are you a friend, wolf? Merlin, wait til I tell James about this! Our Moony—a real bloody werewolf!" and then as quickly as he’d appeared, he's gone, running off back toward the castle. It's just as well, Remus is dangerous like this. As much as he would love some company on the moons, one bite is all it would take and he could turn Sirius, too. He couldn't live with himself. Remus has just finished snacking on some grass, and is just about to hop into the underbrush to play chase with the rabbits of the Forest, when Sirius comes running back, this time with James in tow. Great. "See James! That's Remus, he's a werewolf!"  James, who is bent over trying to catch his breath, looks up at him like he's stupid. "That's a rabbit, Sirius." "No...I saw him transform—that’s Remus. He's a werewolf." "At best that's a wererabbit." He looks down at Remus, his face twisted in thought. "Sorry Remus, just a sec. Sirius—" he looks back up at the other boy, pinching the bridge of his nose. “—have you ever actually seen a rabbit before?" "Well, not precisely...Grimmauld is in the middle of London, not exactly teeming with rabbits and the like." "Babbity Rabbity? Surely you've read Babbity Rabbity at least." "I'm pretty sure Babbity Rabbity would never make it into the Black family library. Not macabre enough." James sighs. "Okay well, I’m telling you that's a rabbit." James points down at him, and Remus twitches his nose, hoping it conveys how tired he is.  Sirius stomps his feet, insistent. “But his last name is Lupin, not Lapin! He's Wolfie McWolf, not Bunny McRabbit!” “I’m pretty sure his name has nothing to do with which were-animal decided to take a chunk out of him, Sirius!” Remus tries to hop away while they’re fighting, but Sirius spots him and scoops him up into his arms. “Oh no you don’t! Come on Remus, I’ll sneak you back into the castle—get you something to munch on. What do rabbits eat, anyway? Hay? Flowers?”  Human flesh.  “They eat grass and, like, carrots. Good call though, better get him inside before an actual wolf spots him. Come on, Remus.” And that’s how Remus finds himself, a few hours later, in a soft bed, snuggled under the covers with Sirius’ hand gently resting on his furry back. He supposes being found out isn’t so bad, and if he wakes up in the morning—human again, Sirius spooning against his back, he thinks that might actually be even better.

[number1abbasupporter]

James: you two aren’t that sneaky you know

Lily: yeah, half the school knows you’re dating

Remus:

Remus: you two have no room to talk

Remus: it’s so obvious you’re dating Regulus, James

Sirius: WHAT?!

Lily: *giggling*

Remus: you and pandora aren’t any better either. trust i noticed Lily

Lily:

James:

Sirius:

Peter: he knows everything

[ddejavvu]

begging for more crumbs of obsessed and oblivious best friend james x reader 🫣🫣 it’s gotten out of hand, like how can y’all not see this isn’t normal behaviour 🤭 you guys don’t even bat an eyelash when james and the boys join you for breakfast, james using the exact same spoon that was just in your mouth. hell even minerva noticed the two of you, james resting his head on your shoulder when he’s done with his work, you wearing his jumper more than he does just because his scent brings you comfort, the boys room definitely have more of your things than james in there 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

okay but i genuinely do think sharing clothes/cuddling can be normal friend shit so i chose eating off of the same spoon

--

Marlene offers you the courtesy of sneakiness when she attempts to steal the food off of your plate, but James is beneath that. He doesn't bother trying to spare your feelings, he reaches over and snatches a piece of fruit right out from beneath your hand.

"James," Remus elbows the man, "The bowl's a foot away."

"But she's got all the good pieces," James speaks awkwardly, chin jutted out to prevent juice from flowing down his chin as he devours the grapefruit he'd snatched. And- okay, maybe he's right, maybe you'd picked over the fruit salad until you'd found the ripest, the juiciest, the tangiest pieces you could find, but there's barely anyone left in the dining hall, and you'd have left some if you'd known the boys still hadn't eaten yet.

"It's okay, he's right." You wave James's appalling table manners away, using the napkin in your lap to dab at the sticky juice on his chin despite his best efforts, "I took the good stuff."

"Thanks, bug," James hums, leaning into your doting presses of cloth to his skin, "Y'got any blueberries in there?"

"I ate 'em all," Marlene admits, and you shoot her a glare you'd never dare level in James's direction, "-What? So I can't do it but he can?"

"There's blueberries in my oatmeal James," You ignore her, speaking over the tail end of her indignance lest the man beside you catch on to what she's implying, "You can have some, if you want."

"Thanks again, bug," He grins, taking the spoon from between your fingers and blanketing your residual warmth in the metal with his own large fingers. He dips into the bowl of oatmeal that you'd made yourself, catching two blueberries on the spoon, and pops it into his mouth.

Sirius's own jaw splits to reveal a disgusted expression, and he sings it to the tune of a shaky groan.

"That's so fuckin' gross, mate. She had that in her mouth!"

"And now it's in mine," James speaks around the metal; you'll have to break this terrible habit of his, "S'alright, mate, I accidentally used your toothbrush the other day, and you're still kicking."