#supportive remus

[up-to-some-good]

For my fellow aces: happy international ace day! @wolfstarmicrofic prompt April 6th - magic (~275 words)

Remus hands were everywhere. They were alone in the dorm, but they could have been anywhere surrounded by anyone and Sirius wouldn't have noticed. He was consumed by his boyfriend: Remus's hands under his shirt, scratching light patterns along his spine, Remus's hair, curls twisted between his fingers, Remus's tongue, twisting with his own.

Then Remus's hands reached lower, dipping below his waistband, and Sirius's world stop. His heart was racing and all he could hear was his pulse in his ears.

"Wait, stop," he breathed out.

It was like he'd said the magic word. Remus pulled back immediately, slipping his hands onto Sirius's waist, above his shirt this time. Gold eyes met grey, the former darting back and forth as if eye contact would reveal the problem.

"What's wrong? Are you okay, Pads?" Remus asked quietly.

"I just." Sirius took a breath. "I don't want... I don't want to have sex."

Remus smiled gently.

"That's okay."

"Ever," Sirius continued. "It's just not for me. I don't know."

Remus's expression didn't change. He moved his hands to Sirius's own, untangling his clenched fists.

"That's okay too, Pads," he said. "We don't have to have sex, ever. I'm happy with just kissing, if that's all you want, or cuddling or holding your hand or whatever your boundary is. As long as we're together, I don't need anything else."

Sirius relaxed, moving towards Remus so he could pull him back into their close embrace.

"I love the kissing, and I think I'd die without the cuddles," he whispered. "Thank you for understanding."

Remus pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Thank you for telling me, love."

[heyyallitssatan]

So I saw a headcanons about Janus being colour blind, and when he lies he can see colour for a minute, but no one else knows about it

So here’s my headcanons for how the dark boyfriends sides found out below the cut

Remus and Virgil were watching Disney conspiracy theories on YouTube when Janus came down to see what all the ruckus was about.

As it turned out they had since moved on from Disney conspiracy theories and were currently watching “Ultimate Trump Fail Compilation”. They were dying of laughter when they noticed Janus standing there staring at them.

They pulled him onto the couch and rewinded to the last clip, and watched Janus as he watched.

He fought back a smirk as he said in his usual deadpan tone, “Well that wasn’t the highlight of my day.”

They died, right then and there, all over again, Janus brand of deadpan sarcasm had always managed to get them going, especially when they were already giggly.

And with that one little lie, Janus saw something he had never seen before; Virgil’s eyeshadow had turned purple.

With every lie that Janus told, he got to experience colour vision for a moment, something he lacked the rest of the time, and given that, along with how little Virgil relaxed enough to make a colour change, this was the first time he had ever seen it.

“Virgil, your eyeshadow, it’s… purple.”

He had scrunched his face up in a look of confusion, something that Virgil’s over analysing brain took to mean he didn’t like it, as such, the eyeshadow started to lose its newfound colour, which Janus didn’t notice, thinking it was just his vision fading.

Remus popped up right in time to almost save it, “Of course it is J-anus”

And in a small, vulnerable voice, Janus asked, “Has it always been purple?” As he looked away from Virgil.

“Of course not Janny, only when he’s happy, and the storm cloud over there doesn’t do that often,” Remus responded, indicating to Virgil, who was still confused and staring silently.

The smallest ‘oh’ escaped his lips, as he stared down at the ground.”

“How could you not know that, it might be rare but he’s done it around us plenty enough for you to notice, I mean, even I did.”

While was faltering for words to write this off, some suave lie that would get him out of this and show him if there were any other colours he had missed Virgil seemed to at least somewhat piece together part of the puzzle.

“…You’ve never seen it change, have you?”

“No.”

“How have you never looked at me long enough to see it?”

“What? No, it’s not that, it’s not that at all, the truth is…”

“Come on Jan, tell us.”

“…I’m not colour blind.”

“Oh Jan, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” came from Virgil at the same time as Remus’, “Why the hell didn’t you tell us?”

“I…don’t know. I just…”

Virgil sighed, “It’s okay Jan, we can talk about it later, for now, let’s just watch the video.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what we should do.”

“Ok then, you want to explain?”

“…Yes.”

“C’mon work with us here, we gotta pick something.”

“Yea J-anus, explain, we’re just dying to know,” Remus responded as he mimicked some strange death scene, maybe Romeo?

“Fine…I’m not colour blind, and when I lie I can’t see colour.”

“Oh Jan…”

“Don’t, don’t pity me.”

“It’s not pity J-anus, he’s beating himself up for never realising, something he should stop doing before I turn in a brain eating amoeba a feat all the bad thoughts.”

“You are the bad thoughts?”

“Oh…I’ll eat myself then, starting now!”

“Yes of course Remus, you absolutely should,” Janus drawled out while he pulled Remus’ hand out of his mouth.

The night continued similarly, important conversations being had in between bouts of goofing off, mostly from Remus. He did it whenever one of them started thinking too much, they’d always had a bad habit of that, but it seemed to work, so he kept doing it.

Eventually all of the necessary explanations and talking had happened, and now they had to decide what to do. So naturally they chose for Janus to tell blatant lies over and over, so that he could see different colours they were showing him. It became a game of them describing the colours to him, then showing him, which seemed to make him laugh quite a bit. They also discover that when one of them lied Janus could see their colours, like their hair and clothes.

But of all the talking they had done that night, they had never really brought up Virgil’s eyeshadow again, but it stayed purple the rest of the night, and they realised that the white strike in Remus’ hair could glow radioactive green when he got excited.

At the end of the night, which was actually the beginning of the morning, they had shown Janus all of the colours they could imagine, so they asked him which was his favourite. He responded, in a quiet tired voice while he stared up at them from whatever strange pile they had found themselves in, where limbs went numb and melded together and no one really knew where they ended and someone else began, “Not purple, or green,” in an effort to see them one last time before his eyes finally slipped shut.

Virgil and Remus fell asleep just the same, but not before quietly admitting they they quite like yellow too.

[faerycross]

sirius: i hate it when an artist covers a song and changes the pronouns like can't you just be gay for three minutes

remus: just the other day you were changing the pronouns to an hozier song...

sirius: and that's the same thing how?

remus: can't you just be straight for three minutes?

sirius: ew, what the fuck is wrong with you?

[labyrinthhofmymind]

james potter 🤝 remus lupin

both becoming murderous maniacs whenever wulburga comes within an inch of sirius and regulus

and when i say murderous maniacs, i mean you can literally see the death in their eyes, the unadulterated rage that pulses throughout their entire body

it’s the most terrifying shit you’ve ever seen in your life, and i know that for a fact

[curiouslymyown]

Regulus, talking to Sirius: hey remember when-

James: oh god

Remus: here we go

Dorcas: it’s okay, we’ve trained for this

Peter: I’ll get the tissues

Pandora: Do you two want some tea? Will that help?

Barty, whispering: Evan, do you remember your line?

Evan, whispering: yeah, don’t worry, I got it

Sirius: What are you guys doing?

Regulus: I was just going to say, hey, remember when it was snowing last Christmas and we built that massive snowman

Remus: oh

James: ohhhh

Pandora: so, no tea?

Peter: guess I got these tissues for nothing

Evan: uhhhh… it’s not your fault?

Barty, whispering: Evan you don’t need to say your line now

Evan, whispering: I know, I panicked!

Sirius: you’re all insane

Regulus: seriously guys, get help

[unbiased-in-haze]

Netflix KAOS, a Summary:

Everyone is fucking crazy. Everything is falling apart. Hades and Persephone are the most normal; there is a blissful portrait to prove it.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Sirius: I can’t believe Regulus liked you! Do you like him back?

James: I do! I really do!

Remus: Yeah but what happens if it doesn’t work out? What if you and Reg break up?

Sirius: Why isn’t it working out?

James: I don’t know, sometimes it doesn’t, Pads

Sirius: Is Reggie not cute enough for you?

James: No!

Sirius: Does he not have enough money?

James: No, I’m just—

Peter: Maybe there’s someone else

James: What?

Sirius: Is there? Is there someone else?

James: No! There is no one else!

Sirius: Then why the hell are you dumping my brother?

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: *in tears*

Roman: *being a comforting brother* I’m sorry this happened Remus. But I have to ask… where did you get this eyeliner? It’s not smudging or anything, I need some-

Remus: *sniffling* It’s sharpie-

[my-castles-crumbling]

Sirius, to James, sighing resignedly: I've decided to try to be supportive of you and my brother. So...I guess you can talk about it if you want. I talk to you about Moony, after all.

James, excited: Oh, great! Well, we went on a date last night!

Sirius, uncomfortable: Oh, that's...that's good. How did it go?

James: Great! We went out to eat and then looked at the stars, it was lovely, really.

Sirius, sighing: Well...that sounds great, Prongs. You really like him, then?

James, happily: He's amazing, Pads! And such a good kisser-

Sirius, standing up and covering his ears: Argh! Moony! I tried! I can't do it! You have to do this, my ears are melting!

[messervixen]

Lily should have survived.

“Harry was saved by his mother’s love-“ Let me stop you right there.

I present to you: James Fleamont Potter.

You’re telling me that James didn’t love Lily and Harry enough to evoke the ancient love magic that Lily saved Harry with?

Mr. “Had an ego the size of a lake but a heart to match it?”

He loved both of them so much that he literally died trying to give them a chance to escape and that wasn’t enough?

I don’t buy it.

The only semi-logical explanation I can come up with is that he didn’t have his wand and maybe you can’t do something like that wand-less but did Lily have her wand?

Even then we’re talking about a guy who literally became an illegal animagus at the ripe age of 15.

He also loves and cares for people so deeply and it was LOVE MAGIC.

Look me in the eyes and tell me James Potter couldn’t have just saved BOTH of them without his wand.

Exactly, you can’t.

Honestly I could go on about all of the reasons James and Lily dying didn’t even make sense.

This is just another thing that makes me question why they died the way they did.

Them dying on an order mission would’ve been more realistic. There were just too many plot holes in them dying in Godric’s Hollow.

In conclusion, the ending of the first war didn’t make sense. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Edit:

Guys this post is not that serious I just mean that everything about what happened that night and the explanation for all of it felt like a stretch and kinda vague to me 😭

Even with the stuff about James not having a choice. Like yeah Voldemort didn’t verbally give him the option to back off but James still made the choice to try and hold him off.

Also James was a Pureblood and Voldemort made it known that he would spare them if they didn’t fight him because his whole thing was blood purity.

So like the “Lily was given a choice” still feels so vague to me.

Also Voldemort making the promise to Snape feels weird. Snape asked him not to kill Lily but Voldemort said that he wouldn’t as long as she didn’t get in his way. And Lily did get in his way of killing Harry so he didn’t break that promise by killing her.

Yeah he probably could’ve just knocked her out or something but he still didn’t break any promises.

And the whole reason Snape joined Dumbledore before the end of the first war is because he didn’t think Lily would just let Voldemort kill her son. He didn’t make an unbreakable vow or anything so Snape knew that Voldemort would probably kill Lily.

[marlsswrites]

Sirius: How’s your classes going?

Remus nearing the full moon: Terrible, I want to stab everyone here.

Sirius: Alright, just don’t get any blood on your new sweater, I’ll be stealing it.

Remus: Aren’t you supposed to reassure me and tell me no?

Sirius crossing his arms dramatically: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

[anunfortunatekinlist]

marauders fans: we separated the art from the artist, this fandom is completely separate from the source material;

also them, will degrade any writer who doesn't write a coffee shop au, or university au, or jegulus in the only acceptable grumpyboyxsunshineboy trope, bullying artists for drawing sirius with body hair, bullying writers for not writing your exact headcanons, not allowing for people to grow their own opinions (aka. making ATYD the "intro-fic"), and not supporting artists and writers who are not the fandoms "it-person" for the week.

Bro at this point give it back to that ugly terf.

[violetteshoneybee]

WIP. (remus lupin x reader)

remus lupin x reader

In which the marauders and their girls are on summer holiday in South of France and Remus realises he wants you.

Warnings: fluff (maybe smut, we’ll see); not proofread!!

Remus had no idea when he agreed to go to the Potter’s summer house in south of France that the summer holidays would go like this. He thought it would be just the four of them boys in a little house. But he did underestimate the Potters wealth a bit.

The taxi stopped in front of the iron gates of a three-story house. The path to the front door was lined by pine trees. Remus could hear some repetitive melody coming from the trees. He attributed that to some kind of grasshopper. The scorching sun, although filtered by the branches, was making the boy’s head ache and sweat. And the noise from what he had gathered to be a cigale was worsening it. Still, he was pleased to discover the house with its walls made of put-together stone, its shutters needing fresh paint, and the small fountain beside the floral arrangement that would go all around the building. James had pushed its faucet to bathe his head in cold water, but Remus was focused on something else now. He had seen someone in the window. Someone he didn’t know would be here.

The door opened in a hurry, and all he could think was, when did he miss that information?

“We were starting to worry, what took you so long?”

“James had forgotten his pacifier, that’s what took us so long. You know how he is when he doesn’t have it.” Sirius climbed the stairs, his sunglasses in his hair and his bag on the shoulder. “Insufferable!” He muttered loud enough for the four girls to hear.

Remus combed his fingers through his hair and took a long breath before opening his mouth

“Well! Hello-”

“What are you doing here? I thought it was just us four!” Peter asked joining Sirius and the others inside.

You stayed in the corner of the door looking at the two boys left.

“Had a nice trip?”

Remus nodded. You looked ethereal in your blue and white sundress, your hair braided together.

“And you? You didn’t wait too long? Lils is not mad right?”

“Don’t start, Prongs.” Remus lifted his luggage. “I like the dress”

“You’ll get burned if you don’t put sunscreen on, Potter.”

“It’s alright, Evans. He’s a big guy.”

“I have some sunscreen if you'd like.”

James shook his head no, not glancing at them, his arm covering his eyes to cover himself. He had decided he was done with Lily Evans. Too much running around, not enough results, he said. And, too busy becoming a better guy, he was not seeing how Lily’s attention toward him had changed. That’s what everyone understood, though.

Remus’s gaze turned from his three friends to the girl getting in the water. You chuckled a bit listening to Lily’s attempt at catching James attention.

“Not too cold?”

You immersed yourself fully in the pool and let yourself float around.

“It’s parfait!”

Remus smiled at your French pronunciation. You and Sirius had been going around throwing random French words in conversation since the first day of the holidays.

“Is it? Should I join you?” You shook your head.

“Don’t ruin it. It feels good like this.” You hummed plunging your head underneath the surface.

Remus looked at how your body moved expertly under the water. The way your hair floated above your shoulders and how sunshine seemed to rain on your back as you swam. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Away from your legs moving so delicately under the water like a dance he did not know of.

He watched you like this the whole time you were enjoying the nice and cool pool in the back garden of the house. He was sitting on a lounging chair in the shadow of a pine tree. He had kept his shirt on despite the warm weather, too embarrassed to show his scarred body. Remus’s face was already reddened by the sun, and some freckles had started to appear on his nose and cheeks. You had found them quite adorable on him. It betrayed his soft personality that you loved so much.

You had been in love with Remus for two years now. Stealing glances at him when you could, but keeping your feelings for yourself. You were worried you might ruin your bond and your friend group dynamic. As if getting serious with Remus would stop you from enjoying time with the others. Particularly if Remus were to reject you. You couldn’t even think of how your friendship would go after that without being embarrassed to death. Still, from time to time, when you were brave enough, you would attempt to flirt with Remus. Just to see if you had a chance, or if he really was too good for you. You were wondering at that moment, fully aware of the attention on your body, if you could say something to him. Your face was red just at the thought of it.

“My eyes are higher, Rem.” You managed to say without stuttering too much. You had swum to him and were now looking up at him through your lashes.

Remus was speechless. You looked so innocent, so beautiful at that moment. He wanted to take a picture of you, just to keep you in his wallet, and maybe, just maybe, sometimes say to strangers, “That’s my girlfriend, isn’t she beautiful?” He dreamed of that, of saying you were his.

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[thistuesdaynight]

y'all, I'm struggling rn

I just read Snape's Worst Memory from canon for the very first time.

I-

[neverenoughmarauders]

Remus ‘always the underdog’s friend’ Lupin was a Gryffindor who could also have been a Hufflepuff.

Nymphadora ‘charges into battles and duel her murderous aunt more than once’ Tonks is a Hufflepuff who could also have been a Gryffindor.