#werewolf remus

[lulublack90]

Prompt 4 - Monsters

@wolfstarmicrofic July 4, word count 979

They were cornered. Before them were an array of pitchforks, knives, various pointed weapons and torches. Sirius wrapped his arms protectively around Remus.

“Get away from him! He hasn’t done anything!” Sirius bellowed at them. The answering cacophony of shouting voices was so overwhelming that Sirius held Remus closer, using his hand to cover the ear that wasn’t pressed against his chest. He used his remaining hand to cover his own ears as best he could. 

The swarm of people pressed in on them, forcing them further into the corner of two houses. “Please, just let us go!” He begged them. Remus was shaking in his arms, he was so scared. Sirius was terrified, but he had to keep a cool head if they were going to get out of this. 

A shot rang out behind the mob and they all turned to see what was happening. Sirius used those precious seconds to escape. He hauled Remus to his feet and half dragged, half carried him out of a tiny gap that had opened up. He ran with him into the forest. 

He didn’t dare look back. He’d heard them yelling moments after they were in the cover of the trees, having realised they’d disappeared. “Come on sweetheart, just a little further,” Sirius urged Remus. Remus’s feet kept stumbling, slowing them down. He’d barely transformed back. He needed rest. But right now, that was the last thing they could afford. “Come on, Remus, keep going. You have to keep going!” Sirius was panting with the effort of helping Remus. 

“Just leave me, Sirius, you escape. I’m just slowing you down. Leave me,” Remus wheezed as he begged Sirius to carry on without him. 

“NO!” Sirius roared at him in disbelief. “If you think for one second that I’d let those monsters have you just because it’s getting a bit difficult, then you have another thing coming!” He stopped for a second and yanked Remus up onto his back before he set off at a slightly faster pace. 

He soon tired. Remus was almost a dead weight on his back and the tree roots were becoming hazardous. They just had to get a bit further, then they'd be safe. The sounds of the mob had lessened as they spread out to search for them. He could hear the braying of hounds as they tried to track them. Unlucky for their pursuers, Sirius and Remus had been all over these woods, so it would be near impossible for the dogs to follow the correct scent. Plus, with what Sirius had planned, he hoped they’d lose the trail altogether.

He pushed on. He was so close he could almost taste it. The final few trees gave way to a wide river. He carefully dropped Remus on the bank and went to drag the little raft he’d made out of the undergrowth where he'd carefully hidden it days ago when the people in the village had started getting antsy before the full moon. He should have moved them on as soon as they started stirring. But he’d shrugged it off, because how would they know? He still couldn’t figure out how they’d figured out how to capture Remus in his wolf form. 

He got the raft into the water, driving the steak attached to the rope into the ground so it didn’t float away. He helped Remus onto the raft and went back for his pack. He pulled out a thick blanket and tossed it over Remus’s shaking form. He pulled the steak from the soft ground and waded out into the icy water, scrambling to get onto the raft. 

He sat down heavily on it and picked up the oar he’d fashioned from a broken branch, ready to steer them when needed. He breathed a sigh of relief once they got out into the middle of the fast-moving river. They should be able to travel further than the villagers could be bothered to chase them and then he could find somewhere warm for Remus to recover. They’d have to find somewhere new for the next full moon, but at least they had a month to sort that out. 

They were coming up to a bend in the river that would take them away from the forest. He tentatively put the branch in the water and began to turn the raft. Slowly it rotated. They were almost upon it when a figure strode out of the tree line, walking right up to the bank. Fenrir Greyback held up a rifle to his shoulder and took aim. 

The crack rang out through the trees, sounding louder than it was. The round blew above his head, missing by inches. Sirius grabbed Remus and rolled them both off the raft. He held Remus tightly around the waist and grabbed the rope. 

The powerful current kept dragging them under as they rushed to the river bend. The rifle shot rang out again. The round plunking into the water to their left. Sirius prayed they’d get out of this alive. 

Another huge drag from the current and they were being carried away from Fenrir. The rifle sounded again but the shot landed behind them somewhere. Sirius chanced a look and saw Fernir lower his weapon. They were moving away too fast for him to chase.

With his remaining strength, he shoved Remus out of the water, then followed him. They both lay flat on their backs panting. No wonder the villagers had known more than they should about werewolves. Fenrir would have told them everything he knew just so he could finally capture Remus after hunting him since he was a teen. They would have to tread carefully for a while now. It had been over a year since Fenrir had been able to track them down, but Sirius wasn’t scared. They were good at disappearing after all.  

[messr-moony-71]

MY WIFE (ao3) IS BACK I LOVE YOU MY DARLING ANGEL DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN <3333

very angsty chapter, kind of love it XD

Moony hurt Sirius during the full moon and although Sirius forgave Remus instantly, Remus couldn't forgive himself for the accident.

Throw in a drunk confession and scars.

All in all, it makes for a very interesting time.

[sliebman10]

Ice Cube

The cool spring sunlight filtered through the trees of the forest. The colors were much more vivid now than they’d been last month, all mossy greens and burnt sienna. Remus stirred on the forest floor and a dog barked close by. Soon, he felt a wet nose sniffing him and then the nose was gone, replaced by human hands, helping him into a sitting position. 

“Moony?” Sirius said, looking at him with concern. 

“Yeah,” Remus managed, though his throat was dry and scratchy from howling. 

Sirius pulled a blanket from the bag of supplies he kept hidden in the forest. “Let’s not have you turn into an ice cube, ok?” he said, wrapping the blanket around Remus. He nodded against Sirius’s chest. “Are you in any unusual pain?”

“No.”

“Alright if I apparate us, darling? I want to get you warmed up.”

Remus nodded once, letting his head loll against Sirius as he felt the pull of apparition and then the warmth of their house. 

Word Count: 156

@wolfstarmicrofic

[leeu16337]

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter - background, Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black & Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Bisexual Remus Lupin, First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Marauders Era (Harry Potter), It's not about Sirius, (this should be a regular tag for this pairing), Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter Friendship, Not Beta Read, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Kinda, Regulus Black is a Little Shit, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Werewolf Remus Lupin, Lyall and Hope are good parents, (Well they try), Sirius Black Being an Asshole, morally grey everyone, Remus is obsessed with Regulus idk what to tell you Summary:

'“Pick up a book for me?”

The boy from the Slug Club, Sirius’ brother, stood by the other side of the table. He held both hands in front of his body, enhancing the prefect badge that shone on his chest. The green of Regulus Black’s Slytherin robes glowed in the faint light of the library.

"Pardon me?"

"Can you pick up a book for me? I can't reach it.”

“You’re Sirius’ brother."

It wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been one from the second the boy had mocked him for wearing Sirius’ tie at the party. Remus cringed internally after saying it. Regulus wasn’t as subtle.

“Why, thank you for providing me with that information. Yes, as much as Sirius likes to pretend otherwise, I am."

“And you don’t talk to me, or Sirius.”

“Sirius doesn’t talk to me, and I am talking to you now.”'

 or

With the war as a constant threat held above them, those at Hogwarts enjoy their remaining days of safety and careless youth. Between conflicts and mistrust among his friend group, Remus finds yet one more reason to spike friction, as he nurturs an unusual infatuation with his best friend's little brother.

[solemilyswear]

James gets Sirius dog toys as a gag gift but then they end up actually using them so that Moony and Padfoot can play tug of war on the full moon.

[marauders-tiktok-curator]

I COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE, ANYONE ELSE, BEFORE YOU MADE THE CHOICE FOR ME

[fonkeloog]

Duck

From the same universe as Humanity (cw: implied/referenced police brutality)

"Remus!" Lily can't help but gasp as she looks at her best friend. His face is bruised, there's a nasty gash on his neck and, although she can't see them, his wrists are probably red and raw where the handcuffs sat.

"Knocked ma teef ouf." Comes the reply.

Lily winces in sympathy, whipping around to look at the guard who brought her down to the holding cells. "Let him go. His bail is paid, you've had your fun. We'll handle it from here."

The broad man smirks, but unlocks the cell door with a flick of his wand. Small sparks jump off the bars as the door slides open, hitting Remus like tiny silver shards.

"Bloody bastards," Lily hisses as she carefully pulls Remus into a hug. "Let's go. James is out with his brother, it'll be a while before he returns."

"Lily, I'm fine." Comes the immediate answer. He winces as soon as he hears his own voice, and the lisp he currently has due to his missing teeth.

"If you're fine, Petunia tells her friends how proud she is of me," Lily mutters. "You're hurt. At least let me give you some numbing salves for your wrists."

Remus ducks his head as he huffs but doesn't fight her. He knows she worries, and he doesn't want to have a row. Especially not here at the auror station.

-

James and Sirius both jump as the floo roars. But then Lily steps through, and her eyes flash as soon as her gaze falls onto the both of them. Another roar follows and a second person stumbles through, easily caught before they can fall onto the carpet.

"Out. Now." The tone in her voice makes it very clear that she won't have any objection. James only nods, grabbing Sirius by the arm and pulling him out into the backyard.

Things have been tense between Sirius and Lily for months, -and he still doesn't know what he did to make the red-haired witch despise him- so he's all too glad to leave the room.

As he gives a final look, his eyes lock with those of the stranger that came with Lily. He feels like he's seen those eyes before, but can't remember where. Before he can think on it for too long, James has him in a headlock.

"Let's go see if dad has any advice, yeah? He used to work for the DMLE too, you know? Maybe he can help."

@wolfstarmicrofic

[yellowdaisy2023]

Don’t think about Sirius, all hopeless and sad and beaten sitting in his tiny cell as he looks up and through the window he sees the bright full moon and for a brief moment a glimmer of hope makes his lips quirk at the thought of Remus because the moon always reminds him of Remus before it crumbles at the reminder of why the full moon reminds him of his best friend and then his heart breaks all over again at the thought of Remus, out there scared and alone, adding to the ever growing collection of scars and marks on his body.

Don’t think about it.

[fox-marauder]

He was twelve years old. He had to deal with being a werewolf, painfully transforming in a wolf every month, and doing it in secret. Not telling his friends a word. Even when they asked him, worried, what happened. Why he looked sick and keep disappearing some days. He was scared. Scared of the truth, scared of losing them, because what will they think of him if they knew he is a werewolf. And he had to carry that, the pain, the worry, the angst, and act like nothing was happening. All by himself. Alone.

[theblackstar04]

sirius thinking that remus is trans because regulus acts similarly when he gets his period before they find out he is a werewolf

sirius: hm, remus is always moody and in pain once a month... just like regulus is. guess he's trans! better make sure he knows i still care about him!

cue sirius giving him chocolate and healing potions around every full moon, not thinking much of it and just trying to support his friend

remus, internally panicking: holy fuck he knows now i have to run away from hogwarts and never come back my life is over what do i do

[fircbolts]

Remus Lupin 🤍

[not-rab]

Sirius: My kink is doing stupid shit and watching Remus speed run the five stages of grief as he realises he still wants to fuck me

[sliebman10]

7 Lines

Thanks for the tag, @mikaharuka . This is very rough:

“Name?” asked the bored wizard at the desk.

“Remus Lupin.” The wizard fumbled with the list for a moment before finding Remus’s name, which he checked off and handed Remus the bottle of potion.

“Remember to take it for five days at the same time. Contact us if you have any trouble. Next?”

Remus rolled his eyes. As if he hadn’t been doing this for longer than this wizard was alive.

“Lavender Brown.”

Remus waited for Lavender. ”Is Parvati on her shift today?” Remus asked.

“Yes…I’m heading up there to meet her for lunch. Want to join?”

Tags for @udaberriwrites , @kayedium-writes , @thememoryofthatday , @spindrifters, @squintclover , @fruity-individual

[ellecdc]

Hi, I don't actually know if your requests are open but I was just wondering if you could do a fic about poly!Mauraders x reader, but it's a full moon and when James and Sirius are out with moony, they run into another wolf (reader) and moony just instantly takes a liking to her. Imagine moony trying to follow her around, and reader keeps snapping her jaw at him. I could also imagine reader is maybe a Slytherin?

Sorry if this isn't good, I just popped into my head, and I went with it. Take your time, and don't rush yourself 💓

"sorry if this isn't good - don't rush" uhm, it was fantastic and I wrote it IMMEDIATELY thank youuuuu!!!! <3

poly!marauders x werewolf!reader who's unwittingly integrated into their pack [2.3k words]

CW: fem!reader, werewolf behaviour, some aggression/fighting, canine aggression and submission, Padfoot's had it up to fucking here with them all thank you very much

Padfoot wondered for a moment if maybe he was just some glorified herding dog at this point whilst he struggled to keep Moony on their usual routine when the werewolf seemed thoroughly hellbent on breaking it.

Moony - a blood hound tonight, apparently - insisted on following his nose, Padfoot’s incessant demands to stick to plan be damned. 

And unfortunately for Padfoot, it didn’t seem like Prongs or Wormtail had any clue how to deal with Moony either.

Great.

So instead of their usual routine of transforming in the shack, letting Moony out, following their trail where they run (and roll, in Moony & Padfoot’s case) down a large hill before chasing each other along the river bank, grabbing a drink from the edge of the Black Lake and slowly making their way back to the shack…Moony no sooner got to the bottom of their hill before he picked up some scent and followed it down dark, wandering paths through the Forbidden Forest.

Padfoot had tried encouraging a mouth wrestle and romp - no dice. Prongs tried taking off in a sprint, hoping to elicit Moony’s instinct to chase - no dice. Wormtail bit Moony’s foot which only saw him nearly stomped on as the werewolf continued on his journey. Prongs tried bodily shoving Moony back in the direction of the shack to no avail. 

Padfoot was just about ready to pick a bloody fight with the beast when he heard snuffling followed by a low growl.

Unfortunately for Padfoot, Moony didn’t miss it either, and before he knew which way was up, Moony took off in a sprint towards the sound. 

Padfoot hoped to come back in his next life as a border collie - maybe he’d have better luck with the likes of sheep.

And that decision was only solidified when he turned the corner to find Moony staring down another werewolf who had her hackles raised and teeth bared at the bastard who seemed either ignorant to canine body language or was actively choosing to ignore it.

At least sheep will have the bloody wherewithal to avoid danger. 

Padfoot made a quiet whimpering sound, hoping to encourage Moony to get the hells out of here, but it only served to have Moony’s ear flick in his general direction before returning to his new wolf friend. 

Prongs huffed a breath and stomped his hoof into the earth, and Padfoot noticed then that Wormtail was nowhere to be found - the bloody coward. 

Moony tried to crane his neck forward to sniff at the wolf's paws, only for the wolf to snarl and snap at him before smacking him with said paw like a sodding cat. 

Moony at least had the grace to lower himself to the ground in submission for but a moment before he bounced back up to try doing much the same. 

This time, the wolf charged at Moony, pinning him to the earth by his throat as she growled at him; the sound muffled by the fact that Moony’s sodding neck was in her mouth.

Prongs grunted and made to charge in Moony’s defence, causing the wolf to release Moony and look at him sceptically, and Moony to growl at Prongs warningly - he did not want their help. 

Fine by Padfoot. He wasn’t much interested in helping a werewolf with a death wish anyway. 

But when the wolf decided this was all perhaps a bit too much for her, turning away from the strange pack to continue on its path - of which the marauders should be on their own, thank you very much - Moony went to follow, and dammit, this was Padfoot’s pack.

And if it wasn’t his pack, it was his herd, and what kind of border collie would Padfoot be if he let his pack sheep out of his sight?

Not a very good one, is what.

So, with a huff of resignation, Padfoot trailed behind the wolves - one that kept turning to nip, snap, and snarl at pesky Moony, and pesky Moony who kept trying to get a sniff or even, more disturbingly, incite play with a gentle nip - Prongs (and Wormtail, by means of Prongs’ antlers) trailed behind him. 

The wolf seemed resigned to her fate in having company for the rest of the evening, though that didn’t mean she was pleased about it. Every time Padfoot thought the wolf’s hackles were going down, Moony playbowed in front of her like an overgrown lanky puppy, and they rose right back up. 

The new wolf, for her part, spent the evening snuffling through the dried leaves and moss on the floor, stretching against tree trunks and using the bark to sharpen her claws (still not unlike a cat), and chewing on a stick. 

Padfoot thought that actually all seemed like a really nice way to spend the evening.

Or, you know, it would have been, had he not been in charge of this ridiculous rag-tag group of misfits he unwittingly found himself responsible for. 

But eventually, the evening had to come to an end, and that end was signalled by the twitching of Moony’s muscles underneath his fur as the moon started pulling at his bones, and it appeared to be doing the same for you.

But the night couldn’t end, it seemed, if you weren’t coming with Moony. And for as annoyed as Padfoot had been all evening, he was growing increasingly anxious. 

You abandoned your stick and stood, beginning to limp away from them when Moony grunted and hurried after you, causing Padfoot and Prongs to bark and bleat respectively. 

Any levity that the wolf had found for the marauders quickly vanished in the face of her oncoming transformation and the pain radiating through her when she turned on Moony and lunged at him. Padfoot whimpered and felt his heart try to escape through his throat as earth flew up in the air due to paws digging into the ground for traction and scrambling for purchase. 

The wolf's growls were different now, though; they weren’t bored, they weren’t dismissive, and they weren’t even all that threatening. The wolf was scared - panicked, even. Padfoot could see it in the speed of her breathing and the whites of her eyes that she was quickly descending into terror. 

They were close, so close, to the shack; Padfoot was certain he could get Moony back before the transformation if he would just get a sodding move on.

But it appeared Moony was wholly unwilling to leave without this wolf, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

The wolf seemed to come to the same conclusion as Padfoot, stepping away from Moony before submitting for the first time all evening, and wincing as Padfoot heard one of her joints shift. 

Moony let out a sigh, moving over to the wolf who seemed so small now that she was cowering at the base of the tree with Moony standing above her, nudging her face and neck with his nose before licking over her face. 

The wolf whimpered, and Padfoot watched as Moony’s right hind foot came out from underneath him for a moment - as if he tripped - telling him that the transformation was starting. 

Padfoot whined, and he swore Moony actually nodded his head in understanding before he gently grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck and encouraged her to stand. 

Resigned to her fate, the wolf followed the pack towards the shack, barely making it into the room before the transformation took over.

The first thing you noticed when you came to wasn’t the pain, though that was there. It was always there. 

No, the first thing you noticed when you came to was the feeling of linen on top of you and something soft below you. 

That wasn’t right; that couldn’t be right, could it? You were supposed to be in the cave. 

But when you shifted your arm and felt the linen - a blanket? - fall from your shoulder, you knew it was true. You were not in the cave. You were not in the cave, and someone had found you. 

“I think she’s awake.” 

Someones had found you.

You were not in the cave, people had found you, and you were not alone.

You sat up suddenly, holding the blanket to your chest as you shuffled away from the sounds before your back met something solid. Your head felt heavy and off-kilter, like you were standing on a boat swaying on rolling waves.

You had a wicked migraine coming on.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there doll.” Another voice sounded.

“What-” You tried, cutting yourself off to clear your throat when your voice came out gravely and painful, threatening to bring up whatever you still had in your stomach from dinner two nights ago; the last time you could manage food. “Why are you- why am I here? Where am I? What-”

“Open your eyes, L/N.” The second voice offered, though you could tell the inflection was softer than it naturally was; you wondered if that took him a lot of effort. “You’re okay.”

Your breaths began to quicken because you didn’t feel okay, this didn’t feel okay. Someone knew, they knew; they had found you, you were found out.

The sun was still low, so the light in the….room? shack? hut? was dim, though it still made your eyes water with the impending migraine lined up in your temples as if just waiting for a good excuse to wreak havoc on your brain. 

You were accosted with the sight of Sirius Black crouching in front of you, elbows on his knees as his eyebrows hooked in the middle; James Potter standing behind him with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you much the same. 

“You’re okay.” James repeated, nodding his head encouragingly as your vision began to swim.

“Try to relax, doll; you’re not going to feel very well if you work yourself up.”

You let out a hysterical breath that bordered between a laugh and a sob as a few tears spilled out. “Relax? I- what… How could you- why are you here?”

James grimaced. “Sorry, that would be Moony’s fault.” 

“Moony? I-” But your question was cut off  when you heard the shuffling off bedding from across the room, and both James and Sirius turned towards the sound, exposing Remus Lupin sitting up on an old mattress, rubbing at his eyes as a blanket fell and pooled at his hips, exposing his bare torso that was….covered in claw marks.

“Oh gods.” You let out with a sob. “What did I- Did I do that?” 

“What?” Remus let out groggily as both Sirius and James quickly denied it. 

“No, no. Listen, angel, please relax-”

“Stop telling me to relax.” You nearly shrilled. “And stop calling me nice names!”

Too tired, too freaked out, and too confused to have chosen your wording carefully, you appeared to have said something wrong when Sirius’ mouth turned up in a salacious smirk. 

“You like our nice names?”

“No!” 

“I think you do.” James continued.

“Leave the poor girl alone.” Remus grumbled before he fell back onto his bed, rubbing harshly at his eyes.

“Where are we?” You asked simply, swallowing around your gag reflex.

“The shrieking shack.” James answered just as simply.

“Okay.” You acknowledged. “Why?”

“Well, Moony wouldn’t leave without you, so we sort of had to bring you with us.” Sirius answered.

“Moony…?”

“That’s me.” You heard Remus mutter, voice muffled from behind his hands. 

“And…I didn’t hurt anyone last night?” You asked slowly. 

James’ face softened as he started to shake his head no, but Sirius scoffed.

“Define hurt, gorgeous. I was pissed, for one. Two, you had that wanker by the throat for most of the night.” He said, gesturing behind him to Remus with a careless thumb. 

“Why?”

“He wouldn’t bloody leave you alone! I was exhausted just watching.” Sirius continued.

“Would you stop bloody shouting?” Remus grumbled, and you couldn’t help but agree as you rubbed at your head. 

“Anyway,” James continued at a more appropriate volume, “he wouldn’t leave without you, so we brought you back here for the transformation. Where…where were you going to go for the transformation?” 

You flushed as you wrapped the blanket tighter around your person. “There's…a cave I usually go to.” You admitted in a whisper.

“Well, I bet this is an upgrade then, no?” Sirius offered somewhat haughtily, but his face fell quickly when you began speaking again.

“You can’t tell anyone…please.” 

“Tell anyone?” James repeated.

“I…no one knows, no one can know.”

“Whoa, babe, hang on. Who’re we gonna tell?” Sirius asked then, a disbelieving look painting his features. 

“I-” you started, swallowing again “I don’t know but, I just, you can’t-”

“We weren’t gonna tell anyone.” James assured you. “We aren’t going to tell anyone; there’s nothing to tell.” 

You must have looked sceptical, because Sirius quickly intervened.

“Alright look, we promise not to tell anyone about your lycanthropy, as long as you promise not to tell anyone about Remus’, or about James and I being illegal, unregistered animagi.” 

Your mouth actually fell open as you looked between the three of them; James as he turned to grab some vials of pain potions and healing balms, Sirius who was smirking at you salaciously, and Remus who was carding his hand through his hair and smiling (try grimacing) at you apologetically. 

“Welcome to the pack, L/N.” Remus said wryly before he downed the potion James handed to him in one, effortless swig and laid back down. 

“We’re called the marauders.” James explained as he handed you a matching potion. “We’ll have to find you a nickname. Don’t worry though, we have a whole month to come up with one.” 

What the fuck?

[solemilyswear]

I genuinely believe that one time Remus was complaining about how no pain medication, magical or muggle, helps with the full moon, and Lily offered him some of her midol and it worked.

[marauders-tiktok-curator]

more werewolf remus angst