#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.  

[kitsmittens]

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.

[mbsoblack]

“I, I will be king

And you, you will be queen

Though nothing will drive them away

We can be Heroes, just for one day

We can be us, just for one day…”

Though it was one of his favorite songs, Remus couldn't find the strength to smile.

His whole life was shit, falling apart and dragging him along.

With each day it was harder and harder to find the string that was holding him in this world. Not even his revenge was strong enough to make him hold onto it.

Town after town Remus has been getting rid of supernatural shit, and only a few weeks ago he found those who ruined his life. They weren't usual werewolfs you can meet in town or even in a big city. They were savage, forest their home and humans their dinner.

Remus started to think that after all those years it was impossible to track them down, they were the best for a reason. But Remus wasn't weak himself. Years of unstoppable huntings, pain and suffering from the loss of his parents only added to his strength, making him almost an unstoppable machine for killing. His father made sure to train him well.

After Remus was bitten and his parents needed to deal with a five years old werewolf this whole thing began. Constant moving from one place to the other, home schooling and miserable full moons.

Grayback, the werewolf who had bitten him and then took his parents' lives away as well, now was rotting in the field not far away from Grimmauld Town where Remus settled for his new hunt.

Never in his life Remus felt better as when ripping the whole life out of the nasty bastard.

But now, not even the thought of it warmed his being. Yes, he was dead, but so were his parents.

That's why he decided to continue, to get this world rid of as many supernatural creatures as it was possible for a single man.

But now, sitting in a cheap bar full of town people, Remus couldn’t get rid of the thought that his life had more and more cracks in it, barely holding him together.

His new target was a bunch of vampires, who lived somewhere in the Grimmauld Town, a small town full of old houses and weird people, who currently were eyeing him suspiciously. That place wasn’t mentioned in any maps, and was almost impossible to find.

But he should thank dead werewolves for that. They were careless enough to mention the place in one conversation, giving Remus his new targets.

His empty stomach hurt from the strong alcohol he almost finished. A dimly lit bar was one of the places where in the evening you will find almost all of the town’s people, sitting there, chatting or drinking alone as Remus has been doing.

The first few days there, he was the main topic in all conversations: a tall, handsome and terrifying mysterious man appeared in the Grimmauld Town out of nowhere, and has been staying for a week now.

He genuinely thought he wouldn't be so noticeable, but whispers and glances were too obvious to ignore.

Places like such are not very welcome to visitors. Let alone hunters. That’s why he used a different name and never had a longer conversation than it was necessary.

Up until now, no one had the strength to approach him. And Remus was really surprised to hear a high and melodic voice sound so close to him.

When he turned around he was met with the most stunning gray eyes, so deep and shiny he almost drowned in them. The young man, obviously younger than Remus, gave him a shy smile before slipping to the stoll right next to his...

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There's something I've been writing for a while, and thought about sharing a piece of it with you. The story was sitting in my head for a while now, so I'll let it breath here for a little, and not dust in my drafts.

Let me know what you think then maybe I'll have enough courage to finish this baby😉

[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

[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 🤍

[s1r1us0black]

This is why I love Sophithil's art.

IT'S SOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL.

Creds: Sophithil

[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

[moonstruckme]

would you write a part two to whimsy!reader totally knowing remus’ secret? i feel like r would be so sweet and casual about it that remus would cry

Thanks for requesting!

cw: post-moon werewolf Remus, mention of blood and wounds (no description)

poly!marauders x whimsical!reader ♡ 1.4k words

The boys usually send you away this time of month. They try to be subtle about it, encouraging you to go visit your family or sleep over at a friend’s house, but you’re not one to let the full moon pass you by without notice. It didn’t take long for the pattern to reveal itself. 

Still, you don’t argue when James gifts you tickets for you and a friend to see a band you like out of town. You know they’re all most comfortable doing things the way they always have, and you worry that letting slip what you know would do more harm than good; Remus would be anxious and upset, and the other boys would only be doing more damage control than they’re used to with you around. So, you let the full moon pass you by without complaint. 

The next day, however, when you know James and Sirius will have gone to work and left Remus to rest and heal, you sneak into your apartment. 

The fact of Remus’ ailing is immediately obvious; the boys’ things are strewn all over the place, evidence of James’ and Sirius’ running about without Remus to pick up after them. There’s a pot of half-eaten stew that’s been left to cool and congeal on the stove, an abandoned roll of bandages on the coffee table, and the entire apartment smells like disinfectant and heartache. 

When you find Remus in the bedroom, your heart aches, too. He’s sleeping, but even in rest his face is pinched with discomfort, and there are several bandages visible above where the bedsheets rest halfway up his torso. It’s about what you expected, but it still makes your eyes burn. 

You try to let him sleep as long as possible, working with the environment first. You open a few windows to get out the smell and let in the new day, clean the common spaces, start your lavender incense burning in the bedroom. You’re brewing tea when Remus pads into the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

“Oh.” He startles to see you. “You’re back.” 

You’re startled, too. “Hi, I’m sorry,” you say, hurrying over to the windows to shut them. “Did I wake you? Is it too cold in here?” 

“No.” Remus looks wary, watching you flit about the living room like he’s not sure he’s actually woken up. “It’s nice. When did you get home?” 

“Just this morning. I didn’t see the sense in staying another night, and anyway I wanted to be with you.” You make your way back around the room to him, taking his jaw gently in your hand. His skin is warm to the touch. “How are you feeling, lovely?” 

You feel more than see Remus’ face tighten. “I’m alright. How are you?” 

You let him go, giving him a small smile. “Better now that I’m back with you, thanks for asking.” You go back to the stove to stir your pot. “If you’re warm, you don’t need to keep that blanket on for me. I’ve already seen the bandages.” 

You hear his quiet intake of breath, and then a few moments later the sound of the blanket dropping to the floor. 

“Are you in the mood for some tea?” you ask without turning around. “If you want to get back in bed, I could bring it to you there. I don’t imagine standing is very kind to your legs right now.” 

You’ve been reading up on wolf versus human anatomy. If Remus’ transformations work the way you think they do, the bones in his heels and legs would have to either break or otherwise shorten and elongate to create the legs a wolf needs; you can’t imagine it’s a painless process, or that he’s not still feeling the effects of it now, so soon after the moon.

For a dense handful of moments, Remus lingers on the edge of the kitchen. But soon you hear his footsteps, heavier than usual in a way that makes your stomach hurt, go back towards the bedroom. You finish making his tea and bring it to him with a few pieces of his chocolate. 

He’s sitting up at the edge of the bed, propped up on pillows and watching the smoke curl up from your incense with a haunted look in his eyes. 

“Hi,” you say softly. He accepts the tea and chocolate with a quiet thanks. “Do you think it might help things if I opened the curtains? Some sunlight might be good for you.” 

Remus hums his assent. Everything becomes crisper once you let the light in. Remus’ dark circles and the blood visible through his bandages, but also the healthy flush to his cheeks and the strength of his body beneath the dressings. 

“What is this?” Remus asks you, sipping his tea. 

“Bay leaves. It’s for pain relief. It helps more if you put it directly on the wounds, but I didn’t think you’d want to mess with your dressings any more.” 

He nods. Sighs. “Come here, dove. Come sit.” 

You’re eager to comply. You round the bed to avoid crawling over him, settling against the pillows beside your boyfriend with your shoulder touching his. A support, if he needs it. 

“What’s the incense for?” he asks. 

“It’s lavender. It’s also good for pain, but I thought it might help you sleep as well.” 

Remus nods again. He turns to you, his eyes some mixture of distressed and resigned. “Why are you doing all of this?” he asks. “Why did you come home?” 

“Remus,” you say gently, “we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to.” 

His brows hook in the middle, a small crumbling. “But you know already.” 

You cradle his face in your hand. Your voice is soft. “Yeah.” 

You pull Remus towards your chest when he starts weeping. He dampens your shirt while you comb your fingers through the hair at his nape, saying nothing. Steam wafts up from his tea until it doesn’t, but that’s okay; you’ll make him another cup when he’s ready. 

James and Sirius are surprised to find you when they come home. 

“Angel—” 

“Shh.” You cover one of Remus’ ears with your hand, his head in your lap. “He’s hardly slept all day.” 

James lowers his voice, setting his bag down on the floor. “When did you get here?” 

“This morning.” 

“But you were supposed to be away until tomorrow afternoon.” Sirius climbs up onto the bed. His expression goes tender as he looks down upon Remus’ sleeping face, and the kiss he presses to your lips is gentle.

You card your hand through Remus’ hair. “I didn’t want to be away from him,” you admit softly. “I understand why you want to do things without me on the night it happens, but I’d like to help before and afterwards at least.” 

Sirius’ brow pinches, his eyes narrowing cautiously. 

“When what happens?” James asks you. 

You speak softly, not wanting the words to potentially agitate Remus in his sleep. “The transformation.” 

There’s a thick pause. 

“Who told you?” Sirius asks. 

“No one had to tell me.” 

There’s a quiet chuckle from the end of the bed. James kicks his shoes off, crawling up the covers to meet you. “I told you she knew.” He gives you a kiss, soft and syrupy sweet. “Thanks for looking after him for us, sweetheart.” 

Remus grunts, coming awake. “James,” he groans. “Your knee is on my leg.” 

“Oh. Sorry, love.” James moves, then bends down to give Remus a kiss of his own. “Did our angel take good care of you today?” 

“Better than this.” 

“That’s the moon talking,” Sirius says flippantly, though the hand he uses to rub Remus’ shoulder is exceedingly gentle. “That’s something you’ll learn as we go along, gorgeous. He loves us, really.” 

You feel your brows pinch. “I thought he was as nice as always today.” 

“Wonder why,” Remus mutters, but the look he gives Sirius is teasing. 

James gives Remus another kiss, standing. “I’ll get you some of your soup.” 

“Oh, I…” You give him a sheepish look. “I washed that down the sink. It got left out, the meat was bad. There’s tea on the stove that should help him heal faster, though, if you want to get some of that.” 

James and Sirius stare at you. 

“Seems like we should’ve brought you in on this a lot sooner,” Sirius says after a moment. 

You shrug. Remus mumbles something that sounds like agreement.

[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