#wolfstar x OC

[vane-writes-things]

— taste // wolfstar x oc

00 — august ❝but i can see us lost in the memory august slipped away into a moment in time cause it was never mine and i can see us twisting the bedsheets august slipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine❞

pairing: remus lupin x oc (eventual wolfstar x oc)

synopsis: falling in love isn't supposed to be so easy, so hard and fast, especially when remus knows it can't last forever.

warnings: oc, some character descriptions, oc name mentioned, NOT x reader, french (some of this may be poorly translated ngl because I haven't spoken consistent french in awhile)

word count: 1.9k

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Summer 1976. 

Remus had been looking forward to this summer for months. An entire summer spent in Paris. While most would assume that freedom and adventure were more to James and Sirius’ tastes, Remus couldn’t wait to get a taste of it. He’d miss his friends, sure, without the week-long visits to Potter Manor, but they would all survive one summer, and they’d have plenty of stories to tell when they returned to Hogwarts in the fall. 

Despite often being credited as the ‘smart’ one of the Marauders, he wasn’t too proud to admit that he could barely understand a lick of the French spoken all around him. That was definitely Sirius’ department. 

He didn’t mind, though. He was too busy taking in the wonderful sights and smells and sounds of the beautiful, old downtown area he’d been spending most of his time in. 

He’d been admiring a record shop perched on one of the cobblestone corners for the last couple of days now, and finally, he’d decided today was the day to actually check it out. 

The inside of the store was dim but warm, and somehow stuffed full of shelves while still feeling spacious at the same time. It was the kind of place that the owner clearly treated more like a home than a store, the way it emitted such comforting energy. 

Apparently, though, the owner was just as possessive of the shop as he would be of his own home too. 

Remus had been looking through a shelf of records while playing absentmindedly with his wand before he realised that fiddling with it out in the open like this was probably not the best idea. But when he tucked it back into his sleeve, the shopkeeper sat up stiff behind the desk, shooting quickly to his feet and rounding one of the shelves to plant himself in front of the young wizard before he could move. 

“C’est quoi ça??” He snapped, eyes sharp and angry. “Montre, gamin! Pensez-vous que je me suis aveugle?!”

Remus blinked, wide eyed, not a single syllable of the quickly-spoken french registering in his ears. “I- sorry- what…?”

“Oh, vous êtes simple, c'est ça?? Montrer! A ce moment, lorsque j'appelle les autorités!”

While this was happening, what Remus had failed to notice was a pair of inquisitive eyes fixed on him, a tiny smile playing over soft lips as a stranger watched him from between shelves. 

She slipped out into the open now as Remus continued to stammer in protest, her movements silky smooth as she stepped up right next to him to face the shopkeeper with narrowed eyes and a defiant curve to her mouth. 

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?” She frowned. 

Remus blinked at her. Had she been there the whole time?

“Ah, gamin ici pense qu’il peut me voler!”

She rolled her eyes. “Vous êtes paranoïaque, Pierre. Il n’a volé pas au qu'une chose.”

The man’s face seemed to turn red and puffy with anger. “Paranoïaque? Paranoïaque?! Et je prends vos compte maintenant, eh?? Tu es un problème, Chaereah Bane! C’est tous!”

“Et vous?” She retorted with a raised brow. “Un vieillard, aussi timbré que vos femme a lui abandonné.” 

Remus nearly stumbled when she linked her arm with his, dragging him towards the door. 

“Au revoir et bon débarras, monsieur!”

The shopkeeper yelled after them as they continued out onto the street, but the unfamiliar words fell quickly silent when the door shut behind them. 

The strange girl snickered as she continued leading Remus along, though she slipped her arm from his after a moment to produce a record as if from thin air. “Guess that’s what you get for calling some poor tourist a thief,” she chuckled. 

Her voice didn’t carry the thick french accent he’d expected. Rather something fainter, but for the most part her voice sounded more like his. But that also wasn’t the main thing on his mind right now, considering he had just watched her pull a record from thin air. 

“You… you’re a witch??”

She grinned. “Don’t sound so worried. It’s not like you were doing a good job of hiding your wand in there. Trust me, nobody notices anything strange in a place full of tourist traps.”

“I see…”

“Come on. I know a good place for hot chocolate.”

Her name was Chaereah Bane. Charlie. 

On the surface, she was perfect; with her long dark lashes, her tinted and glossed lips, her skirts that were just a little too short to be unintentional. Her only imperfection was the slice of bluish-grey in her otherwise-hazel eyes, like a piece of shattered stained glass, but even that could hardly be counted as a flaw; it was beautiful. 

But beyond that, she was chaos in its purest form. She excelled at wandless magic, which meant she could consistently break the rules of underaged magic outside of school without being caught. She really did know all the best places for hot chocolate, she changed the colour of flowers in stalls, shady vendors would mysteriously trip over seemingly nothing when she was near, and despite sounding incredibly insulting at times, her French was the most elegant thing Remus had ever heard in his life. 

It started with the exchanging of addresses for owls. 

She lived in a large apartment with her mother and uncle, who seemed absolutely wonderful from the way she talked about them, and when she showed up where he and his father were staying to pick him up, she proved the impossible true; charming the socks off Lyall Lupin. 

They met in coffee shops and parks and bookstores, talking about everything from their studies to the most questionable school rules they’d broken and gotten away with it. They recommended books and music and she made him laugh in a way he hadn’t thought possible from someone he’d known such a short time. They were the perfect pair. 

And before either of them could catch the ground slipping out from under their feet, playful glances were turning into long looks while the other’s gaze was elsewhere. Knuckles bumping together as they walked down the street turned to fingers laced together and her form tucked perfectly under his arm, hers looped around his middle. Friendly meetings became kisses exchanged in coffee shop booths and on park benches. 

Falling in love with her was so blissfully easy. How could it not be, when she was the way that she was? 

And then came that dreaded night. The first full moon of the summer. 

Remus was irritable all day long, every inch of his skin itching and aching with the approaching change. He’d decided the best thing he could do was go to the remotest area of the woods outside the city and isolate himself. It was right around then that he really felt how much he missed his friends. 

He couldn’t tell Charlie. Part of him wanted to, really, but the mere idea of the words leaving his mouth made him feel nauseous.

What if she hates me? He didn’t think he could bear it if she hated him. And how could she not?

On the phone with her earlier in the day, he knew she could tell something was wrong. Her voice was softer, her questions more calming than prying. But she could also tell he didn’t want to talk about it, and she let the matter go. 

What he didn’t know as the taxi lights disappeared down the country road behind him, and he wandered into the darkness of the woods, was that Charlie had never really let the matter go. 

She hadn’t stopped thinking about it all day. She hadn’t stopped worrying. 

And as the chill of the falling night wrapped around them both – Remus alone in the woods, Charlie worrying her lip between her teeth on her balcony – they both looked up at the same moon with a dreading kind of feeling. 

When the sun rose the next morning, Remus’ first thought was that something was wrong. 

He must have fallen asleep at some point, which wasn’t really unusual, but as he slowly regained consciousness in the space beneath the clawing roots of a large tree, he thought it was especially strange that he was under a patchwork blanket. 

Blinking, he sat quickly upright, pulling the blanket around him to cover himself. What in the world…?

Then a strange noise met his ears. It was faint, but not necessarily distant. Was that… humming?

Slowly – still using the blanket like a robe – Remus got to his feet and stepped out from under the tree to peer around. He didn;t have to go very far before the sound grew clearer, like it was right on top of him. 

Then he looked up, and his lips parted in shock and horror. The sound was right overtop of him. 

Resting on one of the tree branches overhead was the sitting form of a girl, one foot propped up on the branch she was sitting on to rest a notebook against her leg, the other swinging freely below her. She hummed quietly with a pensive expression as she spun a pencil absentmindedly between her fingers. Charlie. 

The humming trailed off suddenly, as she seemed to feel the eyes on her. When she glanced down and spotted Remus below her, a small smile curved her lips. 

“Sleeping Beauty finally rises,” she joked. “I would have given you a kiss, but you were a bit… furry.”

Adjusting her sitting position in the tree, she snapped her notebook shut and slid a bag off her shoulder, dropping it to the ground. “Here, I brought you this. You should put on some clothes.”

Remus still had yet to say a word, blinking mutely at the bag that appeared to have his clothes in it. When he glanced back up at Charlie, she had a hand over her eyes, waiting patiently. 

Swallowing hard, he quickly slipped into his dark jeans and loose knit jumper. He shuffled nervously from foot to foot for a moment before finally somehow making himself speak. 

“It’s, uh… you can look now.”

Charlie peered at him quickly through her fingers before lowering her hand and beginning the climb down the tree. 

When she finally dropped back to the ground with a small huff, Remus was observing her almost cautiously, as if trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing. 

A long beat of silence passed. Then…

“How did you… how did you find out?”

Charlie raised a brow. “It wasn’t exactly hard. Your scars, the way you avoid certain topics. I wasn’t entirely sure until I called you yesterday, though.”

He nodded slowly. “Why did you come after me?”

“Because I figured it would probably really suck to have to wake up in the middle of nowhere all by yourself after a night like that,” she replied simply, rummaging through the bag she brought. “Here.” 

She handed him a chocolate bar, and despite his confusion and hesitation, he couldn’t help the small smile that fought its way onto his lips. 

“Thanks…” His eyes flickered between her and the ground. “So… you don’t hate me.”

She looked at him like he was completely dumb. “Hate you? Rem, I’m pretty sure I love you. Which is – wow, that’s the fastest I’ve ever said that to anyone. Why would I hate you for something you can’t even control?”

He shrugged, feeling a little surer the longer she didn’t run away screaming. “Most people would.”

“Then most people are stupid,” she replied. There was a small pause before she held out her hand. “Come on. Want some coffee?”

She was so casual about it, his heart could have glowed. His smile was adoring as he accepted her hand, and she pulled him into her side. 

“Coffee sounds great. You know a place?”

She smirked. “Of course I do.”

[secretlifeofannyobrien]

Nueva historia Wolfstar x OC en Wattpad

Euphemia Rose Potter, la melliza de James, ha vivido entre sombras y secretos desde aquella fatídica noche en la que Voldemort cayó, pero a un costo devastador: la muerte de James y Lily. Dejando a Rose a cargo de su sobrino, Harry mientras trabaja en Hogwarts como ayudante de enfermería de Madame Pomfrey.

Tras 12 años de silencio y corazones rotos, el pasado regresa cuando Remus aparece como el nuevo profesor de Defensa Contra las Artes Oscuras. Los recuerdos de su amor juvenil, marcado por traiciones, besos robados y promesas incumplidas, se interponen entre el presente. Con Sirius fuera de Azkaban y Remus de vuelta, viejas emociones resurgirán en una historia donde nada es lo que parece.

En esta historia, explorarás el viaje de Rose entre el amor, la pérdida y la reconciliación. Dos líneas temporales te guiarán a través de su juventud y el presente, mientras se enfrenta a los fantasmas de Remus y Sirius, y descubre que a veces, las heridas del pasado nunca desaparecen del todo.

Friends to lovers.

Lovers to enemies.

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[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

ao3: les_fleurrs_du_mal (30 chapters posted and ongoing)

regulus black x original muggle character

[enemies to lovers]

summary:

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, finds herself hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. Her life is lonely and quiet until Regulus Black, a former Deatheater and an insufferable bigot, is also in need of sanctuary.

Chapter One

❦

Summer, 1978

It was some time after midnight when Flora awoke suddenly. Her curtains, which she’d left open after falling asleep from the sheer exhaustion of homework, twitched in the soft summer breeze of the still night. Welsh summers were never particularly warm, but this year had reached soaring temperatures. The air was still muggy when Flora woke in confusion, her skin prickly with sweat. The light of the full moon spilled into the room.

She moved only to push the books off her bed so she could get under the cool bedsheets, but was gripped with a sense of unease as she shifted her body and opened her eyes properly. A distinct creak on the stairs made her start. It was a slow, hesitant creak, like somebody was trying to be quiet.

Her parents had surely gone to bed, and it certainly wasn’t Remus. Not on a full moon. Flora pulled the sheet around herself, holding her breath to listen closer. She could feel and hear her pulse beating fast, gripped with a sudden certainty that she was about to die. She couldn’t move, insensible to all action. The footsteps continued up the stairs and moved down the hallway towards her bedroom. She hid deeper under her bedclothes, laying in dread of every second, her heart beating so hard and fast she was sure the intruder would hear it.

The door opened slowly and a small glowing light illuminated the room—a wand light.

“Flora?” A voice whispered, nervous.

Flora let out the breath she was holding and hastily threw back the covers, sitting up at once. “Sirius?”

His handsome face appeared in the dim glow of the wand light. His eyes widened and then softened with relief.

“Flora,” he rushed to her and took hold of her shoulders, looking her over quickly. “Are you alright?”

Flora noticed he was trembling. He stared at her like he wasn’t sure she was real, or more chillingly, alive. Flora was too bewildered to answer for a moment, wondering why she would not be alright, and why he didn’t turn the light on.

“Yes,” she answered distractedly, her eyes roving over his face. “Why are you here? Is Remus okay?”

Sirius blinked a moment, preoccupied with the inner whirlwind of his feelings. He looked at her softly and touched her face with platonic, brotherly affection. With the way he was constantly attached to Remus, Sirius may as well have been her brother. 

She became suddenly aware of a second presence in the doorway. Sirius calmly turned his head and greeted a bespectacled boy with black hair, who also had his wand raised with a light emitting from the end of it.

“She’s fine,” Sirius said to the boy, who quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

“We’d better take her now,” he replied, stepping further into the room with a deeply disturbed look on his face.

Flora raised her eyes to look at James Potter, a boy she had heard plenty about from Remus and Sirius, but had never met until now.

“What’s happened?” Flora asked, her confusion and fear mounting as she observed the troubled looks on their ashen faces. “Where’s my mam? My dad? Remus?"

They didn’t answer her. They began to talk between themselves in low, anxious tones about taking her somewhere. When Sirius turned to speak to her again, he took hold of her hands and squeezed them gently. “I’m going to take you to the Potter’s house, alright? His mum and dad are there. They’re kind and they’ll make sure you’re alright. You’ll have to side-along apparate with me. Have you ever done that before?”

Flora shook her head slowly. “No, but why—”

“It will feel a little uncomfortable,” Sirius cut her off, standing up. “Like a tight squeezing, but it won’t be for long.”

James regarded Sirius with uncertainty. “Are you sure you’re alright to do it, mate? Maybe we should wait until Moody or someone more senior gets here.”

“I can take her,” Sirius replied.

“I think we should wait.”

“No, it could be a while yet. We need to get her out of here and somewhere safe,” Sirius insisted firmly.

Flora felt a sudden urge to scream as the realisation dawned on her, that something truly awful had happened. Perhaps she'd anticipated it for a while, unconsciously, through snippets she'd heard in murmured voices between her parents and Remus. Conversations she was not meant to be privy to. She understood there was unrest in the wizarding world, that her brother and his friends were helping. Now something had happened. She didn’t realise she was screaming until she felt Sirius’ arms around her, his voice trying to soothe her. She crumbled into hysterics, begging an explanation and fighting against him in order to flee the room and find out what it was for herself. Sirius held her fast, gripping her shoulders and looking to James for help. He looked just as lost as Sirius. They needed Remus. Flora knew as well as they did that she needed her big brother.

“Flora, Flo, please,” Sirius pleaded, “Calm down. Please calm down.”

“What’s happened? Tell me right now!” She sobbed wildly. At only fifteen years old, nothing terrible had ever happened in her life. She studied and worked hard at school, went to the pictures sometimes, read books. Bad things didn't happen to her. She was the 'normal' child, the one who sorely wished sometimes that she was magic like her older brother just so interesting things would happen. Now suddenly she didn't want it. 

“Please,” Sirius tried again, speaking calmly. “Let me take you to the Potters. I’ll explain things there, I swear.”

“Is Remus there?” She asked hopefully, knowing it was a silly question. “And my mam and dad?”

Sirius shook his head. James hesitantly stepped closer and knelt down in front of Flora, looking at her. “We will explain everything shortly,” he said with solemn eyes. “But right now, you need to leave. It isn’t safe here.”

“Why isn’t it safe?” Flora asked with wide, tearful eyes. “This is my house.”

“Let us take you to my parent’s house. Everything will be alright.”

Sirius was able to ease Flora to her feet, rubbing her back in a useless effort to calm her down. In only her nightie, she was swiftly removed from her quiet home to face the worst news she could possibly imagine.

❦

Autumn, 1980

Flora stood at the kitchen sink, yawning and contemplating an early night with a warm drink and the new book she wanted to start. Darkness had gathered around the little stone cottage, summoning the owls that Flora presently heard hooting in the surrounding blackness of the trees. She scratched the side of her head and pushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear, splashing bubbles on her cheek as she did so.

Her days were slow: peaceful, mundane. She wondered when her brother would arrive — if he would arrive. He’d promised he would, but Order meetings often kept him late or away altogether. She tried hard to stay up on the nights he promised to come back, the nights he brought fresh food and provisions and the occasional gift to lift her spirits, but quite often she would secede waiting and go to bed. In the morning she would find that everything she needed had been restocked in the night, like some elf or fairy had been. He did not usually stay. But tonight, Flora so terribly wanted to talk to him, to see someone, anyone, and so she fought back the temptation of an early night. For someone who was only seventeen, going to bed each night with only the company of one’s inner voice was a dreadful thing. It made Flora feel like an old woman who had already lived the excitement of youth, and yet Flora had yet to experience it.

A long shadow outside caught Flora’s eye and she lifted her head to peer out. Her heart lifted the moment she recognised the tall, wiry figure of her brother at the ancient stone gatepost with his wand illuminating the darkness. She drew back from the old sink, shook her hands dry of water and bubbles, and rushed across the kitchen to the door. Without slippers and in only her pyjamas, she ran outside and down the path. It was dark and wet outside, but she hadn’t been out of the house all day and liked the cool, late summer air on her face as she hurried to meet her brother. It braced her, filling her lungs with the scent of damp moss and earth.

“Remus,” she half walked on the tips of her toes over the dirt path, careful to avoid treading on any sharp stones. She lifted her eyes and noticed there was a second person with him. Not that that was unusual. Sirius Black went wherever Remus went, like a pair. Sirius gave Flora his typical charming smile, a smile that admittedly always made Flora blush just a little too much, as he walked beside Remus. The young man was almost dwarfed by the latter’s height. Half a dozen shopping bags of food floated a little way behind them.

“Where are your shoes? Go back inside,” Remus said as he fixed his eyes on his younger sister.

“I’ve been inside all day. Did you get everything on my list?” She asked in a rush.

He shrugged his thin shoulders. “Most of it, I think. Sirius lost the list before we got there.”

Flora’s eyes sharply darted to Sirius, who quickly sought to defend himself. “It's fine. I’ve got a good memory.”

Remus snorted lightly. They all walked into the little cottage. It was a venerable, white-washed stone building with two ground-floor rooms and four upper rooms, rooms which had been added to over the years. The building itself was at least three hundred years old and had changed relatively little as far as anyone could guess.

Wales was an ancient land. There might have been an older building on the location of the present one, and the magic was heavy here, heavy enough that even Flora could sometimes instinctively feel it. It was not uncommon for her to go walking in the forest and stumble across fairy rings, which she was careful to avoid stepping in. As a child, if she listened very closely at night, she was sure she could hear the soft tinkle of music outside. Remus told her it was the elves, though Flora had never quite believed him, thinking he was winding her up because he was magic and she was not. But then her mother — their mother, who was a muggle — confirmed it to be true and so Flora believed. They were half-siblings, Flora and Remus, but close enough in age and upbringing to consider themselves full siblings. It didn’t matter that Flora wasn’t a witch. Frankly, Flora didn’t mind so much anymore, not with everything going on. 

The cottage was firmly situated amongst the rolling green hills, overlooking the granite coastline of North Wales and little seaside town far below. The wizened old cottage was also heavily warded with protective and defensive charms, charms which protected its singular occupant. Remus said to protect, but to Flora, it felt like imprisonment. Worse still, she was almost always alone. The siblings had nobody but themselves to rely on, and increasingly Remus was unable to visit his younger sister. It was too dangerous, he said. Reports of werewolves in nearby towns and villages were becoming worryingly more common. He came now more out of necessity to deliver food and shopping and take a list of anything she needed or wanted. Today he had gone overboard, Flora thought, probably due to Sirius losing her carefully written list. But it quickly struck Flora as curious—there was too much food here for just one person.

“Right… bread, milk, eggs,” Remus began to empty the shopping bags onto the large kitchen table, which Flora sat down at and watched. He placed three loaves of bread down, two boxes of a dozen eggs, three pints of milk. “Jam… soup… uh, got you lots of fruit this time…chocolate…”

Flora studied him with a small frown, her chin resting in her hands. “Why’ve you got so much of everything?” She half exclaimed. “Half of this will expire by the time I get round to using it.”

Remus and Sirius shared a very brief, but tense look. It was a look that Flora caught immediately and it caused her to sit up straighter.

“What is it? Tell me now,” she demanded. Her soft Welsh accent lilted up and down as she spoke, which somewhat diminished the vexation in her tone.

Sirius smiled at her, speaking quickly in an attempt to distract her. “Shall we have a cup of tea?”

He flicked his wand at the kettle across the room and it began to heat up. Flora sat back in the wooden kitchen chair and folded her arms, eyeing them both with suspicion. Remus looked distinctly uncomfortable. He ran his hand through his thick fluffy hair and sighed through his nose quietly while Sirius busied himself with the tea. Sirius liked making tea. In fact, he enjoyed doing a lot of mundane household tasks (magic or no magic) simply because he never got to do it as a child. His absolute favourite was the microwave, which seemed to endlessly fascinate him no matter how many times he used it. He lived in a small flat with Remus in the muggle side of London, which Flora had only visited once.

Remus sat down opposite his sister. There was just a few years difference in age between them, but Remus always treated Flora like she was much younger. Since their parent's death, he had dutifully taken on a paternal role for his sister. 

“Remember I told you before that things are getting more dangerous out there?” He began.

“No,” Flora replied dryly. “Tell me again."

Remus gave her a steady, stern look. “Flo.”

“Does bringing extra food make it less dangerous?”

Remus decided to ignore her sarcasm, continuing to speak levelly. Flora always thought he would make a very good teacher when he started talking like this.

“Well, every time I come here it does get a little more dangerous than the last.”

“Why’d you keep coming back then?”

“Flora,” Remus huffed, beginning to lose his patience. “Would you please be serious for a minute.” Flora glanced at Sirius, but he was fixated on making the tea with a faraway look on his face and clearly in no mood for jokes.

“I need to explain something to you—ask something of you, actually,” Remus went on.

“Me?” She frowned. “Why? What?”

“Well, I do really,” Sirius suddenly came to life, straightening up and looking over his shoulder. His face remained neutral, controlled. Flora waited, confused.

“Let me explain something first,” Remus looked at Sirius, “Before we get to that part.”

Sirius shrugged and resumed making the tea. Remus turned back to his sister, his face set and grim.

“The werewolves—”

Flora sighed heavily and turned her head away, not letting him get halfway through his sentence. “Not the werewolves again. I've not heard or seen anything."

“Flora, would you be quiet for five minutes,” Remus snapped with a deepening frown. He leaned forward across the table. “Just listen. Werewolf attacks have been reported close to this area. They’re getting closer and I’m seriously worried they’re looking for you specifically.”

“Why would they?” Flora replied, feigning an air of indifference. But her skin prickled slightly at this awful suggestion. That awful night was recalled back to her memory. She dreamt about it sometimes, only her dreams filled in the horrors she’d never witnessed. Remus had never told her what really happened, perhaps to spare her the thought of how their parents died, but in her heart she knew. 

“Because they’re also after me. I’ve told you this before. Greyback wants me to join his—his pack. The Order believes that they believe hurting or kidnapping you would give them leverage. I’ve spent one full moon with them, but they don’t trust me. This isn’t just about protecting you as a just-in-case precaution, it’s crucial now that you stay put while I do what I need to do.”

Flora felt indignant at this. “I already do stay put! Where am I going to go?"

“You’ve left the wards several times. I know you go down to the beach, to the shops."

”I’m not likely to be attacked by a werewolf in broad daylight,” Flora said moodily. 

”No,” Remus agreed, “but there are spies around. Someone could still easily grab you, daylight or not. I need you to stay here.” 

“But it’s boring!”

”It’s safe.” 

“Flora, listen,” Sirius began now in support of Remus. He brought over their cups of tea and sat down next to Remus. “You can’t leave.”

“So you’ve brought me all this extra food to prevent me from going anywhere? Half that bread will go mouldy before I get to open it.”

“No,” Remus rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, stretching his long fingers out and burying them in his hairline. “No, that’s not it.”

“This is the second surprise,” Sirius said as he sipped his tea. He glanced again at Remus, who was now rubbing his eyelids with the heel of his palm. When Remus lowered his hands, his eyes were a little watery and red from the pressure of his hand. He looked suddenly very tired, older than his twenty-one years. 

“The other thing…” Remus started. His eyes met Sirius’ eyes.

“It’s my brother,” Sirius blurted out quickly.

Flora blinked. “Brother?”

“Yes, my younger brother.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“That’s because he’s a little prick. We don’t talk about him. He's, um, he was on the—you know, the other side of things. A Death Eater.”

Remus sighed heavily. Flora noticed he was gripping his cup of tea very tightly as Sirius struggled to explain whatever it was he was trying to explain. And this was odd because Sirius was never lost for words. He was always so sure of himself.

“A Death Eater,” Flora repeated when Sirius trailed off, prompting him to continue.

“Yeah, uh… well, ex-Death Eater I suppose now,” Sirius coughed softly to clear his throat. He swallowed thickly and his Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably in his throat. “He abandoned it all and came to find me. He’s hurt. Badly hurt. I still don’t fully know what happened to him because he won’t tell me. I thought maybe You-Know-Who had done something to him. But he's talking, giving us information that is useful to the Order, and so far it's been accurate, reliable."

Flora nodded slowly, keeping her large eyes fixed on the two young men. “Okay…”

“He’s not safe where he is,” Sirius continued. “We’re hiding him in our flat at the moment, but he can’t stay there.”

Flora was not stupid, and the realisation of what he was trying to ask hit her very quickly. But she held back, not speaking, and she waited for the horror of the situation to descend.

“Just to be clear,” Remus spoke up in a low, glum voice, “I don’t want this. I wish this wasn’t happening at all and I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to tell me that you’ve invited a Death Eater to come and live with me?” Flora demanded now, her voice growing increasingly higher as panic set in. She looked to her brother for help, but he was looking down obstinately at the table.

“Ex-Death Eater,” Sirius quickly corrected.

Flora glowered. “Oh, that's alright then."

“He won’t hurt you,” Sirius floundered. “I trust him.”

Flora scoffed, folding her arms across her chest.

“Please, just listen to me” he pleaded. Remus was clearly sitting out on the discussion, having known exactly how his sister would react. It was down to Sirius to convince her, and so far he wasn’t doing a very good job.

“He won’t have access to his wand,” he continued. “He won’t be able to do any magic."

“So he is dangerous?”

“No, it’s just…” Sirius rubbed his face now. “He’s not dangerous. Not really—”

“Not really?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Remus muttered with another very heavy sigh. “Let me explain it to her.”

“I wish one of you would,” Flora snapped in irritation. 

“I was against it too, okay?” Remus began calmly. “I still am. I don’t like him but he’s been fairly reliable so far. He’ll be killed if he’s found. By the look of things, he nearly was killed."

Sirius’ face had grown rather pinched. He held his chin in his hand and frowned down at his mostly untouched cup of tea. His whole body, which he usually held in a careless, relaxed way, was now very tense and hunched.

“I just want him to be safe,” Sirius murmured without raising his eyes.

Flora was quiet for a long moment, glaring at the two of them. “So the extra food,” she began after a minute, “That’s for him?”

“I’m sorry we didn’t ask you first, Flo,” Remus answered softly. “We need to move him quickly though. It probably won’t be for long, mind. The Order will eventually find somewhere more permanent for him to go, maybe. But he’s not exactly their priority right now. He’s just a runaway, at the end of the day.”

“More like an escaped lunatic," Flora said indignantly. "I don’t want him here. I’m telling you no.”

“Flora, please,” Sirius looked up now. His soft eyes were huge and desperate. “I’ll be the first to admit he’s an insufferable little prick. He has his ridiculous airs and prejudices, but I swear he won’t hurt you. I wouldn’t have asked if I thought for even a moment that he would harm a hair on your head. Maybe it’s stupid, but I truly believe he can change. He just needs the chance.”

Flora sat back, halfway defeated. She found it very challenging to argue when Sirius was looking at her with eyes like that, and it did not help that she’d had a foolishly desperate crush on him since she was eleven. She knew she would cave the moment he asked. She reasoned she could handle a rude houseguest — she’d helped at the village pub when she was fourteen during the summer holidays — but she wasn’t so keen on her houseguest being a dark wizard who openly hated muggles. This would be odious, but she couldn’t deny Sirius anything.

“We already broached the subject with him,” Sirius went on when she didn’t respond. “We’ve made it very clear that he has to behave himself.”

“How long will it be for?”

Sirius shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. If he becomes too much to deal with, we’ll take him back to the flat until we can find another arrangement.”

“What exactly do you mean by ‘too much to deal with’?" She questioned carefully.

“Exactly what I said before. He’s a prick. I’m going to be completely honest with you, he will likely treat you with a lot of disdain because you’re a muggle. But whatever he says, take no notice. Just tell me and I'll sort the little bastard out."

“So he’ll just be rude?”

“At best, yes.”

“What about at worst?”

Sirius drummed his fingers on the table top. “He can be hateful.”

Remus sat up a little, as though a thought had just occurred to him. He touched Sirius’ arm lightly and shook his head, “Let’s not do this. We can find somewhere else for him to go. Why destroy her peace? She doesn’t need to know what people like him think of her.”

Sirius’ face dropped slightly. He looked a lot like a small child who had just been told no. Flora watched them curiously, feeling an odd swelling in her heart as she observed the pain and anxiety in Sirius’ eyes. Besides that, she was undeniably interested in doing something other than sitting around the house reading novels. When Flora had said life was boring, she meant she felt she was fading into the wings, always waiting, stagnant. She was so bored, lonely, and she resented her brother more and more everyday for keeping her here.

“Where’s he going to go, Moony?” Sirius was speaking in a low murmur to Remus. "He's not safe."

“We’ll find somewhere,” Remus replied with little certainty in his voice. “I promise.”

“He’ll be killed,” Sirius hissed. “They’ll find him.”

“They won’t.”

“One week,” Flora spoke up quietly, barely believing her own words as they left her mouth. She couldn't bear witnessing this. She didn’t have it in her to be cruel, and right now she felt cruel if she said no. “If he can behave himself for one week, he can stay.”

“Flo, you don’t have to—” Remus began hesitantly.

Sirius’ eyes lit up with new-founded hope though. “One week?” he replied quickly, latching to her words.

Flora nodded slowly. Her heart felt heavy but she couldn’t go back now. One week was fair, she reasoned. It wasn’t such a long time. And if Sirius’s brother turned out to be alright, then perhaps she would have a friend to fill her time with. As he was younger than Sirius, she assumed he must be her age. Either way, she reasoned, she had quite literally nothing to lose in letting him stay.

“One week. Okay,” Sirius nodded eagerly, “and we’ll visit every morning and evening to check how he gets on.”

Remus frowned. “I don’t think we can do that.”

“Well, I will anyway,” Sirius said. He then leaned across the table and clasped hold of Flora’s small hand. “Thank you. Thank you,” he whispered with great sincerity.

Flora coloured with pleasure, smiling a little in spite of herself as she relished in his joy and relief — joy and relief she had given. She knew her actions weren’t motivated out of any concern for his brother. Her motivation was purely for Sirius and herself.

“What’s his name anyway?” Flora asked, realising she’d never considered it.

“Regulus.”

“Of course it is,” she rolled her eyes gently and shook her head.

Sirius smiled, still grasping her hand in his tightly. He then kissed her hand, just like a knight in storybooks, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles. Flora blushed to her ears and looked away, mortified and thrilled. And that was that. Regulus Black would be arriving the very next day.

[votapublica]

just random thoughts:

From my experience of reading both Chinese fanfic and English MLM & WLW hp fanfic, it appears to me that English (especially American, don’t ask me how I know they are American) authors are more inclined to

Write under age sex

Write about messy dating as characters’ exploration of sexual identity or gender identity

Include trans characters

Characters having a clear statement like: I am gay/ I am bi

Talk about social justice issues, (eg. I forgot which fic but the two girls’ first talk is about lesbian activism)

While Chinese authors are more like to write:

Characters having sex (right) after they come of age

Instead of messy dating(also exists but less) characters feel miserable until they suddenly meet each other

Include intersex characters

Instead of saying: I am gay. They say: I just happen to fall in love of someone of the same sex. Instead of expressing: love is love. They say: you are you, and no matter what gender you are I still love you.

Usually the world either just accept them or the topic about social acceptance is ambiguous and instead focus on how the characters get together

[neonlight2]

Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

[khattichinni]

The Moons Star

“ l have a granddaughter? ”

Masterlist

" Sirius why can't you understand we can't take care of her in this condition? " Remus said as he packed his daughter's clothes in a bag as fast as he can while his husband cradeled their daughter in his arms trying to get her to stop crying.

"so, what should we do we can't just leave her like this whatever is going on with us shouldn't effect her she is just a child Remus" Sirius said as he swayed his daughter in his arms.

" I am not saying to leave her but for the time being while we are dealing with our divorce instead of troubling her with all this we can leave her with someone trust worthy " Remus said.

" And who is that Remus all of our friends are too young and with the war going on we can't just leave her with anyone" Sirius said.

" Well there is one person can leave her with" Remus said.

"Who?" sirius said.

" Your mother " Remus said and Sirius's eyes widened at that.

"Are you mad we can't just leave her with my mother you don't know how that women can be Remus" Sirius said.

"Sirius she is our only option we can't take care of her like this it can effect her" Remus said and Sirius signed he looked at his daughter he knew what Remus was saying is right they can't take care of her like this he looked at Remus and noded.

"Alright" Sirius said. Remus signed in relief as he closed the zip of the bag he finished packing.

" Great I'll send a letter to walburga explaining her of our situation" Remus said and picked up a parchment and quill to write a letter to walburga. Sirus sat in a chair as he thought of the mistakes he made that caused all of this to happen.

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“ Oh my god Sirius I can't believe you" Remus said as he rushed outside of the room of the apartment they shared.

" It's not what it looks like" Sirius said he walked Behind Remus tying his robe.

" Oh! Really then what is it like don't tell me she was just seeing how the bed feels with you lying on top of her " Remus said as he picked up his daughter and went out of the house. July snape saw what happened from the room and came out of the room and hugged Sirius.

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" Here I wrote the letter please give it to the owl to deliver it." Remus gave the letter to Sirius he noded and went to give the letter to owl. Remus signed and looked down at his daughter.

" I am sorry love. "

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Heyy! Guys so this was the first chapter of moon's star. in this story I have taken characters from my story on wattpad ultraviolence. So that's it bbye!!

[annabellelupin]

Marlene: dorca look what i got for you

Dorcas: Oh do I even want to know

Marlene: *pours out like 30 skeins of yarn on their coffee table* Lesbian yarn

Dorcas: ... what?

Marlene: I just so happened to go to the craft store earlier and they had a bunch of yarn that were like pride flag colors so I just had to get every one of them that looked like the lesbian flag

Marlene: you know. because you do the things with the yarn and you're a lesbian.

Dorcas:

Dorcas: this actually might be one of the sweetest things you've ever done for me

[tomcat-tapes]

What kind of magic spell to use?

Slime and Snails?

Or Puppy dog tails?

Thunder or lighting?

And baby said?

✨Dance Magic Dance✨

[butterli5]

Fanfic: "Close your eyes, have no fear."

Remus Lupin is a troubled teenager from a broken home in Chino, California, being taken in by the wealthy and compassionate Fleamont Potter, a public defender, and his wife, Euphemia, after Remus is abandoned by his family. Remus moves into their luxurious Newport Beach home, becoming an outsider in the opulent, drama-filled world of the O.C.

Remus quickly befriends the Potters' quirky, socially awkward son, James, who has his own struggles with fitting in. Together, they navigate the challenges of high school, love, and life in the elite Newport social circle.

If you like the vibe, check my fanfic, I have 2 chapters up.

I hope you like it, I'm excited to hear what you think.

[uhhlifeig]

Broom - September 24 - word count: 682 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Quidditch pitch was buzzing with excitement as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff faced off in their latest match. 

Remus sat in the commentator’s box, leaning back in his chair. He was totally ready to do his duty.

“And Gryffindor takes possession, James Potter dodging a Bludger- because of course, he makes everything look easy-,” Remus said, his voice amused. 

He paused for a second before adding, “I’m sure he’s very proud of himself.”

On the pitch, Sirius swooped down with Marlene at his side as he locked on to a nearby Bludger. 

Remus couldn’t help but track him, barely keeping his voice from cracking as Sirius smacked the Bludger towards the Hufflepuff Chasers with perfect form.

“Here comes Sirius Black, who I assume thinks he's auditioning for some dramatic flying role rather than playing Quidditch. But, credit where it's due- that was an excellent hit... probably all those hours working on his wrist strength.”

There was a snicker from some of the Gryffindor stands.

Sirius, mid-air, threw a blush-tinted grin back up toward the commentator’s box, saluting with his Beater’s bat.

Remus tried not to blush. Tried.

“And now Logsden has possession, passing to Potter- I swear this match is a personal highlight reel for James. Honestly, someone should remind him there are other players on this team.”

Down on the pitch, James gave a theatrical wave, clearly soaking in the attention. 

“And Black, once again, looking far too proud of himself for someone who just barely avoided hitting Rivers with that last swing,” Remus quipped, shaking his head. “Can someone please remind him that we’re here to hit Hufflepuffs, not Gryffindors?”

Marlene barked a laugh as she zoomed past Sirius. She elbowed him as she flew by, and he exaggerated a spin in response, nearly toppling over on his broom but grinning all the while.

“Honestly, it’s a miracle he hasn’t fallen off his broom yet,” Remus added with a laugh. “But I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies.”

“And Potter’s lining up for another shot at the goal… And he scores! Gryffindor now leads 30 to 10, and it’s no doubt the rest of us will hear about this in excruciating detail during dinner.”

Sirius and James high-fived in mid-air, and Sirius gave another look toward the commentator’s box, this time with a slightly exaggerated wave that had Remus rolling his eyes.

“I’d like to remind everyone that, despite what it looks like, James Potter is not actually playing this game by himself, though he seems convinced otherwise.”

There was a collective laugh from the Gryffindor stands, and even McGonagall could be seen stifling a chuckle.

“And now- oh, would you look at that! Another spectacular play by Sirius Black. I’m not sure if it’s bravery or simply a complete disregard for personal safety.”

Remus paused, as Sirius caught his eye once more and sent a playful smirk his way.

“Ah, and yes, that grin on his face means he’s fully aware I’m talking about him. And no, Sirius, you’re not getting special treatment from the commentary box, no matter how much you wink at me.”

The Gryffindor side howled in laughter, and Sirius blew a kiss in response, nearly toppling off his broom in the process. Remus shook his head.

“Honestly, it’s a miracle I’m allowed to commentate at all. But let’s move on... Hufflepuff still has a chance to- oh, never mind. Matthew Rivers has stolen possession, and Gryffindor is now leading by forty points!”

Remus smiled, watching Sirius dive-bomb a bludger.

“And there goes Black again, risking life and limb for... well, I’m not entirely sure why. Probably just for the drama. Typical Gryffindor behavior, honestly.”

When the Snitch was caught, signaling Gryffindor’s victory, the stands erupted in cheers. 

The dark-haired boy flew top speed right at the commentator’s box, still grinning like a madman.

“Nice commentary, Moony,” Sirius said, laughing as Remus raised an eyebrow.

“Nice flying, Black,” Remus shot back, feigning nonchalance. “Though, next time, maybe try not to hit our own team with that stick of yours.”

“No promises,” Sirius replied, still grinning.

[veryberryjelly]

letters & headstones

pairing : wolfstar x reader

🎃 - exploring a graveyard

👻 - " are you scared ? "

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

it wasn't an intentional visit.

the three of you had been walking back from a pub night with all of your friends and before you could even comprehend the way remus was leading you and sirius, you were being pulled through the gates of a cemetery.

one you passed on your way to work every day.

and one you avoided every time you walked past it.

cemeteries freaked you out to no end.

the fact that you could walk over dead people didnt sit right with you.

but it was a tradition remus and sirius had created a while ago and you wanted to be apart of it.

every october they'd go to the graveyard where remus' mother was buried.

remus would lay down new flowers, clean up her headstone, and would leave a letter amongst the flowers.

one that detailed all the important things going on in his life so she could know he was okay.

you felt lucky to be a part of this tradition.

as you stepped in time with your boys, a twig underneath one of their shoes snapping made you jump slightly, causing a slight laugh to slip from sirius' lips.

" are you scared ? " riser teased, a smile settling on both his and remus' lips now.

" no, got my big strong boys to protect me " you tightened your grip on both of their arms, your head resting against the top of remus' arm.

he pressed a short kiss onto of your head before coming to a stop among the rows of stones above the ground. you loosened your arm from his, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting him go.

sirius had given you a short brief as to how this normally goes.

sirius usually left remus to talk to his mum on his own instead of intruding, he was just there for moral support.

and you were happy to be there for his moral support as well.

you kept your arm locked around sirius', both of you watching as remus pulled away all of the dead flowers and weeds from her headstone.

it was quite an intimate thing to watch.

while remus was well aware both you and sirius were watching him, he was more focused on setting down the flowers and the letter.

the letter that entailed everything that had gone on in the past year, himself and sirius finally making their move on you, the three of you moving into a place that was for all of you, and the savings he had started building up to put towards your futures, no matter what that looked like.

after a few minute, he stood from the floor and returned to you and sirius, pressing a short kiss onto each of your lips before taking your hand.

" c'mon, let's get out of here before you get too scared " he teased causing you to lightly hit his arm.

and when sirius laughed too he got the same treatment.

[t1oui]

had an idea for two of my ocs that wouldn't work for them but i think it would work for jily so here's my thoughts

toxic singers jily except they're not toxic towards each other, they're toxic towards everybody else. (this isn't based on my kink is karma by chappell roan, but that song goes PERFECTLY with what i'm thinking. keep this in mind for later)

at first they're in a band with a few others, let's say dorcas and sirius. at the beginning lily is dating dorcas and james is dating remus, who isn't in the band.

see, sirius is the one who wanted to start the band. he's the one who's dreamed of being a musician. but james is the one everybody likes. james is the one people want to sing. james leaves sirius behind and starts writing songs with lily instead.

eventually, james and lily start their own band where it's just the two of them. everybody loves them and slowly they're spending more and more time with each other rather than their partners or friends. when dorcas breaks up with lily, it's a surprise to no one but them because they've been engrossed in their own little world. remus wants to talk to james but he can't because james is putting his friendship with lily over anyone and everyone else.

(their concern for james, as friends of his, is how sirius and remus meet)

finally, finally, james and lily decide to take a little time at home, and remus breaks up with james. and this is where the whole "my kink is karma" relation comes in, because that song is basically remus watching james become less and less like the person he fell in love with, spending all of his time with lily. he watches the two of them push everybody away, convincing themselves (and each other) that they're not the problem.

remus gets to be happy with sirius while james and lily ruin their lives without even realizing. remus gets to watch their 15 seconds of fame collapse out from under them, gets to start a new band with dorcas, sirius, and marlene where sirius gets all the spotlight he wants. remus gets to laugh when james and lily come crawling back to their old bandmates, to him, and beg for forgiveness. because it's too late, obviously. they had their choice, and they chose each other.

[princesslovinharmony]

Marlene: If I fall...

Dorcas: I'll be there to catch you!

Sirius: And if I fall...?

Remus: Then I'll fall with you, I'd never leave your side.

*James watching this*

James: And if I fall...?

Regulus: It was me. I pushed you.

[waynethevegetarian]

[cultofdionysus31]

[jamisonsss]

Me: hates o/c fics, thinks they’re cringy, will never read them, avoids them like the plague.

Also me: writes o/c fic

Yeah. Nobody hates myself more then me for that.