{ Okay so I know I disappeared from here and I’m super sorry about that! However, I’ve moved Remus to my multimuse blog, just because it’s easier for me to keep track currently and means I’ll hopefully be more active on him! He can now be found over on @samhlaiocht }

{ Okay so I know I disappeared from here and I’m super sorry about that! However, I’ve moved Remus to my multimuse blog, just because it’s easier for me to keep track currently and means I’ll hopefully be more active on him! He can now be found over on @samhlaiocht }

“One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin.”

Private & Selective Remus Lupin Penned by Nessa Some book influences but mostly headcanon based Anti-JKR

Guidelines || Bio || Verses

~ @pctioneer || ❤️’d for a starter ~

       Adjusting to being back at Hogwarts has been more difficult that Remus would like to admit. It had always been the place where he’d been happiest. Therefore, he’d been expecting that returning would bring with it nostalgia and homeliness. Instead, it’s been a whirlwind of emotions that he wasn’t entirely prepared for. Firstly, there’s Harry. As wonderful as it is to meet him, seeing him in Hogwarts is a permanent reminder of James. It has reawakened grief that’d been pushed down a long time ago. Secondly, there’s Severus. They don’t exactly have a positive history together. Remus is probably the last person he wants to see and yet, there he stands, outside the other man’s office, working up the courage to go in and ask for the wolfsbane that’d been promised by Dumbledore. 

        Hand lifts, finger balling into a fist and knocking gently on the door. “Severus? It’s Remus. May I come in?”

MY SON dir. Christian Carion

{ It’s Remus’s birthday so to celebrate I’m actually going to do some writing 🥰 He, on the other hand, will be spending the day baking and trying to forget about the fact that it’s his birthday. }

~ @conjvring || ❤️’d for a starter || For Draco ~

      Remus Lupin had always considered himself a patient man. He tried to work through his frustrations in a calm and meditative way. Most of the time it worked. Then he met Draco Malfoy - A walking irritant who seemed intent on poking fun wherever he could. However, Remus couldn’t show his annoyance. He had to remain resolute, attempting to remain professional and impartial - Even though all he wanted to do was complain and berate every time a snarky remark was thrown in Harry’s direction. 

       He was on his way to the library when he spotted Draco. It was strange to see him without his posse. There was a moment of hesitation as he debated whether or not to go a different route. This was soon quashed, inner voice silently scolding with a gentle “You’re the adult in this situation, Remus, stop being a fool” . After all, who could tell what Draco had to deal with? Everyone had their own struggles going on, Lupin knew that better than most. He attempted to keep this at the front of his mind as he made his way over. “Evening, Draco. Where are you off to?”

{ I’m so sorry, I’m really delayed getting starters out - Work has been hectic the past few days and I’m just too exhausted to write! I’m off from Friday though for a week so I’ll be here properly then ❤️ }

{ Like this for a small starter? 🥰 And I’ll do them either tonight or tomorrow! Or if you’d like to plot feel free to send me a message ❤️ }

~ @lovelylilyevcns​​ || ❤️’d for a starter ~

       It’d been a particularly tough week. Remus was finding it difficult to adapt to the world outside Hogwarts. They’d been pushed out of school and straight into a war with no adjustment period. He was internalising stress meaning that during his transformations he was taking it out on himself, leaving him battered and bloody the morning after. Some of the full moons he had to do on his own now - The Marauders were preoccupied, completely natural and understandable given the circumstances. 

        Lily had noticed him struggling. Remus didn’t know why he was surprised, she’d always been perceptive. She’d taken to being there, finding him after the moons and helping to clean him up, boosting his morale. He felt bad about relying on her so much - Couldn’t even begin to describe the gratitude that he had. Hence the appearance on her doorstep, a little basket in hand filled with lots of treats. He couldn’t afford much but he could make it up with his actions. He’d spent the morning in the kitchen, baking a wide array of desserts. Cupcakes, jam tarts, pastries, and a few slices of chocolate gateaux that he’d managed to save before giving the rest to Sirius to ravage. “Hi Lily.” Lips lifted into a faint smile, hands holding up the basket. “Got time for a cup of tea? I’ve been baking.” 

{ Verses page is complete! 🥰 Will be on tomorrow to finish doing my starts and reply to inbox things! }

“One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin.”

Private & Selective Remus Lupin Penned by Nessa Some book influences but mostly headcanon based Anti-JKR

Guidelines || Bio

George MacKay in WOLF (2021).

~ @proditeur​​ || ❤️’d for a starter ~

       Remus sniffles, attempting to tug his jacket around himself for some warmth. It’s tattered and thin, not nearly padded enough to shield him from the bitter breeze whipping down the street. Unfortunately, he’ll just have to make do, the money in his pocket has to last him through the full moon and until the end of the month. Fingers fumble with the buttons as he walks, eyes paying zero heed to his surroundings. It causes him to crash into the side of a man walking towards him. “I’m so - I didn’t -” Voice falters as his eyes lift. The recognition hits like a punch in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. He can barely breathe - a fact made worse by the breeze. He partly feels like he’s hallucinating.

       Nothing could have prepared him for the knock on effect of seeing Regulus. It drags him back. He’s been trying not to think about them but suddenly, in that moment, it all comes to the forefront of his mind. Memories of the Great Hall, Sirius teasing him, James doodling on his parchment, Peter fretting about potions. There’s a dull ache in his chest that lifts to his face, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He swallows, straightening in an attempt to make himself look less haggard. “Regulus -” Throat clears. “It’s been a while.”

JAMES MCAVOY in TOGETHER dir. Stephen Daldry 

~ @tapestryburned​ || ❤️’d for a starter ~

         When Remus is stressed he bakes. It’s a tactic inherited from his mother when he was growing up. Anytime he was hurting or frustrated at the world, she’d bring him into the kitchen and they’d make a dessert together. That was also the start of his wicked sweet tooth. When he’s baking he doesn’t use magic - He finds it more rewarding and reminiscent of his mother to do everything exactly the way she would do. It’s meditative. He’s in the process of decorating a chocolate sponge, flour in his hair, eggshells on the ground - The whole place dusted in icing sugar. Eyes look up as Sirius appears, heel of his palm coming up to wipe a speck of icing away from his cheek. “Hi. Sorry about the mess -” He grasps his wand, flicking it before returning his attention to his cake. The pots and pans in the sink start cleaning themselves. “Do you want a drink? Or food?” He also fusses when he’s stressed. “I went to the shops this morning so the fridge is full.”

;; So, I’ve finally settled on my FC choices 😍

George Mackay - Ages 16 - 32 (Essentially for all verses before he becomes DADA professor)

James McAvoy - 32 and upwards (All verses set during and after his time as professor)