#thought about remus lupin
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Did you guys ever stop to think this:
When Remus is transforming into a werewolf all of his bones, possibly, break and reposition themselves to fit his wolf form? And this happens again when he reverts to human form, which is why he feels so much pain and could be one of the reasons for his memory loss the next day....
#remus lupin#thought about remus lupin#ma poor boy#I want to hug him so bad 😭#the marauders#marauders#remus lupin x reader#marauders x reader#the marauders x reader
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Pandora Rosier who dreams of the future, who doesn't just dream of a boy drowning in a cave. but sees her brother laying on the ground; not moving, the normally cheerful Barty screaming for his mother in the dark. Who hears Dorcas' sobs ringing in her ears no matter what song she hums.
It's not just her friends she sees in visions, one day Marlene Mckinnon falls from her broom and a flash of her falling after being hit with a spell haunts Pandora for weeks. Lily and James bickering in the hall turns into death on Halloween. Alice's shrieks as Frank tosses her in the lake morph in screams of pain. Sirius staring at his brother across the dining hall melt into him staring at his brothers star from a prison cell. Remus reading alone in the library turns into his sitting alone at a graveyard. Oddly enough she never sees Peter though.
Pandora Rosier who is cursed with far to much knowledge and no power to change it. Pandora, who will see her own demise after watching all those she cares for go before her.
#i have thoughts about her#not many of them are happy#pandora rosier#regulus black#barty crouch jr#dorcas meadowes#marauders era#marauders#marlene mckinnon#lily evans#james potter#alice fortescue#frank longbottom#remus lupin#peter pettigrew
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Wolfstar!!
#the marauders#marauders era#harry potter#marauders fanart#wolfstar#remus x sirius#remus lupin#genderfluid sirius black#sirius black#sirius orion black#hp#they went on a date#that is all i thought about#drawing this#just them being cute#and pda#a lot of pda
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sirius is so funny because he was so gay the author couldn’t think of a single random woman to pair him off with and beat the allegations so she had to kill him
#even in flashbacks he just doesn’t gaf about girls#it’s hilarious#my boy is gay#soo talks#harry potter#sirius black#marauders#remus lupin#james potter#wolfstar#thoughts#shitpost
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This is inspired by this post :))
“Padfoot?” Harry asked, scrambling up to the table beside Sirius. He slapped his grubby little hands up on the table that was taller than he, and peaked over it to get a look at what Sirius was doing, “What’s that?”
“These are taxes.” Sirius said calmly, reaching down to grab Harry by the waist and hoist him up onto his own lap, “It’s things adults have to do with money. It’s very boring.”
“Do you have to do writing?” He asked, poking the page with a… green finger.
“Yes, a little bit.” Sirius said, grabbing Harry’s hand to get a good look at it, “Why are all of your fingers different colours, Bambi?”
“I wanted to be a rainbow!” He exclaimed, poking Sirius in the face, “Just like you!”
Beside them, Remus snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Just like me, huh?” Sirius asked.
“Yeah.” Harry giggled, “Like you and uncle Moony.”
Sirius laughed and nudged Remus in the ribs, “Hear that Moons? It’s not just me.”
Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head, “You’re trouble, Harry.”
Harry giggled and smiled up at Sirius, “Do you get to do colouring on taxis?”
“Taxes, Sprout, they’re called taxes.” Sirius corrected, running a hand over Harry’s unruly hair, “And no, it’s so boring. No colours allowed.”
Harry poked out his tongue and blew a raspberry, “Can I help you? Maybe I can make it fun.”
“You can absolutely help me if you like, Remus has to help me too because I’m not much good at this stuff. I reckon you’ll be pretty good at it though, don’t you think?”
“Yeah! I’m good at everything.” Harry nodded, “Mummy says I’m the best ever.”
“Well, your mummy is right. Isn’t she, Moons?”
“She’d probably hex me if I said she was ever wrong.” Remus agreed, “So yes, your mother is always right, Harry. You are the best ever.”
Proudly, Harry grinned and stuck his hands up in the air. Sirius tugged him into a big hug and kissed the top of his head before they settled comfortably in their shared chair.
Harry listened carefully as Remus explained each step to Sirius, and together they figured out how to do Sirius’ taxes.
Once that task was done, Remus left for work and Harry followed Sirius through their little house towards the laundry.
“Can I help, please, Padfoot. Mummy says I’m so helpful.”
“Absolutely you can help me, Harry.” Sirius grinned, opening up the washing machine and pulling out all the wet laundry. “I’ll carry this basket outside because it’s very heavy, but maybe you can help me hang everything out, how does that sound?”
“Okay!” Harry shouted running off in the other direction, “I’ll go get your sunglasses!”
“They’re beside my bed!” Sirius called back, chuckling to himself as he loaded up the basket.
He met Harry by the back door, and the little boy was huffing and puffing from his run throughout the house, looking for Sirius’ sunglasses and his own pair that had gotten lost in the mess of his own little room for sleepovers.
They both put their shades on, looking super cool and awesome in them together, and went outside into the summer sun to hang the laundry.
Harry was very helpful, as he said he would be, and handed Sirius each individual item from the basket so he could hang them out. Harry wanted to help hang things up too, because he said it looked fun, but he was too short to reach the clothes line. Sirius did put the boy on his shoulders at one point to hang a few of his own little socks and undies out.
Harry was very satisfied to be helping. Sirius finds it’s adorable how Harry just wants to hang around him all the time, even when he’s doing perfectly mundane things like laundry and taxes. But he supposed he used to be the same with James.
When they were younger, Sirius would follow James everywhere, and he’d watch when James wanted to do extra homework, he’d watch when James polished his broom, and he’d hang around when James wanted to read his magazines. They were best friends, of course Sirius wanted to spend every waking minute with James.
It fills him with so much pride to be that best friend to little Harry. It makes him so happy to know that Harry likes to plod around behind Sirius, doing the most boring of things, simply because he enjoys Sirius’ presence.
Sirius and James may be the best of friends, but they’re nothing compared to the friendship Harry and Sirius have created. They’re together as much as they possibly can be. When Harry was really little, he’d often get confused and call Sirius “dad”, which only made James extremely happy of course.
After the laundry was hung out, they popped back inside for a spot of tea and muffins before getting ready to head out for the day. Harry put his favorite t-rex shirt on, and the boots Sirius bought him for his last birthday. Sirius also wore his boots, and his T.Rex shirt so they’d sort of match.
They both took their leather jackets and wore their matching “cool guy” sunglasses.
Sirius isn’t allowed to take Harry on his motorcycle without adult supervision (James does not count as adult supervision), so they walked down the street, hand in hand, to the bus stop to head into town.
Harry had a wonderful time on the bus, as he always does. He likes to press his face up against the window and watch the world zoom by. It fascinates him how they can move so fast without feeling the wind in his hair or anything, unlike flying on a broom. He thinks it’s brilliant.
He also had a lovely chat with an older lady on the bus. Harry likes to talk to strangers, which became a bit of an issue a few months ago when he’d just wonder off with them. Luckily none had been of the evil sort and helped him find his family again, but it was certainly a problem. He’s better now though, only talking with strangers when someone he knows is also there.
So when an older lady sat across from them on the bus, Harry got chatting away. She told Sirius he was such a lovely boy, and that he should be a very proud dad. Harry and Sirius both had a bit of a giggle about that, and Harry corrected her by calling Sirius his “bestest friend in the entire world and also my uncle”.
When they finally reached their stop, Sirius had to pick Harry up and carry him away because all he wanted to do was chat with the lady. He was very upset to get off the bus, but Sirius bribed him with a lollipop later, so Harry calmed down.
“What’s this place?” Harry asked as they walked through the double doors of the optometrist.
“It’s where you go to get glasses.”
“Oh…” He furrowed his brow, “Did daddy have to go here?”
“Yep.” Sirius nodded, “He has to come back every so often, too.”
“Why are we here?” Harry asked, skipping along beside Sirius as they walked up to the counter, their hands intertwined.
“Because Moony thinks I need glasses, even though I think he’s wrong. But also… you might need glasses too.”
“Like daddy?”
“Yeah, like daddy.” Sirius smiled, “We have to get a little test done, but don’t worry, it’s not scary, just a bit weird. And I’m gonna be there the whole time.”
“Okay.” Harry shrugged, “Can I get glasses like daddy?”
“You can get whatever glasses you want, if the eye doctors say you need them.”
“Okay!” Harry grinned, jumping on the spot.
When the pair were finally called in for their assessment, Sirius went first to help calm some of Harry’s rising nerves. He sat in the chair and confidently named all the letters the optometrist pointed out to him. Once all his tests were done, and Harry was squirming in his lap, excited and ready to take his own tests, the optometrist delivered some shocking news.
“Yeah, you really need some glasses.”
“Shit.”
“Bad word!” Harry gasped, “You’re not allowed to say that.”
“Bullocks, then.” Sirius corrected, “Bloody Remus, why is he always right?”
Harry was very brave through the bulk of his tests, it was only when the optometrist had to get up close to his eyes did he grab onto Sirius and squeeze his wrist so hard that he has little half moons indented in his skin from Harry’s nails.
Nevertheless, Sirius was proud of him, and he told Harry so much. Together, they wondered through the store, hand in hand, and picked out their glasses.
Harry picked a pair similar to his dads, round, black wire frames that were almost bigger than he was. He loved them though, and thought he looked amazing in them, and Sirius thought he was too adorable to not let Harry get them.
Sirius picked out some semi rimless tortoiseshell glasses that suited his face well, and didn’t draw too much attention whilst still accentuating his eyes. When he asked for Harry’s opinion, Harry just said, “You look really smart!”
Sirius looked back at his own reflection and realised he did look pretty smart, and decided he should buy them because Remus would probably find him really attractive.
Once the glasses were bought and they both stepped out wearing them, they headed down to the store to buy some groceries. Tonight, Harry wanted to help cook dinner with Sirius because they were having a big family tea. Lily and James were coming over, as well as Uncle Wormy, Aunt Mary, and Lele (or, Marlene, who refused to be called an aunt because she did not feel responsible enough for that title. Harry calls her Lele, and is the only one allowed to do so, because when he was smaller he couldn’t pronounce Marlene, or Marls, or Marlie, so he automatically shortened Marlie to Lele).
Harry got to sit in the trolley as they wandered around the store, and he was very helpful when grabbing the food they needed and putting it all in the bottom of the trolley in a very organised manner. All the cold things were on one side, all the not cold things on the other, all the big things at the back, and all the little things at the front. Sirius was very impressed with his organisation.
“What do you think, Bambi?” Sirius asked, stopping by the meats, “Would you prefer roast chicken, or roast lamb for tea?”
“Uhm…” Harry thought, tapping his chin as he inspected the meat isle, “Lamb because it’s bigger and I’m so hungry.”
Sirius giggled and grabbed the lamb, handing it to Harry to organise in the trolly, “Careful, muscle man, it’s heavy.”
“Woah!” Harry wobbled as he took it in two hands, carefully crouching down to put it where he wanted it to go, “It’s okay, I’m getting really strong.”
“Yes you are.” Sirius grinned, beginning to push the trolley again, “You’re almost stronger than I am.”
Harry giggled, very giddy on the compliment. Sirius adores how easy it is to get Harry in a giddy state, he gets so adorably flustered anytime anyone gives him a compliment, Sirius can’t help but compliment him all the time.
Honestly, it’s probably a little selfish of him, but he supposed it’s a good thing anyway, that he wants to dote on Harry all the time. He never grew up understanding what it felt like to be loved, he never had the adults in his life compliment him, or encourage him, or help him when he got things wrong, so he does all these things double for Harry.
It makes him so incredibly happy to know that the little rascal is growing up with such a loving environment around him, and with so many people who care about him so viscerally. So who gives a fuck if it’s selfish, at least Harry gets to feel pure happiness every single day, and gets tucked into bed at night with forehead kisses and story times, and at least he knows what it feels like to be loved.
He can’t help himself when he leans over and scruffs up Harry’s hair, and honestly, darn Remus because now he can see the twinkle of admiration in Harry’s eyes even better. Sirius flicks him on the end of the nose, which makes Harry giggle, and they spin around the corner to continue with their shop.
“We need to remember to get some mint when we go back past the vegetables, so we can make some mint sauce. Do you think you can remember that, smarty pants?”
“I will try my best.” Harry smiles, standing up and facing the front of the trolly to point Sirius in the right directions, because he’s in charge here, that’s the rules, according to Harry. “Can we please get some pudding?”
“I think that’s a great idea.” Sirius smiled, “What are you thinking? Maybe some icecream? Or something warm?”
“Icecream with lots of toppings!” Harry shouted, turning back to look at Sirius, “Can we have strawberries and grapes?”
“Ooh, that sounds super yummy.” Sirius grinned, “And chocolate sauce and sprinkles too?”
Harry giggled, “Yes please.”
“Lead the way, captain!” Sirius bellowed out, and Harry turned to point him in the wrong direction, and they spent the next ten mineuts getting lost in the store.
By the time they got to the register, Sirius realised he’d forgotten the mint.
When Sirius raced back to the front of the store, to find Harry standing there anxiously with fully packed bags and an impatient cashier, he panted out a quick apology, scanned through the mint, and rushed Harry out of the store with their shopping.
“Sorry, Harry.” Sirius grumbled, switching the bags around in his hand to get a comfortable grip on them, “I know you hate being left up there by yourself.”
“She didn’t even want to talk to me!” Harry pouted, carrying a whole bag of shopping by himself. He looked like he was struggling with it, but when Sirius asked if he needed a hand, he promised he was strong enough to carry it himself.
“Well, she must have sucked. Some people are so boring, aren’t they?”
“Yeah.” Harry moped.
“But, if it’s any consolation, I bought you a giant sized lollipop like I promised.”
“Giant?” Harry asked, bewildered as he looked up at Sirius.
“Giant.” Sirius whispered back, like it was a wonderful secret, “It might even be bigger than you.”
Harry laughed so brightly, almost tripping over his own feet he was so distracted by it, “You’re so silly, Paddy.”
“I know, I know, I’m just the silliest.” Sirius laughed along with him, “You can eat it on the bus, if you want. But you won’t be allowed to eat it when your mum and dad come over, or they’ll get me in trouble for letting you have so much sugar.”
“Okay, I’ll keep a secret.” Harry whispered, absolutely delighted by the thought of keeping secrets from his parents.
“Good boy.” Sirius grinned down at him, “Come on, we’re almost at the bus stop.”
On the ride home, Sirius started up a game of I-Spy, which Harry roped a couple of teenagers on their way home from school into playing. They were two girls, each with hair bigger than their backpacks, who giggled whenever Harry said something adorable.
Sirius only stopped giggling with them when one of the girls made a comment about how Harry had a really cute dad too. Which of course, Harry didn’t pick up on and only corrected them the same way he had that old lady earlier today, but Sirius very pointedly didn’t continue any conversation with them out of pure discomfort.
On the short walk back from the bus stop to Sirius’ house, Harry started to struggle even more with his shopping bag. The big day had started to catch up with him, and the little boy started to get tired, tripping over his own feet and going unnaturally quiet. Not only that, but carrying an entire shopping bag whilst also trying to eat a jumbo lollipop seemed to be a very hard task.
“Oh, Harry, would you be able to grab my keys out of my pocket? I’ve got my hands full.”
“Me too!” Harry groaned. He had a tendency to get grumpy when he’s tired.
“Yes, yes, just put that bag down for a second- here, hand it to me, there you go.” Sirius nodded, taking the bag from Harry, “And hand me your lollipop- good boy.”
Harry reached into Sirius’ pocket and pulled out the house keys, finding the right one to stick in the door, “Got them.”
“Great job.” Sirius smiled, handing the lollipop back to Harry, but keeping the bag, “And there’s all your things back, good job. How about some I-Spy?”
“Okay.” Harry shrugged, too distracted to notice that Sirius had kept the shopping bag. It wasn’t very heavy, it just had a loaf of bread, the mint, some crisps, and a punnet of strawberries in it, but that was a lot for such a little boy. Sirius knew he wouldn’t give the bag up willingly, not wanting to look weak in front of his cool Uncle Padfoot, so Sirius has to get smart about these things.
Luckily, Sirius knows his nephew well enough to do these things smoothly.
They played a lazy game of I-Spy the rest of the short walk home, and Harry cheered up a little without the extra weight in his hands. He was pretty happy to be the one who unlocked the door when they got there, and ran inside to greet Libby the lizard.
Libby was a bearded dragon Sirius had purchased on a whim one afternoon about two years ago. He and Harry had been out on a walk and popped into the pet shop so Harry could look at all the puppies and kittens, and when he saw the lizard he thought it was so hilarious and cool that Sirius brought it for him.
When Lily found out, she was furious. James was laughing his arse off, just thankful it wasn’t a cow, because Harry had previously been asking for a pet cow and he knows how easily Sirius bends to Harry’s will, especially when he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.
Lily said Harry could keep the lizard if he wanted, but it had to live at Sirius’ house, so of course Sirius agreed. At age three, Harry had a pet lizard he named Libby because there wasn’t much else he knew how to say, and Sirius took care of it for him.
The pair quickly unpacked all the bags, gave Libby her dinner, and then had a little break after their big day of walking around. Sirius made them both some tea and biscuits, and Harry did some colouring whilst they chatted.
Sirius got started on the dinner preparations whilst Harry continued to do some colouring, still too tired to help out just yet.
In the lounge, they had Led Zeppelin playing on the record player, because they were one of Harry’s favorites. Immigrant Song is Harry’s favorite, he likes to sing along to the “Ah ah aahhhhh ah” part.
Mindlessly, Sirius chopped up the vegetables for roasting, singing and dancing along to the tunes vibrating through the house.
After flipping the record, very carefully, as he had been taught by his uncles, Harry pondered into the kitchen and stepped up on his little helping-out-stool, and layed all the veggies out on the tray and covered them in oil and seasonings.
“Very good job, Harry.” Sirius smiled, taking the lamb out of the packet, “Go wash your hands again and you can help me season the meat, yeah?”
“Okay.” Harry grinned and skipped off to clean up.
Whilst waiting, Sirius turned the oven on to preheat and washed his own hands at the kitchen sink. When Harry returned, they got to smothering the meat in seasonings together and plopping it on the rack over the vegetables.
“Now, whilst that’s cooking we’ll make up the mint sauce, and then that’s all done.” Sirius smiled, “Should we prepare dessert now as well?”
“I think so.” Harry nodded, “Then we can be more fancy, like a restaurant, when everyone gets here.”
“Right you are, Sprout.” Sirius winked at him, grabbing the mint out of the fridge and instructing Harry on how to help.
They pottered around each other, and Harry did a very good job of stirring the sauce as Sirius quickly diced up the strawberries for dessert. And once everything was done, they got started on setting the table.
Remus came home about midway through their process, smiling at the inviting smell of a roast dinner. The full moon was approaching, Remus was even more appreciative of a good lamb roast than ever.
“Hi, love.” Sirius smiled, wandering over to kiss his partner hello.
“Hi.” Remus melted, kissing Sirius’ cheek back, “I see I was right?”
Sirius groaned, “Shut up- don’t Harry and I just look so flash in our new glasses?”
“Oh, look at you!” Remus smiled as Harry started to show off a bit, “Two very handsome men, you are.”
Harry giggled, hugging Remus’ leg, “Thanks, Uncle Moony!”
“Now, go shower and change.” Sirius said, shoving Remus towards their room, “We’ve got dinner to cook and guests to greet. Go, go.”
“Cute apron.” Remus smiled, backing away, “Pinks certainly your colour.”
Sirius flipped him off, one hand subconsciously smoothing over the frilly apron James had jokingly gifted him one Christmas.
Harry dragged Sirius back into the kitchen just in time to pull the roast out of the oven, and it smelt delicious. So delicious in fact, that Harry actually started drooling as he stared at it.
Sirius laughed his arse off, quickly wiping the boys chin before it dribbled down his shirt.
Once they had both calmed down a little, and Harry’s embarrassment had subsided, they got to cutting up the meat and plating. Harry was very helpful in this process, using the little tongs in the shape of dog paws to dish out all the vegetables into serving bowls, as well as transferring the cut off slices onto a platter for easy serving.
Once the table was all set and ready, and Harry was satisfied with how everything looked, he rushed over to put on some good “eating dinner” music as their family started to arrive.
Together they all sat around the dinner table, Harry at the head with Sirius right beside him at his request, and shared a lovely meal together.
James was almost rendered to tears when Harry told him he picked the glasses that looked most like his dads. Sirius had to hold his hand whilst he sobbed over his carrots.
Once the meal was done, Harry begged for another sleep over at his Uncle Pads because they had the best time ever doing big people things tomorrow. Sirius, of course, agreed, and the both of them begged James and Lily for another sleepover. Besides, Sirius had more mundane things to do tomorrow, and Harry always finds a way to make those things fun.
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Anyway, I love Sirius and Harry’s friendship and I also love the marauders just doing normal people things so I thought why not?
This was great because I haven’t been able to write in ages cause some personal shit happened and my mind has been mush ever since and I’ve had all these writing ideas but no motivation or energy to write so this was really really fun. I didn’t put too much energy or effort into it, you know, it’s a pretty basic fic but I still think it’s fun.
Thanks for taking the time to read! I’d really appreciate reblogs and comments, they always make my day <3
#perfectly mundane#jay writes#sirius & harry#sirius black#harry potter#sirius and harry are the best of bestest friends#harry idolises the shit out of his cool uncle sirius#also Harry being fascinated by the bus is such an adorable thought to me#James is such a proud dad he cries about everything Harry says or does#wolfstar#jily#they all lived#the marauders#dead gay wizards#uncle padfoot#dadfoot#uncle moony#remus lupin#lily evans#James potter#fan fic#ficlet#marauders ficlet#no war au
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A couple of old dogs
#I thought it was about time I reread atyd so I popped on an audio of it whilst I doodled#we are sorely lacking in old married couple wolfstar content#fanart#wolfstar#remus lupin#Sirius black#Harry Potter
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do i dare write a red, white and royal blue starchaser au?
regulus black is the heir to the french monarchy
james potter is the son of the prime minister
prince philip and his wife as lucius and narcissa
remus lupin is regulus black’s equerry and sirius black is regulus’ abdicated idiot of a brother
princess beatrice as pandora lovegood (adopted) and nora holleran as lily evans!!
barty and evan are regulus’ bodyguards
while severus is miguel 🤮
peter is james’ bodyguard 🫶🏽
meanwhile dorlene are regulus’ and james mom’s PA’s and help starchaser hide their relationship from the public 🫡 (basically damage control)
#i’ve thought about this too much#juliwrites#harry potter#marauders#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black#jegulus#starchaser#wolfstar#pandalily#rosekiller#dorlene#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows#lesbian marlene#non binary dorcas#red white and royal blue#prince henry of wales#alex claremont diaz
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“i can’t give you what you want me to give you,” sirius said, his words rolled around his cigarette. “it’s not… i don’t think i can. you deserve someone who can love you the way you want them to love you, and that’s not me.”
“but it’s you i want. i’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” remus whispered, his eyes not leaving sirius’ body. “please.”
sirius rolled to his side, his grey eyes blending into hazel. “it’s not that easy, remus,” he answered quietly, seeming to be afraid to ruin the sanctity of the moment.
“we can try,” remus suggested, hoping that he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt, hoping that this would not be the end of them. “whatever you want. we’ll take it slow. can’t you… can’t you just give us a chance?”
sirius cupped his chin and kissed him, teeth and tongue and lips and regret and something that tastes bitter on his tongue that he isn’t quite sure that is tobacco. his fingers carded through remus’ curls, then kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.
“is this a yes?” remus asked, feeling his face heat up and the blush spread over his cheeks.
“it’s a maybe.” sirius smiled against his shoulder, and for remus, right then, that was more than enough.
#having thoughts about my#tattoo artist sirius black#au. they’re so stupid i need to bonk their heads together until they kiss#i want to write a fic with this au so bad but like. too many wips 💔#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#my writing
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i have a seemingly endless list of WIPs currently (some on ao3, some still hidden away🤭) so i’m going to dump them here in case anyone wants to ask about them and listen to me ramble (my asks are always open for anyone who wants to discuss the marauders)
already on ao3
• be good to me (i beg of him) — first chapter is on ao3, and it’s also known as the dilf of the century fic
• inertia — first four chapters already on ao3, dystopian jegulus and wolfstar !!!
still to come
• yet broken, still you breathe (you aren’t getting any details about this one yet unfortunately)
• the james potter love letters
• the jegulus dads disneyland oneshot
• country radio (aka the wolfstar cowboy fic)
• until one of us forgets (the lego batman jegulus raising harry au that’s actually really depressing)
• the angel in my living room (wolfstar religious trauma fic)
• spit on my grave (another secret project)
• jegulus biochemistry phd project academic rivals thing
• marauders titanic au (thank you maggie and euge)
#fuck this is long#someone please talk to me about these#i have so many thoughts#i’m gonna be here for years writing these#marauders#marauders fic#marauders fanfiction#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#ao3 writer
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remus is passive because he's afraid of other people fearing him and the consequences of that fear, he feels he has to hide every aggression and assertion in him in order to hold a place in society and have the people he loves stay.
mary is passive because she knows what it's like having to fight for everything and assert herself for every little thing in order to be a part of society and she's so tired of it and is too exhausted to constantly fight for everything anymore.
#i thought about peter being passive but idk. i don't think he actually is passive really#remus 'i shouldn't fight back' lupin and mary 'i don't want to fight back anymore' macdonald#marauders era#marauders#remus lupin#mary macdonald
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I want to have an intense makeout session with Remus in the room of requirement's, where no one can bother us 😔👉🏻👈🏻💖
#remus lupin x reader#marauders era#golden era#thought about Remus Lupin#young remus imagine#remus x reader#remus lupin#marauders imagine#the marauders x reader#the marauders#ma pretty boy#i love him so much#send help#😭
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James going on and on for over an hour about how Regulus was definitely flirting with him today. like it was so obvious, i swear he was blushing, heart shaped eyes- the whole nine yards, right guys?
the rest of the marauders just sitting there, remus is reading, sirius is sleeping, and pete is the only one still listening (hes a good bro like that) but they kind just go, uh... james, mate? he told you to fuck off? he barely looked you in the eye? How hard did lily hit you with that textbook?
#the real reason peter betrayed him#i thought about making this Jily because I'm strong believer in all options when it comes to james#like that man has such a big heart your telling me he couldn't find himself madly in mad with both??#anyways i will write about that particular thought LATER#james potter#regulus black#sirius black#remus lupin#marauders era#marauders#jegulus#ew hate that name#sunseeker#hints of jily#lily evans#peter pettigrew
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how does one not think about r j lupin during the view between villages at the noah kahan concert?
…..asking for a friend
#it’s me#i’m the friend#I just got back from the noah kahan concert and#guys that was a religious experience#he is so talented 😭#and I thought about dead gay wizards the whole time#remus lupin#rj lupin#marauders#marauders era#sirius black#wolfstar#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#noah kahan#the view between villages#stick season#noah kahan concert
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one-shot fic recs
ok so i’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much i LOVE a one-shot. this def did not used to be the case -- as a teenager and as a younger adult (28 is still young obv but i’m talking like my early 20s) i read a lot more long fics. but now i have a high-pressure job and a partner and too many friends and my own writing and all these, like, responsibilities. ew! with less time to read fic, i find myself gravitating towards shorter works.
in comes the one-shot! writing short can be so, so hard, and i’m always impressed when authors can give a fantastic, complete story in under 15k words. so, on that note, here are a few of my favs that i love to revisit!
Terms and Conditions by @squidgilator (wolfstar, T, 6852 words)
These terms and conditions create a contract between you and R.J.L. (the “Agreement”). Please read the Agreement carefully. To confirm your understanding and acceptance of the Agreement, check “Agree” and sign.
The Other Side of the Wall (or Laundry Day is Every Day) by bluberd (wolfstar, E, 10176 words)
Sirius has never been the most moral of people, but he's pretty sure that wanking off to the sounds of Remus having sex is crossing some sort of line.
Credit No Credit by @halictus-writer (wolfstar, E, 13968 words)
Remus and Sirius are both applying to graduate school. Whenever they cross paths at program visits, they inevitably hook up. This situation would make more sense to their friends if they weren't supposed to be enemies.
A wolfstar university-set enemies with benefits to lovers AU.
moonlight sonata by @pancakehouse (wolfstar, M, 13799 words)
On the drive to Lupin Family Christmas, Sirius and Remus break up. What follows is several days of heartbreak, longing, and two boys trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
And if it's worth making right again.
Under Arrest by @lostmykeysie (wolfstar, M, 4163 words)
Remus has just had his first book published, and this rightly calls for a party. His friends and coworkers are there, the champagne is flowing, and life cannot get any better.
And then the doorbell rings.
ok so these all turned out to be wolfstar bc i...absolutely do not make rec lists and thus 0% planned this, but i’d love to see what other short fics everyone’s reading in other pairings too! anything under 15k will do :) feel free to link me in the replies etc. xoxoxo love you all!
**EDIT**: i am removing one of the fics i originally had on this list bc someone has called to my attention that the author jellybeany has said some genuinely awful and disturbing things. no support of that (or ANY of jkr’s views) on my page!
#wolfstar#wolfstar fic rec#remus lupin#sirius black#i thought about being more intentional with this list#and then i thought:#eh better not#so if i've missed any good ones do let me know!#esp my little pocket friends on here#self rec to me! i love you all!#em recs#but i probably won't do it again
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Reaching for
(Sirius Black / Remus Lupin | 896 words)
CW: Sirius' trauma from Azkaban
Sirius is wearing Remus’ jumper and trousers. Remus had to lend them to him since he doesn’t own anything anymore. Not even clothes. Not after Azkaban. He is sitting on the floor his back pressed against the sofa. Remus is right next to him. Both of them are breathing heavily as the silence stretches between them. They’ve been arguing for days since Sirius showed up at Remus’ flat. The arguments were vicious. Anger and pain are powering every word, every raised voice.
When the rage subsides, Sirius is left empty. He is tired of fighting. Fighting to escape Azkaban, to live on a street for almost a year, to look for his former friend. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He just wants to sleep. He is so tired. Everything in him screams to give up. But one look at his friend, the love of his life, keeps him going. He will fight for Remus. To have him in his life again. It’s worth it. He is worth it.
Remus looks at him and sights. He gets up silently urging Sirius to do the same. He has no idea what is happening. Usually, their fights end up with one of them storming out. But today it was different and Remus waited for him. “I’m tired Sirius. I don’t want to fight, we’ve both given up so much already, been through too much. You just got back after twelve years. And I don’t want to fight. I just want to be with you.”
They both know that this is not how it works. But it’s what they both want and maybe that’s enough. “Me too, Moons.”
Remus gives him a tired smile. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He stretches his arm out offering his hand to Sirius to take it. It’s the first time Remus suggested they will share a bed. Until now Sirius was sleeping on the sofa alone.
He stares at the hand. Aching to take it but terrified at the same time. No one touched him in thirteen years. Not without the intention of hurting him. Not, accept the embrace with Remus in the shrieking shack a year ago. But that’s tainted by Peter being there. Everything happened so fast that Sirius doesn’t even remember the embrace. Not fully, not how it felt to be held by someone.
Since the Halloween of 1981, every touch was meant to punish him. And Remus is standing here with sincerity in his eyes waiting for Sirius to do the simple thing and take his hand. But what if Sirius is so broken that even this touch will hurt? It would destroy him.
“Pads?” Remus asks confused taking a step closer. Sirius hates he instinctively takes a step back. “What’s wrong?”
Sirius bites his lower lip keeping it from trembling. “You don’t want to sleep in the bed with me? I’m sorry, I just thought… never mind.” Remus says quietly.
“I want to,” Sirius whispers his voice on the verge of breaking.
“So, what is it?”
Sirius wraps his arms around himself, one hooking over his elbow and the other on his side. Holding himself together. Protecting the only thing he has left, his body. Destroyed and broken, but still his. He is swiping his thumb over his skin in an attempt to soothe himself. It never really worked, but it was his only option. Remus is observing him. “Sirius?”
“No one touched me in thirteen years without hurting me,” Sirius admits embarrassed. He thinks how pathetic it sounds.
“I won’t hurt you,” Remus says, and Sirius can hear the hurt in his voice. He tries to smile at Sirius, but even Remus can’t hide the sadness. He holds out his hand once again and waits. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
It takes Sirius a long time to get his breathing under control. As he takes a step closer, his whole body is screaming at him. When he reaches for Remus, all he can hear in his mind is run. He pushes through. His fingers are hovering only inches above the palm of Remus’ hand. He can feel the heat coming from the other man. He holds his breath and lets his hand fall onto Remus’ who immediately closes his fingers around it.
Sirius was right. It hurts. It hurts so much he thinks he will die. His breath is caught in his throat turning into hot steam. It’s different from the pain he is used to. That one came from outside. This one is tearing him from the inside. It’s his broken soul crying. He forgot. He forgot how gentle touch feels.
His legs stopped working, and he is falling, his vision blurry. He feels a strong arm catch him right before he hits the floor. He knows it’s Remus. He flinches anyway.
“Sirius, Pads. I got you, okay? I won’t hurt you.” Remus keeps chanting. He holds Sirius close. His body is shaking. Every time Remus touches a new part of his body, he flinches. Remus tries to put some distance between them in worry he is making it worse for Sirius this way.
Sirius clings to him. “No, please don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” Remus reassures him, holding him close. Holding him together. For the first time in thirteen years, Sirius breaks down, and there is someone else to help put back the pieces.
#I thought about this HC today#Now I'm devastated#This is one of the saddest things I've ever wrote#We have Wolfstar for a change#i cried while writing this#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#remus x sirius#sirius black x remus lupin#wolfstar microfic#post azkaban sirius#Post azkaban Wolfstar#marauders#marauders era#Kiwi2229 writes microfics
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Do you think Tonks watched Twilight and was Team Edward so when she married her Team Jacob werewolf husband she held a grudge for so long she named her son Edward Teddy Lupin
#catgriller rambles#idk just thought about that right now#ignoring the fact they both died before twilight even came out#teddy lupin#nymphadora tonks#remus lupin#remus x nymphadora#remus x tonks#harry potter
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