Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin 🤍

Regulus who does pottery (haha POTTERy) and makes trinkets for the people he loves

One of his love languages is gift giving bc he has a hard time expressing feelings. So he gives people heartfelt things

He made pandora a jewelry holder with a tree coming out of it to hang things on

He made remus a mug with 5 (wolf, dog, stag, rat, cat) animals under a full moon

He made his brother a little motorcycle to display

He made james and himself a coaster set with suns and stars for when they live together someday

He made Evan and barty some disturbing little clay creatures who look like fucked up taxidermied monsters

And just a bunch of other shit. He loves the arts and uses his skills to try and show people he loves them

no i just-

Imagine after a certainly bad moon, Poppy is just sitting there beside Remus' bed, where he lies unconscious, covered in bandage, still healing scratches all over him..

She just sits there, looking, staring at her boy, no thoughts in her head, all blank..

She doesn't realise how much time has passed since she was sitting there until Minerva comes in.

"Poppy..?" the voice whispered softy.

And when she looks up to Minvera, it's like the silent spell broke. She couldn't hold it in longer. Her lips are trembling and before she knows tears are streaming down her face.

Minerva is there by her side in an instant, holding her as she cries against her.

"He's just a boy.." She croaks out.

"I know.."

"He's.. just a boy, Minerva.."

When Marlene found out that the marauders called Sirius Pads, she definitely called him tampon to piss him off.

silver - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 186

Remus is a man of habit. It's how he handles the intense stress of turning into a man-eating monster once a month. He has routines, preferences, and favorites. Favorites that don't change.

One of his favorites? Maroon.

He's not sure how it happened, but but age eleven, he finds himself surrounded by the color. It's fate that he's sorted into Gryffindor, because then his house colors match his bedding and his favorite sweaters and his frayed and faded bag.

But as he's unpacking his dark red trunk and placing his picture of his family on his bedside table, a voice makes him turn.

"Hm...so what's your favorite color, then?"

It's a joke, he knows, because the answer is as obvious as the smug grin on the other boy's face. But as Remus takes in a closer view of the stunning boy he'd been admiring earlier at dinner, he can't help but choke on nothing. Because the boy's eyes are the most beautiful shade of shimmering grey he's ever seen.

"Silver," he says, and his heart skips a beat.

Because where the fuck did that come from?

Remus, crying while cutting onions:

Sirius: Are you okay?!

Remus: Yeah, just the onions.

Sirius: *grabs a knife and starts stabbing the onions* What the fuck is your problem, bitches?! How dare you make my Moony cry?! You know he’s too sweet to stab you the way you deserve! Just thoughtfully cutting you up, honestly, you should be stabbed—