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“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?” — Albus Dumbledore
Battle of Hogwarts - May 2nd, 1998
Heyyyy you should totally go read my really short jegulus kiss cam one-shot and tell me if it sucks or not
girl i don’t know how to say this. that’s not a found family that’s a platoon of child soldiers.
First post on tumblr.
Well so.. It’s been about a decade or so that I’ve been on tumblr, and here we are again :)
Not sure yet how I’m going to use it, but this account is mainly linked to my AO3 account. (https://archiveofourown.org/users/Loyal_House_of_Lupin) Where I’m currently posting my fanfics. Right now those are:
Two ongoing stories:
Remus Lupin is Willy Wonka. After that faithful Halloween, Remus Lupin disappeared. when he reappeared he was Remus anymore, instead he was the -soon to be famous- chocolatier Willy Wonka. He is asked to return to Hogwarts and design the second Triwizard Tournament task. (Wolfstar)
Remus Lupin owns a little muggle coffee shop. Where coffee and tea is served with a little dash of magic. One day a handsome stranger stumbles in. (Wolfstar)
And two one-shots posted right now:
A Soulmate/Soulmark fic (Remus x Severus)
A fic from Severus POV. Where they get the news that Remus had been found out. And he goes to investigate. (Remus x Severus)
For now that is it, but there is more to come :) (because I have way too many ideas haha)
Feel free to send ideas or prompts my way! Or if you wanna chat/have questions!
”Do you hate me?” Regulus asked.
”Yes,” He answerd without a beat, without as much as a thought. ”But I love you more”
“and Lupin, who was staying in the house with Sirius” is the only line that matters in the Order of The Phoenix
James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re meant to be catching him
Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending, he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.
Remus Lupin: seventeen, jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.
Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along
in any friend group i always get really into figuring out which person is the glue that holds ‘em together y’know?? ‘cause there’s usually a person like that.
and i used to think it was remus for the marauders in two senses. his lycanthropy is the genesis of their animagus transformations and therefore he’s the reason they’re A Pack (for those uninitiated into the full world of marauders tropes, The Pack is one. and it’s important 2 me), but also. remus has uncommon kindness, and thoughtfulness, and i firmly believe that the others saw that and valued it. so remus as the glue made sense.
i’ve never thought it was sirius or peter — sirius is sort of a tornado in his own right y’know, too big and too loud and a complete raging disaster. he doesn’t bring people together so much as he brings them in. and peter, peter couldn’t hold anyone together. in the end, peter couldn’t hold himself together.
i can still make a compelling argument for remus, but really, really, i believe it’s james.
i think about what remus says in deathly hallows all the time, that he would have considered it the height of dishonor to mistrust a friend. james, young, brave, brilliant, bright james. james would never do wrong by a friend, and at their heart that’s what the marauders are about: sticking by your friends, no matter how hellacious or miserable the road becomes. james had faith.
i think the animagus transformation was james’s idea. i think that for james, thinking about remus suffering like that tore him up inside and drove him to tears late at night and made him ache deeper than he knew he could. james was the one who stopped The Prank, and there’s no doubt in my mind that his first thought was of remus — what would happen to remus if one of them made a stupid mistake. james is the one sirius turns to when he runs away. james is the one who would do anything, anything, anything for a friend.
james was their backbone. their strongest point, their unshakable, impossibly stubborn friend. james directed them all towards the kind of friendship he felt so naturally, and in the chaos of the war, it’s james who never falters once.
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱… 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫.
POV: Me everyday waiting for cas's micro fics
@my-castles-crumbling
My Harry Potter headcannon is that boggarts are prey animals. Their true form is something super fluffy and cute that squeaks every time it hops around. It sees everything as a predator, so it's always scaring things away like a red panda or those hissing umbrella lizards. Only their defense actually works.
Hello boys, girls, and everything in between! Today, we have a very special lesson called: How not to be a shitty on Ao3!
Above us we have a very interesting comment! Why is it interesting? Well let me tell you!
Archiveofourown has a very very wonderful thing called filters, and what it does is that it keeps everything you don't want to read from kinks, genders, ships, or anything that maybe harmful to the reader away from the readers line of sight.
Now, presently, we always will have an issue of people not always tagging correctly. If you do come across fanfiction that isn't tagged properly, please let the author know, and if they refuse to change it, do not hesitate to report them.
Now, and this may come across as a shock to some people, if a story is tagged with a certain ship, kink, etc; then it probably has said things in it! O my googly moogly it's such a strange phenomenon.
The picture above me is an example of someone reading a properly tagged BL story. They proceeded to read this lovely story, and instead of either stopping, they went to the very end just to slap these words together and call it a compliment! It is not. It hurts the writers feelings. It's unnecessary.
We don't need to know that you hate the ship. We don't need a kiss at the end of said insult. The only thing that goes through our heads is, "Why even read it?".
So remember, it's okay not to like a ship, kink, story layout, plot, or anything non Canon. But do not take the effort on going through the filters you know you'll hate just to leave things like this on someone's hard work.
Thank you very much for coming to today's lesson. Until next time. Ciao!
King!Sirius who had many concubines but fell completely in love with his childhood best friend (a female bestfriend). They met again after 10 years of separation, and Sirius' best friend became Sirius' main lady-in-waiting because of the orders of her father who was the prime minister🌝🌝🌝
Reunion
a/n: So I started this then all the progress got deleted 🥲. I changed it from prime minister to advisor cause I don’t know enough about a prime minister. But here it is, hope you enjoy.
Warnings: period misogyny, sexual thoughts, nsfw thought (not to long) pregnancy and childbirth mentioned, use of the word cunt once, jealousy, Sirius being lovesick for reader
Royal Au
Sirius Black x Fem! Reader
The chamber was filled with blaring music as the nobles and others who live at court danced. Sirius watched with a bored look as he brought his gaze to Mary. One of his many concubines, she danced with an erotic sway to her hips as she stared at him.
Sirius leaned back, the crown resting on his head growing heavy. Months of being king and the weight of the thing was already overwhelming. One of his advisors walked to him, bowing deeply.
“My king, allow me to introduce my daughter, Lady Y/n of the Riverlands.”
The crowds parted as she approached and bowed. Her dress was a rich red with golden embroidery. Her shining h/c held a circlet… wait he knew that circlet. As her bright and shimmering e/c irises met his chocolate one he gasped softly.
His little love was back.
Year ago during his childhood when escaping from tutors he’d run into a small girl. She brought him to a lake and every day after that she taught him to swim. They grew together, sharing secrets, sharing snacks, sharing… love.
That pretty girl he once knew no longer stood in front of him, a beautiful nymph had blossomed from his little love. She stared at him for a moment as a rose blush dusted over her cheeks.
“My king, it is an honor to meet you.” He voice was that if the sweetest honey, and addictive nectar like Sirius had never experienced. They stared at each other for so long, her father began to speak.
“Would you like to dance my lady?”
Sirius cut off a discussion her father was having with him a stood from his throne swiftly. He took Y/n’s soft hand into his with a smile. He brought it to his lips placing a gently kiss on her bare skin. Gods how he missed her.
“I would be delighted to, my king.” Sirius whisked Y/n to the dance floor. His arm went around her waist and a new chorus began to start. The pair danced in sync for a while, basking in the other presents.
“It’s been a long time, little love.” Y/n giggled softly, the souls of bells entering Sirius’s ears. How he missed her, her smile, her laugh, her words, her touch, her skin… her lips.
“That is has been, my puppy.”
“Where did you go?” Y/n flattered as Sirius spun her away. She caught Mary’s eyes full of envy. Y/n was glad when she was brought back into the safety of Sirius’s warm arms.
“Mother called done back to study and become a proper lady… I didn’t want to leave.” Y/n uttered softly. Sirius hummed softly as he lifted her in the air with a spin. As he brought her back down to the ground he brought his mouth to her ear. His voice a hushed whisper.
“How long will you be staying?”
“I am to be your lady in waiting if what my father says is correct.”
“It is now.”
………………
Sirius crept through the hidden hallways of his youth. Passages him and Y/n would use when playing. They lead straight into her new chambers. For the last few weeks Y/n had been attending him. Weeks of bliss, hidden touches, and stolen glances.
As Sirius slowly entered Y/n’a room his eyes were burning with unreleased tears. The weight of the crown was too much for him. As he walked over to her bed he peered over her sleeping frame. The soft rise and fall of her chest. Her breast pecked out slightly against the simple white nightgown she slept in.
Sirius wondered what it would be like to throw off those covers and ravish her. To feast on her cunt and lap at her juices. Sirius wondered what it would be like to marry Y/n. To see her in a crow in the throne next to him. To see her swell with their child. Sirius would be expected to want a boy but a girl wouldn’t be so bad one that looked like her mother.
Sirius slowly ducked under the covers and crawled up her body resting in her chest. He nuzzled into her warmth wrapping himself so tightly around her. Her soft moan of confusion as she began to wake was like a melody to Sirius’s ears.
“Puppy? What are you-?”
“I need to see you, hold you.” Sirius stared firmly. Y/n brought a lazy hand to his dark curls and raked her hand through the strands.
“What will people say if they find out you were in the bed of your lady in waiting?” Sirius hunted softly and hid his head in the crock of Y/n’s neck. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her rose and his net milk bath still lingering in her skin.
”Let us have this, please.” Sirius pleaded lifting his head up. He hover over her and he slowly brought his lips to hers. She brought her hand to his face, softly caressing his cheek.
A few moments of silence passed as Sirius nuzzled back into Y/n. Their body’s molded to each others.
“I hope we will always have this.” Y/n mumbled as she drifted back off to sleep. Siris laid away for a while longer, listening to Y/n’s heart beat as her own personal song.
“We will always have this, I’ll make sure.” Sirius muttered as he too drifted to sleep.
Beneath the Howling Moon
masterlist
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 937
Summary: It a Full Moon Night and Lupin has to go to the Shrieking Sack where he finds Sirius.
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The full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the grounds of Hogwarts. Remus Lupin felt the pull of it deep in his bones, a reminder of the monster lurking beneath his skin.
He had always been good at hiding his pain, his fear, but tonight felt different.
More intense. More desperate.
He walked the empty corridors, each step echoing like a heartbeat, until he reached the familiar wooden door of the Shrieking Shack. Pushing it open, he was met with darkness, the kind that swallowed everything whole. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, sealing himself away from the world.
Except, he wasn't alone.
"Sirius?" Remus's voice was a whisper, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing.
A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and lean, with a mop of black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes. Sirius Black, his best friend, his everything, stood before him, looking as tormented as Remus felt.
"I couldn't let you go through this alone," Sirius said, his voice rough with emotion. "Not tonight.
Remus swallowed hard, the familiar ache of longing mixing with the ever-present fear of losing control. "You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous."
" I don't care," Sirius snapped, stepping closer.
"I care about you, Remus. More than anything."
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. Remus closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. He felt Sirius's hand on his cheek, warm and steady, grounding him in the moment.
"I hate seeing you like this," Sirius murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I wish I could take it all away."
"You can't," Remus choked out. "This is who I am."
"Then let me help you carry it," Sirius whispered, his lips ghosting over Remus's. "Let me be here for you."
Sirius's eyes were filled with a fierce determination, a promise of unwavering support. He gently cupped Remus's face with both hands, his touch tender yet resolute. Remus felt the warmth of Sirius's palms seep into his skin, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. For a moment, they just stood there, breathing each other's air, their foreheads touching. The tension between them crackled like electricity, a tangible force that drew them closer.
"I've seen you at your worst, Remus," Sirius continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I've seen you at your best. None of it changes how I feel about you."
Remus's breath hitched, the weight of Sirius's words settling over him like a comforting blanket. He opened his eyes, meeting Sirius's intense gaze, and saw nothing but firm love and acceptance.
The air grew thick with unspoken emotion, the space between them charged with anticipation. Sirius's thumb traced the line of Remus's jaw, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine. Remus's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the silent plea he couldn't bring himself to voice.
"You're not alone," Sirius said softly, his breath warm against Remus's lips. "Not as long as I'm here."
Their mouths met in a desperate kiss, a clash of need and fear, love and anguish. Remus clung to Sirius, his fingers digging into his shoulders as if letting go would mean losing him forever. Sirius responded with equal fervour, his hands roaming over Remus's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
They stumbled back, falling onto the rickety bed that groaned under their weight. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the need for connection overpowering everything else. Remus felt the heat of Sirius's skin against his own, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
"Sirius," he gasped, his voice breaking. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," Sirius promised, his eyes dark with desire and determination. "I trust you."
Remus wanted to believe him, wanted to lose himself in the moment, but the fear was always there, lurking in the back of his mind.
Still, he let Sirius guide him, let himself be swept away by the passion that consumed them both.
Sirius's hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of Remus's body. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, a reminder that he was alive, that he was loved. He arched into Sirius's touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Please," Remus begged, his need almost painful. "I need you."
Sirius didn't hesitate, positioning himself over Remus, their bodies aligning perfectly. He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust a promise of love and devotion. Remus's world narrowed down to the feeling of Sirius inside him, the pleasure building with each movement.
They moved together, a tangle of limbs and whispered words, their connection deepening with every touch, every kiss. Remus felt the tension coiling inside him, tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped, sending him spiralling into ecstasy.
Sirius followed moments later, his release punctuated by a guttural moan that echoed through the room. They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty, sated bodies, their breaths mingling in the stillness.
For a long time, they lay there, neither wanting to break the fragile peace that had settled over them.
Remus felt a strange sense of calm, the fear that had gripped him earlier receding into the background.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
Sirius tightened his hold on him, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"Always."
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the cracks in the walls, Remus allowed himself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to face the darkness alone. With Sirius by his side, anything seemed possible.
Even love.
I have All the Young Dudes sitting open on a tab on my ipad but I feel so scared to start it. Like it’s a full on commitment and I don’t think I’m ready. It’s also hella intimidating. I’ve read Only the Brave and I’ve read Art Heist Baby! But this the ONE you know. This is like millions of people canon events of what happens to these wizards from the 1970s and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this decision.
P.S. More people should read Only the Brave.
me when I remember that there was no Rosekiller content in Crimson Rivers.
(Still the best fic ever though)