Being apart of the sacred 28 taught you many things in life, such as ballroom dancing, Latin, French, Spanish, Greek, fine dining, and etiquette. None of that would prepare you for falling in love with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. While your relationship blossoms, you run the risk of losing your closest friend, Regulus Black.
poly!wolfstar x scared28 fem!reader, platonic regulus black, side character james potter, features slytherin skittles
warnings: There are warnings at the beginning of every part, but just in general; angst, cliffhanger, inner demons, self loathing, friendship rifts, bruises and blood (full moon).
1: Chocolate and wet dog fur – in which you smell Remus’ and Sirius’s scents while learning about Amortentia with Professor Slughorn.
2: Ever since Potions class… - in which Sirius and Remus come to terms with their feelings for you with James Potter’s help.
3: Just maybe – in which Remus, Sirius and you agree to a polyamorous relationship, but it causes a rift in your long-term friendship with Regulus.
4: Broken promises – in which a flashback reveals the depths of your and Regulus connection causing you to talk it over. After an excruciating weekend at home, you return to Hogwarts to find Remus in the hospital wing.
5. Home - in which Remus reveals his secret to you, causing both Sirius and you to reassure him of your love for him.
it’s cannon at this point. honestly @ellecdc I’ll support world domination if it’s you anytime, any day. you don’t deserve the hate you’re getting at all, you’re one of if not my favourite marauders author on this app and biggest inspiration.
synopsis: Billy will do anything for you, even punch a guy who tries to get handsy with you.
warning: inaccurate historical events, descriptions of violence involving punching with slight choking, assault (gripping arm, trying to kiss, hands rooming).
Believe him Billy never planned nor did he want to fall for most protected girl in Lincoln County. The shy innocent sweet gentle girl whom he had come to enjoy the sass of and wants to feel closer to that beautiful heart of hers. She was so perfect, her eyes, her locs of hair, her voice that sounded better than any songbird he’d ever heard in his eighteen years of life, and she was kind to every soul even when they did not deserve it. Though there was one part that made her not so innocent, her desire to escape and be free, she was a bird with clipped wings trapped in the cage of this county.
Y/N Y/MN Y/SN, daughter of the Preacher and niece of Sherif William Brady, a spoiled little girl who seamed to get whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, with a simple 'Daddy please.'
To say she was guarded was an understatement. Her father kept her resisted from many things while her uncle hardly let any man on her line of sight.
And yet, she had slipped through those cracks of protection and found herself in the arms of a young new outlaw, Billy the kid.
At first he had tried to pull away and distance himself from her, but his efforts failed and he felt himself slipping from control. He had put as many boundaries between them as possible, partly because Sherif Brady practically threatened to shoot him down if he saw him near her again, but to be fair he was not that all if at all scared of the man.
He sat at the poker table with his messy wavy brown hair, kind yet cold blue eyes, charming smile, fair skin, and tall strong 6 foot frame, he had grown a lot in the time since running away from his god awful stepfather. A lone wolf, the kid who was only out for himself.
Which is why when the boy, now man, at the ripe age of eighteen almost twitched when he saw Y/N walk into the saloon and head for the bar. He was only two years senior of her but they were like worlds apart. She wore a very beautiful, very classy dress, a white dress, with touches of her own style, it was far too nice for this side of town and too short for her side. It seamed to not fit into either. But oh boy was it doing things for her figure, he could only imagine the impure things he’d like to do to her. Such as taking her behind this very bar.
She has chosen to wear her hair down tonight, to most it would mean nothing, but he knew the message she was trying send even if she didn’t know herself. Those beautiful eyes of hers looked on as she tried to order something. He could not exactly catch what it was but the second he saw that disgusting smirk on the bartender’s face, he was up in an instance.
Y/N hardly noticed when Billy stepped behind her. Until she felt the air change around her, feeling his breath, a mix of warmth and a cigar from not too long ago. Too entranced by his mere existence she didn’t hear him canceling drink until a water was placed in front of her.
“Excuse me, I think you’ve made a mistake, I ordered - “ Y/N pushed the glass of water back to the bartender, her brows frowning in confusion as she tried to explain what in her mind was a clear mixup.
“No mistake, she’s al’ good.” She felt his gruff voice before she heard it, turning at lightning speed almost colliding with his chest.
“Easy there, darlin’”
“I am not your darling.” Y/N tried to sound intimating but it came out as a squeak, the kind a mouse makes in a tap. She cleared her throat, patting down her dress as she took a step to the side to put distance between them.
“A girl like you doesn’t belong in a place like this.” Billy huffed, fixing the position of his hat absentmindedly before he met her glaze.
“And what pretell, kind of place does a girl such as myself, belong in?”
She took a step forward, putting her chin up high to try remain any remain of composure.
She waited and waited. Staring up at the outlaw in front of her but no words left his chapped lips.
“I thought so.” Y/N turned on her heel, not giving him another look, determined to enjoy her rare opportunity of freedom.
Click. Her boots which Billy only noticed now made a different noise to most.
“Kid, you really are not on your game tonight, eh?” A fellow outlaw asked Billy, when he beat him at another round of poker for the third time tonight.
“Whatca get yourself into now?” The man on his left asked causing Billy to huff not liking that he was the centre of attention.
“Nothin.” The word slipped from his tongue like venom, almost threatening any who dared ask again. He earned a few scofts and eye rolls but it shut them up.
Shifting his blue eyes from the cards in front of him, his glaze flickered to Y/N’s figure. She was having the time of her life, dancing, singing, and drinking, despite Billy’s earlier attempt to supply her with non-alcohol beverages. He had never seen her quite so free, she was letting loose, and everyone loved her. The way she held herself, her laugh which was louder than any other, it was almost infectious. It made him lower his guard for a second, a second. Within that single second it was back up when he noticed the wandering eyes of men.
Each more disgusting than the last, a woman like Y/N, young, pure, gentle, beautiful, with that fire didn’t come around these parts much which made her that much more alluring to others. She had a few run ins but nothing that she couldn’t handle herself. But that didn’t stop his eyes from burning into the backs of every man who was in her proximity.
Completly uninterested with the poker game now, panic started to creep up his neck when his line of sight was blocked. He caught a glimpse of her slipping off to the bathroom but he couldn’t be sure. Billy kept his eyes trained on the bathroom exit waiting for Y/N to walk back out, and he prayed she was safe.
When he finally saw her beautiful figure, he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. However his calm or relief did not last long.
Just then, a tall, large man with an intoxicated limp started to get a little too close for Billy’s liking. The man was in his own right but that didn’t stop Billy from bolting when the man got handsy with Y/N.
“Come on, sweetheart.” The man’s words slurred a clear indication that he’d had one too many beers.
“I said no.” Y/N repeated again, trying loose the man in the crowd, hoping he would get the message.
“Don’t be like that, you know you want it.” The man grabbed her arm, gripping her with a strength that overpowered her. Leaving her stuck in place as she tried again and again to pull out from his grasp. Her face red with panic, tears forming in her eyes.
“Let me go!” She yelled, yanking herself away from the man before he grabbed both her arms with each of his hands. With her now in place he leaned in to kiss her, Y/N struggling against his grip before -
“She said let go.” Billy’s voice was draped in venom not like the one from before, but deeper, like a snake hissing at its prey. He clenched his fists as his sides. Red in the face he stared down the man with a look that could kill.
“Get lost kid.” The man shrugged Billy off returning to his position, his hands traveling down Y/N.
However, before he could make his move, Billy gripped him by the collar, throwing him up against the wooden wall next to the bar. The man’s body collided with the drinks sack, scattering glass around him earning gasps from the salons dwellers.
“What the fuck-“
“You have no right to touch her.” Billy’s nostrils flared as he tightened the grip on the man’s neck. He didn’t let go until the man began gasping due breathe. The man chocked out an apology that only Billy heard before Billy let go.
Turning to a wide eyed Y/N, Billy grabbed her hand, checking her for marks to see if she was hurt or not. Behind him he could hear the man try to catch his breath as he mumbled some derogatory remark about Y/N.
That was it.
Billy’s fist smashed against the man’s face with such a force that left him shuddering back. In turn the man tried to stand up but instead was met with the grunt of Billy’s foot in his ribs.
All he could see was red.
He kicked, punched, and threw the man against everything in sight. Outlaws called out his name and the bartender even yelled at him to take it outside but he didn’t hear a thing.
“Billy, please, stop.” Her voice. Her sweet perfect voice broke through all the noise and he turned to find her face fill of tears. It broke its heart.
Turning back to the man, he loosened his grip letting him go and watched as he limped away.
His chest heaved up and down, his heart practically beating outside his chest. But then it all stopped. When he felt her.
She caressed his face with her fingers, rubbing at the new bruises and blood.
synopsis: Billy will do anything for you, even punch a guy who tries to get handsy with you.
warning: inaccurate historical events, descriptions of violence involving punching with slight choking, assault (gripping arm, trying to kiss, hands rooming).
Believe him Billy never planned nor did he want to fall for most protected girl in Lincoln County. The shy innocent sweet gentle girl whom he had come to enjoy the sass of and wants to feel closer to that beautiful heart of hers. She was so perfect, her eyes, her locs of hair, her voice that sounded better than any songbird he’d ever heard in his eighteen years of life, and she was kind to every soul even when they did not deserve it. Though there was one part that made her not so innocent, her desire to escape and be free, she was a bird with clipped wings trapped in the cage of this county.
Y/N Y/MN Y/SN, daughter of the Preacher and niece of Sherif William Brady, a spoiled little girl who seamed to get whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, with a simple 'Daddy please.'
To say she was guarded was an understatement. Her father kept her resisted from many things while her uncle hardly let any man on her line of sight.
And yet, she had slipped through those cracks of protection and found herself in the arms of a young new outlaw, Billy the kid.
At first he had tried to pull away and distance himself from her, but his efforts failed and he felt himself slipping from control. He had put as many boundaries between them as possible, partly because Sherif Brady practically threatened to shoot him down if he saw him near her again, but to be fair he was not that all if at all scared of the man.
He sat at the poker table with his messy wavy brown hair, kind yet cold blue eyes, charming smile, fair skin, and tall strong 6 foot frame, he had grown a lot in the time since running away from his god awful stepfather. A lone wolf, the kid who was only out for himself.
Which is why when the boy, now man, at the ripe age of eighteen almost twitched when he saw Y/N walk into the saloon and head for the bar. He was only two years senior of her but they were like worlds apart. She wore a very beautiful, very classy dress, a white dress, with touches of her own style, it was far too nice for this side of town and too short for her side. It seamed to not fit into either. But oh boy was it doing things for her figure, he could only imagine the impure things he’d like to do to her. Such as taking her behind this very bar.
She has chosen to wear her hair down tonight, to most it would mean nothing, but he knew the message she was trying send even if she didn’t know herself. Those beautiful eyes of hers looked on as she tried to order something. He could not exactly catch what it was but the second he saw that disgusting smirk on the bartender’s face, he was up in an instance.
Y/N hardly noticed when Billy stepped behind her. Until she felt the air change around her, feeling his breath, a mix of warmth and a cigar from not too long ago. Too entranced by his mere existence she didn’t hear him canceling drink until a water was placed in front of her.
“Excuse me, I think you’ve made a mistake, I ordered - “ Y/N pushed the glass of water back to the bartender, her brows frowning in confusion as she tried to explain what in her mind was a clear mixup.
“No mistake, she’s al’ good.” She felt his gruff voice before she heard it, turning at lightning speed almost colliding with his chest.
“Easy there, darlin’”
“I am not your darling.” Y/N tried to sound intimating but it came out as a squeak, the kind a mouse makes in a tap. She cleared her throat, patting down her dress as she took a step to the side to put distance between them.
“A girl like you doesn’t belong in a place like this.” Billy huffed, fixing the position of his hat absentmindedly before he met her glaze.
“And what pretell, kind of place does a girl such as myself, belong in?”
She took a step forward, putting her chin up high to try remain any remain of composure.
She waited and waited. Staring up at the outlaw in front of her but no words left his chapped lips.
“I thought so.” Y/N turned on her heel, not giving him another look, determined to enjoy her rare opportunity of freedom.
Click. Her boots which Billy only noticed now made a different noise to most.
“Kid, you really are not on your game tonight, eh?” A fellow outlaw asked Billy, when he beat him at another round of poker for the third time tonight.
“Whatca get yourself into now?” The man on his left asked causing Billy to huff not liking that he was the centre of attention.
“Nothin.” The word slipped from his tongue like venom, almost threatening any who dared ask again. He earned a few scofts and eye rolls but it shut them up.
Shifting his blue eyes from the cards in front of him, his glaze flickered to Y/N’s figure. She was having the time of her life, dancing, singing, and drinking, despite Billy’s earlier attempt to supply her with non-alcohol beverages. He had never seen her quite so free, she was letting loose, and everyone loved her. The way she held herself, her laugh which was louder than any other, it was almost infectious. It made him lower his guard for a second, a second. Within that single second it was back up when he noticed the wandering eyes of men.
Each more disgusting than the last, a woman like Y/N, young, pure, gentle, beautiful, with that fire didn’t come around these parts much which made her that much more alluring to others. She had a few run ins but nothing that she couldn’t handle herself. But that didn’t stop his eyes from burning into the backs of every man who was in her proximity.
Completly uninterested with the poker game now, panic started to creep up his neck when his line of sight was blocked. He caught a glimpse of her slipping off to the bathroom but he couldn’t be sure. Billy kept his eyes trained on the bathroom exit waiting for Y/N to walk back out, and he prayed she was safe.
When he finally saw her beautiful figure, he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. However his calm or relief did not last long.
Just then, a tall, large man with an intoxicated limp started to get a little too close for Billy’s liking. The man was in his own right but that didn’t stop Billy from bolting when the man got handsy with Y/N.
“Come on, sweetheart.” The man’s words slurred a clear indication that he’d had one too many beers.
“I said no.” Y/N repeated again, trying loose the man in the crowd, hoping he would get the message.
“Don’t be like that, you know you want it.” The man grabbed her arm, gripping her with a strength that overpowered her. Leaving her stuck in place as she tried again and again to pull out from his grasp. Her face red with panic, tears forming in her eyes.
“Let me go!” She yelled, yanking herself away from the man before he grabbed both her arms with each of his hands. With her now in place he leaned in to kiss her, Y/N struggling against his grip before -
“She said let go.” Billy’s voice was draped in venom not like the one from before, but deeper, like a snake hissing at its prey. He clenched his fists as his sides. Red in the face he stared down the man with a look that could kill.
“Get lost kid.” The man shrugged Billy off returning to his position, his hands traveling down Y/N.
However, before he could make his move, Billy gripped him by the collar, throwing him up against the wooden wall next to the bar. The man’s body collided with the drinks sack, scattering glass around him earning gasps from the salons dwellers.
“What the fuck-“
“You have no right to touch her.” Billy’s nostrils flared as he tightened the grip on the man’s neck. He didn’t let go until the man began gasping due breathe. The man chocked out an apology that only Billy heard before Billy let go.
Turning to a wide eyed Y/N, Billy grabbed her hand, checking her for marks to see if she was hurt or not. Behind him he could hear the man try to catch his breath as he mumbled some derogatory remark about Y/N.
That was it.
Billy’s fist smashed against the man’s face with such a force that left him shuddering back. In turn the man tried to stand up but instead was met with the grunt of Billy’s foot in his ribs.
All he could see was red.
He kicked, punched, and threw the man against everything in sight. Outlaws called out his name and the bartender even yelled at him to take it outside but he didn’t hear a thing.
“Billy, please, stop.” Her voice. Her sweet perfect voice broke through all the noise and he turned to find her face fill of tears. It broke its heart.
Turning back to the man, he loosened his grip letting him go and watched as he limped away.
His chest heaved up and down, his heart practically beating outside his chest. But then it all stopped. When he felt her.
She caressed his face with her fingers, rubbing at the new bruises and blood.
A collection of my favourite headcannons and some of my own personal ones relating to Padfoot.
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"Killer Queen- Queen"
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Appearance: ════ ⋆★⋆
Sirius is described as ‘tall man with long black hair, grey eyes, and a waxy white skin tone’ HES TALL
He’s almost unnaturally pale, it only adds to his already ethereal appearance
Dark black naturally curly hair, grows it out in sixth year after he gets disowned
Before then he has short cut hair like most purebloods
His eyes are grey, a slivery colour that reminds me of an old coin that’s recently been polished or the reflection of the moon in water.
He’s constantly in leather jackets, doc martens, black clothing
Rockstar style clothing of the 80s and 70s
Background: ════ ⋆★⋆
His ‘real’ family are the Potters not the Blacks, his surrogate parents, Mr. & Mrs. Potter, Fleamont and Effie and his best friends, Lily, James, Peter, and Remus. Sirius learned about love and loyalty and acceptance and kindness and warmth and all the things that make a proper family, and it was the thing that saved him.
His family had so much emphasis placed onto them in society that they did not know how to be one.
12 Grimmauld Place was not a cozy or pleasant place. It was cold, the kind of cold that shrivelled down your neck into your bones. It was Mother and Father not than Mum and Dad, rare kisses on the cheek rather than warm embraces.
Traditional, macabre, stifled.
The Black family name was the centre of Sirius’s childhood and his role as the Black family heir: Family expectations. Family superiority. Family name. Family pride. Family honour. There was no room for error, he had to follow a very strict, regimented childhood full of expectations, full of lessons.
Pre-Hogwarts, Sirius was a spoiled, superior little prince who got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, on the condition that he kept in line. He knew how to be superior, that he was superior to everyone who didn’t carry the Black blood, and all the ways that others were inferior. He knew he needed to marry well, to be a gentleman, to worship the dark arts, to mingle with other purebloods, to keep clean.
His parents were physically abusive (canon), and he was absolutely brainwashed, mental manipulation. He lived a very sheltered life, to limit his exposure towards other ways of thinking. Consequences for stepping out of line were rather severe, raps on the knuckles from his tutor, withholding food, locked in his room as a punishment, threats and harsh words for disobedience.
By the time he was six, Sirius knew how to meticulous stroke, how to write in perfect, elegant script, ballroom dance, and skilled in at least one musical instrument (I hc piano), anything and everything that made him refined.
Before he went to Hogwarts, Sirius was able to recite every Black for the last for hundred years, citing all the reasons purebloods were superior, perfecting a cold, distanced sneer.
Outside of their cousins, the Black family hardly interacted with other wizards & witches, expect for balls and dinners. They kept to themselves leaving Sirius and Regulus as each other’s sole companions.
September 1st of 1971 changed everything for them, Sirius was incredibly excited to go to Hogwarts, but the day he stepped into that train he’d never be the same again.
Characterises: ════ ⋆★⋆
Sirius is ambidextrous, but left-hand dominant, though he has to tilt his paper to be able to write properly
Coming from a family who doesn’t express emotions he doesn’t verbalise his feelings, and it’s hard for him to tell someone that he loves them, so he shows his feelings through other means
Intimating, due to his name and general appearance
Highly intelligent, charming and arrogant he gets by on good looks and his charming personality.
He is calm and collected the majority of time. doesn’t lose his cool easily, and performs well under pressure and stress spuriously.
Sirius is contradicting popular belief, exceptionally, effortlessly bright, but he doesn’t make any effort to show it, especially in class.
He can be quite cruel towards people he hasn’t taken a liking to
MANSPREADS
Shares many similarities to his mother (and, by extension, to bellatrix) which he hates and his feelings on the matter are conflicting
He is effortlessly talented (in most things, including school).
He only picks up studying in subjects he hasn’t taken before, but his memory is usually the most helpful
Light sleeper, and wakes up a few times during the night; it takes him a while to fall back asleep (he’s used to waking up in the night to yelling)
Sirius is blunt, very blunt, which can come across as rude (sometimes he is).
Out of the marauders he is the least partially because he’s intimidating. polite, charming, charismatic, but keeps his distance from others
He chips away the polish on his nails when he’s bored.
Trivia: ════ ⋆★⋆
Sirius has not studied for one, single exam in his whole school career.
Only vaguely pays attention in class,
Cracks his knuckles and chuckles when peter hisses at the sound (“what are you even so mad about, mate?” “that sound will be the death of me”)
LOVED Bon jovi (would have) and Queen
Muggle car rides (long) are the pits, he dislikes them on a personal level long car rides (he gets horribly bored) unless he’s the one driving
When he walks down the hallway, he will ruffle the boys hair and puts his arm around their shoulder
Trained in piano from childhood but taught himself bass guitar
Sings all the time (it’s quite annoying actually)
hates jello for some reason
He keeps few chocolate bars in the pockets of his leather jacket in case remus runs out (which is a rare occasion)
An excellent dancer, which no one will ever know if it’s up to him
He went through a phase where he wanted to distance himself from his family so he started introducing himself to younger students as “sirius white”
it took him only a few days to realise how stupid it was
eventually he just started introducing himself as “sirius,” without a last name
Sirius Black is touch starved.
Sirius Black drapes himself over his friends and gives them hugs BECAUSE HE CAN.
And that’s how Sirius gets a reputation for being overly friendly and a flirt. Because he can’t stop touching people. He’s a menace.
The Marauders put up with it because they realise how much Sirius needs it. But Peter would appreciate it if he would keep it above the belt thank you very much.
Sirius enjoys sleeping in his friend’s beds, especially Remus’ because the werewolf is always running a little on the warm side and it makes for cosy winter nights.
Sirius likes to be petted whether he’s in Padfoot form or human. It’s the only way to calm him down when he gets hysterical or he gets a letter from his mum.
The Marauders have to teach him what certain touches mean, like a firm hand on the arm means stop what you’re doing right now you bloody tosser before you land us in detention.
Sirius had a penchant for giving Minnie unwarranted hugs.
Sirius Black also has a praise kink - yet another thing he went without for the first eleven years of his life.
When they’re on the train to Hogwarts and Sirius shows James some of the magic he already knows, James calls him Brilliant. Sirius laps it up like a man dying of thirst.
He doesn’t go home over Christmas Hols in order to stay with Remus during a full moon. His mum would normally make him cut his hair but without her influence it has grown quite a bit. Remus mentions he likes it and Sirius continues to grow it out, hoping Moony might compliment him some more.
Started growing out his hair in sixth year.
He knows he’s just as likely to be called an insult as he is something nice. But between Marauders insults are essentially terms of endearment so Sirius doesn’t mind.
He owns a motorcycle
Sirius a party animal and can get a little wild sometimes
What happens when the dancer inside the music box decides she no longer wants to spin? When a girl like Y/N slowly stops spinning in the path laid out for her and instead turns towards a life of love, and war.
poly!wolfstar x scared28 fem!reader, platonic regulus black, trans regulus, rosekiller, dorlene, side jily, set in late 1976-1978 following this series
synopsis: When Y/N’s parents learn of her new relationship, she is forced to choose between love and family. The life set out for her or one with Remus and Sirius. Her destiny or freedom. Meanwhile Regulus takes his spot at the Dark Lord's table alongside Evan and Barty while Dorcas joins her girlfriend in the order. Causing a rift in the friendship leaving Pandora and Y/N at a standstill. Follows the events of sixth and seventh year (autumn 1976-1978).
warnings: angst, pureblood culture, homophobia, discrimination (against werewolves and muggleborns), canon events taken from the war (HP), cliffhangers, friendship rifts & breaks, werewolf transformations described.
i genuinely think that the shift from the old marauders to the new one where every straight ship even the canon and most important one (i.e jily) and that whole jegulus/all the other made up ships that make no sense come from a place of fetish. yall LOVE to turn characters into little stereotypes and that whole constant obsession w homosexuality is not helping any cause. most of view view homosexual/queer relationships as more angsty or interesting in a way that’s so strange to me. ships could follow the most standard plot line but still be considered angsty cus they’re queer and why is that? this fandom has taken such a strange turn.
you are making sexuality such a strong and central point in a character importance more than any other trait of their character. and those head canons just end up erasing the most important things about these characters
james potter was a strong and good man. he developed from his arrogant teenage self into a good man fighting for a good cause. but now you made him into a twink that is in love with a death eater/ a member of the family that abused his best friend all his life. james and sirius’s relationship was a central point of their characters. and james’s love for lily is a central point as well??????
sirius being turned into a overly feminine gay drama queen, even though what WAS important about him was his loyalty his strength and his honor??? but all of that was forgotten. HE CAN BE GAY WITHOUT ERASING HIS ORIGINAL PERSONALITY. stop painting him into a stereotype of a gay man.
regulus black is getting the recognition that is to be given to sirius. his character was not some brave rebel vigilante that fought for justice. he was a pureblood supremacist.he was a deatheater. yes he is important to the story but he was not what you made him.
lily evans is the most important character of the series. she’s the reason it exists. her and james’s love is the center point. but it was pushed away by you people to focus on your strange fetishized view of gay men. this MAJOR character whose love for her son and husband literally MADE the story got cast away as a secondary character.
important topics like sirius’sabusive family, lily and james’s courage and love….was remplaced by ridiculized view of characters
make characters gay cus we don’t know anything about them yes okay that’s why wolf star was a major part of the fandom. but the complete shift of every single characters identity is just bullshit.
The fandom has beautiful gut wrenching names for the mlm ships but the wlw are left with mashups?? No, no, they deserve the same poetic treatment the boys receive.
Pulling out my ap English skills (hopefully they work)
Dorlene
Marlene - Elegant, great
Dorcas - Gazelle
= GracefulGazelle
Pandalily
Pandora - “All gifts” from Greek, and there is the legend of Pandora’s box.
Lily - Pure, Lily flower
Gift of flowers = Bouquet
Box+flower = Flowerbox, Flowercase or Flowervase
Pure - angel + box = Angelbox
Pandora - Panda - Bamboo tree + Lily = Lilytree
Marylily
Lily - pure, Lily flower
Mary - Star of the sea; Beloved;
Star of the sea - sea + lily + = Seaflower or Sealily
Xenophilius's name comes from two Greek words: Xenos "strange" and -Phile "love” giving the meaning of one who loves the strange
Pandora means all gifts, and there is still the legend of Pandora’s box
Valentine
love from Phille from Xenophilius, and on Valentine’s Day couples often receive gifts, Pandora means gift
Jewerlybox
Jewerly from love (Phille) as you give jewerly to loved ones, and box from Pandora
The fandom has beautiful gut wrenching names for the mlm ships but the wlw are left with mashups?? No, no, they deserve the same poetic treatment the boys receive.
Pulling out my ap English skills (hopefully they work)
Dorlene
Marlene - Elegant, great
Dorcas - Gazelle
= GracefulGazelle
Pandalily
Pandora - “All gifts” from Greek, and there is the legend of Pandora’s box.
Lily - Pure, Lily flower
Gift of flowers = Bouquet
Box+flower = Flowerbox, Flowercase or Flowervase
Pure - angel + box = Angelbox
Pandora - Panda - Bamboo tree + Lily = Lilytree
Marylily
Lily - pure, Lily flower
Mary - Star of the sea; Beloved;
Star of the sea - sea + lily + = Seaflower or Sealily
Xenophilius's name comes from two Greek words: Xenos "strange" and -Phile "love” giving the meaning of one who loves the strange
Pandora means all gifts, and there is still the legend of Pandora’s box
Valentine
love from Phille from Xenophilius, and on Valentine’s Day couples often receive gifts, Pandora means gift
Jewerlybox
Jewerly from love (Phille) as you give jewerly to loved ones, and box from Pandora
The fandom has beautiful gut wrenching names for the mlm ships but the wlw are left with mashups?? No, no, they deserve the same poetic treatment the boys receive.
Pulling out my ap English skills (hopefully they work)
Dorlene
Marlene - Elegant, great
Dorcas - Gazelle
= GracefulGazelle
Pandalily
Pandora - “All gifts” from Greek, and there is the legend of Pandora’s box.
Lily - Pure, Lily flower
Gift of flowers = Bouquet
Box+flower = Flowerbox, Flowercase or Flowervase
Pure - angel + box = Angelbox
Pandora - Panda - Bamboo tree + Lily = Lilytree
Marylily
Lily - pure, Lily flower
Mary - Star of the sea; Beloved;
Star of the sea - sea + lily + = Seaflower or Sealily
Xenophilius's name comes from two Greek words: Xenos "strange" and -Phile "love” giving the meaning of one who loves the strange
Pandora means all gifts, and there is still the legend of Pandora’s box
Valentine
love from Phille from Xenophilius, and on Valentine’s Day couples often receive gifts, Pandora means gift
Jewerlybox
Jewerly from love (Phille) as you give jewerly to loved ones, and box from Pandora
Summary: Remus revels his secret to you, and is surprised when you accept him so blindly. Sirius and you find a way to make him know how loved he truly is.
Pairing: Poly!wolfstar x female reader
Warnings: Talks of bruises and injury, feeling inadequate (Remus), crying, comfort and fluff, suggestive themes.
Word count: 2.7k
AN: I have rewritten this so many times over the past week because I had no idea how to finish it. That and I’m still ill at the moment. Hopefully I managed to do it justice. Thank you. If you enjoy, please, like, comment and reblog.
Remus had come accustomed to the idea of being a werewolf. It was forced upon him after Fenrir Greyback took that choice away from the boy before he could even reach his fifth birthday.
This hospital ward is a chrysalis in the worst of ways. Remus usually a kind and beautiful person had been melted down to liquid and reformed into the butterfly, conscious and feeling the process at work.
Remus lies in the bleach tinctured ward on the crisp but thinning sheets. A curtain hangs limply on the chrome railing, looking like it's been washed a thousand times. With eyes on the polystyrene tiles avoiding your gaze. If he were to look into them, his heart would break into pieces without a moments breath. His chest begins to crack his spirt as it tightens into a knot like a cramp and a quiet fear builds inside.
Though the room is unfamiliar to you, in that hospital bed is a soul that has been woven into yours since the first time you laid eyes on him at Kings Cross Station all those years ago.
The look in your eyes broke him. Still, you required confirmation from him before going any further.
“Remus, you’re scaring me.” Your fingers found his as you sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. Blankets shifted underneath at your weight.
“Have you heard of a little thing called lycanthropy?”
The head nod with wide eyes that Remus received from you was enough confirmation to continue his explanation.
“When I was four, another werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, he, well..bit me. He was angry with my father about what he said about werewolves. So he used me to punish my father in his own twisted way.”
Most wizards and witch’s did not take well to his lycanthropy creating a constant fear in Remus since he was a little boy. His ma and da felt it. Sirius, James, Peter and Lily felt it. Now you did too.
“Every month when on the full moon, I leave to avoid hurting anyone and the boys come with me-“
“In their anigmus forms.”
“You knew?” Remus chocked out from his tired body.
“Only that they were anigmi, nothing of your condition. Regulus, Pandora and I caught on quickly. They weren’t exactly subtle.” You wiped a tear before it could fall from your face, offering Remus a smile as you spoke.
“You never cease to amaze me, angel.” Remus hand cupped your check and gently he used his figure to wipe your tears. You couldn’t believe he was comforting you when he was the one in pain.
“I understand if you decide you cannot be with me, anymore. Just please don’t punish Sirius for my condition.”
The words left his mouth and left a sting down your throat. You bartered your eyelashes a few times in confusion.
“Why would I do that?” You asked frowning your brows together as if it was merely a simple question.
Sirius and Remus exchanged a look of disbelief and confusion, more so Remus than Sirius. The werewolf had decided he didn’t wish to condemn you to this life but Sirius had told him his lycanthropy shouldn’t change a thing. He was more than happy to defend him if it did, but he didn’t needed to. Within moments you had accepted him as is.
“Will you do me one favour.” Your eyes met his honey brown ones, an unspoken message of love spoken between the two of you.
“Anything, dove.” Remus’s voice was gently but betrayed a hint of desperation that left you feeling uneasy.
“Let me come, next time.” Your voice held warmth and your eyes were practically begging and pleading for him to say yes.
The thin injured werewolf dropped his hand from your face immediately like a chain reaction. His gentle face was replaced with one of pure and utter horror. A sharp wine escaped him a mix of pain and horror.
“No, no, no, dovie, you can’t.”
“Animals are safe to werewolves, are they not?” You didn’t mean to smirk but you couldn’t help it.
“Yes, but you-“
“Are an anigmus.” You chuckled under your breath, your eyes griming with joy for the boys having not figured this out.
“Damn, you little minx.” Sirius said through a smirk which you could almost hear in his voice.
“More like an angel reincarnated.” Remus winced when he moved to kiss you so you quickly adjusted your position to make it more comfortable for him.
“Nothing could make me stop loving you, Remus John Lupin.”
“You’re mental, you know that.”
“Mm, but you that’s like em, don’t ye.” You smirked leaning against his side. Remus adjusted his position to wrap his arm around you so you could lay into him.
“That he does.” Sirius chimed in a sense of joy radiating through him for you accepting Remus. Though he would have given you a piece of his mind if you didn’t.
“Come here, love.” You held out your hand to Sirius urging him to join you and Remus’s cuddle. Which he was more than happy to oblige to.
The cold ant-sceptic smelling air could not resist to nip at your exposed skin. Remus pulled you closer to combat the cold. The werewolf sandwiched in between his two lovers. Both careful of his bruises and injuries which still made you cringe every time he winced. You couldn’t believe he had to do this every month, your heart broke for him.
You titled your head to rest it in the crock of Remus’s neck giving you ample opportunity to admire him. In those brown eyes was the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. Just bright enough to shine in the shadows They are a million hues combined together, the word “brown” does not even begin to describe them. They are the forbidden forest and the changing of leaves with seasons, the soil in summer and after the rains. How could someone ever reduce something so spellbinding to one word, when the colours invite us to marvel in their simplicity. Rich brown coloured curls framed his sacred face, reminding you of the sandy beaches back home at your vacation home.
He was beautiful you had thought. Even with bruises littering his body in shades of blue and purple. He was the kind of beauty that expands a moment into a personal eternity, a heaven you wish to be a part of.
A shiver of golden light would race down your spine, every time, every time when you laid eyes on him.
The good werewolf was the protector, as were the angel witches, yet man could not tell the difference between them and the evil degenerates and chased them all from our lands. You could tell the difference and so could Sirius. If and when Remus doubted that fact, you would be there to remind him.
For the two of you could see the mighty goodness within him.
He was sure once he had recovered he would begin to feel the shame and horror of condemning you to such a life. To which you would most likely reassure and reassure him until he came to terms with the fact that you nor Sirius were going anywhere.
Your eyes met Sirius, and you ran your fingers through his. Taking the chance to admire your second boyfriend. The hair that fell from his head was woven from the black heavens, fine strands of spacetime and starlight. Flowing as sweetly as a poet's ink and quill. It contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. His grey eyes had a settling effect, reassuring in their reflectiveness. They were the shine of a star in the nighttime sky.
The pieces of your heart that had been struggling to fit into these world became so quiet when cuddling with your two favourite boys; it was as if they had found peace in you, as if they needed your glue to bridge their gaps and connect. That thought allowed you to pass into a peaceful sleep, while Sirius watched over your shared lover.
No relationship is without trial and error. You knew that better than anyone. Yet you had thought things would become easier between the three of you after learning Remus’s secret.
However, you could sense problems still existed in depths and crack of your relationship. The way Remus would coil occasionally at your touch, the way he isolated himself from you. He hated that not only had he condemned his parents, friends, and boyfriend to a life of misery but he had now done the same to you.
Lycanthropy took away his chance at happiness but it shouldn’t take away yours. Yet it hasn’t, he was the one who had ripped that away from you. You didn’t desveres to fall for a werewolf. Or rather he did not deserve the love and affection that you had offered him so blindly.
The sounds of the black lake evaded your senses as the three of you took in its haunting beauty. Behind you was the outline of the statue of Hogwarts Castle. Sirius had managed to convince you to come down here to entrust your help to reassure your werewolf boyfriend of your shared standpoint surrounding his condition.
The lake met the sun with such grace that day, as if the three of you were so enchanted by this eternal dance that you barely noticed the cold of late autumn England air.
From its core, the lake, reflected the blue sky as the most sincere of smiles. A smile which could only he bested by the beauty of your boys. Underneath you felt the green canvas of the floral flash-mob, or what you imagined a flash mob would look like you weren’t completely sure what it was to be certain.
Tall silken ribbons resembling the ones you wore in your hair sheltered earth and beetle same.
The grass on your soles is soft on soft, warm on warm, a gentle tickle as each giving wand forms a cushion of green.
The meadow surrounding the lake meandered in all ways that are soft to the breeze, the green flowing in bonny waves as any river would be proud to do. You were so enchanted by it you had almost forgotten your entire reason for coming down to this lake in the first place. Sirius had been the one to remind you when he had called Remus’s name.
“Moons, me and Y/N want to talk to you.” Sirius brushed the stray curls from Remus’s face as he spoke gently into his ear.
“What it is?” Remus hummed in response trying to act nonchalantly but you could tell he was anything but that.
“You do know we’re not going to leave you, right?” It was your turn to comfort him after he had done the same to on numerous occasions before.
“Course, I do.” The honey brown hues of his eyes seemed confused at your question.
“You sure, love?” Sirius leaned forward to tilt your shared boyfriend’s chin to face him completely.
Remus remained silent for a while scaring you both. When he did spoke it broke both of you with every syllable. “You shouldn’t have to live in misery because of me.”
“Moons, we chose this, you think I wanted to fall in love with my one of best friends and than the girl I practically hated.” Sirius chuckled in a low breath.
“And do you think I wanted to fall for my best friend’s brother who I pretended to hate, and his gorgeous boyfriend.” You leaned in to settle your face on Remus’s chest.
“What are you both trying to say?” The voice crack in his voice held a hint of desperation mixed with fear.
“You ain’t getting rid of us that easy, Rem.” Sirius smirked before beginning to attack Remus’s jawline with kisses.
“Not. A. Chance.” You chimed in, playing with the ends of his curls.
“But..why?” Remus asked as he sat up to lean his back against the tree.
“Bloody hell, because you’re you. Rem-I-well-we know that everything you have to offer outweighs your little flaw-your condition-whatever you want to call it. Dosen’t change anything, it didn’t when you told me-“
“And it hasn’t now that you have told me.” You finished for Sirius.
“Fuck, how I’d get so lucky?” Remus threw back his head in laughter mixed with love.
“Well, you’re gorgeous for one thing.” Sirius smirked leaning down to Remus’s chest.
“You can say that again.” You rested your head on top of his chest.
“Hey, hey, stop loving on me, dovie here is deprived.” Remus pulled Sirius off him gently. You blushed at his words, checks reddened in embarrassment.
“He does have a point, darling. Get over here.” Sirius smirked and pulled you to his side leaving Sirius in the middle of the three of you.
“Now that is hardly fair.” Remus chuckled.
“Patience is a virtue, Monny.” Sirius said through kisses to your lips.
“When I have ever been a patient man.”
There is a casual grace to the grass near the lake, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. That lake was a happy song, a poetry to eye and soul, bright in all the hues our Earth can dream of.
In his heart, Remus felt that he could survive anything if he felt loved, even these pains that come to explode within, these silent hand grenades. With kindness he could make it, as with compassion there is grace. For so long he had feared he would never be able to revive such a gift, but he was proved wrong by four Gryffindor boys and now again by you. Your smile was finer than any drug Madam Prompery could prescribe him. You were his medicine. The acceptance you offered was all he needed. As long as Sirius and you were there to remind him of that love, perphas maybe, he would keep his humanity. Be more than what he had been condemned to before even reaching school age.
The grass is taller than you had ever seen it, meadow-like but still green. All that's missing is the weeds that were so beautiful in the somerset fields. You looked forward to how it would look in the spring. The blue cornflowers, scarlet poppies, white asters and even the thistles. Next spring you hoped you would be able to scatter seeds in the newly softened soil with your boys by your side. This time next year the grass will be just as high, but a riot of colour in place of the uniform green – something to warm your soul as well as please the eye.
Nothing in your life could have prepared you for the whirlwind that came with falling in love for those two boys. No ballroom lesson, tutoring lesson with the finest teacher in the world, fencing, fine dining, conversation protocol, society rules, or anything your mother had told you. You had denied yourself of love for so long now, you had thought you were content without it.
Oh how you were wrong.
You couldn’t imagine why you had denied yourself this for so long. As Sirius made your giggles into fits of laughter when he picked you up while the both of you were knee deep in the lake. Remus watching the two of you from a distance, his black jeans scuffed by the wet grass. A camera around his neck, as he snuck pictures of the two of you when you weren’t watching.
The way your fingers found Remus’s beautiful brown curls as he made you giggle when gently placing kisses to your neck and down your jawline. Or when you had the privilege to watch the two boys cuddle up underneath a red plaid blanket because Sirius had shivered from the cold once he left the confines of the black lake.
The three of you sat there in late autumn, the grass moving in steady waves, those long heads of golden seed as calming as harbour waves. There was something about it, their movement synchronized yet independent, their hues so close yet unique. They danced in that way, came the song of crickets and the chirps of birds content to be warmed by gentle rays. You recall thinking of the days you had been so blessed just ti have made eye contact with one of your boys, and now, they were yours and you were theirs.
The feeling to the inner joy of anticipating the autumn colours. You love the reds and golds as much as anyone, yet the rich browns have a homely feel, something of the earth. You let your mind wonder when those changes will come, perhaps as early as next month or the one after. Then every day those changes bring an inner smile in rain and shine. Despite any doubt in your mind, this was the happiest you had ever felt.
No amount of pureblood society rules or lycanthropy stigma could ruin that for you. You were home.
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His mother Euphemia, affectionately known as Effie came from a large wizarding family in Pakistan, born the youngest daughter of seven. During her later years at Hogwarts, she began working under the matron as an apprentice which aided her in securing a job as a healer of the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's after Hogwarts.
His father, Fleamont was born into a wealthy yet small wizarding family, growing up as an only child. Fleamont achieved excellent grades for his O.W.LS giving him the opportunity to many career options however he decided to explore his love for potions. Using his family heritage, Fleamont brought a shop in Diagon Alley and began his potions business straight out of Hogwarts.
The two both attended Hogwarts but didn’t meet until after they had both graduated due to their age gap. Fleamont had accidently injured himself while trying out one of his new potion recipes and Euphemia, a newly employed healer had taken the night shift. He fell in love with the way she carried herself and waited patiently until her shift was over to take her out for a coffee.
Fleamont and Effie despite both originating from pureblood wizarding families they actively stood up for both muggle born and muggle rights in the Wizarding World. Alongside this they further took on activism by advocating for the well treatment of magical creatures.
Both of Jame’s parents shared aspirations for having multiple children. Euphemia having come from a large family combined with Fleamont's own wishes for siblings as an only child, lead them to want multiple children. However, the couple struggled for years to finally fall pregnant in Effie’s 50s and Fleamont’s 60s. They had assumed they were unable to have children but then they were given a miracle. His birth was difficult and left Euphemia barren and had an extended recovering period.
Despite this James was still their miracle so they decided to pour all their love into him and spoiled him rotten.
James was raised to treat everyone with kindness and respect. His mother taught him how to be a gentleman which made her often scold him when she heard about his patronising of Lily in his early Hogwarts Years.
His love of Quidditch comes from his mother as she played on the Gryffindor team throughout her Hogwarts Years. From a young age, his mother had him on a broom soaring through the sky.
James would play in the meadow near his house during the spring and bring flowers for his mother which she liked to press and would often make bookmarks with her dried flowers. Euphemia kept every gift that James had made her. James didn’t learn this until after his parents had died and he was cleaning up their house with the marauders.
Fleamont used to take James to his potions store when he was younger because James loved watching his father work.
James is a mama’s boy through and through.
Even in his teen years if James has a nightmare while at home he will cry into mother’s shoulder. She will comfort him the same way she did when he was a little boy.
James grew up as a bilingual child speaking both Urdu and English in his household. Due to this, like many bilingual children, his speech was delayed. Both his parents cried when he said his first word because they had been worried about his delayed communication milestones. As a toddler he would mix up the two languages confusing his father and Euphemia had to translate for him.
However, after starting Hogwarts he was surrounded by English, majority British, so he spoke less of his mother’s tongue resulting in him forgetting some of it. Every few summers he tells himself he’ll learn urdu properly, and every few summers, he forgets about this resolution entirely. After Euphemia died he relearned the language in time for her funeral.
Bollywood movies and dvds were a staple in the Potter house.
Fleamont liked to watch old dvds for nostalgia’s sake, and as a result, James grew up watching them as well.
Physical Appearance 𖤓°⋆
His big growth spurt in maturity happened after winter break of 5th year.
Sirius and him are practically the same height, with only an inch or two difference.
His skin takes on a wheatish tone, his skin almost like the sun radiates. Manifesting the colour tone from yellow to light brown with warm undertones.
James’s eyes are the type of eyes which make you feel safe and warm inside.
Possesses comforting brown iries like the colour of aged roots alongside the green of the springtime bubs make his eyes resemble a hazel tree. The hues of green in his eyes remind him of his time spent in his childhood running on the forest floor among gentle flowers.
He has a prominent Adam’s apple.
Curls adorn his face in a shade of black with hues of brown adding a natural highlight to his hair.
According to cannon
“James was a tall, thin man who wore glasses, with hazel eyes and untidy black hair that stuck up at the back.”
Personality 𖤓°⋆
Constantly ruffing or running his hands through his hair.
This leads to the neglecting of making sure he was keeping his glasses on securely while flying, and they'd fall off.
James can and will sleep through almost anything.
Much to the annoyance of the maunders, James is a very loud snorer.
More often than most you will find Prongs happily eating leaves and grass on full moons.
James was so in love with Lily he never bothered to plan what to do if she ever accepted his offer. So, when she did, he became a stuttering mess.
He was incredibly smart but at the same time the token dumbass
Something changed in James when his beaten and bruised brother walked into his home on that rainy Christmas Eve.
When he returned to school the following term everyone thought he was trying to impress Lily after she called him ‘an arrogant wanker’. In truth he had changed for Sirius’s sake.
Nothing comes before his friends
This man is the most loving one you will ever meet
Not only that but he loved hard and deeply, more so than anyone
James is very much a mother-hen. The marauders cannot avoid his fussing, making sure they’re alright well-fed and watered. Almost like they’re his houseplants.
Fleamont drilled tidy habits into Jame’s mind leaving him somewhat of a neat freak. Every month he’s doing deep cleaning because of the dirtiness of sharing a room with three other teenage boys.
Personal space does not exist, he is extremely touchy. It's his love language.
On the surface he likes to pretend everything comes easy to him but secretly he still must work hard to get good grades even if it’s at the last minute. He thinks it makes him cooler if he keeps a certain level of nonchalance but 50% of the time, he’s faking it till he makes it.
He feels everything deeply. When he loves, it’s like a tidal wave of emotion, he feels like he would go to the moon for the person.
Notes and Trivia 𖤓°⋆
His boggart is each of his friends crying alone, his biggest fear was not being able to help the people he loves when they need him most
Before Sirius and Remus start dating, James would carry Remus to the hospital wing after particularly rough full moons
All snuggles are initiated by him
He holds Remus’s hand after a rough moon
He’s the matchmaker of Hogwarts
Jumped at the chance to spend time with Lily when she asked him to help her get Dorcas and Marlene together
Tried to call Sirius snuffles before they came up with padfoot
He knows Lily’s cycle better than she does
So, when that time of the month comes, he’s the most dotting boyfriend you ever did see
Surprise hugs are his speciality
He is the best transfiguration student that McGonagall ever taught
He ruffles his friend’s hair,
kisses them on the check, and holds their hands to make them smile or when they’re upset
His father gifted him a calligraphy set for his fourteenth birthday which was the start of his love for writing letters
James always has his camera with him and has collections dedicated to all his friends
He is also a mother-hen with the younger Gryffindor students especially when he’s head boy.
He felt lonely growing up as an only child, but his wish was fulfilled when his parents practically adopted Sirius.
Synopsis: You’ve always wanted to get a tattoo but you are absolutely terrified of needles. Luckily you have not one but two boyfriends to talk you through it.
Pairing: poly!wolfstar x reader
Warnings: fear of needles, crying, comfort, suggestive themes (nothing is explicitly stated.)
Word count: 1.6k
AN: I’m still quite ill but I do plan to release more parts of my poly!Wolfstar series once I’m better. If you enjoy this, please do all the tumblr things; reblog, like and comment.
Dividers: @Strangergraphics
It’s a little embarrassing to be honest, how you, a grown adult still have a fear of needles. An intense one at that.
Most people grow out of their childhood fears. They’re replaced by the demands of adulthood instead. Bills, taxes, rent, food and countless other things that you have to deal with as an adult.
You still share all these concerns yourself, every other adult would. However, you unlike every other adult does not almost throw a tantrum at the doctor’s office you get blood tests.
Luckily in the wizardly world, a verse majority the medical field is built on magic. Something which could be viewed as both an advantage and disadvantage depending on who you ask.
Despite being in this world for over a decade and having attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your muggle mother still feels more at ease when you have checkups at the family doctor.
Your intense fear hadn’t affected you greatly in your life, not untill recently anyway.
Sirius, one of your boyfriends officially got his tattoo license a few months back and the desire for him to give you one is growing by the day.
Remus, your other boyfriend, too has a few tattoos here and there. Not nearly as many as Sirius, and his are often hidden under sweaters and long pants.
Currently, he was in the process of acquiring a new tattoo. Remus lay back down on the leather seat, with his lower abdomen exposed. One of his trusty sweaters lifted to give Sirius the access he needs to work.
The cold air nips at his skin, and he arches his back slightly to make himself more comfortable. A task seemly easy, yet difficult for the tall lanky werewolf in such a small chair.
Straddling his hips, your other boyfriend smirks down at him as he works. His long black hair pulled into a makeshift ponytail in an attempt to be professional. You hardly see how keeping a level of professionesness is needed when he’s already straddling Remus as is.
You’ve been watching the interaction for a while now, sat in the same spot on the leather couch since they started. Happily multitasking between reading the book Remus burrowed you and watching the two while Sirius tattoos him. The only sounds leaving your lips for a while were a few giggles and smiles at the notes Remus had left in the margins for you.
Feeling a sudden sense of boldness, you put down the book on the table next to you. Neither one of the boys look up, far too engrossed in their own business.
Your shared doc martens press against the floor as you walk over to the two. Pulling up the closest available chair in order to sit next to Sirius who is still focused on Remus.
Upon seeing you, a warm smile immediately finds Remus’s face. “Did you already finish the book, dove?” He asked while stretching his arms above his head leaving more of his torso exposed. The mere act sends chills through your body.
“Or maybe you just wanted to watch.” Sirius’s eyes remained on Remus’s lower torso to avoid messing up. “Hmm, dollface.” He mumbled with a tone that made you practically hear the smirk you knew was on his face.
“Well, nothin’ wrong with that.” Remus extended his arm towards you, his fingers finding your smaller one’s.
“I want one.” You stated in a high pitched sound. Causing both boys to look at you.
“Hmm, what’s that, darling?” Remus hummed his eyes closed as he felt Sirius lit the needle from his skin to stop and look at you.
“A tattoo.” Once the words left your mouth, both your boyfriends turned to fully face you. Trying to see if you were just pulling their leg or not. After they had deduced that you were serious about this, they finally spoke.
“You sure you’re up for it, bunny?” Remus cooed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Both of them knowing how much you hate needles or sharp objects in general.
A few moments of thinking, and you promptly nodded your head to indicate your answer.
“Come on, Rem, she’s tougher than she looks.” The dark haired boy exchanged a look with the sandy brunette one.
“Fine, but only if you are completely sure. I don’t want you to do something your regret or that will make you feel uncomfortable or worse, scared.” Remus sat up to get a better look at you, resting on his elbows.
For months now, you’d watched Sirius tattoo people in this chair. Hell, you’d even seen your shared boyfriend be given a few by Sirius. Yet, you couldn’t stop the nerves pulsing through your veins when Sirius cleaned the needle.
On your left side, sat on a very uncomfortable bar stool was your second boyfriend. Remus rubbed small circles on the palms of your hands with his fingers in soothing motions.
Sirius walked over to the two of you, and took a seat in front of you. The needle right there in his hands. Staring at you. You tried to be brave, really you did.
Only a mere few minutes into the tattoo session and you broke. The second you felt the needle dig deeper into your skin, it was over.
Tears pulled in your irises and you dug your nails deep within Remus’s palms. You tried to keep the tears at bay, but when your boyfriend pressed the needle a little more. You became a flood gate.
Your tears quickly turned into sobs, and your breath began to hitch. Hearing you, Sirius immediately took away the needle laying it down on the nearby table.
Remus stood up from his stool to get a better look at you. Towering over you, he lifted your chin with the tip of his index finger. His beautiful honey brown staring down at you.
“Hey, hey, hey, dove, talk to us.” He cooed, his heart breaking at the sight of your tears. Sirius exchanging a look with him.
Sirius sat down on the chair next to squishing you slightly until he found a comfortable position. Once he did, he began to lightly stroke your check. “Why didn’t you say something, darling?”
“I-I-I-did-didn’t-wa-want-“ Before you could manage to get out your sentence already feeling like a child and hating it.
“Shh, deep breathes, baby.” Remus cooed once again. Pulling you to his chest. Your tears began to flow into his sweater.
Sirius moved to hug you from behind, the boys finding a way to sandwich you into a hug. Despite their awkward positions. With Remus standing and Sirius squished into the chair next to you.
“I want this.” You lay your head on Remus’s torso, looking up at him. Finding nothing but love in his eyes.
“You sure, dove, because it-“
“I do, really, I do.”
“Dollface, you know you don’t have to do it just because we have them.” Sirius stroked the back of your hair in an attempt to soothe you.
“That’s not why I’m doing this.”
A long sigh escaped Remus’s lips before he cupped your face with his large hands. “Well, then we’re goin’ need to find a way to make this work, huh?”
You simply hooded in return, your tears beginning to dry up replaced by a smile.
Remus and Sirius continued to console you untill you had reached a sense of relief. Which didn’t take long with both boys by your side.
Later, clearing the place out. You finally got your tattoo.
The city lights of London shone through the thin blinds of Sirius’s tattoo shop. He had sent the rest of his clients and staff home. Leaving only the three of you. It made it easier for you, when there weren’t too many people surrounding you.
Towards the back of the shop, the three of you found your way to Sirius’s office. The place was organised chaos as he liked to call it.
You lay back on the red leather couch, with your chosen tattoo area exposed. Remus sat right next to you. His arm draped around your shoulder, pulling you closer to squeeze you every now and then. Sirius remained focused the entire time but he exchanged looks with Moony as a silent ask for how you were doing. Stopping a few times when you had given him any kind of indication that you were in pain.
“Sorry for being a big baby, earlier.” Your voice was muffed in Remus’s sweater.
“Pardon?” Remus smirked, leaning closer to you knowing full well he heard you.
“Don’t you dare make me repeat it.” You sent death daggers at him. Which only caused him to pull you closer.
“Alright, love, I’d say you’re good to go.” Sirius turned off the tattoo machine and placed it back in its home. Removing the gloves from his hands and letting his hair loose.
“Wait, what, just like that?” You were shocked that hours had gone by and you hadn’t even noticed.
“Guess you just needed the right setting.” Remus spoke gently tucking a stray piece of hair away from your face.
“More like I needed your undivided attention.” You snickered.
“Please, we all know you have us wrapped around your fingers.” Sirius fell back onto the leather couch with a this. “Beautiful. Gorgeous. Hot.” He said in between kisses.
“Please tell me you aren’t still talking about my fingers.”
“What do you think?” Sirius smirked down at you. Whilst Remus threw his head back against the couch.
“I think you’re both going have to call in sick to work tomorrow.” You said in a low seductive tone while dragging your fingers up Sirius’s neck.
“What will you have us do, love?” Remus breath was felt against your ear.
A collection of my favourite headcannons and some of my own personal ones relating to Moony.
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Background: ════ ⋆★⋆
Hope Lupin (nee) Howell, his mother originates from Southeastern Wales where she grew up on her family farm which had been in their family for generations.
Lyall Lupin grew up in an orphanage in England, which is why Remus knows none of his paternal family.
Up until he was four years old, the Lupin family resided in a flat on the outskirts of London within good distance to the Ministry.
After Remus was bitten, he and his family were forced to bounce around for a few years as his parents were afraid of his secret getting out.
Hope inherited her parents' old farm from back in Wales, this surprised her as they had not seen her parents since Remus had been bitten from constantly being on the move. The family of three had to travel back to Wales to sort out affairs and plan the funeral. After the funeral they remained on the farm to sort out family affairs, while Hope and Remus tried to convince Lyall to let them stay. Lyall was hesitant to the idea at first, however he could not deny the hope of giving his family a home after years of not having one. The look of pure childlike joy in Remus’ eyes was one Lyall had longed to see again, and he finally had it back. That mere look is what managed to send him over the edge and sign the documents and take ownership of the farm.
Lyall continued his work remotely and would commute occasionally when needed, to try to make the family extra cash when needed. Hope would go into town to run errands and collect the supplies, but Remus remained on the farm.
When Remus’ came of schooling age, he was not allowed to attend the school in the village because of his condition. His parents feared for what would happen, so they decided against it. However, Hope being a muggle still wanted Remus to receive a non magical education. Out of love for her son Hope quit her job to become Remus’s teacher and be a stay at home mom for him. Hope took classes to get her qualifications and began homeschooling Remus.
Lyall had to take on more odd jobs to support the family with Hope staying home with Remus and to support the demands of the farm.
Hope taught Remus how to care for the farm animals and in turn he developed a deep love for animals.
Besides subjects such as Math, English and Welsh, Hope taught Remus how to bake, cook and clean to give him a well rounded education.
On special occasions, Lyall took Remus to the village bookstore for a day out. This was one of the rare times where he was allowed to leave the farm. They wanted to avoid any clues to his condition or that Lyall was a wizard.
They were poor in money, but rich in love.
Hope and Lyall did everything they could to protect their son and show him he was loved despite it all. However, even as a young boy he developed his self loathing tendencies because he knew how people took to his kind.
Despite being only four at the time, Remus still vaguely remembers the incident and what his father’s views on werewolves were before it. Remus knows how much his father regrets it, which is why he has never brought it up as he doesn't want him to view himself as a bad father.
Appearance: ════ ⋆★⋆
As per canon we know Remus has various self inflicted scars across his body from his wolf.
His eyes are honey brown, and appear golden in the sun almost as if there is gold shining directly through his irises.
Curls on the end of hair hair give it a fluffy look, the colour is a sandy, very warm toned brown.
He is tall
However his posture is terrible making him appear several inches shorter than he actually is.
His body is skinny with long limbs and torso with a slim waist another result of his condition
He has a academic aesthetic bordering on grandpa vibes.
He layers his clothes to hide his body, and make it look distorted in shape.
Characteristics: ════ ⋆★⋆
He is a clinical smoker, and goes through multiple packs of cigarettes, especially when he’s stressed
Despite being well mannered and polite, he is quite vulgar more so than any of the marauders. He swears like its a second language. Which always surprises people given his approach with teachers.
He’s highly protective of his loved ones, but he’s more subtle about it.
However, when the full moon is close he is far from subtle
He’s not all that much into PDA unless it’s a special occasion or if the full moon is close. Otherwise he just prefers small things such as interwinding hands.
All of his friends own a sweater of his or more
Introverted but extroverted in the presence of his friends
He’s book smart, and highly intelligent but most of his knowledge is due to how much he reads
He has to put a lot of work if he wants to maintain his good grades, he’s not naturally smart like James or Sirius
Fun Facts: ════ ⋆★⋆
The library is one of his favourite places
His mother taught him how to cook and bake
He makes the best worlds brownies
Uses sarcasm as a coping mechanism
He’d love to work in a bookstore, or do anything related to literature
He didn’t have any friends growing up so he found comfort in his books
His first year of Hogwarts his suitcase was majorly filled with books as he thought he would need extra because no one would be his friend after they learned of his condition
In later years he still brought his books, but not as many as he knew he would have friends to spend time with.
He’s left handed
He draws on his shoes
His clothes are thrifted and vintage
Secretly he writes stories but never shows them to others
He visits his ma whenever he can
He has the boys do movie nights with him so he can educate them about muggle culture
He’s a film geek as much as he is a book nerd
The clothes he wears are always muted colours and colours that he can see
Since being bitten as a child, over a span of multiple years he began to develop dichromatic vision
This is why he wears muted colours, browns, beige and ect as he always knows what they are
Sometimes he has to ask the marauders for confirmation on colours
He also prefers these colours as they help him blend in more so he can avoid attention
He’s always involved in pranks but never gets caught
Summary: Regulus reminds you of a promise you made to him in childhood and how you have broken it. You return from a weekend trip to find Remus in the hospital wing. Sirius knows he can’t hide Remus’s condition for you any longer.
Pairing: platonic Regulus x fem!reader, poly!wolfstar x fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, fighting with friends, feeling inadequate, cliffhanger, talks of blood and bruises (from the full moon)
Word count: 1.9k
AN: I’m terribly ill and doc ordered me to say in bed, so sleep and write is all I have done today lol. Sorry it’s a little short. Thank you for your time :)
December 24th, 1970
Number 12 Grimmauld Place, North West of London, hidden from the eyes of muggles. The Black family took pride in the fact that they were hosting the Yule Eve dinner party. They were Pureblood royalty after all.
The house was decorated in festive decorations for the upcoming Yule celebrations custom of the sacred 28 society. The food alone could surely feed an entire orphanage.
A young Regulus, at a mere nine years old yet dressed far better than most adults. The scratchy material of his dress robes had been bothering him from the moment his mother had forced him into them. His black locs were combed back with magical gel to ensure he remained perfect for the night.
Clasped his small hand, you ran along with him. The frills from your pink dress made it difficult to much. It overwhelmed your body. You thought you looked like a large ball of cotton candy. Which your mother had scolded you for even thinking such a thing.
Trails of pristine white ribbons once worn in your hair now lay tossed on the freshly polished floors of the manor. Your house elf had been ordered by your mother to ‘tame’ your hair earlier that night. Hours of work had been in vain as your locs had bounced back only moments ago. Sliver jewerly adorned your neck sparkling in the candle lit hallway.
Kreacher had turned a blind eye to your ‘escape’ from the dinner. Neither of your mothers had noticed your absence yet. Something which both Regulus and you were beyond grateful for. Merlin knows what your punishment would be for daring to participate in such childish behaviour. For, being a pureblood meant you never were a child. You were simply an investment.
Regulus was the spare, the second choice, a precautionary measure that his parents had taken should Sirius prove to not be eligible. You, on the other hand, were born a girl. Which meant you were to be married off the moment you were of legal age. Although you had heard the stories of girls who had been forced to marry long before that. Your potential husband would be most likely related to you in some way.
Your mother would often gossip about how the Black Family ‘kept things in the family’ in reference to how cousins married each other frequently. However, truth be told, all pureblood were related in some way or other. Pureblood had been facing excitation for centuries. In order to keep their lines ‘pure’ they needed to dip their toes into the pool of incest. The sacred 28 all crossed over if you were to look close enough. Which is why you thought your mother to be a hypocrite.
Regulus pulled you into a nock in the attic. Whilst you were still in a fit of giggles.
“My lady.” Regulus pretended to bow, taking an old feathered hat on and then off his head.
“Why thank you, kind sir.” You responded through a set of giggles. Giving him a curtse in return, just as your mother had taught you.
Regulus took your hand and guided you to sit down with him on the floor, placing his suit jacket down to avoid you getting your dress dirty. You picked up the ends of your dress to try make it easier on you to sit down. A proof sound was heard the second you touched the floor. As you quite literally fell on your ass from the sheer size of the dress. Your mother was a beautiful woman but her style was eccentric to say the least. She had dressed your sister and brother in a similar fashion, both of who were being good children and still in the dining hall.
“Will you consider promising me something, Y/N?” The boy’s language was far better than most adults you knew. Pureblood society doing of course. You were both already fluent in Latin and Greek while Regulus knew French as well. It being his family’s main language after all.
“Whatever do you mean, Reggie?” You asked in the same tone. Frowning your small brows in confusion.
“Would it be to much to ask, if you could promise to be mine forever.” His statement confused you at first causing him to explain further. “We both know our mothers will marry us off one of these days, but please choose me, your friend first.”
“As long as you promise to choose me always and forever.” You smiled back at him.
“Best friends before lovers?” Regulus asked you unsure of himself.
“I would rather have live a life with no love, than live one without you as my friend.” You took ahold of his hand gently.
“I do not wish to condemn you to a love of loneliness, Y/N.” He dropped his hand from yours, fearing he was asking you too much with your friendship.
“Reggie, with you by my side, I could never be lonely.” That had earned you a smile from him, a one larger than you had ever seen before.
Present time
Regulus Arcturus Black would never be your lover. No, your bond proceeded that of romantic expectations. Your bond would always be platonic, but it would be the deepest bond you would ever have. For your souls wore bind together in no way a lover could understand. Even if it was a childish desire to ask for your loyalty forever. To chose him over everyone else in the world. You knew, that in truth, there was only one person he had asked you to never choose over him. His brother. Which is exactly what you had done. The one thing he had begged of you all those years ago, you had done without hesitation. Breaking his trust doesn’t even cover the cost your newfound relationship had taken to your oldest one.
He was not angry nor was he upset with you. Regulus felt hurt, betrayed even. In all his life, he had lived with the expectation that he would always be second best. Only this past summer had his parents began to pay attention to him after Sirius had left home. Officially disowning their eldest, made Regulus their heir. He was only valued once Sirius was gone. For once in his life, people had began to look at him instead. It had been a long time coming, since the moment Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. The light slowly began to shift to the younger brother. Yet, never completely, not until now. Within the span of a few weeks he had become the star of the family. A fact which had only served to make him bitter because he knew the care of his family was conditional. For they had hardly offered him a look before he was proved to be their last hope of salvation.
The worse part was Sirius believed Regulus was the first choice. When in fact he had never been someone’s first choice in anything. That is excluding you. Regulus had always been your first choice. It was something which he had come to held dearly in the span of his fifteen years of life.
Despite being a few months younger than Sirius, and almost a whole year older than Regulus. You had chosen to be his friend. As children, your mother urged you to make connection with Sirius, but you never did. Regulus was who you chose to spend your time with. Up until Hogwarts neither one of you had any real friends besides each other. Barty did not run in the same circles as the two of you before Hogwarts. The rosier twins didn’t form a friendship with you until Regulus’s first year at Hogwarts which had been their first too.
He had only asked one thing of you, and you could not give him that. You now understood his anger. Yet you still felt defensive as you were in a vulnerable state.
“You do not get to held a childish promise over my head!” You yelled, your voice reaching across the common room.
“It is not about the promise, Y/N.” Regulus stated with lips pulled into a thin unreadable expression.
“Then what is it about, Regulus?” Anger severed through your throat as you spoke.
“Rage does not consume me for the mere fact of your entanglement in a romantic relationship. As one of your closest friends, I comprehend that it is beyond my jurisdiction to dictate the auspices under which you choose to allocate your precious hours. Yet, I implored solely that you not date my own brother.” Regulus paced around the room, his hand running through hair multiple times before he turned to face you directly.
“For it is your preference that leans towards him, and no longer me. He is accustomed to being selected first and foremost in all things. I am not. Barty, Evan, Pandora and you were mine; untill you chose me over me. The one thing you promised, swore, you would never do.” Regulus voice no longer held anger, it was filled with hurt. He pointed a a finger towards your chest to further his point. Breathless as he spoke.
“Reg…” You moved towards him but he flinched away from your touch. “My relationship with him does not change the friendship I have with you.”
“Liar.”
“You say that, yet you continue to be with him. To chose him.” Regulus walked away from you but you followed without hesitation.
“You are being over dramatic.”
“Am I, so am I to just discard the only person who truly understands me. In order to allow you to satisfy your desires.” Regulus used the boot of his shoe to kick the table lightly.
“You do not mean that.” Tears were beginning to form in your eyes.
“What other choice have you given me?” Regulus breathed out barely forming words.
“I never intended to lose you, Reg.”
“Oh, well then everything is sorted. Is it not. Far be it that I have feelings and reactions to your actions.”
“Please, stop, I beg of you.” Your voice was pleading with him now.
“Would you do one decency?”
“Anything.”
“Tell me why did it have to be him.” You heard the crack in his voice as he spoke. Arms at his side and legs planted on the floor.
You squeezed your eyes shut at his question. Knowing whatever your answer would only serve to hurt him further.
“I fell for him. I tried not to. Believe me I did, but I cannot ignore my feelings anymore. Please forgive me.”
“Forgiveness does not come easy, Y/N.” Regulus eyes roared with anger, but you knew there still lay hurt behind them. “But I don’t want to lose you.”
“Does that mean…” The steps you took towards him were careful and precise to not spook him with your actions.
“I would could never live without your friendship. It pains me so, but I know I have to forgive you, but do not ask me to forgive him.”
Tears pooled in your eyes as the words left his cold lips. Before another moment could pass, you wrapped your arms around his torso. To your surprise he accepted your affection. He had never been one to allow affectionate gestures, it simply was not his way of expressing himself. Yet, in the rare moments when he allowed himself to let another in, his warmth would be unlimited.
“Can I assume I have my best friend back?” Your voice was muffled by Regulus’ green Qudditch jersey.
He pulled away from the hug but kept physical contact with you by placing both of his hands on your sides.
“You never lost me.”
Sounds of students began to fill the common room as they returned from the pitch and great hall. Undoubtedly complaining and/or talking about the lack of victory Slytherin had acquired in today’s events.
“One last thing, Y/N.” Regulus spoke in a hushed tone to avoid being interrupted or ease dropped on.
“Anything.”
“If my brother hurts you, there’s not a place in the world he’d be able to hide from me. Blood may be thicker than water, but my loyalty for you will always outweigh my loyalty for him. Never doubt that for a moment.”
“I appreciate it, but that’s not necessarily-“
“Believe me when I say, negotiation is not an option here. You will lose this argument.” Regulus’s dark eyes were completely serious and his face showed no signs of amusement.
“Is your plan to treat me like a child of divorce?”
“Mmm, we’ll work on the arrangements later.” Regulus smiled at you, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“You know you will always be my best friend, right?” You asked taking his hand in yours.
“Don’t tell Barty that, he might kill me.” Regulus leaned into you.
“Well we would’t want that, now would we.”
The life of a pureblood had taught you many things. None of which had seamed to prove helpful in any way shape or form for your current situation.
While you might have seamed to patch things up with Regulus for the most part. Although you still were treading in dangerous waters. At least you could sleep soundly knowing he was willing to come around to the idea. In time, of course.
Yet, you still faced another dilemma; your relationship. Secrets were being kept from you, that was obvious enough, but what the secret was remained a mystery to you.
It didn’t help that Sirius and Remus seamed to have no intention of letting you in on it anytime soon. Taking into consideration how much history the two had, you continued to feel out of place in your own relationship, and feared for how much long you could take it.
For the past three days, you had to be condemned to visiting your oh so loving family. Torture did not even begin to cover it. Though you knew there were pureblood children in worst situations. The Blacks were a prime example. Leading you to appreciate your dysfunctional family because at least they had never used an unforgivable curse on you. To say the bar was low would be an understatement.
So as you walked through the castle walls having returned from your trip. Your mind began to wonder. However, your moment of peace was short lived as you passed the Hospital Wing.
You couldn’t see much but you could see Sirius who was walking towards the door. Through a series of lies, excuses and distractions, the boys had managed to occlude you from Remus’s condition. Yet, your weekend away just so happened to be a full moon. A particularly horrific one in fact. No chance were they going to be able to hide it from you now.
Sirius’s sliver eyes were accompanied by purple eye bags from staying up all night with Remus. Hair fell in disarray and tangles were visible in his usual elegant locs. He appeared gaunt, almost as if the life had been drained out of him.
Upon seeing you, a serge of panic ripped through his entire being.
“Oh Salvar.” You rushed towards him in panic searching his face for signs of injury. It only worked to make him feel more guilty than he already was.
“S’m nothin’.” Tiredness and worry were evident in his voice.
“Sirius, do not take me for a fool.”
“I’m not, honestly, just-“ Whilst barely finding the energy to form words, you interrupted him with rage already approaching.
“What’ll be this time, huh?” Hands fell from his face leaving a cold chill. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, you were beyond rage, you were done.
“It’s not like that, baby.” His voice begged for sympathy but you refused to show the effort he had on you.
“Where’s Remus?”
Sirius’s eyes widen at the thought of you seeing Remus in his current state. You stepped forward to enter the hospital wing causing him to plant himself in front of you. Using his height to block your view. Your flight or fight activated. Making use of the large space of the room you tricked him by making him believe you were headed one way and then pushed past him in the other.
As soon as you had escaped his gasp, Sirius ran after you in panic. However, with our tired he was, he didn’t have the strength to carry through.
Remus lay curled up on the hospital bed. Bandages surrounded his body in multiple places. Most seamed clean but others had large red stains from blood. Bruises and cuts decorated his body like Christmas lights. The beautiful brown eyes that you had come to cherish so dearly had taken on a dull hue. With dark circles surround them and bloodshot eyes. His hair stuck up in all different directions filled with dirt and a sneer of blood.
A whine escaped the thin werewolf when he turned on his side to see who had entered. His eyes struggled to focus for a few moments to depict your figure, but when he did, he swore he felt just like he did before people knew about his secret. Ashamed, scared, horrified all mixed into self loathing.
“Remus?” You managed to choke out through the tears that had began to form in your eyes upon seeing him.
