#metamorphmagus

[ohmyremadora]

You remind me what love feels like.

Not something easy.

Not something safe.

But real.

The kind I thought I’d lost—

until you.

And somehow…

that’s enough.

[thornsunicorn]

Get a load of this guy…

[ellecdc]

I’ve been thinking about a Remus (or ig any ship that includes him?) x metamorphmagus!reader who is always turning into other people in order to mess with people. despite them being very good at acting and visually/audibly indistinguishable from their target, once the moon comes close and his senses are heightened Remus is able to recognize them from scent alone. I also think he’s observant enough that even when his senses are as normal as they can be, he is able to notice little ticks and habits that break through the disguise. I don’t think he would ruin their fun, observing and if he isn’t in pain even helping with their mischief.

It’s just such a cute little concept to me, and I think it could be fun to play with, so I would love to see if you can come up with a little Drabble or something about it! Thank you mother ❤️ I love confident and mischievous readers with quiet but enabling characters

this was a cute concept! thanks for the request! also, I didn't intend for this to be Potter!reader, but with the way the story went it ended up feeling like it had to be potter reader hahaha

Remus Lupin x Potter!reader who is a metamorphmagus [800 words]

CW: fem!reader, 'your mama' insults, talking about students getting it on in a broom closet

“Never thought I’d find myself happier to see this Black than the other one.” Barty Crouch Junior drawled as he sauntered into the library looking innocent for all intents and purposes - but Remus knew better.

“Sod off, Junior.” Sirius sneered back as he glared at the Slytherin from behind his book. 

“Oh, someone’s getting off, I can assure you.” He jeered; a mischievous sparkle shining in his eye giving Remus not nearly enough time to prepare for the coming theatrics. 

“Oh? Could you hear me and your mum last night?” Sirius replied haughtily, turning a page of his book for show. “I’ll try to make sure we’re quieter next time, but she’s a screamer.” 

Barty simply hummed as he dragged a finger across the back of a chair; expression glowing like he was simply loving this. “Are family members not off limits then, Black? Because if that’s the case, someone really ought to tell Reg and Potter that there's no need to be rutting against each other in the third floor broom closet like a couple of ne’er-do-wells.”

Sirius was standing in record time; his chair grating across the floors before landing with a thunk and his book (prop) laying long forgotten.

“You’re not serious.” Sirius spat menacingly, a true testament to how riled up he got over his brother and best friend (even though the two had been publicly dating for almost two months now) that he didn’t even bother censoring himself against the verb form of his name.

“Deadly.” Barty smirked, and that was all it took for Sirius to go racing off into the castle to cause a bigger scene than either Regulus or James had been prior to the announcement of their secret tryst. 

The library returned to its prior volume as Remus watched 'Barty' simply stare after the last place Sirius could be seen. 

“That’s not nice, dove.” Remus chided gently, though he didn’t bother hiding his smirk as he stared back down at his book.

“Whatever do you mean, Lupin?” You sneered back, but you were wearing a beaming smile that told him clearly you knew the ruse was up. 

“James has been trying very hard to make sure he isn’t throwing his relationship with Regulus in Sirius’ face.” Remus explained tiredly, though it was all for show. 

“And James has been making it very hard for me to not want to stab myself with a quill during quidditch practices.” You pouted as you took the seat across from him.

“All this over quidditch drills?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You didn’t break his gaze nor the pout of your lips as you added “and he ate the last of my fizzing whizzbees.” 

Remus hummed in understanding. “An egregious crime, certainly.”

“Right? What would you have done if he’d eaten all your chocolate?”

“Nothing short of murder; he’d be out the dormitory window.”

“See, I knew you’d get it.” You replied with a smirk, though your eyes turned soft as you looked him over.

“Be nice to your brother.” He murmured quietly, earning a dramatic groan as you threw your head back in exasperation.

“I don’t have to be nice to him, he’s my brother.” 

“What would your mum say?” He asked as he leaned back in his chair and held his book against his lips to hide the smile on his face.

You groaned again and looked over at him nonplussed. “To be nice to my brother.” You offered back in monotone.

He lowered his book so you could see his beaming smile, causing you to launch forward in an attempt to swipe his book from him only for him to catch your wrist instead.

“How did you even know it was me? I thought I had the impression down pat.” You murmured quietly, face now inches from his.

“You certainly look like Junior.” Remus conceded as he gave you a once over. “But he would have never let that comment about his mum fly.”

You let out a bark of laughter that Remus knew to be only yours. “That’s true, I suppose. I’ll do better next time.”

Remus gave you a shake of his head in faux admonishment as he leaned closer to you. “I’ll always recognise my sweet girl.” He murmured, massaging the inside of your wrist that he was holding captive with his thumb. “I’d recognise you by smell alone.” 

Your gaze turned hungry as your eyes flit down to his lips and then back up again. 

But Remus pulled away before you could connect your lips to his.

“Do not kiss me as Barty Crouch Junior.” He deadpanned, causing you to let out raucous laughter that got you more than a few shush’s from surrounding tables before he watched you melt back into yourself.

Remus loved your mischief, but this was by far his favourite version of you.

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

[randommmthoughts]

Hogwarts Library - 971 words - Remus did not go to Hogwarts - @wolfstarmicrofic

Ever since Sirius had been eighteen–finally free from Hogwart’s endless Library–and went into the real world, he’d been quite a slut. You can call him that. It’s how he calls himself.

Jumping from fling to fling. Enjoying the sex, but running away when things got real.

Once, he had a real relationship, but after half a year, Sirius had broken up.

Because it felt like they were just friends with flaming good sex.

Because he had said Sirius wasn’t invested enough.

Because he had cheated.

However, a little over a year ago, Sirius had met Remus Lupin. A man who was his complete opposite.

Remus had had one real relationship; a marriage. It lasted five years, the last of which with a son. He and his wife had come to the conclusion that it would be better to split when the fights kept increasing, realising parting amicably would be most benefitting for everyone.

They had met when Sirius was hired to get Remus’ new house hex free. Like a little romance story, Remus had kept finding excuses to call him. After the third time, Sirius had dared to ask him for a drink.

Remus was twenty-six, a year divorced and had a son of two years old. Sirius was twenty-seven, single since forever and had a whole villa of attachment issues.

Nevertheless, when Remus told him over a coupe of chocolate ice (their second date) that he would like a third date, but had to be sure Sirius was invested, Sirius had instantly agreed.

And he was invested. When Remus took him to the aquarium and held all the doors open, he blushed like a schoolboy. When the son was with his mom and Sirius invited Remus for dinner, they cuddled up on the sofa all night long. 

Sirius stayed. He met Remus’ child, Teddy, a shy kid with his fathers curls which were bright blue colored most of the time. A Metamorphmagus. A little wonder.

One month in, Teddy met Padfoot. Sirius had spent two full hours playing with the boy. He had wagged his tail happily at the kid’s delighted ‘doggy!’, had aborted the ball countless times. He ended up lying in the grass, Teddy’s little body flush against his soft fur, the color of his hair matching it exactly. That was the first time his heart was warmed by a weird fatherly feeling.

Three months in, Remus called him to please get Teddy from the day nursery because he had to work overtime.

Five months in, Sirius got Teddy from the day nursery every Wednesday to take him to the park. Teddy was unstoppable in his everlasting stories, and Sirius found himself glued to each and every meaningless word.

Eight months in, Sirius officially moved in, since he had practically been living there for ages anyway. He still went on a date with Remus every Friday, when Teddy was with his mother. 

Twelve months in, they were still going stronger than ever. Sirius was completely sure this was all that he wanted for the rest of his life. Remus was his everything. Teddy his son in every way possible.

Nonetheless, it was a very average Wednesday when Sirius knew he would never be able to leave. He had just picked his boy up from pre-school for a walk to the park. Teddy was giggling while feeding the ducks when Sirius frowned. Teddy looked different. His hair was the same as ever, almost neon blue because of his enthusiasm and unruly as ever. 

Still, the side profile looked weird.

“Teddybear, come to Pa for a moment.” He was still overcome with that lovely warm feeling every time that term was used. Remus had always been Dad or Dada, so the man had figured it was only logical to call Sirius Teddy’s Pa.

‘It’s practically short for Padfoot’ he had said, like that justified it. Teddy had copied in no time. There for nine months, and already Teddy’s Pa.

Sirius had cried ugly tears that evening.

Teddy turned and it only took Sirius a few seconds to see what had changed. Then Sirius had to use all his willpower to not burst out in similar tears again.

Because there was Teddy, with his Dad’s hair, and his Mom’s eyes. His Dad’s ears and his Mom’s mouth. 

But that was the shape of Sirius’ nose. Sirius’ chin. Sirius’ freckles.

He could do nothing but stare while the little boy padded in his direction. “Paaaa,” he whined, making grabby hands. “Uppies!” he demanded.

Sirius obeyed, settling him on his hip, looking at him again. 

Sirius was sure nothing of it was deliberate. Teddy switched hair colors with his moodswings and copied the nose of every new animal he saw.

Still, he had to blink furiously when the little nose scrunched up and the little hands gripped his cheeks. “Pa sad?” he asked.

He shook his head. “I’m very happy, mon ours.”

His eye was almost poked out. “Wet,” the boy declared.

A raspy chuckle left him. “I know, mon loulou. I’m just happy. They’re happy tears.”

“Why?”

Sirius picked up the abandoned bread, handing it over to Teddy so he could also give the ducks the remaining bits. “Because you look like me.”

Teddy frowned. “No, I look me.”

Sirius’ heart couldn’t take this. He was quite sure it would comburst. “Just a little bit. You have paint on your face, like me.”

When Teddy had met Sirius, he had been intensely intrigued by the little dots on Sirius’ face. Maybe it had just been a matter of time before he would copy that. 

Teddy giggled. “Pretty.” Sirius smiled, a tear finally leaving his eye. Remus’ son, Sirius’ son, now even in appearance, leaned in to kiss it away, leaving a huge spot of saliva. Sirius didn’t care. 

“Very pretty,” he agreed.

[loonyloopylupin96]

[loonylara]

imagine hornkus is a metamorphmagus or some other shapeshifter of sorts and he decided to look like barty but he's been looking like him for too long and forgot how to change back

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Morphing into you

Malfoy was a Metamorphmagus. One that lost all control of his abilities around Harry, and he wanted to know why. Needed to know why.

Or the one where Draco changes everything just by being himself.

Excerpt:

“Potter…”

Harry wanted to move closer, wanted to pick up Malfoy’s hands but he didn’t think it would go over well, not with how Malfoy was already edging away from him—keeping the door in his line of sight.

“If the answer is no because of me then you’re lying to yourself,” Harry whispered, forcing himself to stay where he was even as Malfoy moved further and further from him. “If it’s a mating call, then let me answer it.”

Malfoy bit his lip, skin changing to a tan as his hair grew dark and became a buzz cut.

“You can’t mean it.”

“Why? Why not?”

“Because this isn’t me!” Malfoy hissed, gesturing around him as his features began to change shape rapidly, not settling for anything longer than a few seconds. “I don’t know who to look like!”

“Then just be you.”

Pain flashed across Malfoy’s face before his features began to become recognizable. “That isn’t me either.”

And with that, Malfoy was gone.

Ao3

Thank you @brainrot-has-overtaken-me for your help! You are still a genius!

[7sharkskull08]

One of or both of (separately) the Weasley twins x a very chaotic Metamorphmagus anyone? Anyone? Just me? Ok..