#lie low at lupins

[theresthesnitch]

To cede control

for the @hpkinktober prompt collaring

Summary: Sirius is back after Azkaban, and he finds the collar that he used to wear.

#to cede control #hurt/comfort #no smut in sight #this is probably why I shouldn't start fics after midnight #wolfstar #lie low at lupins #angst #snitchwrites

[thisthig]

Lie Low at Lupins

sirius after watching the princess bride: hello my name is Sirius black you killed my best friend prepare to die

remus: Sirius you need to stop

sirius: shut up I'm practicing

#marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #older wolfstar #lie low at lupins

[wolfstarwarehouse]

#febficaday2 - Day 9 (Angst)

Author: aryastark_valarmorghulis Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,529 Era: Lie Low At Lupin’s

Summary: Padfoot lies low at Lupin’s.

Comments: This is one of those lie low at Lupin’s fics that’s very cathartic to read. Remus and Sirius are caught up in their own hesitation and uncertainty, continually pushing down their feelings until, finally, they start actually talking, and it feels like you’re exhaling with them.

#wolfstar #fic #aryastark_valarmorghulis #febficaday2 #lie low at lupins #teen #lessthan5k #relationship: ex lovers #relationship: get together #angst #theme: sharing bed #enjoy the light angst #cause it's gonna get pretty heavy from here on out

[r0seart]

I see that my most popular drawings are the Gardening and Baking one. Honestly I love domestic wolfstar and I want to draw more of it even after this art challenge is over.

#wolfstar #art challenge #lie low at lupins #domestic wolfstar #and they were roommates #sill anti jkr

[alltoounwellll]

after azkaban sirius notices the new scars. some fresher than others. winding themselves around remus’ body like jagged wire.

“show me your scars” he says one morning. their legs tangled together beneath linen sheets.

“why?” remus asks, shying away.

“because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

#oops made myself cry #inspired by a poem I remember seeing one time #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #post azkaban sirius #azkaban #old dogs #lie low at lupin's #alltoounwellll writes (sometimes)

[brigid-faye]

Wolfstar lie low Drabble, shout out to irl beta @remakaz ❤️🫶🏻 you are the best travel buddy and tech* date ever (*tesco)

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He’s been lying low at Remus’ for seven days. It’s after the seventh time he catches Remus’ eyes flicking down to his lips (over a cup of tea, standing in the kitchen) that the question in Sirius’ chest finally escapes his mouth.

“How can you still want me?”

After a week of what Sirius knows, dimly, is wild rantings and vacant silences, insomnia and night terrors, it’s this that makes Remus Lupin look at him like he’s crazy.

One eyebrow up, the opposite corner of his mouth a bit quirked, a head tilt that makes his curls fall over his forehead. It’s so achingly familiar, but jarring, too - the grey in his hair, the depth of the wrinkle between his eyes.

And -fuck fuck fuck all of this - Sirius should have been there for those changes, he wants to press his thumb against that wrinkle and push away all the pain and worries Remus has endured without him. Because of him.

Remus swallows his tea and sets his cup on the counter. He considers Sirius for a moment, opens and shuts his mouth. Frowns and deepens the wrinkle.

“I would have kissed you in that fucking shack, Sirius,” he says, low but even. “If we-I should have kissed you in-”

Sirius isn’t aware of closing the distance between them, he only knows that the kiss is messy and desperate and tastes like life. He’s been so scared that he will finally do the one more thing that will make Remus give up on him, shun him, hate him. Some one thing that will expose the too much in him, something that will reveal the terrified need he feels to hide in Remus’ bones, in the warm brown of his eyes.

But Remus is kissing him and breathing in gasps, nearly sobbing with relief and-

Oh.

Oh, you need me, too.

#wolfstar #fanfiction #brigid writes #marauders #fanfic #marauders era #remus lupin needs a hug #sirius black #lie low at lupin's

[enbysiriusblack]

laying low at Lupin's but it's Remus having moved back in with his father so he's awkwardly making all three of them tea whilst Lyall tries to act like it isn't that strange for Sirius to be staying with them, and Sirius is just sitting in the kitchen with all his multitude of current issues and trauma but he cannot stop his brain from panicking over how his ex boyfriend's father has got even hotter.

#sirius laying low at lupin's: merlin look at mr lupin's grey hair. and his frown lines?? he's so fucking hot. #sirius black #wolfstar #lie low at lupin's #marauders era #marauders #lyall lupin #remus lupin

[lynxindisguise]

I’ve said it before I’ll say it again, Remus doesn’t contact Harry during GOF because jkr is a shitty writer he was with Sirius the entire time!! He would’ve had to send Harry a letter via tropical bird, “hey kid, how’s your summer going? I just fucked your godfather in the ocean so mine is going swimmingly.”

Do you want him to explain to Harry that “no, Sirius isn’t living in a cave because Dumbledore said to; we actually got into a fight and now he’s refusing to stay with me, and listen I TRIED to talk some sense into him, but then he fucked me on the cave floor until I forgot how to speak.”

And besides, he already knows what’s going on because Sirius keeps sending him Howlers to call him a cunt and also give him a play by play of everything that’s going on and then call him a cunt again until finally Dumbles is like “ffs go live with your ex babe, mine killed my sister and tried to commit genocide, and we made it work!”

#lie low in the tropics #remus lupin #wolfstar #sopping wet dogboys

[mwppp]

i love lie low at lupin’s because what! am i suppose to believe that remus had two bedrooms! no!! there was one bed! i know it! everyone knows it! and now there’s implications there’s scenarios! theres healing and there’s sharing the bed in the middle of summer! the middle of summer!

#they went from no interaction (assumption.) for a year! to lie low at lupin! to a shared christmas gift! #the days are longer! the sun is hotter! i know remus was trying and failing to keep his plants alive! #i know he had a stupid little gardeners hat from hope! no! i change my mind! from lyall!!!!!!!!!!! #and he cant keep his garden alive! #and i know sirius walks in fucking post gof where he quite frankly went through Some things! & is like now i have to tend to remus’ garden. #(he does he makes it look beautiful)(he doesn’t wear the hat)

[everwalldigan]

Lie low at lupins - a short scenario

Remus wakes up to find Sirius curled up on the kitchen floor, a cup of hot chocolate clutched in his hand, his body almost trying to wrap around it and absorb all its warmth.

“You had a nightmare.”

It wasn’t a question. Remus just knew.

Sirius huffs with a bitter smile “who would’ve thought they’d be easier to deal with when you aren’t swarmed by soul suckers who force you to remember your worst memories, am I right?”

“Sirius.”

“Sorry.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Sirius doesn’t answer, taking a sip from his steaming mug.

“I’m fine.” He says finally

“That’s not what I asked.”

Sirius sighs, curling up on himself more, “I couldn’t bring myself to.”

Remus sits down on the floor next to him, taking the mug gently from his hands and taking a sip.

“I told you, I want you to wake me up. I don’t mind.”

“I know. I mind.”

He gives the mug back to Sirius, “Why?”

“You… did you know your snoring has gotten worse?”

“I did not.”

“Well, it has.”

Remus just waits, saying nothing.

“You look so young when you sleep. You look like my Remus.”

Remus stiffens, turning his face away in attempt to hide the hurt.

“Even with the… hair and the new scars and all. I can’t bear to watch you age in real time. You always look worried, except when you’re sleeping.”

“I AM your Remus.” He rasps out through the lump in his throat, still looking away.

“You know, I didn’t recognise you when I first saw you again. I thought it was because of padfoot but it wasn’t. You’re not the Remus from my memories. You’re not the face I saw every full moon in that place. My Remus was happy, tired and in pain but happy. Every time I watch you wake up it’s like losing him all over again.”

Remus can’t speak, he’s lost between scooting away from Sirius and pulling him closer.

He needs to think, needs Sirius to stop but he can’t open his mouth to tell him to. He’s fully frozen, helpless against the rush of words that finally broke through the dam they had been trying to destroy for weeks.

Sirius talks and Remus listens. The hot chocolate goes cold in his mug. The air around them seems to slow, thickening with the weight of Sirius’ words.

#the marauders #harry potter #marauders #the marauders fandom #remus lupin #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #wolfstar #padfoot #wolfstar angst #lie low at lupin's #moony #remus x sirius #post azkaban sirius #post prisoner of Azkaban #hurt/comfort #hurt/angst #angst

[evax3]

2024/2020 | HELLO STRANGER

Lie low at Lupin's will always be my favourite trope :)

#fic recs anyone? #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #padfoot #moony #marauders #illustration #hp fanart #dead gay wizards #i really miss them #lie low at lupin's #still my favorite

[sliebman10]

Feelings

They lay awake, both deep in thought. "I can't believe you still love me," Sirius whispered, taking Remus's hand lightly, giving him the opportunity to pull away.

"It was bloody inconvenient sometimes," Remus acknowledged. "I tried not to. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"I know," Sirius said, trying not to sniff but Remus turned toward him and brushed a tear away with his thumb.

"But I was also…still holding onto you…to us. Those feelings never went away. And I'm glad you're here now."

"Remus…

"Moony," Remus whispered.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #post azkaban #lie low at lupin's #feelings

[tracingpatternswrites]

Rekindle | Wolfstar | HP Recipe Rec Fest

I am so excited to share my entry for the @hprecipe-recfest. This is the first fest I've ever co-hosted and it's been so much fun so far, and I'm looking forward to see even more entries coming up.

For now, however, please enjoy my little fic which features a personal HC of mine: that Remus fled the UK and travelled around the world while Sirius was in Azkaban and spent som time in Sweden (where he apparently learned to cook some Swedish food).

Title: Rekindle Pairing: Wolfstar Rating: T WC: 6k Summary: Things are tense between Sirius and Remus when they're pushed together in the derelict cottage that Remus calls home, waiting for Dumbledore's orders. So much is left unsaid, so many questions need answers.

Remus shares a small part of himself and opens a door to what he was doing during the years that Sirius spent locked up in Azkaban.

Read the whole thing on AO3.

Or a snippet below the cut:

Sirius wakes with a jolt, which is weird because he barely sleeps these days. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but that’s not unusual. It isn’t so much sleeping these days, as his body simply giving up, passing out when he couldn’t hold out any longer. Usually it happens when he’s curled up as Padfoot, the dog’s mind quieter than his own. He has spent so much time as Padfoot over the last few years that he feels more comfortable in the dog’s fur than his own skin.  

He had transformed back into his human form in his sleep, something that had happened increasingly more often in the past week. Sirius doesn’t know why, just yet another thing he can no longer control. He’s getting used to that feeling. Usually the nightmares wake him up, but not this time. He doesn’t know what did, the cottage seems to be quiet around him.

He had shown up on Remus’ doorstep a few days earlier, after he had followed Dumbledore’s orders to contact the old crowd to tell them about what Harry had seen. Remus had been surprised to see him, and Sirius still doesn’t know if it was for old friendship’s sake or just pity that made the other man open up his home.

Sirius looks around the sparse bedroom, the flimsy curtain that does little to keep out the sunlight. He keeps it closed at all times, but the room is still too bright, the sun is giving him a headache after the cold darkness of Azkaban. He mumbles a spell under his breath and he feels the magic coil inside of him, but the curtain barely moves.

There is a flare of something in his chest, anger or shame or frustration, he doesn’t know for sure. He used to be able to do wandless magic at the drop of a hat. Magic used to flow through him, pour out of him with no effort. Generations of powerful pureblood magic that responded to his every whim but now… now doing wandless magic is like pulling teeth. He needs his wand for the simplest spells, like a meek Muggle-born first-year who had never experienced true magic until they set foot inside Hogwarts.

He reaches for the wand on the bedside table, twirling it between his fingers before pointing it towards the window. He mumbles the incantation again and this time he feels it, the little tug of magic in his gut, the warmth at his fingertips as it flows through the wand. This time the curtain transforms into a heavier fabric, thicker, enough to block out some of the offending sunlight and he breathes a sigh of relief.

He had offered to stay on the sofa in the small living room downstairs since he didn’t sleep very well anyway, but Remus wouldn’t have it. Instead, he’d given up the cottage’s only bedroom for Sirius and taken the sofa for himself. It makes Sirius feel uncomfortable, knowing that he’s hogging the bed and the bedroom, especially as they are closing in on the full moon.

He will have to talk to Remus about it, he knows he can’t put it off for much longer. He drags himself out of bed, stretching before he starts to rummage around for something to wear. Not that he has a lot, only what Remus had loaned him when he had first shown up. 

Sirius had first insisted that he wouldn’t be able to wear it, he had always been broader and taller than Remus, but the other man had looked at him quietly and left the clothes on the bed for when Sirius was done with his shower.

Remus had been right, of course, that annoying habit of his hadn’t changed over the twelve years that Sirius had been away. Where Remus’ jumpers have always stretched tight over Sirius’ broad chest, they now hang loosely over his shoulders. He pulls the strings in Remus’ sweats tight so that they won’t fall down over his hips when he shuffles around the house.

He is grateful now that Remus doesn’t keep a lot of mirrors around. He would have covered them up if there were any in the bedroom, but luckily there aren’t. Sirius isn’t strong enough to face his own reflection more than absolutely necessary, it’s nothing but a painful reminder of the shadow of his former self that twelve years in Azkaban has reduced him into.

He can hear Remus move around downstairs and he knows he can’t hide away in the bedroom forever. He takes a deep breath as he stuffs his wand into his pocket, pushing the door open into the small hallway. He smells it almost immediately, Remus is cooking, and Sirius’ belly does a little rumble at the thought of food.

He slowly makes his way down the creaking stairs, stopping in the doorway leading into the kitchen. Remus is standing by the counter, his back against Sirius. He is slightly hunched over, the kitchen counter too low for him but for some reason, he hasn’t used magic to adjust it. It’s typical Remus, sometimes Sirius thinks he forgets he’s a wizard altogether.

There’s low music playing in the background, no doubt from their old record player that Remus had somehow managed to hold on to over the years. Most of the records were long gone, but Remus had told him that he had started to re-build his library. Sirius recognises the song that’s playing, but he can’t recall the name of the song or the band.

He's forgotten a lot of things, and the longer he spends outside in the real world, the more he realises it. It’s in the small things, an off-hand comment from Remus about something that happened when they were at school, a conversation they once had, something that Sirius had once claimed that he enjoyed doing or eating or drinking.

Sirius has forgotten most of it. He knows Remus can tell, even though the other man doesn’t comment on it. Sirius doesn’t want to talk about it either, there’s nothing to say about it anyway. Azkaban took a lot from him, the memories are only a small part of it all.

“Fucking hell– shit!”

The loud clatter and Remus’ voice are enough to yank Sirius out of his head, and he flinches at the sudden loud noise. The muscles in his back lock up, his heart makes a somersault in his chest, his pulse spiking as his first instinct is to transform into Padfoot. He can practically feel the ripple of the dog through him, but he manages to stop himself last second. He stares at Remus, eyes wide as he clings to his self-control.

“Shit,” Remus says again, and he looks a little frazzled as he bends down to pick up the pan he had dropped, setting it carefully on the kitchen counter. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, I just didn’t see you standing there and then I turned around and– fuck. Are you alright?”

It takes a moment before Sirius can get his body to unlock, and he can see Remus’ worried gaze sweep over him. Some of the tension melts away at Sirius’ jerky half-nod though, and he manages a smile so weak that it barely reaches his eyes. Sirius feels his muscles relax though, and it’s not until then he realises he’s holding on to the doorframe tightly.

“Did you sleep okay?” Remus asks, which is ridiculous because they both know the answer to that already so Sirius doesn’t bother replying. It doesn’t seem as if Remus expects him to either, as he barely waits for Sirius to speak before he continues. “Want a cuppa?”

This doesn’t seem to require any sort of reply either, as Remus is already waving his wand towards the kettle which starts boiling immediately. Remus gestures towards the table by the window, and Sirius slowly lets go of the doorframe to straighten himself up.

He walks over to the table before sinking down on one of the rickety chairs, catching the cup of steaming hot tea that Remus sends floating in his direction with another flick of his wand. It’s strong and sweet, the way Sirius has always loved it. Remus always made the best tea; Sirius remembers that much.

“Thank you,” Sirius rasps, and then he clears his throat as Remus turns around to look at him. “For the tea, I mean.”

“You’re welcome,” Remus says, a slow smile spreading over his face and it lights up something behind his eyes.

Sirius feels his belly do a little swoop, like a faint pull of something long forgotten deep inside of him, but then Remus turns away again to return to what he’s doing. He’s working with his hands, Sirius can see, and he has realised over the past couple of days that Remus does that a lot.

Sirius doesn’t know if it’s because he learned to cook from his Muggle mother, or if Remus’ reluctance to use magic is something he picked up during the war. Sirius doesn’t remember, and that realisation settles heavily in his chest. He wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know the answer.

He watches as Remus puts a cabbage head into a pot of boiling water before checking on the other pot and humming to himself. He turns the oven on with a tap of his wand before summing an empty bowl, getting to work mixing something that looks like minced meat with spices.

Sirius doesn’t know a lot about cooking, he had never mastered it himself and during his childhood all cooking had been done by their wretched house-elf. Right now, he almost wishes he did know how to cook though; it looks relaxing, working with your hands like that. Sirius takes another sip from his tea. When Remus adds milk, cream, and boiled rice straight from the pot to the minced meat, however, he feels like he needs to ask.

“What… are you making?”

Continue on AO3.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #lie low at lupin's #hp recipe rec fest #hprrf #harry potter recipe rec fest #my writing

[wolfstarwarehouse]

#febficaday2 - Day 8 (Angst)

Author: AllAboutTheDrama Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,920 Era: Multiple Eras

Summary: Nature does nothing uselessly. – Aristotle

Remus loved the cottage by the sea.

Comments: Very well-written character study of Remus; it focuses on a few key scenes, starting in his childhood and ending in the lie low at lupin’s era. Can’t recommend this one enough, please give it a read and some love!

Favorite Quote: 

Sirius glanced at him, and it was the first time he actually got to look directly into those gray eyes. They weren’t dead at all. They were so, so alive, filled with anxiety and panic and sadness and… Remus put an arm around Sirius’s shoulders, pulled him closer. “You know, I love it here. I forgot how much, until I saw it again.”

Sirius went easily into Remus’s chest, still looking up at him. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I understand.”

#wolfstar #fic #febficaday2 #AllAboutTheDrama #multiple eras #teen #5to10k #lie low at lupins #angst

[wylanslupin]

“ I thought I had then a real understanding of loss

but I didn’t know a thing ‘til you were gone. ”

- persevere, gang of youths

#lie low at lupin's #wolfstar #im not sorry #ok I kind of am but I like to be sad #so no apologies from me #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #remus #sirius black fanart #lupin

[fromthetorturedpoet]

you're my religion - thetorturedpoet - marauders era/harry potter (archive of our own)

Chapters: 1/1 -Complete Words: 3,547 Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Mature Relationships: Remus Lupin / Sirius Black Additional Tags: the religious part isn't canon but the rest is, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Trauma, Protective Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Remus Lupin Gets a Hug, Getting Back Together, Friends to Lovers, wolfstar, Post-Sirius Black in Azkaban, Sirius Black Free from Azkaban, Post-Hogwarts, Post-First Wizarding War with Voldemort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Family Issues

"'Lie low at Lupin’s for a while, I will contact you there.“

After spending years apart, Sirius and Remus reunite once again following that evening at the Shack. Together they navigate lingering traumas, striving to rebuild trust while confronting the shadows of the past, brought by the complexities of a werewolf's upbringing in a religious muggle family."

#wolfstar fic #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #read on ao3 #my stories #ao3 writer #marauders era #the marauders #lie low at lupin's #marauders fic