#wolfstar muggle au

[missmoonfrost]

Mr. Dangerous - a wolfstar microfic

April 18 - Neighbour AU - 567 words

@wolfstarmicrofic

The yelling wakes Remus up. The voice is distant, but loud enough that he can make out some words.

“Fucking whore, fucking bitch”

And, oh. That is definitely a woman crying.

Remus pulls the pillow over his head and tries to think of an excuse. He doesn’t know which apartment it is coming from. Maybe it’s even just someone passing by outside?

No. He can't ignore this. He won’t be that kind of person. With dread pooling in his stomach, he pulls a cardigan over his worn-out T-shirt and pyjama pants and wearily steps out into the staircase.

He freezes as he spots Mr. Dangerous, as Remus has named him in his mind. The neighbour with long black hair and tattoos winding up his neck, whom Remus lets play loud music late at night because he doesn’t dare complain. For a moment he thinks the yells must have been him. But then he fixes Remus with a concerned look.

“Did you hear it too?”

“Y- yeah. I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

As on cue, they hear a new tirade of curses.

“It must be from above.”

Remus silently agrees and follows Mr. Dangerous up the stairs. They stop in front of a door and look at each other. Mr. Dangerous knocks hard. The voice gets silent. The man that opens reeks of alcohol.

“What do you want?”

“Is everything ok?”

The grumpy man grunts. “Trying to sleep here.”

That’s hard to believe as he is fully dressed. Remus waits for Mr. Dangerous to say something more, but he doesn’t. Remus suddenly realises he looks scared and not dangerous at all, so he puts a foot forward.

“Can I come in? I lost my cat and I think I saw it through your window.”

The man grunts dismissively and starts closing the door.

“Let us in!” Mr. Apparently Not Scared Anymore springs forward. “I know karate and I –“ He gets a punch in the face and stumbles backwards.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Are you ok?” Remus grabs his shoulders and pulls him back, but the door is already closed.

“Fine. It’s fine.” Mr. Stupidly Brave presses his hands to his face.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“Already done.”

And sure enough, Remus can hear sirens in the distance.

After an hour of drama, both of them having been questioned by police officers, both the wife-beater and the poor woman having been escorted out by police and all nosey neighbours that suddenly did hear after all having withdrawn again, Remus finds himself in the staircase alone with Mr. Hero Of The Day.

They look solemnly at each other. Until Mr. Hero Of The Day smirks. “I lost my cat?”

Remus rubs his neck with heating cheeks. “Worth a try, wasn’t it?” He laughes along. It's liberating after all thay have just been trough.

Remus raises an eyebrow. “I know karate?”

It’s Mr. Hero's turn to huff and squirm, but they both laugh loudly again.

“I will not be able to sleep any time soon.”

“Me, neither.”

Remus jerks his head in the direction of his door. “Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?”

Suddenly the good neighbour who Remus had started to relax around looks like Mr. Dangerous again, sizing him up with his eyes squinting and arms folded.

“Only if you don’t want to come to mine for a shot of whiskey.”

Remus laughs again. “Sure. I could use one.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius × remus #wolfstar muggle au #neighbour au

[lovingremus]

“Here you go,” Remus said, holding out a tall glass. “Drink this.”

“Ooh!” Sirius sat up from where he’d been spread out on the couch, flinging his legs, sending a few throw pillows flying on the floor, nearly kicking the glass out of Remus’ grip. He took it earnestly in both hands, inspecting the clear liquid inside. “What’s in this?”

“It’s a very special drink I made just for you called water.” Remus sat next to Sirius and patted him on his thigh. He snorted at the disappointment that took over Sirius’ face the second he’d ended his sentence. “Don’t look at me like that. I promise you’ll feel grateful for it in the morning.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Not a single sober person has ever said those words, love.”

It was nearly midnight on a Friday night. Remus was feeling a bit buzzed, though not nearly as much as Sirius, and the thought of clean bedsheets and Sirius’ warm body next to his had been brewing in the back of his mind for hours already, becoming more tempting by the minute. It had been a perfect, slow night, just relaxing with Sirius, drinking and telling each other their favourite stories about their childhood and earlier teens they’d been over dozens of times before and still managed to use to entertain them time after time.

Now, Remus decided, when Sirius had passed the point where he started to giggle out loud at his own thoughts and had nearly spilled the remaining wine from the bottle on the new rug, was the perfect time to call it a day and go to bed before they’d pass out on the couch. Even the thought of spending the night on anything that wasn’t their mattress made Remus’ back ache.

“Come on,” Remus said, offering Sirius his hands and helping him up. “Let’s go get cleaned up before bed.”

Sirius stood, holding onto Remus’ shoulders. “You’re an old man,” he said, as if reading Remus’ thoughts, grinning. “Your sore bones and early bedtimes.”

Remus truly couldn’t deny it. “At least I’m still a teenager, unlike you.”

“Just for a couple of more months, though.” Sirius kissed Remus’ cheek. His breath smelled like pizza rolls and red wine. “Your twenties are gonna hit you like a train. I probably should start looking for a place in a nursing home for you.”

“You mean you won’t stay home from work and take care of my sore bones? Get out of my sight.”

Sirius chuckled, the sound coming deep from his chest. He squeezed Remus’ shoulders, then let go and began to head towards the bathroom. His steps were unsteady, he walked in a sort of a bee-line, seeking support from the walls on both sides of him, but it didn’t really slow him down. He disappeared through the doorway before Remus even reached the corridor.

Their flat had one bathroom, a large one with grey tiles and loads of colourful candles they never burned on every flat surface to make the space look a little less depressing. Sirius was fluffing his hair in front of the mirror when Remus stepped in. It looked clean but frizzy from lying on the couch, knotted and no longer all sorted out in a way that Sirius could brush his hand through it and still have every single hair fall perfectly in their place. Remus watched him for a minute, Sirius’ slumped posture, how he swayed slightly on his feet even when standing still, humming to the song that had played during the end credits of the movie they’d watched hours before. Even in the grossly yellow, flickering light which they’d sworn they’d fix for months now, Sirius looked ethereal.

A smile snuck on Remus’ face. He was lucky. He was happy. He wanted to bottle up this moment into something he could consume instead of his painkillers and antidepressants, to make him always feel as light as he did now.

“Do you want me to do your hair? While you brush your teeth or something?”

Sirius glanced at him. His light eyes were muddy from alcohol, yet they still lit up every time Remus came into view, as if each time he saw him would be the first. “Would you?”

“Mm-hm.” Remus reached for a brush that rested in a basket full of hair stuff from tiny dry shampoo bottles to a four years old hair straightener neither of them had used once in their lives. He also grabbed a couple of hair ties and slid them around his wrist. Sirius was spreading toothpaste on his toothbrush.

“Would you sit down, it’s easier,” Remus suggested, and Sirius crashed cross-legged on the floor, waiting for Remus to settle behind him. Remus sighed. “We do have stools, you know.”

“But the floor’s nice,” Sirius said, sticking the toothbrush into his mouth. Remus bit back a smile as he kneeled and began to brush off the knots and part Sirius’ hair. He would give him a pair of simple French braids – to keep his hair off his face, to get to enjoy the sight of a curly-haired Sirius in the morning when he’d take them off. He’d done it many times before, usually when they were watching television and Sirius sat in front of the couch at his feet. They both liked it, it was calming, and even now Sirius was smiling as he recognised the way Remus’ fingers worked through his locks.

“Did I ever tell you your eyes are so pretty?” Sirius slurred. Remus snorted.

“You’re not even seeing my eyes right now.”

“They’re so pretty. Did I tell you?”

“Yes, you tell me every time you drink.”

“Sooo pretty.” Light blue foam was spilling from Sirius’ mouth as he talked. Remus reached for a piece of toilet paper and wiped it away before it streamed down his chin and on his shirt. “You’re so pretty.”

“Shush.” Remus’ cheeks were getting hot. He’d never learned how to take compliments, even from Sirius, who’d always made sure a day didn’t go by without him praising at least a few of his qualities. “You’re so wasted. Don’t choke on the toothpaste this time.”

“You’re taking such good care of me,” Sirius beamed.

“I know. And you’re putting me in a nursing home.” Remus finished the first braid. “Less talking, more brushing, now.”

“I’m done brushing.”

“Sure?”

“Mm.”

“Okay, but I’m not ready yet, so come back here then.” Sirius pushed himself up and with half of his hair tied, half flying free, he doubled over the sink to spit out the foam and rinsed his toothbrush, soon returning back to Remus. The second braid was much faster and easier to do as Sirius didn’t constantly move his head between speaking and brushing – in fact, he was so still Remus nearly suspected he’d dozed off then and there. A couple of minutes later the hair was all done, and Remus dropped a soft kiss on the nape of Sirius’ neck before getting on his feet.

“All done,” he said, and Sirius came back to life, bouncing on his feet and raising his hands to feel his hair. Seemingly satisfied, Sirius turned to Remus and together they left the room, walking back across the living room to get to their bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Remus noted the mess they’d left behind, the cons of not giving a shit in the moment, and his mood sank a little, thinking about having to face all of that the first thing in the morning.

Their bedroom was tiny. Most of it was taken by their bed, which Remus didn’t really mind, although it meant there wasn’t much space for a closet big enough for both of their clothes and they’d had to stuff a lot of their belongings in boxes under the bed. He hated having to crouch every time he wanted clean socks or underwear. He did have an old man’s sore bones, after all. Bones, muscles, and joints. Old man’s body.

Still, he was forever grateful for their big bed. Sirius launched for it as soon as they opened the door, landing in the middle, pulling the comforter over his whole body. Both of them were quite restless sleepers from time to time, and having space to toss and turn as they liked without accidentally knocking the other in the face had surely saved them from a lot of grumpy mornings.

Remus walked up to the bed and pulled the comforter aside. Sirius, already curled around a pillow, opened his eyes and cast a disapproving look.

“You’re wearing jeans,” Remus said. “Take them off.”

Sirius’ eyes sparkled again. “Am I about to get laid?”

Remus rolled his eyes, smiling. “Nobody’s gonna get laid tonight. You just won’t want to sleep in your jeans. You’ll feel much more comfortable.”

After a minor struggle, as Sirius had refused to stand up again to complete the task, the jeans were thrown into the ever-growing pile of laundry next to the door and Sirius had made his way back under the covers.

“Everything’s spinning,” he mumbled against the pillow, and Remus was quite impressed with himself on how he’d so accurately managed to predict how much longer Sirius would last in his state, getting him in bed on time. He kneeled beside the bed and leaned in to kiss Sirius.

“Sleep,” Remus whispered, got on his feet and headed towards the door.

“Where you going?” Sirius was barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Just to brush my own teeth,” Remus said, switching off the light and leaving Sirius in the dark. “Be back in a moment.”

Remus’ body felt heavy by the time he was making his way back to Sirius. He stopped in the middle of the living room, looking around, debating between two voices in his head, one that was begging for rest and one that was telling him to do what he knew future Remus would be grateful for.

Pushing his exhaustion aside for one more moment, Remus went around the room, picking up the fallen pillows and empty cans and bottles. He straightened the rugs so Sirius wouldn’t trip on them on his more-than-likely visit to the loo in a few hours. He grabbed the empty glass Sirius had drunk water from and filled it again, taking it to the bedroom alongside with some paracetamol.

Sirius was already fast asleep when Remus tiptoed next to him and set the water and the painkiller package on his nightstand. He kissed Sirius’ forehead, mouthing “good night, sweetheart” against his skin, before going around the bed and finally, granting his place under the covers, feeling pleasantly cool and ready to fall asleep in the next minute.

He sunk into the mattress, listening to Sirius’ breathing. They would be in no hurry in the morning; there wouldn’t be an alarm to force them up – at most a delivery driver ringing their doorbell after they’d order a big hangover breakfast and eat it in bed. There’d be a clean living room and curly-haired Sirius.

Seconds from drifting off, Remus felt a warm hand searching his own, Sirius making sure of his presence in his sleep. Remus touched him, giving him the reassurement he’d seeked. He smiled, at least he thought he did, though he might’ve been too tired to actually move his face.

Lucky. Happy.

#wolfstar muggle au #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #wolfstar fanfic

[muchmoreclever]

my fanfics:

⭐️- fluff

🪩- angst

🫶- incomplete

🎶- complete

💋- smut

this is why we cant have nice things (because you break them): SCREAM!au After a shitty few months, Remus is finally starting to feel adjusted to his new way of life, until all of his friends start getting phone calls. or Final girl Remus and co try to figure out who tf is killing all their friends (so technically like canon!!) 🪩🎶

landslide: Yes, Summer Camp is the perfect place to have a five-year-long enemies-to-lovers romance. Or, Dorlene Summer Camp AU!!!

miscommunication and models: BAND!Au In the whirlwind of paparazzi, scandals, and magazine covers the Marauders work their way through love, fights, and betrayals. 🪩⭐️🎶

getaway car: Conman!Remus au, or sirius falls in love at first sight with a stranger at a bar, who cares if he’s already engaged?

enchanted (to meet you): ENCHANTED!Au Sirius Black has a rude awakening after falling into a well at his wedding. ⭐️🫶

I’m (Still) Into You: Sirius Black's life was miserable. I mean it's hard to have a meaningful life when it never ends, and when everyone you meet leaves someday. But what happens when a face that should be long gone stops him in his tracks? ⭐️🪩🎶

Unexpected Company: October 31st, 1981, In which one couple is switched for another. 🪩🎶

vampire sex: marylily smut. of the vampire variety. 💋🎶

#james potter #marauders #modern wolfstar au #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders imagine #marauders fanfic rec #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #wolfstar muggle au #wolfstar fanfic rec #wolfstar #dorlene #pandora lovegood #jily #jily fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic rec

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

GUYS

Send me your favourite hippie Remus x scientist Sirius headcanons and I’ll write them

I’m trying to emerge from my cave and finish the oneshot I’m so excited about and I’m hoping this will both help with that and provide y’all with the beauties that are opposites attract wolfstar

#wolfstar #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar oneshot #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot #wolfstar muggle au #send me asks #please #I beg you

[imsiriuslyreading]

i have made Remus lebanese in rocketman and i’m feeling very happy about it 🇱🇧

“Thanks, uncle. Glad you approve,” Remus grinned. “Got a table for two?”

“Always, my boy. This way,” Ahmad replied, and began leading them through the dimly lit restaurant.

As they walked, Sirius looked around at the place. He’d never been to a Lebanese restaurant before, but he imagined that this one had to be the most beautiful one to exist. There was lots of gold everywhere, and all of the walls were solid, old-looking beige stone. It looked a bit like a cave, done up with fairy lights, with healthy, dark green plants trailing in any space they’d fit. It was like they’d been transported out of London and had landed in an entirely magical place, within seconds.

“Here you go, Remus,” Ahmad said, grabbing his nephew’s face in both hands and squeezing a little. Sirius caught the slow blush of red that crept up Remus’ cheeks, and thought it was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen, but looked away to avoid embarrassing him further. Instead, he slid into the booth they’d been led to, and picked up the menu to look.

Eventually, Remus was released and came to sit opposite Sirius.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Remus said, looking awkward. “Haven’t been here in a while.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” Sirius replied. “He your uncle?”

“Yeah, my dad’s brother. Good guy. Makes killer Dolma.”

“Oh yeah? You’ll have to show me,” Sirius said, looking at Remus over the top of his menu.

“I can do that,” Remus replied, eyes not leaving Sirius’ for a moment.

#spreading my agenda #middle eastern gang #lebanese remu #londoner remus #wolfstar muggle au #someone take my laptop and this app away from me pls

[tracingpatternswrites]

This has now taken over my life. Sorry not sorry. Also what do you mean 1k is not a microfic? It is. A @wolfstarmicrofic, to be precise, for the prompt digital. Read the first parts here: Swing and Mountains and Castles. 

Remus slumps down on the sofa, glass of wine in one hand and his phone in the other. Teddy was asleep, worn out after a busy week, and he finally had some precious alone time. The TV was on, showing one of the many crime shows that seemed to be on constantly, but he isn’t watching. Instead he’s scrolling on his phone. 

Remus had never been much for social media, he had never bothered with the latest technology and had it not been for Cas he’d probably still have his very first smartphone. When he and Teddy moved, however, she’d bought him a new iPhone as a moving away present. 

“We need to be able to keep in touch somehow, and I don’t trust that old brick of yours,” she’d said, her face determined, and Remus had learnt not to argue with her when she looked like that. 

Truth was, he was grateful. The phone was sleek and easy to use and, he’d discovered, the camera was amazing. He’d already taken hundreds of photos, mostly of Teddy. Teddy in front of their cottage, Teddy in his new room, Teddy and his Ma making lemonade in her kitchen, Teddy on his first day of school. Then, more frequent lately, Teddy and Harry: on the swings, on the beach, in their garden, building a fortress out of pillows, in the playground. 

And, then, also, because it simply couldn’t be helped, Sirius. Shirtless on the beach with his trunks slung low on his hips and dark shades covering grey eyes, Sirius pushing Teddy and Harry on the swings, Sirius with his head thrown back laughing at something Teddy and Harry are doing. Strictly speaking, Remus knows, slightly too many photos of someone who was supposedly only the guardian of his son’s best friend. 

He shuts the app for the photo library, a guilty sort of tug somewhere in the pit of his stomach. No, this won’t do. He cannot be lusting over Sirius fucking Black, no matter how ridiculously attractive the man is. He can’t do it to Teddy, it wasn’t fair to risk anything coming in between his friendship with Harry. He needed something else, a distraction.

He lets his finger hover for a moment over one of the dating apps that Cas had made him download (“You can’t hide forever, Rem, it’s about time you get out there again and this is perfect for you. Everyone’s using apps these days, no-one goes out to pull. It’s all digital, babe.”). He feels a twist in his stomach, these apps always made him uncomfortable. He hated the idea of faceless, nameless men looking at his photo and swiping past him. And even though Cas had helped him with the photos and his scars were barely visible in most of them, it only made him feel dishonest and he still felt just as uncomfortable all the same. 

He heaves a sigh, a frustrated sort of noise, mostly at himself. He needs to get a grip, there is no point sitting and feeling sorry for himself. He opens the app with a bit too much force, as if wanting to prove to himself how determined he is. This particular app (he can’t really tell them apart even though Cas had tried to explained the difference between them to him) seems to be focused on people somewhat nearby. 

He swipes, left and right, but his heart isn’t quite in it. The men smiling up at him from his phone all blend together after a while – muscled bodies (usually shirtless), wide smiles, suggestive poses. Climbing mountains, fishing, swimming, paddling. He’s just about to close the app again when someone familiar catches his gaze and he feels his mouth go dry. Black, sleek hair, piercing grey eyes, a crooked sort of smirk on pink lips. Fuck.

Remus’ stomach sinks. Of course Sirius Black would be on a dating app, and of course he’d look like a million pounds. Remus should swipe no, instantly, because he couldn’t swipe yes, but somehow his thumb isn’t listening to him anymore. Instead he finds himself flicking through the photos (Sirius shirtless in front of the mirror, Sirius in the woods, Sirius by the sea, Sirius on a boat, Sirius with his arm flung over someone’s shoulder, laughing at the camera). 

Remus feels something flutter in his chest. He should swipe no. He should most definitely swipe no, not yes, but also, a voice in the back of his mind (who sounds suspiciously much like Cas) tells him, what if you swipe yes and he has too, and you’ll match? If he swipes yes and Sirius swipes yes then, well, then that’s alright, isn’t it? And if Sirius swipes no (he will most definitely swipe no, because, well, because) then he would never even have known that Remus ever swiped yes and he could just forget all about this.

Remus takes a deep breath, drains what’s left of the wine, and before he can change his mind he swipes. His heart stops and he forgets to breathe and the second it takes for his phone to buzz and chime with a cheerful “It’s a MATCH!” feels like it goes on forever. Remus stomach drops out as he stares at the phone, Sirius’ face grinning up at him before it makes way for a chat window and Remus is vaguely aware that he’s in full on panic mood now. 

This is a mistake, he thinks, numbly, tossing the phone away from him. This is a terrible, terrible mistake because what is he supposed to do now? What if Sirius had only swiped yes as a laugh. Yes, that must be it. It must be a mistake. Or some sort of joke. Remus stands to make his way over to the kitchen, refilling his glass of wine. He can hear his phone ping from the other room and it almost makes the wine slosh over the edge of the glass. He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. This is ridiculous. He’s a fully grown man, a father, not some lovesick teenager. 

He returns to the sofa, gripping his phone again. He takes another couple of gulps of wine to steady himself slightly, heart hammering in his chest even if he pretends it isn’t. His thumb hovers over the little thumbnail with Sirius’ face before he takes a deep breath and opens the message.

Sirius: well hello, fancy seeing you here

#wolfstar microfic #muggle au #wolfstar muggle au #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius/remus #sirius x remus #wolfstar #sirius raising harry #remus raising teddy

[mcdynamite]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Alice Longbottom (mentioned), Frank Longbottom (mentioned), James Potter (mentioned), Regulus Black (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Muggle, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Childhood Friends, Chance Meetings, Gay Bar, Minor Original Character(s), Almost No Angst! (for once), Loss of Parent(s), (but it's Walburga and she sucks so Sirius isn't sad about it), Teacher Remus Lupin, Alcohol, mentioned jegulus, Remus being a simp for 13k words, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Tattoos, New York City, Sexual Content, Top Remus Lupin, Bottom Sirius Black, Idiots in Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hopeful Ending Summary:

“No?” the man said. “And where might this dashing fellow countryman of mine be?”

“Right here, actually,” Remus said with a lopsided grin, finally turning to face the newcomer. “I’m Re-”

He stopped halfway through his introduction to gape at the man in front of him. His pale skin was littered with tattoos – most of them black as his hair, which fell in waves that just barely touched his slim shoulders – and the grey v-neck tee he wore left little of his toned figure to the imagination. But none of these things were the primary focus of Remus’s attention. That honour would go to the man’s eyes – grey and sparkling with the vivacity of a summer storm, flecked with golds and blues if one only looked closely enough. They were eyes Remus would recognize anywhere.

Because Remus had seen them before.

OR

A chance meeting in Remus's least favorite city on Earth forces him to reckon with the fact that he may never have fallen out of love with an old friend.

Written for the @cruelsummer-ficfest 2023! Song prompt was Welcome to New York!

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar fic #harry potter #cruel summer fest #hp fest #wolfstar muggle au #wolfstar modern au #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar smut(ish) #mcdynamite writes

[overthemoon4themarauders]

Wolfstar Coffee Shop

Hey guys!! It’s been a couple years, but I’m back for good!!

Here is the updated Wolfstar Coffee Shop:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13642984/1/Wolfstar-Coffee-Shop

Summary:

Remus is a college student, and upon being late for class, he stumbles upon a small coffee shop and falls in love with the shop and the hot barista. In finding new love, he comes face to face with his past, and things go downhill.

#Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Lily Evans #James Potter #peter pettigrew #Marauders #hp marauders #marauders au #Harry Potter #wolfstar #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar muggle au #james x lily #jily fanfiction #jily #remus x sirius #Sirius x Remus #coffeeshop #jily muggle au

[made-this-cause-why-not]

Lily and James were pregnant with Harry when they were 19/20 so if your muggle/college AU doesn't have Lily freaking the fuck out between lectures, James asking his dad for a bigger allowance because now he has to buy more than redbulls, microwavable meals and alcohol, OR Sirius and Remus watching harry run around the quad while Lily takes a final and James is at wrestling/rugby/any sport practice, I don't want it. Bonus points if Alice "out of college and married, thus making her a 'responsible adult' in Lily's eyes despite being 23 and tired" Longbottom babysits Harry and forces him and Neville to be friends. Bonus Bonus points if Harry is born during Marlene and Dorcas's semester abroad, and when they come back and watch harry, everyone thinks they had a baby.

#mauraders era #jily #wolfstar #dorlene #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #alice fortescue #frank longbottom #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #harry potter #neville longbottom #college au #muggle au #let kids those kids freak out

[groupielove21]

Sirius and Regulus talking about their family

#marauders #wolfstar #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #sirius black #the marauders #regulus black #sirius and regulus #sirius being sirius #regulus and sirius #regulus kinnie #regulus being a little shit #regulus being regulus #jegulus #regulus x james #the black brothers #the most noble and ancient house of black #the noble and most ancient house of black #hogwarts #marauders era #muggle au #muggle things #the black family

[ziglikesrain]

at the end of the day i feel bad for harry potter fans. they’re so limited to one ERA and characters that have already had seven books written about them.

where’s the fun in that?! too much canon, too many straight people, where’s the fun?!

they’ll never know true happiness until they go to the dark side. we have all the fun over here

#marauders era #wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #remus x sirius #jegulus #marauders #fanfiction #james potter #regulus black #regulus x james #golden trio era #harry potter fans????? #how?! #it’s BEEN DONE BEFORE #yada yada dramione enemies to lovers fic #WHO CARES. #not me #give me that soulmates muggle au olympic skating rivals wolfstar au with background jegulus #thats what i want #THATS what i need

[lovingremus]

“It’s my turn to choose today.”

“What?” Sirius crashed down next to Remus on the sofa, setting down a bowl of crisps between them. “Excuse me? I must be hearing things. You got to choose last time. We watched three hours of period dramas. I’d know ‘cause I’m still recovering from it.”

“It has been your turn after that,” Remus said. He turned his head, grabbing the throw pillows beside him one by one, peeking under them. He stuck his hand deep between the cushions. His eyes searched the messy coffee table in front of them. “Where’s the remote?”

“We haven’t watched anything together since that. It’s been way too busy.”

Movie nights in the Black-Lupin household were an unbreakable tradition. It had been their number one go-to date activity since they had first gotten together – introducing the other to their favourites, finding new common interests, talking through the events afterwards.

Even now, after several years and moving together, they had made a promise to always try and build their schedule around at least one free night a week to spend time with each other, starting with dinner and continuing with a movie or a show they were taking turns to choose. Usually, they managed this very well, but sometimes, with Sirius’ night shifts and Remus’ early mornings, it was difficult to hold on to their plan.

The past couple of weeks had been like that. Now they were both facing a weekend off work.

And it had been almost two weeks since the last time they had done this, yes, but Sirius could have sworn it was Remus who had gotten to pick that night. They had always taken the arrangement very seriously. Maybe a bit too seriously, considering it was supposed to help them avoid pointless bickering, not be the cause of it.

Remus just shook his head. “I’m sure we watched something after that. The remote, Sirius?”

“I don’t know where it is. You were watching the news this morning, you should know.”

“I know you’ve hidden it.” Remus pulled his hand free, wiping it to his shorts. Sirius shrugged, stuffing a handful of crisps in his mouth.

“I will help you look for it as soon as you admit it’s my turn to choose what to watch.”

“I will not, because you did it last time,” Remus said. “Also, you always take like half an hour to choose and then you end up turning off Netflix and make us watch some cringe reality crap.”

Sirius smirked. “Aw, you’re hooked on them, don’t pretend.”

Remus carried on, ignoring him. “I’d already know what series we could start if you just let me.”

“What, Moony Lupin? Teen Wolf?”

“Ha ha. Fuck off.”

“Alright, we can watch that. It’s good for anyone to see themselves represented on screen.” Sirius stuck his hand under his shirt and pulled out the remote. Remus gaped at him, eyes widening.

“I knew it! You’re a bastard.”

Sirius snorted, the sound turning into a yelp midway as Remus launched at him, knocking the crisp bowl on the floor, fisting the front of Sirius’ shirt. They play-wrestled on the soda, Sirius reaching his arm far behind his head and kicking to keep Remus away. He tried to aim the remote in the right direction to turn the television on, open Netflix and find the right show all while keeping Remus from crawling on top of him. He got as far as typing the T in the search bar when he lost his focus for a split second and Remus got past his swinging legs, and pinned him down. Sirius laughed, and Remus laughed, and crisps were crumbling under their weight.

“Give me the remote,” Remus said, his voice soft. He was out of breath, but still smiling victoriously. Sirius tilted his head.

“Admit it’s my turn.”

“It’s not your turn.”

“Over my dead body, then.”

“Hmm.” Remus dived down, pressing his lips on Sirius’, kissing him deeply and in Sirius’ opinion, ending it way too soon. “Give it, or I won’t kiss you again the whole weekend.”

Sirius frowned. “Blackmailing? That’s cruel, man.”

“It’s cruel to gaslight me about it not being my turn, man.”

“It really isn’t, though.”

“Alright, fine.” Remus pushed himself up, leaving Sirius lay there stunned, and sat back in his place at the other end of the sofa. “We will watch what you want. Go on.”

Sirius blew hair from his face, sitting up and leaning his back against the armrest. Remus blinked his dark eyes at him, expectantly, endearingly, and after a moment Sirius sighed and tossed the remote at Remus. “Happy?”

“Over your dead body, huh?” Remus grinned, taking it and pointing it at the tv. Sirius crossed his arms.

“It would kill me if you didn’t kiss me again.”

“Adorable.” Remus flicked through the categories, never choosing any of them. “So, do you have suggestions? I think we could compromise tonight.”

“I thought you said you already knew what you wanted to watch.”

Remus reached his arm, closing it around Sirius’, tugging him until he let in and moved to sit right next to him, their shoulders pressed together. Remus kissed Sirius’ temple. “I lied, baby. We’ve been together for six years. You should know I’d do anything for the remote control rights.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, muttering a protest, but he knew it was true. It had been one of the reasons they’d set the rule in the first place, to stop either of them from hogging the power the remote holds all to themselves. But he knew Remus was stubborn enough to do anything to win even a playful fight, and Sirius wasn’t ready to risk losing a weekend worth of kisses.

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #marauders #wolfstar muggle au

[muchmoreclever]

i hate when i finish all my writing projects because then the 100 other ideas i have for fics fight for my attention and i have a mental breakdown.

anyway just started writing a new conman wolfstar au 🤭🤭

#conman remus has my heart #and sirius’ #james potter #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #dorlene #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauders imagine #marlene mckinnon #modern wolfstar au #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic rec #wolfstar muggle au #wolfstar crime au

[lunarparacosm]

remus in his chaos era

#bro is literally me #literally me #i drive #anyways #here’s some tags #remus lupin #remus lupin head canon #wolfstar #fanart #marauders #muggle au #gay #etc

[mskteer]

It gets crowded in Lily's room

they're going out!!

#muggle au #marauders fandom #marauders fanart #marauders era #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary mcdonald #sirius black #wolfstar #dorlene #marauders muggle au #70s #art #artists on tumblr #mary fanart #sirius fanart #lily fanart #marlene fanart #fanart

[tracingpatternswrites]

I really need to go to bed now because I’m back at work with actual stuff to do but I might have word vomited 7.5k worth of that muggle au and made a rough outline of a six chapter story so…stay tuned, I guess?

#wolfstar muggle au #I really need a name for this fic #I’m so bad at titles though #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius raising harry #remus raising teddy #pining #idiots in love