Baby Rem

The black and white 🦢

kinda dissapointed on this one but it's my first time drawing both, yep.

last line tag!

post the last line of whatever you’re working on right now. thanks @rae-lune for the tag! loved your last lines <3

This is from Love on the Fly ch 4!

Remus is just too worked up to think of anything to say.

np tagging: @brandileigh2003 @firesandfamily @madefortherain @goldenprophetwrites

remus lupin with social anxiety who everytime his friends talk to someone else he just stands there like 🧍‍♂️

Happy birthday Moony! 🌙 (Sorry I’m a bit late)

Operation - @wolfstarmicrofic - wc: 254 - Trans!Remus

Sirius sighs in relief when Remus’s eyes flutter open. Not that he has any reason to feel anxious anymore. It’s been over a week since the operation, and Remus’s doctor assured them, quite insistently, at his follow-up appointment that everything is healing normally and that Remus should be back to his normal energy levels soon. Still, surgery is a big deal, and he knows how important this one is to Remus. If something goes wrong—well, Remus doesn’t like it when Sirius thinks that way, so he tries his best not to.

“Good morning, love,” Sirius whispers, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at his boyfriend. Just as he had done every morning since the surgery, Remus lifts a hand to his chest, as if double-checking that it’s flat. And then he smiles in relief, just as he does every morning. “Don’t worry,” Sirius teases. “You’re still breast free.”

Remus rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling brightly.

“Here.” Sirius reaches over to the side table where he keeps a bottle of water and Remus’s pain medication. “You must be sore. Go on, drink up, and I’ll start breakfast. I’ll give you a bath and tend to your battle wounds after you eat, how does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful.” Remus’s smile transforms into something softer, something that’s just for Sirius. “But you have to stop calling my top surgery scars ‘battle wounds.’”

“No can do, Moons.” He ruffles Remus’s hair playfully as he climbs out of bed. “No can do.”

“You were my little bit of magic.”

working on my next fic…it’s going well i think :D

shoutout to @madefortherain for lurking on my doc <3

um excuse me what the FUCK oh my god????? 😭😭

Sirius who is back at The Ancient and Noble House of Black after his 4th year at Hogwarts, rummaging around at the extensive family library for more information about Werewolves to be more aware of his best friend (ahem unofficial love of his life ahem)'s "condition", when he comes across a book, almost 350 pages by how thick it was.

“Experimented to the Bone: Field-Tested Methods to Cripple a Werewolf During and Beyond the Full Moon”

He winced at the title, that was definitely not what he wanted to learn but as he moved to place it back in the shelf, he came across a familiar name.

"By Lyall Lupin"

Sirius paused, because surely not. It surely could not be the same Lyall Lupin, who was Remus's father. But Lupin was not a common name, nor was Lyall. Fuck.

He opened to the first page, to view the year it was published.

"1969"

That was after Remus was born. Like him, he was born in 1960. Every second after he picked the book from the shelf, Sirius fought back bile coming up his throat.

Authors note

As someone who has worked in the "Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures" department of the Ministry of Magic, it has been my great pleasure to write and publish this book myself. For years, Werewolves have been a prime obsession of mine. I've been studying ways and techniques on how to weaken them and then, by Merlin's grace, I was granted an opportunity to study them closely every day, in and out of a full moon for 4 years. And to whomever it may concern, this book is my greatest creation.

As To the viewers' discretion, please be aware. These methods have been experimented on a much weaker Werewolf. The doses and measurements given in the book can be adjusted to higher doses based on the size and age of the creature.

Taking harsh breaths he quickly flips through the book, catching small sentences

"Sew Silver threads along their clothes"

"Stir wolfsbane in their water and let sit"

"Sprinkle small doses of wolfsbane in their food to keep them weak throughout the day"

"When locked in, the creature harms itself during a full moon, be reminded to use cages and shackles made from Silver instead of regular Iron"

The book dropped to the floor. And Sirius heaved on the library floor, much to the dismay of Kreacher who appeared instantly to clean it and then disappeared.

He couldn't breathe, he cried, and he stayed there, almost paralyzed for hours before Regulus came looking for him who took a look at the title and the first page before he dropped down next to his brother to pull him to his chest.

And then Sirius couldn't seem to stop moving his mouth between his cries. Things along the lines of, "His own father" or "He never told us" or "Does he even know?", "Why is he dead, i wanna kill him", "1969 Reggie, he was a child", "I knew he despised his dad, never knew why......i wish i didn't know"

And what was Regulus to do except weep with his brother.

Spoiler of my next drawing cause I am busy and I am not gonna be able to finish it this week 😮‍💨

Can you guess which scene represents?

I think a lot of what makes fanfiction so magical is writers taking the time to explore tiny elements that were imagined into existence in the source material and then abandoned. It's the deep dive into that t-shirt, the forgotten gift, the nickname, the spare key, the anger they swallowed down, the trauma they supressed, the love they denied, the story that wasn't mainstream enough to make it. It's the little things getting their moment to shine and I fucking love that and I will fight for it always.