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[beachylupin]

American Woman || Remus Lupin x American!Fem!Reader

jesus christ. i'm so sorry that it's taken me almost a month to update this story. i think i got very overwhelmed with posting all of it, and the whole entire thing just so happens to be like... 10k words and i frankly don't have time to go through and edit all of that right now. good for more parts, right? also SLOW BURN? please tell me that one of you picks up on it. pls. i wish i could promise that the next part won't be so long away, but i genuinely can't promise anything </3 as always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 part 1 here, mb here word count: 3.4k warnings: this isn't necessarily happy, kind of stressful, a wee graphic (?), maybe like two swear words, quickly edited, i'm sorry

The Eldritch Manor had one bedroom with a double bed in the center of it and two dressers. Remus, who had already claimed one of the dressers, had given the bed to you since you were the “guest” in the safe house, but you had every intention of switching with him after his change in a week.

All the things the change did to a body was devastating, and you knew the small leather sofa wasn’t going to do any good for him or his already aching limbs.

Remus wasn’t young for his age. He was turning nineteen in a few months, but his body aged quicker due to the trauma it was put through every month, making his body at least thirty-five. He had a cane propped up against the wall near the front door that he hadn’t used yet, multiple first aid kits stacked under the bathroom sink, and cabinets full of prescription grade no-maj pain-killers, given to him out of love by his no-maj born friend.

He knew his body was much older than yours, and yet, he crammed himself onto the tiny, two-seater sofa in front of the fireplace the first night happily, telling you to sleep well.

You woke in the chilly bedroom and dressed casually: jeans and a thick, navy blue knit sweater. You paired it with wool socks, happy you had thought ahead and brought warm clothes. 

The Manor was drafty, as you learned last night when you nearly froze yourself to sleep once you shut the bedroom door.

You poked your head out of the bedroom, seeing Remus still asleep on the couch, an open book laying on the ground next to him. His scarred face this peaceful was a comforting sight. Your heart clenched as he shifted, knowing this would most likely be his last good sleep for a week and a half, the moon getting fuller and fuller every night.

Remus looked so young; much younger than he had looked last night in the light of the fire. His lanky legs were curled up under him, sure to crack when he woke up and stretched. His cheek was squished against the arm, soft puffs of air blowing through his lips.

It had been a late night discussing both of your lives, mugs of tea warming your hands as you sat in the recliner across from Remus on the couch.

Remus had grown up in Wales under the protective shadow of his mother and father, Lyall and Hope. Hope was a muggle homemaker, and Lyall worked for the Ministry’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Since this department was so broad, it was very mismanaged, and the werewolf registry had gone unnoticed for a long time.

Fenrir Greyback was brought in for questioning after two muggle children were killed, their bodies showing signs of a werewolf attack. Greyback wasn’t registered, but Lyall recognized all the signs he showed, claiming that he was, indeed, a werewolf.

“Soulless!” Lyall had yelled during that hearing. “Evil, wretched creatures! They deserve nothing but suffering and death!”

He was then thrown from the hearing, ultimately sealing his son’s fate as Greyback was released that same day.

Greyback broke and entered into their home, turning Remus shortly before his fifth birthday, changing Lyall’s views on lycanthropy forever.

The Lupin’s became nomads, moving from small village to small village, trying to contain their child’s behavior by keeping him as a recluse. He had a loving home, but had never known friends before Hogwarts.

You, on the other hand, grew up in New York, in a small town near Lake Placid. Your upbringing was fairly normal. Your muggle father worked as a carpenter, whereas your mom worked for the Wizarding Resources Department for the Magical Congress of the United States in New York City. She was gone from the time you woke up until shortly after you went to bed most days.

Because of that, it was mainly you and your father, who treated you like you were made of solid gold. He was a fantastic chef, an amazing storyteller, and the reason why you were able to be independent in your young adult life, giving you the courage to stand on your own two feet.

Since your town was surrounded by woods, it was unsafe to go out at night in fear that the creatures of the forest would take you away.

You were nine when the howling you often heard far out in the forest came closer. They were outside in the streets of your town. In the homes of your neighbors. 

What was to become of your friends? The girl down the street that invited you to her sixth birthday party? The boy you sat next to in second grade? The woman who handed out full-sized candy bars on Halloween?

Their homes were being ravaged by monsters.

Screams followed the howls, and the two of you did as you were supposed to: you hid under your bed until the streets got quiet again, and your muggle father, only armed with a shotgun, sat by the front door in wait.

Your house, miraculously, was untouched.

When the howls stopped, and the screams turned to cries, you crawled out from under your bed, finding your father horror-struck by the picture window, staring out at the carnage.

You couldn’t help but peek, seeing your neighbor boy, Lukas, writhing on the tar, his mother wailing as she tried to cover his exposed insides. He was your friend. The boy who taught you how to play ball.

How could they? Your little brain screamed. What kind of monster could do that? He was a child!

Your father pulled you away from the window, his eyes wide as he knelt down to look at you.

“Don’t blame the wolves, sweetheart,” he said, his voice grave. “Nobody has ever shown them kindness. They don’t know any better.”

You tiptoed to the kitchen, bringing your small suitcase, to begin brewing your first batch of wolfsbane for him.

You set up on the kitchen table and began carefully brewing the potion. Sure, it was difficult, but you could do it with your eyes closed at this point.

“Wolfsbane, betony, and a drop of dittany,” you mumbled to yourself, dropping it all in a cauldron before adding some water. You let it steep over the stove top, taking a peek back into the living room.

Remus was still asleep, mouth now open as his feet hung up and over the armrest. The blanket had fallen off of him at some point, leaving him in flannel bottoms and a plain, white t-shirt. How was he not freezing?

You checked your watch. You had about a minute before you needed to stir the potion and add bat spleen powder and another drop of dittany. Surely, you could put the blanket back over him.

Or would that be too presumptuous? That’s something a friend would do, right? Or a lover, for that matter. Was Remus even your friend? He could be even though you just met. He gave up the bed for you, and the two of you had spilled your life stories to one another. Surely, that meant something.

You shook your head at the thought, turning back to the burner to continue the potion.

Remus woke up near the end of your process, letting out a loud yawn as he stretched and sat up.

He saw you standing in the doorway of the kitchen, calling out, “You chilly? I can start another fire.”

You glanced over your shoulder, noticing him staring at you from the couch, his hair mused from sleep. Your cheeks started to burn as you looked back at the potion.

“If you want to, sure,” you said, eyes on the potion. “Otherwise, this is almost done, then I can do it.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he got up with a groan, taking a squat near the fireplace.

Your brain screamed as your cheeks continued to burn. Remus was a very handsome guy, but you weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, except maybe bad for his situation.

But he was kind, and you could tell he was the most gentle out of all of his friends you met last night. He seemed to care.

If you were going to feel anything for anyone in England, it was always going to be him.

A blue plume of smoke caught your attention. You pulled the small cauldron off the burner and strained it into a mug.

You turned around, watching Remus light the fire and take a seat on the couch, his brown eyes locking to yours as you entered the room.

You handed him the freshly brewed potion, taking a seat at his feet. “Drink up while it’s still warm,” you said, urging the mug to his lips. “It isn’t as bad when it’s warm.”

Remus’ nose crinkled. “You don’t understand how terrible it tastes.”

“I’ve tried it,” you said. “Just drink it, and I’ll make you some green tea.”

He sighed, throwing you a glare before downing the potion and holding back a gag. He thrusted the mug into your hands, his palms meeting his forehead as he groaned.

“See? Not as bad warm,” you teased, reaching out to pat his knee.

Remus shook his head. “‘S just as bad.”

“‘M sorry,” you cooed. “How do you want your tea?”

“Plain,” he muttered, his palms finally leaving his forehead. “Not green. Earl grey if possible.”

“Fresh out,” you said, having just thrown away the box last night. He groaned.  “Do you want coffee instead?”

“Black?” He asked, perking up.

“I can do that,” you said. “You should get dressed. ‘M assuming we’ll be getting guests soon.”

He nodded and shuffled off into the bedroom while you walked back into the kitchen.

You heard a door open behind your back. Assuming it was Remus who might’ve forgotten something, you didn’t turn around, not wanting to seem like you were checking on him.

“Where’s that lass?” A bassy man shouted from the front door. “That American woman?!”

You almost screamed, peeking out from the kitchen.

The man standing at the door was a marvel. Despite his low and loud voice, he stood stout at just five and a half feet, he looked miniscule compared to the large man that barged in next to him..

Remus poked his head out of the bedroom, looking at you in the kitchen doorway, eyebrows furrowed.

As if he could sense your silent confusion, the short man laughed loudly. “I’m Demolcles Belby! I’m told you’re Bane,” he said then looked at Remus. “You must be Moony then?”

Remus smiled tightly and nodded once at the short man, glancing back at you before disappearing behind the bedroom door again, closing it.

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you nervously wiped your hands on your dark jeans as you crossed the small house.

“Hi, Mr. Belby,” you gushed, extending your hand toward him as you introduced yourself. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Ah, someone who shares my passion?” He said, his grip tight on your hand. “The pleasure is all mine!”

“They sent you? You’re Bane?!” The other man, who you assumed to be Mr. Moody from his gruff hmph, barked. “You’re just a kid!”

You stood straighter, taking the familiar insult with narrowed eyes. “You must be Mr. Moody? The one who wanted me to disapparate across the ocean?” You asked, extending your hand to him. “I’d like to think that I’m more than just a kid.”

Remus came back into the living room as Moody snubbed your hand. He was dressed in a dark green button up and jeans, staring at your extended hand, eyebrows furrowed.

“She’s much more than a kid, Alastor!” Belby shouted back, taking your hand into his. “She jus’ so happens to be the Congress’s most innovative potioneer! Why, you’re lookin’ at the lass who tried figurin’ out a way to produce wolfsbane potions at mass market value.”

Remus looked between you and the man before wandering into the kitchen for his promised cup of coffee.

“That’s expensive,” Moody scoffed, briefly glancing at Remus leaving before returning his attention to you. “You’d never be able to afford the resources without making it cost thousands of galleons.”

“Well, when you have a greenhouse filled with the most important ingredient, and almost everything else is locally sourced, it becomes a lot less expensive,” you said, a small smirk playing on your lips as he grumbled under his breath. “My only issue is preservation. Simply jarred? It spoils during the new moon. Canned? Possible since it won’t spoil, but not ideal… The taste is still there. Pill form? Now-”

“A wolfsbane pill?” Remus piped in, now standing next to Moody, a warm mug in his hands. “That’s genius.”

“I’d like to think it’s possible,” you said, your cheeks turning pink. “I just have to find out a way to turn the potion to powder and-”

“That’s not what you’re here for,” Moody cut you off, crossing his arms.

You shut your mouth, teeth grinding as you tightened your jaw. “I know that,” you quipped, standing straighter.

“All work and no play. Isn’t that, Bane?” Belby chuckled, slapping your back. “We should probably get crackin’, now shouldn’t we?”

You threw him a tight smile, nodding before looking at Remus, who was already staring.

“We-” Moody said, his attention turning to Remus. “-have our own matters to attend to.”

Remus nodded once, clearing his throat. “Right,” he mumbled, glancing back at you. “Good luck.”

You smiled slightly, mumbling, “Thanks, you too.”

That’s how the rest of the week continued. Moody would angrily drop Belby off so that the two of you could continue your work while Remus disappeared with him, wishing you well on his way out the door.

Belby wasn’t horrible to work with. Rather, he was a joy, just a bit too loud for your liking. Sure, he had a lot of interesting stories, and you genuinely learned a lot from him when he wasn’t shouting about his brother’s kid, but when someone shouts around you for eight hours a day, it starts to become grating. 

Especially when trying to figure out a way to turn a liquid to a vapor while exploding at the same time.

You took many bathroom breaks just to get some peace and quiet, staring at yourself in the mirror and asking yourself if you had done the right thing in coming here.

Remus would always come back in the evening, usually having just eaten at the pub with his friends. His spirits seemed to be high every time he reappeared for the night, happy to be home even if you didn’t talk to him very much.

He’d quietly sit on the couch after stoking the fire and fixing himself a drink, his nose in one of the many books strewn along the floor. He’d always place a glass of water next to you as he passed, his scarred hand gently squeezing your shoulder.

You frankly had little time to eat or talk, your forehead in your hands as you stared at the papers in front of you. The now daily migraine thumped against your skull as you read and reread and reread the papers in front of you.

How on Earth were you going to craft a bomb? The whole project felt like a bite that was just too big to chew. You weren’t Oppenheimer.

“Hiya,” Remus cooed as soon as the front door opened on the evening of the full moon, smiling as he saw the back of your head tipped down over your makeshift desk by the fireplace, fingers on your temples. “Alright?”

You lifted your head, glancing over your shoulder to see him toeing off his shoes. “Sure,” you said, looking back at the papers. “How’s it going with you?”

Remus hummed in response, bringing a chair over to sit next to you. “Oh, you know,” he said, peeking over your shoulder with a small, lopsided smile. He smelled like whiskey, sour and sweet. “‘M just dandy.”

You checked your watch, looking at the low sun outside of the window. “Should probably make your potion,” you mumbled, your head in your hands again.

“‘S alright. I’ve got an hour,” he said absently, narrowing his eyes at the paper. “Have anything figured out yet?”

You dropped your hands from your shaking head, pushing yourself away from the desk. “I’m essentially trying to make mustard gas.” You got up, stretching out. “Pretty hard when it needs to be done now.”

“Who gave you that timeline?” Remus hummed, following you into the kitchen.

“Who do you think?” You asked, deadpan.

Remus snorted quietly. “You don’t like him, do you?”

You shot him a look. “Does anyone?”

“He’s not all bad,” he said, sitting at the table near the stove. “Just very… serious. Thinks he’s saving people, but in a way, he kind of is.” You shook your head, feeling his eyes on you as you filled the cauldron. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?” You asked, trying desperately to ignore the honeyed way he was looking at you from his seat, your heart beginning to feel sticky from it.

Remus shrugged, sitting straighter. “Making me the potion every day… Being here.”

You glanced at him, catching him confidently staring before turning your back on him as you reached for ingredients, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. “Would you be alone otherwise?”

“I haven’t been alone for a transformation since I was fourteen,” he said quietly, finally averting his eyes as you busied yourself with the cauldron.

“Oh?” You asked, your turn to stare at the side of his head now. “Do you go to a pack, or-”

Remus smiled to himself, shaking his head. “James, Sirius, and Peter are animagi.”

“And they’d join you?” You asked, looking back at the boiling pot. “Rather brave-”

“Well, outside of the cage, yeah,” he mumbled, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face again as your eyebrows quirked up in thought. “You’re not allowed downstairs tonight,” he said seriously.

You added the wolfsbane, catching his stern stare. “I’ve had my fair share of being face to face with a wolf before-”

“No,” he cut you off, his gaze hardening. “You’re not coming downstairs, alright? I’ll be fine.”

“Remus-”

“Promise me that you’ll stay upstairs.” His hand was on yours suddenly, squeezing, his eyes pleading.

You looked at your hands, heat burning in your ears. “I’ll stay upstairs,” you mumbled, your response making him squeeze your hand harder.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, dropping your hand.

A lull fell over the two of you as you waited for the potion to finish, checking your watch again. Moonrise was in half an hour, and he had to be downstairs before then. The potion should finish in time, but he should’ve drank it an hour ago for him to be asleep in time of his transition. You added an extra drop of dittany and a bit of wormwood, stirring it again in hopes that it would be fine.

The potion plumed blue smoke, and you strained it, handing him the mug. “Bottoms up.”

He drank it, his nose hardly scrunching before he checked his watch, standing. “Lock the door behind me?”

You nodded reluctantly, tailing him to the basement door. He started his descent to the cage in the cold, brick basement.

“Good luck,” you said from the top of the stairs.

He glanced over his shoulder, smiling tightly. “Sleep well, Bane.”

Locking the basement door was hard, almost as hard as hearing Remus lock himself in the cage, the keys hitting the bottom step with a dull thud as he threw them from the cage.

You hoped the potion would kick in at the right time, rendering the wolf tired enough to just fall asleep before any damage could be done.

You hurried to the bedroom, dragging your blanket and pillow into the living room and trading it for Remus’ things. He’d have no choice but to sleep in the bedroom.

You sat on the couch, your bed for the next week, waiting.

Waiting for a noise. 

A feeling. 

Anything.

A low howl started from the basement, filling the house. Your heart sank. It didn’t kick in in time.

Another howl, this time, it sounded like a wail, rang through, followed by another, and another.

Was he crying? The wolf was crying.

You left Remus to suffer alone in a basement for the first time in five years.

You stood, pacing, as the cries turned to growls. You grabbed the keys and went to the basement door, standing in front of it. He made you promise to stay upstairs.

You couldn’t break that promise, even if he was alone.

You didn’t dare cross him twice.

Your eyes filled with tears as something crashed against the steps, another howl coming from the basement. Sinking against the door, you closed your eyes, your face in your hands.

If you couldn’t even get a potion that you’ve been making for years right for someone who hated what they were, why would you think you could try to help a whole group of ferals who enjoyed it?

Fuck.

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

You recently did an ask about an angsty mpreg fic...I love the concept. Could ylu possibly recommend some more like that?🥺

AND

Anon asked: any fics where stiles is pregnant and unfortunately gave birth by himself? i love mpreg angst  

Hi anon. @kevaaronday made this list!

baby of mine by suddenlyatiger (35/35 | 78,402 | Mature | Sterek) "It's not a joke," Stiles says. He looks at Derek, brown eyes wide and worried. "I need your help."

"By marrying you?" Derek asks.

"Yes," Stiles says.

My Liberation Has A Name by SilkO (12/12 | 66,380 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles is a prince under the Argent clan, the king, Gerard Argent had killed Stiles's clan years before taking Stiles as his own due to the omega being born a spark. The Argents had used Stiles's spark against the people. Killing many while using Stiles's name for the murders.

Years after Stiles was taken and imprisoned in the Argents castle Derek's clan gets massacred. Peter, filled with anger and vengeance trained Derek to go and kill Stiles, the witch of the Argent clan and avenge their family.

Derek goes and as he meets Stiles his reasoning falls, only leaving behind Derek's emotions, something he thought had died years ago.

if it’s meant to be, it’ll be by DeancebraArt & EvanesDust (4/4 | 27,560 | Explicit | Sterek)

Following a chance encounter with an irresistible and alluring omega, Derek wakes up in bed alone, with no way to contact the man he met the night before. Over the course of the next year, Derek finds himself wondering: how can he miss someone he doesn’t even know? And, more importantly, how can he find him again?

After a one-night stand with a mysterious alpha werewolf leaves Stiles pregnant, he resigns himself to raising his child as a single parent. It’s not until the man he’s been pining over for the last year shows up at his doorstep, does he realize there might actually be something more complicated than raising a child on his own: love.

Mama Please by Parkkrys (1/1 | 20,699 | Mature | Sterek) Claudia gave up hunting to marry Noah and so far no regrets. Yes, it irks her that Noah is friends with the Hales, but she had been able to put it to the side. 

Now after having twins, she struggles with watching lil Stiles and Derek grow closer, and now at the age of eighteen Derek reveals that Stiles is his mate. Something in her snaps and she leaves to the Argents for help. She wasn't expecting her lil boy to be a spark though.

Now years later, she knows her baby boy is married to Derek and she is determined to set him free no matter the cause.

Make Your Own (Buns in the Oven) by nezstorm (1/1 | 11,250 | Teen | Steter) Stiles opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out as he feels tears welling up again. He takes a deep, shaky breath, exhales slowly to calm himself enough to do this.

Peter waits, brows furrowed in worry as he watches Stiles.

“I think I’m pregnant,” he finally says, “And I don’t know what to do.”

--

Or the one where Stiles is a human incubator and Peter is not the baby daddy (until he is).

Virgin by KiraH69 (4/4 | 10,073 | Explicit | Steter) Stiles is a virgin, unmated and pregnant omega. That doesn’t make sense. Nobody believes it and things just get harder and harder.

Newborn by Anonymous (1/1 | 4,514 | Mature | Steter) Pregnant Stiles nearly pays the ultimate price for a disastrous rideshare experience.

Aka: Stiles, pregnant with Peter's baby, gets attacked by a bad driver with a gun. Do Not Read if you don't wanna see a pregnant twink get whumped in the backseat, oh ho ho.

Spoiler note: Stiles and baby are stable and recovering. The baby registry is on the Toys 'R Us website if you want to send them love.

infinitely undefined by nezstorm (9/9 | 3,999 | Teen | Steter) Stiles misses him sometimes. In the odd moments between reality and sleep.

--

Or the one where Stiles and Peter make a baby, but Peter is a chicken shit.

This Wasn't Supposed to Happen by Parkkrys (1/1 | 3,996 | Gen | Sterek) Stiles didn’t hide this on purpose, there just wasn’t a good time to tell him. Doing this friends with benefits thing with an alpha werewolf maybe wasn’t the best idea but how could he ever say no to Derek? 

Sure, he had feelings for the man, and this could only end in heartbreak because hey, who would be interested in a long time thing with him of all people? He knew how annoying he could be. He wasn’t even sure how his dad had put up with him all these years. 

But this has gone on for far too long, the scent blocker and the bracelet that he has been wearing for the past month could only do so much from hiding his not so little secret.

A Way Out by OnTheGround2012 (1/1 | 1,587 | Teen | Stackson) After finding out that he's pregnant, Stiles goes to see Jackson to fix it but things don't go as smoothly as he hoped. This is how their encounter ends.

Mpreg!derek

Expiration Dates by KaliopeShipsIt (22/22 | 226,825 | Mature | Sterek) When 13-year old orphaned Derek Hale tests positive as a male carrier, his newly appointed guardian and uncle Peter uses his influence to make the test result go away, aware that in their deeply carrier-phobic society his nephew’s status could prove to be the downfall of the family company.

16 years later Derek is pressured into firing eight months-pregnant Danny Mahealani, creating a publicity scandal that, as the Equal Rights for Carriers movement gains more and more ground, results in an unprecedented media outrage targeted towards Hale & Argent Publishers. 

A very reluctant Derek finds himself forced into defending his company’s prejudiced views on national television, facing off in heated debates against Stiles Stilinski, a guy he happened to have a one-night stand with months ago and has been pining over ever since. Stiles is a disgruntled former Hale & Argent employee, a staunch supporter of the ERC movement, he hates everything Derek stands for … and, courtesy of an expired condom, he’s also, unknowingly, the father of the child Derek wasn’t even aware he could carry in the first place.

Turning the Page by KaliopeShipsIt (26/26 | 128,387 | Mature | Sterek) After being widowed and left to raise three children on his own at the age of 21, Derek Hale-Krasikeva did not expect to ever find happiness again. 

He also definitely did not expect to meet the love of the second half of his life in a grad student attending the same university as his undergrad kids.

When You’re Not Expecting by KattsEyeDemon & seekeronthepath (9/9 | 49,863 | Explicit | Sterek) Derek and Stiles weren't planning on kids yet. Stiles hadn't even known biological kids were an option. But when the unexpected happens, Derek grabs onto the chance for a larger family with both hands, and everyone else is along for the ride

Derek Hale’s Baby by KaliopeShipsIt (4/4 | 38,741 | Mature | Sterek) On the last night of his vacation in Paris, Derek has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger. When he boards his plane back home twelve hours later, Derek's cute seat neighbor Stiles almost lets a backpack fall on Derek's head and Derek has no choice but fall for him. 

Ten weeks later, Derek has never been this happy, he's never been this in love - and he's never been this pregnant and with no clue who the baby daddy is. 

Also, he's secretly a werewolf. No Vacancy by KaliopeShipsIt (4/4 | 34,964 | Mature | Sterek) "29-Year Old Omega (muscular/scruffy/perpetual sourface) Seeking for Alpha-Baby-Daddy. Might or might not be named Stiles"

Derek is an unusually muscular Omega with irregular heats and dumb luck.

Stiles is an unusually polite Alpha who forgets to leave his number.

Laura is a furious Alpha who wants to wear Stiles' balls on a golden chain.

Cora is a pragmatic Alpha who composes Craigslist ads.

... aka, my first A/B/O-Fic

Edit: This work is now a trilogy

The Beginning of Our Wolfy Family by modestfuckup (6/6 | 20,699 | Teen | Sterek) “Stiles, I’m pregnant.” Derek blurted out.

Stiles jaw was open, an eyebrow arched, “No, not possible. I know I may have slept through freshman health, but I know for a fact that men cannot carry babies. Nice one Der. What did Deaton say?” 

or the one where Stiles and Derek find out they are having a baby.

A Day in June by KaliopeShipsIt (1/1 | 13,061 | Not Rated | Sterek) Derek is happily married, a proud papa of three children, and financially comfortable. 

He's also pregnant for the fourth time and doesn't want to be.

Bump in the Night by KaliopeShipsIt (1/1 | 3,600 | Mature | Sterek) The one where Derek's pregnant belly is a lot bigger in the evenings than in the mornings and Stiles mopes because he volunteered to work the nightshift for a month and thinks their unborn daughter is trying to be the next Houdini.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mpreg #pregnant!stiles #anon

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Resources for parenting a werewolf

With the compliments of the Lunar Foundation: social work for the wolfish.

Becoming a parent or caregiving packmate to your first werewolf child is always a steep learning curve. Whether you are a werewolf yourself or not, and regardless the age of the child, parenting a lupine shapeshifter comes with challenges you will probably not encounter anywhere else. The Lunar Foundation has various resources available that you can access at any time:

► Find healthcare with a paw print of approval. Access our website noneedtohowlalone.com for a full registry of (health)care professionals who have the appropriate specialization to treat werewolves. This includes physical therapists, chiropractors, osteopaths and masseurs that specialize in working with shapeshifters to handle the physical strain of (involuntary) transformations.

► Our “Who’s a good baby?” parenting package. For parents to the littlest pups. Includes some basic (were)wolf biology, a list of transformation-safe clothing, education on food and nutrition, and information on shapeshifter-safe childcare.

► The Full Moon Prep Kit. A great place to start at any stage and for any age. Adaptable to every individuals needs and habits.

► Tips for inside transformations. Until children have developed the necessary self-control to roam free during their transformations a little preparation will go a long way to protect them and their surroundings (and your furniture).

► Methods to gain control of transformations. A practical resource for older children who are struggling with involuntary shifting. Can be shared directly or used to read up on the subject before discussing it.

We are currently working on turning many of our workshops and presentations into online courses, but please feel welcome at any of our community centers at any time, including full moon nights!

#laura tumbles #urban fantasy #werewolf #werewolves #worldbuilding #I was gonna make a masterpost of the posts i've made for the lunar foundation #but this is more fun #the lunar foundation

[puuvillaa]

By Appointment Only

Remus Lupin/James Potter

Explicit

chapter 19/20

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omegaverse, alpha/alpha, Remus never went to Hogwarts, no Voldemort, different first meeting, werewolf discrimination, angst, loneliness, self-esteem issues, miscommunication, strangers to lovers, fist kiss, first time, frottage, mating bite, period typical attitudes, abuse of authority, injury, bad parenting, past character death, masturbation, anal sex, rut, blowjobs, scent kink, knotting

All alphas must be mated by the age of thirty. If an alpha isn’t mated by then, they will have to be appointed a mate by the Alpha Mating Registry.

Remus and James meet at the Registry.

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#wolfbucks #remus lupin #james potter #harry potter #my writing

[random-writer-person]

Who ever said werewolf’s are scary?

Remus lupin x reader

word count: 2673

warnings: none

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you were heading to your favourite class ever. Care of Magical Creatures. Today you are very worried about going because you are supposed to be learning about werewolves. your father works closely with them so you know a lot you also have a lot of sympathy for them. On top of that, you know how people are so you are trying your hardest to be calm and not lose your temper at the bigots in class. you walk in one of the first people and sit in your usual seat beside Remus Lupin.

“Morning Remus, how are you?” you put your bag down and sit.

“Oh hey y/n I’m okay how are you?” he looks up from his book to you.

“I'm okay dreading this class though” you roll your eyes.

“I thought this was your favourite subject,” he said, tilting his head confused.

“it is but today we’re learning about werewolves” You grab your parchment and quill.

“oh right you don’t like those,” he says looking back at his book and also rather sad you were about to object to him but everyone came in and the lesson began.

“Can anyone tell me what a werewolf is?” the teacher says from the projector. you raise your hand and so do some other people. he picks severus snape to answer.

“they are half-breads half human half wolf during the full moon they turn into dangerous monsters who would kill their best friend if they could hence why they are kept away from society” he finished with a disgusted look on his face looking at the wolf diagrams. you clench your hands trying to calm yourself and Remus looks at you questioningly.

“Right you are Mr. Snape they are dangerous creatchers who should be kept far away from us hence why there is a registry” Your teacher goes to walk to his desk and you can feel your blood boiling and you stand up.

“they are only dangerous because there isn’t enough research being done to find ways to help them instead they are forced to sign the registry and get locked in a cage once a month alone and don’t get proper medical attention afterwards. on top of that, there are no job opportunities for them because stupid bigots like you are too afraid of them instead of helping them they’re barely surviving then you people dare to judge them for having poor hygiene I wonder why. oh it’s because they don’t have money to pay for a place to live let alone brush their teeth.” you yell at your teacher you calm yourself down and bit grab your bag and walk towards the back of the class. Right as you’re about to leave you to turn around. “you would think a teacher would know a thing or two about this but instead he’s just a fucking idiot” you open the door and slam it behind you and walk towards the kitchens wanting to eat your anger. as you’re walking you hear footsteps behind you.

“hey I think what you did was very admirable do you believe all that?” he keeps his pace up beside you.

“My dad works closely with people like them so I’ve met a few and they’re all very nice I’m trying to help my dad figure out a way to help them. we’re all working together.” you smile up at him.

“wow that’s amazing I never knew” he looked shocked.

“I just hate how people talk about them like they’re monsters their not they’re people in an unfortunate situation that could be made better with a little bit of help” You start getting heated again.

“calm down love I agree with you it’s shity do you think I could help?” he asks wringing his hands.

“I don’t see why not I’ll mail my dad and see what you can do” You smile at him and suddenly jump in his arms. “you’re amazing Remus Lupin thank you” and you plant a kiss on his cheek after that you turn into the kitchen and wave goodbye as he walks off. after sitting in the kitchens for a while you realized lunch was soon so no point in eating you chose to just drink tea. when it was time for lunch you made your way down the hall and as soon as you walked in you heard a yell of your name you looked over and saw James Potter waving to you with the rest of his friends already with him you slowly and cautiously walked over to them.

“Uh hey, James do you need something?” you ask suspiciously of him seeing as he's never talked to you outside of classes before.

“Yeah, Remus was just telling us about the werewolf project you're helping your dad with and we want in me and Sirius that is” he smiles and points to an empty seat beside Remus for you to sit in.

“Really?! You guys want to help that's great!” you cover your cheeks with your hands smiling big. “I'll talk to my dad about it but I do not see why he would have a problem with it, and oh you're going to love the people you get to meet They are all so great and so so kind” you take a bite out of a piece of toast.

“You're passionate about this huh?” Sirius asks looking at you with a strange glint in his eye.

“I mean yeah after a year of meeting werewolves and trying to find a safe way for them to get through the full moon you get to see that they're not different than us they just have a furry little problem that comes around once or twice a month and they don't deserve to suffer more than they have to” you smile at them. James a Sirius crack a smile and start chuckling.

“A furry little problem oh Merlin that's funny,” James says slapping his knee.

“My friend Nickoli calls his that he's our age and he's been infected since he was 7” You chuckle a little with them.

“Will we meet this Nickoli?” James says looking at you and then winking you blush a little.

“Don't get any ideas he's just a friend and I don't think you guys will be able to he's been busy” You look down at your hands because he's not busy he's just given up on our movement and signed the registry. Remus’ hand touches yours.

“You okay?” he rubs his thumb against your knuckles.

“Yeah, im fine don't worry” You turn your hand around so it's holding his and continue to eat with your other the conversation has stirred off of the original one so you just sit and listen contently. After lunch, you say goodbye to the boys and head to your next class. While in class you start writing the letter to your father.

Hey dad,

How's it going with the movement? Send me all the updates and how everyone is doing after the last moon. Make sure they all receive my love.

Im writing you because I found three people who want to help with the movement. They are all very bright wizards, especially Remus Lupin. You've probably heard of the other two as well: James Potter and Sirius Black, anywho they want to help and I told them that I would write you and see what they could do.

Get back to me as soon as possible please I'll be waiting.

Lots and lots of love,

Your daughter,

y/n

After you finished the letter you ran to the owlry between classes and sent it to your dad hoping to get a response by dinner. Focusing on your classes you sort of forgot about it for a while. When you got to the main hall James called you over again and you guys just talked and ate having fun. All of a sudden an owl comes into the hall and drops a letter on your plate. A wide smile spreads across your face.

“What's that?” Remus asks calmly with a weird undertone.

“It's my dad I asked him about you guys helping,” you say while tearing the letter open.

Hello love,

Im happy to hear from you. Everyone is doing great. Im sorry to say no updates on Nickoli. Im so happy to hear that people want to get involved of course they can help we need all the help we can get. Thank you for spreading the word. I can't wait to see you this summer. I love you so much.

Lots of love,

Your dad.

“So what did he say” Sirius asked getting impatient.

“Oh sorry he said you guys can help.” I smile at them and fold up the letter.

“What else did he say” Remus asked smiling softly.

“That all the other wolves are doing good” I continue eating ignoring Nikoli because it makes me sad. Remus puts his arm around you pulling you closer.

“Everything is going to be okay we're here to help” You put your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“I know and I appreciate you guys being so passionate about it” Remus and you are just looking at each other in silence for a second. Remus seems to realize himself and looks away from you.

“Well you know it's a very important issue they need help and I would like to. As much as I can.” he coughs a little in the end.

“You're better than most people. You don't even have a connection to wolves and you still care more than some of their family members” Remus, James, and Sirius look at each other.

“Yeah about that,” James says looking down at his plate.

“What? What is it?” you look at all three of them waiting for someone to talk.

“We may have a closer connection to wolves than you think,” Sirius says chuckling a little.

“Have you met one?” you ask with a smile.

“Well yes they're here right now,” James says looking at you and then Remus.

“Oh? OH! Remus, you're a wolf?” you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Uh yeah I was bit when I was five” he looks down rubbing his neck.

“And you had to go through that all alone. Im so sorry Remus the world is so cruel. This is exactly why we need to find a solution. You are the kindest person I have ever met and you don't deserve to be locked in a cage” You rub his back comfortingly.

“Thank you y/n you don't know how much that means to me” Remus looks you in the eye sincerely.

“Of course. We should head back to the common rooms now.” you start getting up grabbing your bag and walking with all the boys catching up with you.

“Well see you at breakfast tomorrow right y/n,” Remus asked hand on your elbow right before you went upstairs to your dorm.

“Yeah of course see you guys there” I kiss his cheek wave to the others and run up the stairs.

~time skip~

After a few weeks of working with the boys you started getting very close spending most of your time together, With the closeness came your falling for Remus. You always knew you had a soft spot for Remus he was such an amazing person, You just never knew that that soft spot was a crush, Now it's developing into something even bigger. The revelation was strange, to say the least, and hard to hide but you did and you thought you did a good job at it until Sirius came to you.

“Hey y/n,” Sirius asked in a singsongy voice.

“Hello Sirius,” you ask in an equally singsongy voice “What's up?” you look at him.

“Oh nothing just a question,” he said looking around with a cheeky smirk.

“And that question is?” you ask impatiently needing to go meet up with Remus.

“What are your opinions on Remus?” his smile growing.

“What do you mean? He's great” Your confusion growing.

“No I mean like romantically” he chuckles.

“What? why are you asking?” you chuckle trying to hide the blush that is inching up on your face.

“Because I see the way you stare at him at lunch and I thought you should know that he's looking too” he put his arm around your shoulder.

“You think so?” you look up at him with hope in your eyes.

“He's crazy about you love” Sirius pointed to Remus picking flowers near where you were supposed to meet. “See you later” he gently nudged you towards him.

“Bye,” you smile at him and start heading towards Remus. “Hiya Remmy what are you doing?” you walked behind him and he jumped a little at your voice.

“Oh hi love I was picking you some flowers” he holds them out to you.

“Oh they're beautiful thank you” You take them from him and smell them. When you look back up at him he's smiling at you. “What do I have something on my face?” you start to rub your nose.

“No you just look beautiful” You start to blush and as he realizes what he said he blushed too.

“Thanks remmy I think you look very handsome” You look down at the flowers spinning them gently. You hear him cough and look up to him rubbing his very red face. You chuckle a little and put your hand on his red cheek.

“Remus do you want to go to Hogsmead with me?” you rub your thumb along his cheek getting confidence from his blush and what Sirius said.

“You want to go to Hogsmeade with me? I… yeah I'd love to go” he got even more flustered if that was even possible and you kissed his cheek.

“Great see you then I have to go mail my dad” You wave and run off flustered.

~time skip~

On Saturday morning you got dressed in the best casual clothes you have and went to the common room to find him sitting on one of the couches.

“Hey Remmy you ready to go?” you stood behind the couch he was on and he immediately stood up.

“Yeah let's go” he handed you a singular daisy. “I know their your favourite” he smiled.

“You remembered thank you” You blushed a bit and reached for his hand. “Let's go I wanna get you some chocolate” you both chuckled as you headed out of the portrait hole.

~time skip~

You and Remus made it to Hogsmeade and headed straight to the three broomsticks.

“First we power up with a butter beer then shop” You skip your way to the door.

“Find us a table love I'll order” You nod and head to the back booths. When someone sits down you assume it's Remus so you look up smiling but it's Sirius and it drops off your face.

“What are you doing this is a date” you hiss quietly. He chuckles.

“Yeah, im just warning you that Remus doesn't think that so be direct love” You sigh and nod. Sirius gets up to leave but Remus is there when he gets up.

“Hey Sirius why don't you join us” he nods towards the booth and you feel sad.

“Not gonna disturb your date moony” You look up and smile grateful for Sirius.

“Oh okay bye” Remus stutters and sits down handing you your butterbeer.

“You want this to be a date right Remus?” you tilt your head to the side a little and pick at your nails nervously.

“Yes of course I just didn't think you would want that” he chuckles a bit and you smile at him.

“I do want that” You lean across the table and peck him on the lips. It doesn't last long but it's good and as you are pulling away Remus tries to follow making you chuckle.

To think your love story started with a mixture of anger issues and awe.

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

#fluff #romance #harry potter #jealousy #sirius black #sirius x you #fred weasley #george weasley #remus lupin #smut #marauders #marauders era #anything for our moony #moony and prongs #moony lupin #moony speaks #moony my beloved #moony x reader #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #moony fanfiction #prongsie #prongs x reader #prongstail #prongs fanart #prongs x you #prongsfoot #padfoot #padfoodblackdog #pads

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

If I recall correctly, Dolores Umbridge drafted the Anti-Werewolf legislation in 1993, which made it impossible for werewolves to get a job and support themselves among wizard kind. Seeing as how Chiara is living her dream as a Healer. How long do you think she'll fare until the ramifications of this new law shatters her hard earn dream. What then?

Well, here's the thing.

That law would most notably affected Werewolves who are out to the public, and thus listed in the Registry. We know Remus wasn't still a secret Werewolf because Snape, bless his heart, took that decision out of his hands. What's curious and oh so depressing is that based on the timeline of these events, I don't believe this is a coincidence. I think the discovery that Dumbledore had harbored a Werewolf at Hogwarts, that there was a functioning member of magical society who had managed to fly under the radar...I think that really frightened the Ministry, and pissed them off too. Whether Umbridge was inspired to push this law through because of Remus' story...whether it was made easier for her because of his recent outing...I wouldn't be surprised. So yeah, that's not fun.

But! The point I'm trying to get at is that this wouldn't apply to Chiara. In happier news, she is not publicly outed as a Werewolf, to the best of my knowledge. A select few among her friends know, and presumably the heart of the Hogwarts staff, but it's hardly common knowledge, and the important thing is that The Ministry has no idea. Which is good news for Chiara. She's a remarkable Healer and St. Mungos would never want to lose her. In fact, I don't think they'd give her up without a fight. Were she outed, she might struggle to find a job in Healing, but if she already had "job security" then her coworkers and superiors could possibly fight for her role. Not saying they would win, but she would be less screwed over than Remus ended up being.

#Remus Lupin #Chiara Lobosca #Dolores Umbridge #Harry Potter #Severus Snape #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Analysis #Harry Potter Analysis

[startledstoat]

What if Teddy was a full werewolf and Harry became an animagus for him and also what if Hermione as the Minister worked tirelessly to make conditions for werewolves better and did away with things like the registry and made it illegal for employers to turn people away based on their lycanthropy huh what if

#harry potter #minister for magic hermione #teddy lupin #werewolf teddy #animagus harry

[wolfontheloose]

|| Maya & Ryden ||

It had been a long, long while since Ryden had pulled out his good old guitar that had been collecting dust for months now, whether to play for his own heart and soul let alone for anyone else. But desperate times called for desperate measures and with the morale low despite best efforts to keep a positivity ongoing in town and among the pack, there was a palpable sort of tension underlying any attempts to laugh, stick to the routine or not worry over things a single person could not change alone. Everyone wished this was not happening, but it did. People have died, uncertainty was up in the air, fear was slowly becoming reality and no one knew how much of this they’d be able to handle.

So the Den, a pillar that held up a shelter to any werewolf who’d ever needed it ever since the founding of the town of Opulence, held its usual karaoke Saturday, albeit much earlier to accommodate the curfew. Daylight still seeped in through the pub’s windows instead of the light of streetlamps, making it feel odd that the bar’s busiest hours were now just after late lunch time. Yet the Den had never been more crowded, pack coming in more often to connect, regroup, offer support and just make sure that their numbers were still accounted for and no one was missing during the headcount. The loss of young Zack Fowler, a fellow werewolf and pack member to the violent beasts on the loose, had left everyone grieving in their own way, now really feeling the low spirits settle. It was unspoken, as no one wanted to upset anyone, but it was nevertheless felt.

And that was alright. Although Ryden did not partake in something as silly as karaoke, he still sang for his pack - even an unapproachable, rugged alpha like him who was more likely to complain and grump about than show anything less than an unshakable resolve felt the need to, at least in some way or form, express that he knew times were tough, he knew things seemed difficult right now. With his own melancholy version of ‘Bang Bang, My Baby Shot Me Down’, he concluded what was so far a very lively performance of some uplifting old-school rock’n’roll, to give everyone a couple of minutes to just breathe and sit in everything that had been troubling them lately with the slow lull of a deep baritone singing to a solitary guitar tune in the background. He then announced that karaoke time may begin and excused himself from the Den’s small, inconspicuous stage, meandering through approving applause and shoulder pats in passing to reach the bar where one of his newest employees held the fort, not on her own but might as well be, since all the other people on shift had their hands and trays full enough.

“Where me cigs at?” He asked when he approached, although she was likely to not have a single clue where Ryden threw his stuff at. Brow heavy and lips reluctant to smile, he took his usual seat right at the corner of the bar near the cash registry, away from other patrons, a little spot of his own he always squeezed his large form in when he wasn’t working on the other side.

@mayarparker​

#::RydenxMaya #hope this is okaaaaay <3

[theresthesnitch]

Do you have any other a/b/o fic recs from this fandom?

Of course I do! You didn't specify ship, so the below is a bit of everything. Surprisingly, I don't have any Jily omegaverse fics (or maybe that's not so surprising) so if anyone has a Jily omegaverse rec, shoot it to me. I've also asked for recs from friends, and their recs are noted below.

Also, keep an eye on @hpknotfest! Posting should open Feb 1, and I know there are a couple of stunning omegaverse fics included (a few of which are mine!)

Please keep an eye on the tags and warnings. Omegaverse is what it is, and sometimes that can be triggering.

Omegaverse Fic Recs

Wolfstarbucks

One More to Love by @theresthesnitch and @krethes

We're going to start here because it's my baby and I'm all about that self rec. When his boyfriend kicks him out, Remus is grateful that his friends James and Sirius don't mind him moving in. When he finds out that he's expecting, things get complicated. Just what is an unmated, pregnant omega supposed to do when living with his two alpha best friends? WIP, 5 chapters, 93k words. Also check out the rest of the series for in-universe side-fics.

Wolfstar

A Moral Obligation, a series by @quietlemonhush

This is a series of fics that are Wolfstar & Jegulus (I don't ship Jegulus, but the one exception to that is Moss's Jegulus. Absolutely amazing.) Alpha Remus, Omega Sirius, Alpha James, Beta Regulus. Lovely Black Brother's content too. 4 fics, 21k words total in the series

Radically Both by @synonomy

I'll be honest that this is still on my to read list, but everyone I know raved about it. Sirius wanted to give shape to it, this intangible desire that had been lurking with him recently. (Or: Sirius gets broody.)

Mine by DarkEchoes

Just a kinky little Omegaverse fic. Remus catches Sirius talking to another Alpha right before his heat. Remus gets mad and takes Sirius home. He goes out for a breather and is greeted with a pleasant surprise.

Jegulus

Precious Commodities by jez_past9

Listen, I've not read it, but @second-sister and @impishtubist tell me I should include it. So here's your Jegulus rec. On the eve of his first heat, and on the run from his father, Regulus seeks out his estranged alpha brother for protection. The Marauders immediately take him under their wing, but there is only so much a gaggle of teenagers can do to defy the rule of law. Marriage to a benevolent alpha seems to be Regulus’ only chance at some semblance of safety and stability, but marriage to whom? WIP 6 chapters, 47k words

Teddy/James Sirius

Blame it on the Moon by @shiftylinguini

Again, I've not read this one, but @quietlemonhush and @lostmykeysie both vouched for it. A series of Teddy/James Sirius Werewolf ABO fics. Teddy was born a werewolf. James gets bitten later in life (not by Teddy) and Teddy is there to help him through his first heat. 2 fics, 31.8k words

Drarry

Bewildered by sparrowgrim

This fic is Drarry, Wolfstar, and Jily, and it's fascinating. Featuring a dimension traveling Harry and fitting into a world that is nothing like the one he left. "Harry. My name is Harry Potter." James fell back against the floorboards, casting one last frantic glance at the boy who claimed to be his son, before shaking his head."That isn't possible."

The Alpha-Omega Bond by Becstar7

Harry suddenly goes into heat in the middle of class. He's taken to the hospital wing, and he ends up bonded with Draco Malfoy. Set in canon-verse, so this is a problem. Both fics in the series are great.

Moonchaser

By Appointment Only by @puuvillaa

Added thanks to @squintclover but I am equally obsessed with this fic. Adding it to my bookmarks now so I don't lose it again. All alphas must be mated by the age of thirty. If an alpha isn’t mated by then, they will have to be appointed a mate by the Alpha Mating Registry.Remus and James meet at the Registry. WIP 13 chapters, 65k words.

#snitch answers asks #fic rec #i'm gonna leave the chaos option off for now #but this is a good selection #omegaverse #omegaverse fic recs #I'm sure I'm missing some good ones

[noctisnocturnarp]

SITE WANTED

In dark times like these it isn't uncommon for Ministry personnel to be found about the streets of Knockturn. It's a great place to catch a criminal or find a werewolf trying to avoid the registry. Below is a short, but not limited, list of Ministry types that might fit the plotline. Many positions will not be limited, but we will keep a working list for reference. .

Aurors

Beast Division Field Agents

Unspeakables

Witch Watchers

Crooked officials

#semi private #site buzz #harry potter rp #jcink premium #riddle era #site wanted

[violetthistle1]

Hunziker continued, “Now that I understand how young you were when you were turned, the numerous injuries and degradation of the bones and joints make more sense. That in culmination with your separation from any pack for the majority of your time as a werewolf means you haven’t been able to gain the cumulative healing effects the Effluere has over time. In my research, I’ve found that those werewolves who are able to transform with a pack over the majority of their time as a werewolf show fewer signs of degradation and injury over the same period of time as those werewolves who are nomadic or solitary.”

“Add onto that the war…” Sirius whispered, almost to himself.

“Yes, I’m sure the injuries you sustained during the war did not improve the matter.” 

Remus shook his head. “That means that the British registry not only marks us with a stigma and forces us away from social contact with our own kind; it actually decreases our quality of life physically as well.” He was incredulous. 

“Do they know?” Sirius asked, his face covered in the anger he was holding at bay. “Do they know what they are actually sentencing them to?”

Hunziker shook her head. “It’s hard to say. This connection has just come to light in the last five years or so in my research, but it’s not hard to deduce the difference in quality of life between the two. I would be surprised if they didn’t have some kind of idea of the effect.”

Remus had a hand to his temple and his eyes were closed. His anger was just below the surface, and if they continued to talk about the registry he wasn’t sure if he would be able to contain his emotions. “Can we–can we move on to the next question, please?”

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Dignity be Damned, chapter 33: Facing Fears, excerpt

Chapters 1-33 are available on Ao3 now!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50555698/chapters/133186342

#wolfstar #fanfic #remus lupin/sirius black #chronic pain in fanfic #whump #marauders #harry potter #found family #cannon divergence #learning to trust again #hurt/comfort #dignity be damned

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Wilder than Mountain Thyme

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Remus knew that this was a bad idea. He could feel it in every fibre of his body and yet, here he was, waiting for Sirius Black of all people to show up. When Lily first suggested it, he had thought it was a joke, but she had been adamant that this was a good idea and in the end he had agreed to get her to stop nagging him about it.

It had been a week since the last full moon and he and Lily had talked a lot during that time, her team was still working hard to figure out what had gone wrong. Lily suspected that it had something to do with the new ingredients that they were trying out, he hadn’t been the only one who had been experiencing problems, but no-one else had been as badly injured as him. Of course not, Remus had thought grimly to himself when Lily told him, for some fucking reason that was the story of his life.

They had made some changes to the potion and were still running tests, but Lily had seemed fairly sure that they had found the underlying problem. It had been some sort of plant that they had tried to replace for something else, with less than successful results.

Lily was insistent that they needed to monitor them all properly for the next moon though, but Remus had been the only one who refused to go through the transformation at UNICORNS. He had made it one of his conditions that if he was to stay in the study, he wanted to keep transforming at home. It was because of that Lily had come up with the insane idea to involve Sirius.

Apparently he was an Animagus. Remus was a bit sketchy on exactly what that meant, but he had asked Mary to find him some books on the matter on Ravenclaw Road. Remus had basically inhaled the information when she came back with two thick books on transformative magic, and he now knew that an Animagus was a wizard, or witch, who could transform themselves into an animal, and back again, at will.

Remus vaguely remembered that Lyall had told him and Mary about them, but they had never spent a lot of time on it. The idea of it hadn’t appealed to Remus who was too busy transforming himself once a month, why anyone would go through that voluntarily was beyond him.

As he started reading, however, he realised that being Animagus was very different from being a werewolf. Where Remus was a slave under the moon, his transformations painful and dangerous, an Animagus could change back and forth as they wanted, completely painlessly. There was an Animagus Registry, but unlike the Werewolf Registry, it didn’t seem as though being on the list made you hated. Rather the opposite, really. As far as Remus understood it Animagi were very rare and those who had successfully managed to navigate the complicated magic necessary were usually admired.

Lily had explained to him that where it would be impossible for Remus to have company by humans during the full moon, it was well known that werewolves reacted very differently to animals. In fact, she had explained, an Animagus would be able to stay with him during the whole night, watching over him to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself. Animagi, again unlike werewolves, kept their mind during their change and the animal had all the information and knowledge that the witch or wizard had.

So Lily’s suggestion had been for Sirius to accompany Remus during the next full moon, in his Animagus form. Remus thought it sounded insane, but Lily had eventually talked him into at least meeting Sirius to discuss it before saying a hard no. Remus strongly doubted that Sirius would be interested in doing something so dangerous, but Lily had waved away his protests and told him to decide a place and a time and she would make sure Sirius would be there.

That was why he was now tucked away at a table in one of the corners of The Blue Blazer, one of the pubs slightly off the beaten track, below the castle. The place was pretty quiet, it was still too early for people to have stopped working and aside from an old man at the bar and a young couple that looked to be either students or tourists, Remus was alone. He had a pint in front him and he had already downed most of it in an attempt to still his nerves. It hadn’t helped much.

The pub was depressingly decorated for the upcoming holidays. Christmas did seem to start earlier every year, it wasn’t even December yet and still the place was covered in brightly coloured tinsel, Santa hats and loud posters that screamed about CHRISTMAS EVE PARTY and HOGMANAY WITH FRIENDS and it made Remus want to tear them all down.

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[afrenchaugurey]

Day#16

Today's prompt was "Favourite Newt's costume".

This one was easy. The first movie blue coat and mustard waistcoast, with the tweed costume (aww, tweed).

For many reasons. The waistcoast is very "earthy" and fits well Newt's personality (and Hufflepuff). The overcoat is of course blue, and a good metaphor for Scamander. Also blue is for many the colour for autism, and even if I'm not a lot in it, that could be another cue to put Newt on the spectrum (before all the ITW).

But I also see a peacock symbolism with this association of colours (+ the iridescent eyes, like the bird's feathers). And well... I really could write something long about it.

I know the first thing we think about (at least in France) when we think about peacock is pride. Which isn't really a Newt's trait. Well, it is, a little bit, if we consider overconfidence which he has (and has not, regarding to people), regarding to his creatures (the playful thing in the shed with the swooping evil, how he interacts with "dangereous beasts", the "I'll catch you thing", etc). This is not a bad thing and one of the side of character, even if it's not the biggest part.

An other important thing regarding to peacocks is immortality, in Middle Age this was the believe and they ate peacocks for that reason. This one is very interesting, because of all the alchemy things that gravitate around Newt (the runes, Newton, Artemis, ...), and the fact that we know he'll have a long life.

Peacock's feathers are associated to "wind of change" too. And that is something that I cleary relate to Newt. He created his own field of study, he uses unconventional magic, and he'll change many things in the WW (American laws about Thunderbirds protection, then all magical beasts, the breeding ban - for the law about the werewolf registry, I have some other thinking that would take me too long to explain). His role during WWII/GWW is probably also another very unconventional thing (at least, that's how I imagine him, and why he's implicated in everything).

But the reborn symbolism can also be linked with Newt's evolution during the first movie, how he opens to people, and meets significant ones who'll share his life until the end. (some even associate peacock with phenix... well...)

In China, the peacock is associated with peace and prosperity. Well, peace is just everything that he tries to do, at least in the "avoiding conflict" part (but he also fought during WWI).

To finish with this part, and something I didn't know until lately is that peacock is associated with water. Some beliefs say that if you want some water, a source, you need to have a peacock (to make things simple). The peacock's cry would mean "the rain is comming" (which, considering all the water symbolism that is in the first film, is very interesting).

I also love how this costume, as is the case, cries how much it lived. I'm one to almost always wear the same clothes, to buy them again when they're completely ruined (and can't be patched anymore). It talks about his time in the field, it talks about his way of life (maybe).

Just saying ...

Well, I planned a 2 min post and wrote for almost an hour. Oupsi.

#newt scamander #fantastic beasts #febulous newt 2023 #febulous newt #fantastic beast and where to find them #fantastic beast theory #peacock #I finally wrote that thing I had in mind for more than a year

[puuvillaa]

By Appointment Only

Remus Lupin/James Potter

Explicit

chapter 21/21

108,591 words

omegaverse, alpha/alpha, Remus never went to Hogwarts, no Voldemort, different first meeting, werewolf discrimination, angst, loneliness, self-esteem issues, miscommunication, strangers to lovers, fist kiss, first time, frottage, mating bite, period typical attitudes, abuse of authority, injury, bad parenting, past character death, masturbation, anal sex, rut, blowjobs, scent kink, knotting

All alphas must be mated by the age of thirty. If an alpha isn’t mated by then, they will have to be appointed a mate by the Alpha Mating Registry.

Remus and James meet at the Registry.

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#wolfbucks #remus lupin #james potter #harry potter #my writing #by appointment only #i can't believe it's over

[chdarling]

I dunno why but when i was reading "The werewolf registry" the moment remus said to sirius youre different this year and sirius asked good different or bad different?

it reminded me lf gilmore girls when jess asked rory if she did something to her hair and she asked no why and jess said it looks different and rory asked bad different?

thought it was funny

lmao wait that makes Sirius Rory in this situation and that is hilarious 💀

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Civil Procedure

(a ship that not a single person asked for but here we are because i became obsessed after my own smutshot.

sirius x kingsley)

“You wanted to see me, Minister?” Sirius asked after knocking on the office door and stepping into the space that seemed to have more books than a library. Sirius had never been to Minister Shacklebolt's office, despite how many times he had exhibited unorthodox legal practices that definitely warranted more than a warning in hearings, and was surprised to see that it was decorated. Smart bookcases, a patterned rug that Sirius could tell was hand-made just from looking at it. A few photographs. The Minister had settled into the space, unlike Fudge, unlike Scrimgeour, exuding a confidence—an arrogance—that said I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.

“Come in, close the door, Mr. Black,” Kingsley said, putting down the quill he was writing with and pushing all the work on his desk to the side, deep brown eyes fixated on Sirius. Sirius typically refused to wear his Wizengamot robes around the office, something Senior members of council had taken issue with, alongside the tattoo on his neck and the high heels he wore, but he was glad he put them on before meeting with the Minister. Wanting to look somewhat respectable as he wracked his brains for a most recent infraction.

Had he spoken out of turn at a board meeting?

Called bullshit one too many times during cross examination?

The filibuster for the Werewolf registry a step too far?

As much of a pain in the ass he knew he was, and as much as Sirius toed the line of disrespect regularly in a courtroom, he didn't actually want to lose his job. He didn't actually want to have to pack up his own office that he too had settled into quickly--pictures of his friends on his desk, a black leather desk chair he had picked out, his own stack of books and knickknacks on his desk for James to play with when he came to the Ministry on his off days. Sirius didn't plan on going anywhere either.

“Have a seat,” Kingsley gestured to the chair in front of him, smiling warmly, and Sirius had to yet again remind himself that this man, as handsome as he was—no matter how bright his smile was, no matter how toned his calves were in the muggle trousers he wore, no matter the golden earring in his ear—he was his boss. The Big Boss. The One Person Sirius Could Absolutely Not Pull into a Supply Closet and Fuck. Sirius took a seat hesitantly, sitting up straight as he did so.

“Is there a problem, sir?” Sirius pressed yet again, feeling warm under the collar of his stiff robes, temperature exacerbated by the Ministers eyes which seemed content to roam over every inch of Sirius.

“You didn’t have to get dressed up to see me, Mr. Black.”

“Sorry?”

“Your robes. Needn’t be so formal…I know you prefer not to wear them," he said. Sirius pretended his heart didn't turn inside of his chest at the idea The Minister might be noticing him in the ways he was used to. Sirius pretended that he hadn't ever left the house in a pair of black, tight dress trousers and heeled dragonskin boots just to see if someone would say something. Just to see if he could catch dark eyes wandering.

An animalistic sort of satisfaction when Sirius did, even if it meant he had to excuse himself to the loo subsequently.

“Seemed…appropriate, sir. For a meeting.”

“More of a quick question, but I thought it best asked in person.”

“A question?” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Are you open to it?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be without context, sir.”

Kingsley leaned forward onto his arms, “Do you prefer Italian or Thai?”

“For a meeting?”

“For dinner.”

“We don’t need to talk…policy over dinner, sir.”

“Then it’s a good thing I hadn’t planned on doing so,” Kingsley smiled again, and Sirius felt his stomach flip, averting his eyes to look just past Kingsley’s shoulder, staring at the map on the back wall instead. “Most dates I go on do not involve politics, I prefer to keep my work and personal life separate, you see. Though, I understand where that might get challenging with you…but I have always liked a challenge.”

“Date?”

“Problem?”

Sirius was silent as his brain raged a war inside of his head. Like the Greek myths, Sirius had read with his uncle as a child, Achaeans and the Spartans screaming, yelling, racing toward each other with their spears, shields forgotten in favor of sheer force and aggression. Sirius had put on his own professional robes in hopes of protecting himself from intense brown eyes; in hopes of putting a veil over his own secret desires, but it was all in vain. Armor in the bushes, shields left somewhere in the department a floor down at his desk, or worse at the home he shared with James. Far, far, far, away, and Sirius stood no chance. Defenseless at the hands of the Minister of Fucking Magic.

“Mr. Black?”

“Hm?”

“Thai or Italian?”

“I…uh…” Sirius’s mouth was dry. His head was a barren wasteland. Once the top of this class, once the most brilliant in every room he walked into—except for this one. “I…can you walk me through this? I’m not sure…I get what’s going on here.”

"You're smart, I'm sure you can put it together."

Kingsley laughed softly and he put rested his chin on his thumb casually, fingers with gold jewelry covering his mouth, robe sleeve falling, and Sirius could see the top of the tattoo peaking out over the cuff of his shirt sleeve. Sirius had noticed it before.  He first saw it shortly after he had been appointed Lead Council in the court and started spending more time with the Minister directly. In meetings. In passing corridors. Late at night, when he settled into bed, thinking about the hidden tattoo on the Ministers arm as his hand slid below the waistband of his briefs. He thought about it every time he received post signed K.S., straight to his desk, to his home. When he was asked to come in on weekends to—

“…Did you really need me to come in on Saturday?” Sirius asked, snapping his attention back to the other man, who grinned widely.

“Now, there’s always work to be done, isn’t there?”

“That’s an abuse of power, I think.” Get the upper hand back.

“Mm.”

“I could report you.” Losing your grip, Black.

“You could,” Kingsley shrugged, “Or you could tell me whether you prefer Thai or Italian, and I’ll pick you up at seven on Friday. You can wear something nice, or not, wear whatever you’d like I’m not going to contest either way, and I’ll be sure to open every single door for you and pay at the end. Call it compensation for those unnecessary weekends.”

“So, you’re admitting they were unnecessary.”

“Mr. Black, I admit you’re particularly skilled at the cross-examination, but I guarantee you, you don’t want to try it with me. This isn’t a court hearing…. this is dinner, and while I don’t have a problem dining alone, I’d much rather do it with you.”

“I…don’t know how to answer. “

“That’s surprising, you have an opinion on everything else.”

“My opinion on this is that you’re the Minister of Magic and I work for you.”

“Hm, I see. Then I suppose we have to try very hard to be on a best behavior, so this doesn’t go arse up.”

“I—”

“Thai or Italian?”

“French.”

“I don’t eat snails.”

“Neither do I.”

“Seven?”

Sirius nodded, trying to gather his bearings, “I would say I’d give you my address, but it seems you already know where to find me.”

“Indeed, I do."

“Is…that…all?”

“For now.”

Sirius squirmed a little under the gaze of the Minster, trying not to make it obvious as he tugged at the sleeves of his own robes, desperate for a little bit of fresh flowing air so he could remember how to breathe again, “Can…I... I just…am I free to go, sir?”

“No.”

“Something else?”

“Proper proposal draft for your ideas on Underage Magic Law reform on my desk Monday, and I mean proper. I appreciate the spirit, your spirit, but you should know by now nothing goes through without—”

“Maintaining correct channels and subscribing to ancient and archaic jargon. I know how to draft a proposal, Minister.”

“I look forward to reading it.”

“I’ll have it to you by Thursday.”

“I’m not discussing it over dinner with you.”

“Oh, but I might want to discuss it with you. You should know a date with Sirius Black often includes opinions.”

“I could’ve guessed as much,” Kingsley smirked a little before standing up from his desk, and Sirius followed suit. Sirius was certain he was taller than Kingsley, even without his heeled boots on, using his height as the last win he could take against this man who was sending his blood pressure skyrocketing no matter how big a game he talked. He followed Kingsley to the door, robes swishing around his ankles.

“And you don't pay for me. I believe I'll take care of that,” Sirius told him as he approached the door, boots clicking on hardwood, and he leveled Kingsley with a stare of his own. Face impassive. Inside, head spinning, heart thudding. A fucking muggle amusement park.

The Minister laughed again, “No you don’t, Mr. Black.”

“But I do.” Sirius responded, raising an eyebrow, and Kingsley stalled for the first time since Sirius had walked into his office. Sirius held his ground, kept his face schooled, even if he wanted to smirk in a triumphant victory and pop a bottle of expensive champagne. Spray it all over the Minister's nice rug in exchange for making him feel so foolish.

Because Sirius got asked to dinner.

Sirius got asked to dinner frequently, though that wasn't to say he had many second dinners, and even fewer third dinners, and probably one fourth dinner that usually ended up with a mirror call to James while in the loo and sneaking out the back.

This, wasn't anything new. But....but...it was.

Kingsley’s dark eyes twinkled, and his hand let go of the door handle. For a moment, Sirius considered that he had maybe gotten too brazen, forgotten that this still was his boss, no matter how many degrees away from professional their previous conversation had steered. An apology was on the tip of his tongue, Sirius getting ready to open his mouth and explain that he was teasing when the Minister's hand, the one with the tattoo and the jewelry that drove Sirius out of his fucking mind, connected with his shoulder. Innocuous enough, straightening robes out, picking off invisible lint, searching for a bicep that was underneath layers of fabric.

“I already told you I like a challenge.”

“I might like being one.”

“A challenge?”

“Bit of a chore, really. You seem plenty busy already, easier to just—”

“Let you get your way?’

“A bit.”

“Not a chance,” Kingsley stepped closer, “I asked you, it’s only polite that I pay now isn’t it? I know exactly who you are and there’s bound to be some etiquette rule regarding…initiation. Yes?”

“I…can’t be sure.”

“Look it up then, hm? If you’re correct, then I can make an exception and let you pay. If I’m correct, and I almost always am, then we’ve no choice but to follow proper protocol.”

“Alright.”

“And—”

“And?”

“If I’m right…you’ll wear something nice.”

“My robes?”

“No.”

“Sir?”

“Better.”

Sirius could feel the back of his neck flush, saying a silent thank you to his father’s genetics for giving him a skin tone that wasn’t translucent. “You might have to be more specific about nice.”

Kingsley removed his hand, which had gotten very close to stroking the side of his neck, with a wry smile, “I will. I’ll look for your answer about etiquette…and you can look for post from me regarding everything else.”

“The draft included?”

“Inter-office mail only.”

“Alright,” Sirius grinned, watching as Kingsley opened the door for him, “Have a nice night, Minister.”

“Happy reading, Mr. Black.”

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