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Castling

Hello my fine friends have some fluff of Peter teaching Remus how to play chess. I always saw these two as really good friends the quite ones with the two chaos ensures. That's not to say this pair didn't create havoc they were just quieter abt it in my opinion. Any way I hope you enjoy

The Hogwarts year had started a month ago and Peter had been enjoying it so far. He was in a dorm with James Potter who was a childhood friend, Sirius Black who was loud and boisterous and Remus Lupin he was more of an odd creature quiet but really devious. You’d never expect it he kind of has an angel face that all the teachers trust, but a brain that has come up with the most mind-blowing pranks yet. He’s a bit closed off; in fact, no one really know anything about him. They don’t really know anything about Sirius either, but he is as loyal as a dog and weirdly protective of all the boys.

Peter always played chess in the common room with whoever would challenge him so far only a handful 7th years had been able to beat him and as a first year being able to beat most of his house was a feat worth bragging about. He’d even been able to beat the Ravenclaws that had challenged him, well except for Dorcas Meadows but he’s fairly sure she cheated.

There’s a few things that are consistent with the way Peter played chess, he was always 2 moves ahead, he always played black, he had certain moves he always used, and that Remus always watched him play. No matter what Remus would be there, sometimes he would hide behind a book, but Peter would notice his eyes peak over the page making sure his friend was winning other times he would be perched on the edge of his seat elbows on his knees watching the game like a lion watched a gazelle. One day the common room was unusually quiet, Remus was curled up on the armchair pulling his copy of Frankenstein closer to his face while Peter sat on the floor setting up a game of chess.

“Oi Remus want to play?” he said curiously setting the last knight in place. The sandy haired boy looked up from his book with his face looking all nervous suddenly.

“Urm… I don’t really know how to” he said gripping the books closer to him as if to hide his face.

“What?! That’s impossible you always watch me play even if you didn’t know, you’d at least know something”

“Yeah except I don’t know any of the rules somethings the short stubby things can move two places and sometimes they move diagonal, some pieces can move over pieces like that castle thing and the horses, and some can only move in directions and its all confusing at what is the purpose it doesn’t make any sense Pete. So just leave me to my book” Peter looked horrified. Not only were several things that came out off Remus’s mouth plain old wrong he also said that chess didn’t have a purpose.

“Ok that’s just wrong on so many levels. Chess helps with cognitive thinking skills, memory, imagination, concentration, confidence, and determination.” Peter made a vague waving gesture for Remus to sit on the other side of the board.

“Do I have to sit on the floor?” Remus grumbled

“Well put a pillow down if you want princess” as soon as Remus was settled on the other side of the board Peter launched into a long explanation.

“So, on the first move the pawns can move two spaces forward, but after that they can only move one space forward, they can’t go backwards, and they can only take pieces diagonally in front of them and only one space. Oh, and if a pawn gets to the other side of the board then you can swap it out for any piece you’ve lost.” The look in Peters eye was a bit frantic like he couldn’t get the words out quick enough.

“Are all the explanations this long winded and complicated?”

“Of course, Remus! Its chess not ping pong, it’s an ancient game from India that travelled across the east as a model scale of war! It’s not going to be simple you twat.”

“Let me get some parchment. I need to make notes” With nearly 40 inches of parchment filled with Remus messy scrawl about the rules of chess and the history and different names, not to mention all the benefits that Peter listed off.

“Ok do you think your ready?” Peter leaned forward, elbows on his knees hands clasped under his chin seeming to take this all to seriously, but Remus understood the rules. Mostly. He was so going to lose and for someone as competitive as Remus that was mortifying.

“Sure.”

“You start.” Remus’ hand was surprisingly steady as it moved the pawn in from of the rook two spaces. The blonde boy made a small noise at the back of his throat before moving one of his pawns too spaces in front of his bishop. Nerves were racking through Remus’ body and his hands started to sweat. A few pawns were sacrificed, and Peter had Remus rook and a bishop, but in fairness Remus had won his knight, but his king was in fear of being in check. In the end Remus had three pawns left to defend his king. Peter was looking a little better, but his pieces were scares on the board, but his king was protected by his castling move made early in the game.

“Good game.” Peter hand was outstretched over Remus’ crumpled king. Remus wiped his hands on his trousers to get rid of any lingering sweat and swallowed his pride to accept defeat in the form of a handshake. Chess became a game the two friends played regularly, but it wasn’t until fourth year when Remus finally beat him. Lets just say his celebratory dance was more embarrassing than all the loses he suffered over the years.

Moony’s birthday

Ok so I thought this fic was lost forever and then it turns out I just needed to restart my laptop and everything was fine again lol. Turns out machines need a break too. This is def some hurt/comfort shit and I’m kind of proud of it so I hope you enjoy.

Sleep was wonderful. It was a point where you could escape the worries and responsibilities of life for a while where you didn’t have to do anything except appreciate the warmth of the duvet. That is exactly what Remus Lupin was doing. Well until the covers were thrown back by his traitor husband exposing the long and lanky frame to the cold march air. That brought a stabbing pain in his chest that he was almost used to by now, almost.

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Covers yanked back and three extra bodies piled onto the small twin sized bed with similar levels of excite glee.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mooooonnnnnnyyyyyyy” the three bodies also decided to bring their disastrously out of tune voices along with them it seemed “happy birthday too youuuuu!”

Despite the feeling of being physically crushed by his best friends Remus also felt crushed by the love pouring out of these boys and a grin couldn’t help but work itself onto his face.

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“Moonbeam, my love how are you this fine morning?” Sirius said with way to much joy and energy in his voice for 8am.

“Better if you let me sleep in you arsehole” the tawny (now greying) haired man grumbled into his pillow haphazardly searching for the duvet to pull back over his head, but soon gave up as he could reach it

“Well, this arsehole made you birthday breakfast so come on I know you hate getting crumbs in the bed” and with that the shorter man left the room with a large flourish, well a rather dramatic flick of his hair at least.

Birthday breakfast is something James thought of. Remus didn’t like presents and hated his birthday, hated the attention, but James being James needed to show his friend how much he cared.

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Stumbling down to the great hall before classes still wiping sleep from his eye Remus Lupin was joined by only two friends instead of the regular three. James was often an early riser so seeing him sat at the breakfast table wasn’t unusual. No, the unusual thing was the plate of all different goodies. Pancakes, waffles, toast, beans, sausages, bacon, hashbrowns, eggs (done every way you can), croissants, hot cross buns, crumpets and even cereal. It seems his friend hadn’t forgot a single classic English breakfast item and as Remus sat down staring bewildered at the mountain of foods the messy haired boy spoke up before he could even attempt to say anything.

“My Mum taught me to cook loads of different things like the eggs sunny side up, scrambled, poached fried. OH, and the pancakes have got chocolate chips cause you love chocolate y’know, can’t forget the chocolate sauce, I’ve also got fruit cause well its healthy. I just figured since you don’t like presents at least I can give you food, right?” the information was sort of rocketed in Remus’s general direction rather than actually spoken but that was just James.

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Remus was pulled from another memory of Hogwarts that caused that twinging pain in his left lung, by the mountain of food on the island in the kitchen. Pancakes, waffles, all the cereal boxes pulled down from the shelf, a plate of sausages and another waiting for the bacon, hashbrowns, croissants, hot cross buns, and crumpets.

Sirius was standing over the stove frying up the last of the bacon swinging his hips and humming too the intro of ‘tie your mother down’ playing through the old record player speakers sat in the corner. Remus lent against the doorway admiring the love of his life with Remus’s pyjama’s low on his hips. Sirius was beautiful, he always had been why shouldn’t Remus spend a bit of time relishing in the presence of this man. The humming had changed into Sirius belting out the words.

“GET YOUR PARTY GOWN, GET YOUR PIGTAIL DOWN, GET YOUR HEART BEATIN’ BABY”

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12th December 1976 was a cold day which Remus decided was best wrapped up in a blanket with a book, that was until Sirius and James all but tumbled through the door to their shared dorm.

“PRONGS PUT IT ON GO ON GO ON!”

“IM GETTING THEIR PADFOOT JUST-“

Remus looked up from his perch on the windowsill book in his lap forgotten in favour of the two boys excitement.

‘’What the fuck is happening?” came Remus’s confused gruff voice from the other side of the room.

“MOONY MOONY MOONY MOONY CHRISTMAS HAS OFFICIALLY COME EARLY! LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!” Sirius was practically vibrating with excitement and way to loud as per usual as he shoved the record sleeve in his boyfriends face.

“Woah. WHERE IN THE EVER-LIVING FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?” A wide excited grin joined his face too match his two best friends.

“Muggle shop,” he said flippantly “it came out TWO days ago Moony!”

“Hold on how did you get to muggle shop, Hogsmead is the only town nearby? No tell me after we’ve listened to the album, come on James how long does it take to put on a fucking record”

“Alright don’t get your knickers in a twist Moony, here” and the first notes of Tie your mother down started playing through the speakers and the three friends stood around appreciating the music.

They must’ve listen to the album twice through before Peter joined them and proceeded to complain that they didn’t find him immediately. Then they all listened through the album through another three times before discussing and then another two times. To say Day at the races was a favourite record for the marauders was an understatement.

“Wow, that might be there best album EVER” Peter announced

“Ooh making some bold claims there Wormy” came the teasing voice of James Potter

“I think my favourite song was Tie your mother down. What about you lot?” Sirius started the conversation the usually ended in arguments and harsh words thrown about whenever a new record was added to the marauders collection. “Moony?” grey eyes looked up through dark eyelashes up at the other boy. From his place in his lap Sirius got a perfect view of the birthmarks speckling the column of Remus’s neck and the different shades of brown, yellow and gold in his hair. The light from above created a halo around Remus’s head as he looked down on the dark-haired boy resting in his lap.

“Oof, Pads. A favourite? I dunno, they were all sooooo good!”

“Oh, come of it Moony you always have a favourite!” James socked foot came to knock his knee, the taller boys attention was briefly taken away from the boy in his lap. Sirius usually like to have all the attention, but he didn’t mind this one bit, getting too look at Moony will that easy smile spread across his face and watching the thoughts run over his face was a sight to behold.

“Good old fashioned lover boy” he said holding James gaze as the messy haired boy threw his hands in the air in clear frustration.

“NO! THE BEST SONG WAS CLEARLY DROWSE!”

“WHAT?! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME PRONGS” Remus lent forward and threw his hands around but quickly moved back in fear of jostling Sirius too much

“WHAT IT WAS A GOOD SONG AND I STAND BY THAT!” messy haired boy stood up with an air of finality

“Oh no you don’t get to walk away from this conversation Prongs” at the moment Remus leapt across the room, all aspects of keeping his boyfriend comfy went out the window apparently and latched himself onto James ankles toppling him to ground like a Jenga tower.

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Remus wrapped his arms around his husbands waist and plastered his chest to expanse of Sirius back while proceeding to joining with a new rendition of Tie your mother down.

“GOT MY TIMIN’ RIGHT, GOT MY ACT ALL TIGHT, ITS GOTTA BE TONIGHT MY LITTLE SCHOOL BABE!”

“YOUR MOMMA SAYS YOU DON’T AND YOUR DADDY SAYS YOU WON’T AND IM BURNIN’ UP INSIDE AINT NO WAY IM GONNA LOOSE OUT THIS TIME”

The smell of burning bacon is what knocked the couple out of their fantasy and Sirius frantically moved the pan of the heat and salvaged the bacon that wasn’t burnt. Still plastered to his husbands back Remus started shaking with silent laughter.

“Oi you wanker grab the plate and at least be useful instead of laughing at my efforts” Sirius said a teasing lilt to his voice. Moving away from the warmth that Sirius always managed to radiate was more of a chore than trying to grade 1st years essays even if he did wrap his arms back around the shorter mans waist as soon as he could.

“Y’know, I thought you were getting better at cooking didn’t Effie teach you to cook” Remus said jokingly.

“She certainly tried; you know James was always the chef” in one sentence all of their teasing had fallen, and they were left with the nasty reminder that they were alone. The two of them with their friends all lost to a war that none of them should have been a part of. The tears didn’t creep up on Remus by any stretch of the imagination, they had been waiting for the right moment to strike all morning and he had only just been holding them back.

“I miss them too, love” Remus whispered into Sirius neck where he had tucked his head.

Black Family Headcanons

I'm sick of everyone thinking the black brothers are perfect, they were the product of inbreeding. Of course, they had medical conditions, so here are my headcanons about it.

Sirius is hard of hearing

Most of his friends just thought that Sirius had a hard time paying attention

Remus eventually figured it out because Sirius didn't hear things that everyone else could when they were all paying utmost attention.

After Remus told McGonagall she gave Sirius books about spells that would work like hearing aids

Sirius was confused at that time because even he didn't know about his being hard of hearing.

Madame Pomfrey had to tell him that if someone's family (like his) is inbreeding that the child could have a lot of medical conditions

She told him that it could have been worse but Sirius immediately ran out of the room

He then came back with his younger brother, who was only 12 at the time, and requested that she check Regulus's ears

Sirius might not have liked Regulus but he still thought that his brother deserved to know if he had a medical condition

Regulus had perfect hearing, however, Regulus had Hemophilia

(For those of you who don't know, Hemophilia is a blood clotting disorder that makes you bleed a lot even from the tiniest cuts, many inbreed royals over the years have had it)

To Sirius this was a very bad thing, so for the rest of the year Sirius watched Regulus like a hawk

Anyway, it was fun to bring science into the equation.

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