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hey y’all! ch 16 of changes just dropped

hey y’all

as you might or might not know, i’m rewriting the harry potter series for the gays -- and i’ve been writing shorter chapters, but i need to know:

hey y’all i was fucking depressed the last two months with school so heres ch 14 of changes

you can read it HERE on ao3

Read it here on ao3!

Summary: A rainy autumn day takes Remus out for an adventure of a lifetime.

AN: Here’s to me never writing anything from Sirius’s perspective! Maybe one day. I’d actually look out for next month. LOL jk … unless?

WARNING: swearing, coming out, mentions of food and drinking, therapy

Chapter One: If I Don’t See You Tomorrow

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Friday, October 29th, 2021

Lonely, overflowing bookshelves collected themselves in Remus’s apartment. The brown, decaying walls went lucid as he thumped his foot. His consistent leg jumping ignored the chronic pain of it all. Remus attempted for a sixth time to focus, but the chill krept upon him.

He sat back in the wooden chair, crossing his arms. The thick hoodie and scarf that reached his thighs did nothing to aid the damp room. Bags held their place under his eyes as Remus sighed and closed them. He had been studying the magnetohydrodynamics of astrophysics since nine that morning, and his brain was numb.

When he had first enrolled, Remus was a simple Astronomy major, unaware of the dangers of physics and its symptoms of brain death. He cracked his neck and reached for his cellphone. 

Nine Unread Messages

“Fuck,” he signed. At least it wasn’t twelve missed FaceTime calls this time. Remus read the oldest to the most recent.

James Potter: Are you comin out tonight?

James Potter: Fuck, wait

James Potter: Didn’t mean that. Sorry.

James Potter: My friend is hosting a poetry slam, and this guy you might like is performing

Lily Evans: You should come out tonight! James and I are going

Marlene McKinnon: Ignore James, he’s trying

Lily Evans: Shoot

Lily Evans: It’ll be fun :)

Mary MacDonald: You deserve some fun!

Remus sighed again. A poetry slam? It’s like he was a liberal arts major. He glanced at the alarm clock.

4:26 pm

Remus Lupin: When is it?

He had let another day pass him by.

James was coping well, actually, a lot better than Remus had thought he would. Releasing that you are bisexual out to the world may be difficult. He had known his little friend group would react well.

Lily had been a great ally since he could ever remember. She had introduced him to pride events and a queer coffee shop on his block. Marlene McKinnon had been in a loving relationship with Dorcas Meadowes, someone Remus had befriended somehow in group therapy. As for Mary, Remus was always sure she had been in love with this person all throughout secondary school. He had never known this person, as Mary wasn’t one to exactly brag on her romantic life. Though she was never afraid to dance the night away with a stranger, Remus had never seen her with someone for that long.

James was where Remus tensed. He had been the football player Lily insisted on seeing every single day since first-year. He had gone to some queer pride events before, sure, but he looked the definition of a straight, cis-gender man. Remus had never pushed for more, and he never found him all that interesting.

All the same, Remus had come out the previous night and wanted to physically escape back into the closet. Though his friends were more welcoming than not, their together-ness felt shifted. The group had been out for drinks, their weekly round of overflowing tequila and bottomless mimosas.

Remus had really said, “Guys, I’m queer. Bisexual, I think.”

The girls had tried to envelope him into a hug. James had raised his pint and said cheers to the man. Now, though, Remus wanted to turn back into his burrow of a bed.

As if the world had turned against him, Remus’s world was just the same. It should have felt the same. Coming out was a part of life -- only some people’s lives, but still. Remus had come out. His friends swore they didn’t see him any different. But their friend group felt shifted. 

Coming out, Remus thought, shouldn’t be that big of a deal. It was 2021, for Heaven’s sake! Being slightly gay or merely slightly straight wasn’t that important.

It wouldn’t hurt to hang out with them. Remus needed a break from upcoming deadlines and homework assignments. He stood up without a second thought and cracked his back. He really needed to see a chiropractor. There was a cheap one in Chinatown. Perhaps …

The cell phone buzzed.

Lily Evans replied with: 5 tonight

Remus Lupin: Like in 30 mins? God, Lily

Marlene McKinnon: I’m the only god here, Lupin

Remus Lupin: I’ll be there by quarter-after

Lily texted over the address. Of course, it was an hour walk or a twenty-minute train ride. Remus had never been a fan of the train.

He looked outside his crooked window. Wind blew through the broken glass. Rain poured from the dusty clouds. Walking to the “poetry slam” would include a later-destroyed charity shop sweater and ruined corduroys. The train it was, then.

Remus shut and pushed his textbooks away. He threw on a simple button-down and some nicer-looking slacks. Then a thought crossed his mind -- Was James trying to set him up?

James had mentioned a guy Remus might like.

Odd. Maybe James was a better ally than he had recognized. Depends on the man, Remus supposed.

Remus turned to check the alarm clock once again.

4:46 pm

He could make the next train.

Hobbling with an unsturdy hip, Remus briskly stepped to the station. The tube was over-crowd, even in the rush hour. The train arrived as Remus came to. His breathing wavered as he walked into the train itself.

As the train jolted forward, Remus clung to the silver pipes hanging from the ceiling.

Five stops later, the tube stopped suddenly. Other passengers flew forward without warning. The natural instinct in Remus wavered as a body pushed into him. He turned around and captured the man.

Long black hair hit his face, and Remus wanted to gag. How could someone keep their hair that long? he wondered.

The man stood back up from Remus’s arms and looked him up and down.

Hey, I’m echonecho. I am a college student in Michigan; my favorite things right now are candles, books, and my writings.

Quick fun facts:

I crochet a lot.

Writing is not new to me; I’ve been writing stories since I was eight.

I have won every single game of Cards Against Humanity I have ever played.

(A/N: Requests are open!)

Remus Lupin

‘Tis the Season

The Half of It

Werewolves of London

August

Sirius Black

The One Where Sirius Black Wants the Dog Days to be Over

James Potter

Fearless

Lily Evans

Fearless

Neville Longbottom

Pancakes for Dinner

Luna Lovegood

Pancakes for Dinner

Teddy Lupin

The Function of a Full Moon

Changes Universe

Changes

**Summary: **Grant introduces Remus to pumpkin carving.

Read it here on ao3!

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Thursday, October 31st, 1985

It was bad. Really, incredibly bad. Remus’s emotions always were this time of year. Grant Chapman couldn’t wrap his head around how bad the week was. Even with the season, it was a God-awful week.

Monday had been a full moon, another night of terror. Remus would disappear for the night, never telling Grant where he had gone for his monthly transformation. He would never admit it, but Grant knew he was truly scared of his partner seeing that side of him. Through his tough, boys’ home exterior, Grant could still see the soft man he had fallen in love with. Nothing could change that.

Remus was Grant’s person.

Tuesday Remus had insisted on grocery shopping, to be able to prove he was just fine, thank you very much. But a child had commented on a fresh wound on his palm. Remus stay in bed all day Wednesday because of it.

Grant knew he was still recovering. Remus had lost his world, suffocated and ostracized by the only community he loved and was able to peacefully live in. He had lost the wizarding world. Grant couldn’t understand losing your family, but the feeling of loss was one he was all too familiar with.

Thursday, today Grant had been able to escape work early enough. The boys had settled down in the play yard, and he was on his way home to Remus. Everyday he came to the apartment and smiled at his friend.

He was grateful for that at the very least.

On his way back, Grant stopped by the local market. It was Halloween after all. It was rare Grant carried on traditions of any kind, but cutting a pumpkin was his tradition, even if he had hid it from Remus for years. The funny or spooky faces he could carve always plastered a smile onto the man’s face.

Today he wanted to bring his traditions to Remus. Nothing could stop him.

The entrance bell rang as he entered the corner store.

“‘Ello, Mikey,” Grant spoke to the cashier. He nodded and walked to the squashes. He frowned at a new sight. “No pumpkins?”

“Apologies, mate,” came the cashier. “Just sold out. You know the day, eh?”

“Got any others?”

“Only the yellows, I’m afraid.” Mikey pointed to an endless supply of yellow squash. 

Grant gawked at the pile. There had to be twenty there. “I’ll take two.” He handed the cashier three pounds and tipped the boy. He headed back up the sidewalk to the apartment. As he entered, Grant could see Remus lying on the couch, reading a copy of Dante’s Inferno.

Oh, this was bad bad. Remus would only read Renaissance works when he was depressed. Odd as it is, it’s the truth -- something about old muggle books calming him.

“Howdy, there, young man,” Grant said, coming around the couch and dropping the bag of squashes onto the thin carpet. He tipped his invisible hat.

Remus didn’t look up, continuing his book. After a moment, he gave a faint smile at Grant. “Bonjour.”

“Wrong time period, par’ner,” Grant replied. He shifted to his knees, sitting between Remus’s ankles.

His friend adjusted and set his book down. “What’s in the bag?” Remus’s smile turned as he went to grab it.

“I missed you too.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Grant reached the bag from his clutches. He laughed as he pulled the bag around his shoulders. Grant closed the opening and circled it head like a lasso. The bag fell behind Grant within a moment. “I’ll tell you if you do something.”

Remus froze for a moment.

“What do you think’s in it?”

“My true happiness in life?” Remus chuckled at his own joke.

“Oh, oh, good guess.” Grant reached behind himself. Opening the bag, he saw Remus’s expression turn to confusion. “For carving. They were out of pumpkins … so the next best thing.”

“You … want to carve a squash?” Remus gapped at the man before him.

“‘Tis the season, I suppose.”

as you might or not have known, i’ve been writing a long-ass story abt this guy at hogwarts, it’s called changes. i’m kinda bored now that i have a routine with school and such, so i’m gonna be posting more on it. BUT i added a spin-off series in the same universe, called the smuggled stories

chapter 3 just dropped with remus lupin raising harry for a min

hey, y’all, last month i think ?? i posted the first part of “the half of it”

it’s called the half of it, multi-chapter TEXTING MUGGLE AU everyone lives

jily, wolfstar, dorlene

it’s based on the iconic movie the half of it on netflix

Summary: Four years after THAT night, Grant Chapman got Remus Lupin into a party.

A/N: I got this idea from a TikTok, but I lost the video. I’m not taking credit for any characters or the idea of this story itself. I just put it into words. This is based on a TikTok and All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89. I suggest you read ATYD before this, but it’s long and this can be read separately.

WARNING: mentions of drinking

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December 31st, 1984, 9 p.m.

“C’mon, Remus,” he groaned. “We can still make it before the new year ‘its.” He rolled over the couch, draping himself on its back, glancing into the kitchen.

They had been together for little over a few years now, and they had yet to party together, against Grant’s better judgment. Remus had gone through hell and came back years back. He had lost his best friends in the world, and he had come back to Grant. They were on-and-off during the summer of their teenage years. But, he had come back to Grant.

Remus now came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn. “But I made snacks.”

His partner got up from the couch. “You always make snacks. We always watch movies and eat snacks,” Grant spoke kindly. He took the bowl from his partner’s hands and propped it up on the coffee table. “We should go out and dance.” He took Remus’s hands and started to shimmy and dance to nothing. “Go out and get some fresh air. It’ll be good for your well-being, Remus.”

Remus looked hesitant. Going out was not really his thing. Any notes of social interaction turned him into a hermit. Once Grant took him out for a whirlwind of a London day trip, and Remus didn’t leave the flat for three days. There was, of course, little Grant knew of his history -- with the war and all, but sometimes new, happy memories helped. Grant could get lost in his memories of drowning his sorrow and establishing happy, good memories he’d try to remember forever.

“One hour,” promised Grant.

“One hour?” Remus asked.

“Only one hour there. It’s a small gathering, a small thing. If you decide you ‘ate it, we’ll come home right quick.”

“I guess we could go an hour,” Remus finally caved.

Grant shouted with joy. His favorite holiday was New Years’ Eve, always has been. It always granted the world a fresh start, and nothing could be better, especially now. He had his best friend at his side.

Deciding to put the popcorn in a maybe, Grant thought it’d maybe survive the night. Lights and celebrations flooded the streets. Every building and flat seemed to be joyous. Everybody seemed happy as they accessed the bus. Every single soul in London, save Remus. He was bundled in his loose, fleece jacket he’d bought years ago, never threatening to toss it.

Grant smiled brightly at his friend, refusing to accept the negativity. Any tough, difficult memories tonight were going to be washed away within a matter of minutes. The party was only one bus away, a small thing thrown by a friend Grant had met the most recent year at a football game.

It was the first party they were going to together. Remus hadn’t even been to a gay bar! Perhaps one day.

“Hey, Remus, it’ll be okay,” Grant promised, hopping off the bus.

“S’all right, just thinking,” Remus said, a darker expression grew on his face.

Grant wanted to reach for his hand, but he knew better. Remus would never accept that. Instead, he stopped walking entirely. “We’ll be alright. Would you like to go ‘ome?”

Remus turned to him, sending him a forced smile. “No, no, it’s just an hour. I think I can do an hour. Alright?”

“Alright.” He smiled genuinely.

They knocked and met Grant’s friend, a tall chap -- handsome and with a full beard. Grant couldn’t grow a beard like that to save his life. Remus smiled at the two, and there were only six other football players and another couple there.

Though Remus probably thought they were all staring at him and his differences, the reality was that music was playing. The lights were low. Grant knew some, where a polyamorous relationship of four was dancing together and another couple was in a deep discussion over some wine. It was a studio flat, so Remus would be somewhat reasonable. But Grant knew most of these people. The queer football league had its pros. They accepted nearly everyone.

By the time they made nice with some, Grant couldn’t help but notice it was nearly 11:30 p.m. Only a half-hour ‘til the new year.

Grant reached for Remus’s hand and pulled him into a dance. He blushed as he’d just run a marathon, but Remus seemed to accept. It was some disco number by ABBA, someone Grant couldn’t stand but grooved in times like these: dancing away the troubles. The same thing often happened with Def Leppard or the Beatles.

There's not a soul out there

No one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Remus started shimmying with Grant by the time the song ended, yet when Grant offered to sit back down two songs later, Remus smiled effortlessly. He hadn’t seen that in years. Remus was at a small peace. Grant couldn’t deny him that.

Ten minutes to midnight, Grant’s Remus-song came on. The moment Remus told him about werewolves and magic and Hogwarts, Grant equated this song to Remus, his best and longest-known friend. He had taken it well, Grant supposed. As well as you can when your secretive boyfriend told you about a hidden, secretive world you could never tell another soul about without supposedly some sort of punishment.

But the song. Grant heard the chords of piano and guitar. Remus would probably like the guitar if he could play. He beamed at Remus, who seemed to smile slightly at the song. If he were being honest, Remus would be better at the drums.

Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain

He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fooks

Without hesitation, Grant Chapman, known party-goer, someone who lightened every room he was ever in -- howled at the song, tilting his head back, eyes closed. “Ah-hooo, werewolves of London! Ah-hooo! Ah-hooo, werewolves of London! Ah-hooo!”

That actually got a right laugh out of Remus, beaming back at him. He joined in the next verse, “Ah-hooo, werewolves of London! Ah-hooo! Ah-hooo, werewolves of London! Ah-hooo!”

Ah-hooo

Werewolves of London

Heh, draw blood

Ah-hooo

Werewolves of London

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bestie, i reread atyd for the 100th time and feel like grant’s story isn’t complete. i wanna write his story, how he dealt with losing remus, meeting his husband, and becoming a parent

i know there’s some fanfic out there,