wolfjohnwolf | open rp post

[It's only recently, and after no small amount of prodding by his friends, that Remus has gotten back into the kink scene. There are parts of it he's missed, things he's not sure how to do without anymore. The community here is nice, they look out for each other in a way no one did in his previous experiences. Slowly, he's learning that this is the norm, and what he experienced was a horrifying outlier. So, slowly, he's rewriting that history.

That's how he finds himself at The Order, a kink club that hosted most of the local scene. No alcohol or anyone who had imbibed in the past hour was allowed in the areas where scenes were carried out, which already was a hell of a relief for him.

He kept to a table by himself, just watching some of the public scenes for now. He had a glass of soda to sip on, and his outfit wouldn't have been out of place on the street, which ironically makes him look quite out of place compared to many in the club. It didn't seem to be a problem, though. There were plenty of other people in normal clothing too, and they seemed just as comfortable and welcome as those in full-out fetish wear.

There was one woman in particular who kept catching his eye. And he couldn't even blame it on her brightly colored hair, because there were certainly plenty of people with more alternative looks here. He tried to be subtle about it, but their eyes had met at least a couple times from across the room, just for a moment.]

[The rumors of an unknown pack in the area had led Remus here, a large forested area mostly untouched by humans. He set up camp, not deep into what he suspected was the pack's territory but certainly in it. His supplies had to be completely muggle, in case they were the sort of pack that killed wizards on sight, no questions asked.

He didn't just consider the possibility that they may find him first. He was counting on it. This pack had avoided the attention of all muggle and wizarding authorities for years-- Remus wasn't going to be able to track them down on his own. But he suspected very little went on in their territory that they didn't know about.

So, it was simply a matter of waiting, and presenting himself as nonthreatening as possible. This was a diplomatic mission, after all.]

[ after the loss of his wife, regulus flounders. he's a young father--a young widowed father, now, and while he's independently wealthy and money is no object, he doesn't know what to do with himself. his children--three and five, a boy and girl, respectively--are too young to understand, and regulus just can't handle things on his own.

it's a car crash that does it: on the way home from some gala he'd hardly paid any attention to. the wreck turns his entire life upside-down and for months afterward he's laid up in physical therapy and dealing with survivor's guilt. they're barely in their twenties and now his wife, the mother of his children, is gone. he doesn't know how to explain to the children that their mother is never coming home, and to top it off he can barely walk.

his wife's mother takes care of them for him while he recovers. his own mother isn't suited to the task, which is perhaps for the best. he's working himself back up to 'dealing with the public' again when he decides he can't just force his mother in law to mother her grandchildren after the loss of her only daughter.

no... he puts out an ad, asks around, and finally settles on a potential nanny for the children. he'd hired remus lupin on a trial basis at first, but the children adore him already and are finally settling into a routine again, so it's starting to look permanent.

which is why regulus calls him in to his office a month into his work, cane hooked over the edge of his desk. it's getting late: the children are already in bed and regulus himself is tired. he's probably going to knock back a glass of whiskey with his pain pills after this, but that's a horrible coping mechanism for after he's given remus a formal job offer.

the butler is ... somewhere, buttling, but he'll have told remus of regulus' request to come see him before he calls it a night, at least. ]

[ the city isn't normally kind to them, not really, but this is worse than usual. at least alucard and remus know one another, sequestered together for some nonsense or other as they are, but it's clear they're not allowed to leave until they do something and on top of that, something is keeping alucard from maintaining a corporeal, human-shaped form. he can shape like a body but he's still a writhing mass of shadows, endlessly shifting and changing no matter what he does.

unsettling, since he likes controlling his form, but what can you do?

he sighs, the sound a throaty thing coming from somewhere in the middle of his mass, as he huddles low to the ground. there are eyes, of course--too many eyes, both looking around everywhere and resting on remus, and a few mouths, though they're not doing anything untoward at the moment. a bundle of black and red and white, feral, ravenous. when he speaks, he sounds a little put out, but at least he's not mad. ]

I'm afraid I'm stuck like this.

[ The High Warlock of Brooklyn is a self-made man. Too old to have gotten into Hogwarts in his childhood years, he had had to teach himself the basics of magic through mentors and books, practice and trial and error. But after some false starts, and several decades of ne're-do-well-ness, he had succeeded in becoming one of the leaders of the United States, well known throughout the world despite calling a single borough his territory.

While he enjoys having a drink (constantly in hand) and some fun and frivolity, spends several hours each night at his own club where he watches naturals and supernaturals dance, he also takes his job very seriously. Which is why he's taken such an interest in one Remus Lupin. Dumbledore had asked that he look out for the young man while he's in New York, to show him the ropes but also to take care of himself. Only one meeting with Mr. Lupin had shown Magnus how much he really, truly, needed someone to take care of him.

So Magnus had begun a campaign. Slow and subtle at first, Magnus had set up the framework for a friendship. They went on little "dates" to bookstores and coffee shops in the sunny side of Brooklyn, went at Remus' pace and kept to Remus' interests. Which was easy, because Magnus enjoyed a slow pace, too, and loved books, secretly. They talked shop and Magnus brewed him wolfsbane every month. They worked together to improve Remus' skills, magical and social.

The High Warlock of Brooklyn keeps late hours and, at times, needs company to keep him going through a long and difficult brewing of a potion. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is also an insanely classy man, which is why he texts Remus at 2 AM with a simple: ]

U up?

for metamorphing

for packfirst

we got some nanny au in here

dup analog

hp/sh smushy smushy kissy kissy