#moony my moonage daydream

[padfootsaphrodite]

Sirius referring to Remus as “my moonage daydream” will always put a smile on my face. It’s the silliest thing but it’s beautiful and only a term Sirius can use because yes, Remus is his moonage daydream.

[remuslupinsbf]

happy birthday to my beautiful beautiful beautiful moony man <333

[heeheelamon]

‘Moony’ has become:

Moonbeam

Moonshine

Moonster

Moons

Moonpie

Mooncake

Moony mine

Moonykins

Moony Woony

Moomoo

Moony Loony

Remoony

Moonage Daydream

My Moons

I’ve literally spent over 6 months slowly compiling this list of nicknames. I’ve reached my limit. If you have any suggestions please let me know.

[marigold-hills]

June 8: bubbles | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 500

PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART • FIRST PART

cw: use of drugs (magical equivalent of weed)

James and Sirius are laying about James’ bed, hands and legs in disarray, giggling. Above them float iridescent bubbles, the light of the dying day refracting through and emitting distorted rainbows onto the walls.

Each time a bubble bursts it fills the room with sweet-smelling smoke, and the two get another hit and fall into another bout of laughter.

“Pads, Padfoot, Paddy-Pie. You don’t get it. Those eyes,” James sighs so wistfully Sirius worries he’ll inhale too much and float away. It’s a funny thought so Sirius laughs more.

“You’re a masochist, Jamesy-lamb. What were you told? Keep out of my eyesight or I’ll rip out your kidneys?”

“So sweet,” James almost moans through another giggle. “So lovely. I hope you’ll get this one day, Pads. It feels… well it feels a bit like this, actually,” he waves a vague hand around the scented air of the room, “only even better.”

“No thanks, I don’t fancy an impromptu nephrectomy.”

“Nah. That’s not for you. You need someone nice, who’ll take care of you.”

Sirius wraps a hand around the gilded oyster around his neck and thinks of the colour of the eye within it. Thinks of a hand underneath his shirt.

Weird thought, he decides.

“Moony still at the library?”

“That funny swot. He needs more sleep, he does, have you seen the bags under his eyes?”

“Thanks, Prongs,” comes the Moony voice, one of a kind, from behind them, full of laughter. “You truly know how to compliment a guy.”

“Moons!” Sirius rolls forward, an excited dog greeting its favourite person. “My moonage daydream, I have stollen chocolate cake for you from dinner.”

Remus puts a hand on Sirius’ hair, sits on the bed by him. “You have? Always so thoughtful for me.”

“Thoughtful, my arse,” James interjects the moment, “if he were thoughtful, he’d have stolen you actual dinner. Moony, you look about five minutes away from keeling over.”

The hand petting through Sirius’ hair takes out some of the sting from the words, but James is right, isn’t he?

“And you two are high as hippogryphs the night before an exam. That horse isn’t looking very tall, Prongs.”

Remus looks down at where Sirius worked his head into his lap (when did that happen?), eyes soft and lovely. He looks so pretty like this, even with the dark circles under his eyes.

“May I have my cake, mo réalta?”

Sirius tries to stand up to get it, but the hand in his hair keeps him from moving.

“Don’t. Just tell me where it is, please.”

Remus gets his cake and sits back down on the bed, with a gentle hand manoeuvres Sirius’ head back onto his thigh. Rips off a piece of cake with his fingers and feeds it to Sirius. Another bubble bursts somewhere above them, the air becoming almond-sweet.

Suddenly, Sirius is hungry. “This is the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”

James, uncharacteristically quiet, bursts out in almost manic laughter. “That’s the bubbles talking, Padfoot.”

NOTES:

part 8! Of 30 :)

Early morning chapter courtesy of my lack of sleep :)

I kept thinking of bubbles left over in a shower or a bath when deciding what to write for this, but figured that’s too early in the story yet :)

hope everyone has an excellent weekend ❤️

@moon-girl88 @digital-kam @tealeavesandtrash @sweetstarryskies @alltoounwellll @hunnybeemarie @hoje--aqui @annaliza999 @hihimissamericanbi

(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged in next parts)

[emmawithtwoms]

The history of magic classroom

@wolfstarmicrofic day 9, 988 words

The history of magic classroom has always been, in Sirius’ eyes (and all of Hogwarts’ really), the best place to take undisturbed naps. Professor Binn’s voice always acted as white noise for the tired students, and the extremely boring class was always taught in the early mornings, lulling all of the pupils, who still hadn’t managed to rub the sleep out of their eyes, back into the dream’s realms. 

Well, all of the students, except for one. 

Remus Lupin was, quite possibly, the only boy in all of Hogwarts to not only manage to stay awake during Binn’s lessons, but to actually enjoy them, taking notes and gladly sharing them with the rest of the class, also helping younger students revising and giving many free (and actually interesting) lessons for whoever was in need. Not even Lily Evans, classified swot, could bring herself to enjoy that class, but to Remus, it was one of the most interesting lesson in Hogwarts, managing to stay top of his class every year. 

That’s why that particular Tuesday morning was exceptionally grimm for poor Remus. You see, not only January’s full moon came on a Saturday night, not only it came the night of his anniversary with his incredible, stunning and fabulous boyfriend (his words, although Remus totally agreed), making him too weak to properly celebrate (with a date and very through snogging session, in his mind), but the moon was also a bad one, leaving him bedridden for the following couple of days, impeding him from participating to his favourite classroom. 

Therefore, the pout on his lips and his grumbling while alone in the infirmary were totally understandable, even if not shared by his friends. And that’s how Sirius found him at the end of the school day: reading a (very boring, in Sirius’ opinion) book about the goblin revolution that they were studying in class, with a very prominent crease on his eyebrows given by his frown (Sirius believed that the frown hadn’t left his brows sinvìce that morning, when mrs. Pomfrey forbid him to leave the infirmary). 

“Moonyyy, you know you shouldn’t frown, it will give you wrinkles.”

Sirius proceeded to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead with his thumb, followed by his lips. He clearly saw all of Remus’s tension leave his body, making him melt against his boyfriend’s affections. 

“Hey pads, how was the school day?”

Sirius took his hand and started playing with his fingers, as he often did when talking to him. 

“It was fine, I managed to charm Snivellus’ chair so that he got stuck to it during Charms, and Mulciber got detention for causing an explosion during potions, it was brilliant”

“And I guess you had nothing to with the sudden blowing of his cauldron”

“Actually, my dearest Moony, I did not, even if I wished it was my doing. No, I think this time it was Evans and the girls, getting revenge after hearing that prick bad mouthing some muggleborns. You know, those girl can actually be pretty scary, when they put their minds into it”

“Oh yeah, tell me about it, we just gotta be thankful that they decided to be our friends, otherwise we would be screwed.”

“And all thanks to you, my Moonage daydream, you charmed our way into their hearts, opening the door for us to sweep through and settle into their lives”

“Huh, seems like I’m quite the charmer then, is that what I did with you? ”

“Don’t be ridiculous, my bright Natural Satellite. Nope, you stole my heart right away and never gave it back, you little thief.”

“Well, lucky me, now I have the most precious treasure in the world in my hands, and I don’t really plan of giving it back”

At that he squeezed Sirius’ hand, looking at him and blushing, like the romantic sap he is. 

“Oh Moony, my Moony, all those books really taught how to enchant me with your words, did they?” 

Remus couldn’t answer, because he was swept in a kiss by Sirius, and well, let’s just say that when Sirius Black kisses and holds you like you’re the most important thing in the world, there is not much else that your brain can concentrate on, for Remus, it was just SirusSiriusSiriusSiriusSirius. 

But then Sirius suddenly broke the kiss, (quite rudely, if you ask Remus). 

“Oh, I almost forgot, I’m meant to give you something!”

And he started rustling in his bag, looking for said something 

“There!”

Sirius handed Remus a little pile of parchment, that was neatly stored in his bag

“What is this, love?”

And he started scanning them, ignoring the puddle that Sirius became hearing the pet name. 

“It’s just today’s note, I wouldn’t want my favourite swot to lose his precious class time”

And there, in Remus’ hand, neatly written with a perfect posh cursive, were the notes for the whole day, not only of the subjects that Sirius actually enjoyed, like Charms, but also of...

“You didn’t!!! You actually stayed awake during History of Magic to take notes for me???” 

The notes were neatly written, clearly taken with the only purpose to be gifted to Remus, seeing the amount of messages, hearts, “I love you”s, and doodles that Sirius left in the margins for him. 

Now, this might not seem like a big deal for many, but to Remus, the fact that Sirius not only stayed awake during a class that he hated, but actually put in the effort taking notes just to gift them to Remus, without even using them for himself, was the most heartwarming gift he could have gotten post moon. 

“Oh, you beautiful, beautiful man, how did I manage to deserve something so special like you?”

“It’s quite simple, my stunning Night Howler: you were trapped by my insanely good looks, my charm, my flashing grin, my amazing personality,  my ass…” 

“Sirius”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me”

And kiss him he did. 

[sasagehoes]

MOONAGE DAYDREAM

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕;; 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⭒˚☽ ✴︎˚｡⋆;; More friends and a lot more misteries, life is just getting better but will that last? After all we have only just begun

1976-1981

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a/n: This takes place on the events before, during and after the wizarding war, this series is part of a series, which will tackle more of the events in the golden trio era, the reader is hispanic but i couldnt care less if you're not, this is for everyone! [translations will be given]. English is not my first language, so i apologise for any grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

wc: 6.6k

CW: foul language /Walburga slight xenophobia/suggestive jokes/suggestive scenarios

The sun was setting behind Godric's Hollow as you all apparated back to the Potter’s residence, as soon as you all landed on the living room, Remus started talking about how ‘groovy’ his parents were, especially his mum. How she's such a great cook, always has her garden in order, and how well she is with animals. “She’d love you” he said looking back to throw you a smile whilst he packed his last bags, containing his newly bought school supplies, “I tend to have that effect on mom’s” you say with a matching expression. Effie’s laughter was heard from the kitchen.

Everything now officially packed and in order, you and the marauders stared at the Floo entrance waiting for the Lupin’s, “Are they getting here soon, Moony?” Sirius asked, clearly anxious to see the two, Remus sighed “You guys seem in such a hurry for me to get up and go” Sirius smirked at his friend “what made you think of that àillean?” {darling}.

James just laughed as Remus, who was rather flushed, grabbed the nearest candlestick ready to throw it at Sirius when suddenly the floo entrance was heard and an instant “Remus John Lupin put that down” Hope said sternly, a smile betraying her words. He rushed to where his parents stood and hugged them as if he hadn't seen them less than three days ago.

Monty hurried to the living room to greet them and Effie was soon to follow, “Lyall, Hope! So happy to see you two” Monty said with a big smile, going to hug both of them “I hope John didn't cause you any trouble” he said in a jokingly manner, looking at Remus sideways

“ Oh please, Lyall, you know that kid is a saint!” Effie said, giggling while squishing Remu’s cheek, making him fluster. “I believe this is yours love” Hope said, handing the candle stick to Euphemia.

“Would you guys like to eat before you see yourselves out?” Monty asked the Lupin’s to which Lyall had to refuse saying something along the lines of them having already eaten and had food ready for Remus at home. Not that you were paying too much attention to the conversation, too distracted thanks to Hope’s voice.

“And who might this be?” Hope asked with a bright smile, her eyes moving to meet yours. “Oh! she is our goddaughter, she’ll be attending Hogwarts starting this semester” Effie replied

“I see!, well nice to meet you young lass, im Hope, and this is my husband Lyall” she said pointing to her husband “‘Ello” he replied plainly, but in a pleasant way

You introduced yourself while offering a handshake to both of them, not really used to so much human interaction in less than 72 hours. “Well!” Hope clasped her hands “I think it's time to go home, don't you think sweetie, go get your stuff. Your poor dad’s back can't with all that”

“My back is just fine” he grumbled, making Remus and James give him a look, which he just smiled at. “Again thank you again for everything you two, see you at the station boys, do take care” she said, entering the floo “Oh and you too dear! See ya soon” And just like that, they were gone

You turned to look at James and Sirius, “They seem so nice!” Sirius couldn't agree more. They were both so calm and understanding, even in the worse scenarios

You turned to look at Sirius, expecting him to say something along the lines about going to pack his bags so you opted to talk instead. “Sirius?” you asked. He only hummed

“Are your parents picking you up now, or will you meet them at the train station tomorrow?” His smile dropped, and Jame’s smile turned sour. “Neither” he replied with a mix of sadness and rage, “Oh,then when will you see them?” You asked once more, not noticing James body language, telling you to stop. “Well kids! I think it’s time to go to bed now, tomorrow is a very exciting day for a certain someone” Euphemia said looking at you before she continued “So you two go to bed,and you dear i'm gonna give you some great advice for your days in Hogwarts”

Sirius stood up and walked out of the living room, Euphemia laid a soothing hand on his shoulder and said something in his ears. James looked at you with an expression that you couldn't really name. You tried to say goodnight, but it fell on deaf ears as they both went up the stairs. Effie went up to you and pointed at the sofa, offering you to sit down once more. “Dear, I know it was not your intention, but try to refrain from talking about his family in front of him, we are his family now, alright?” You nodded “I guess I should've been more mindful, I'll apologize in the morning”.

She smiled tenderly, “Don't beat yourself over it too much, go to bed and sleep well, tomorrow might be a little overwhelming for you” Kissing the top of your head she bid you goodnight, and you left for your room.

Euphemia waited for you to go up the stairs and for the door to close, and stood up from the couch so fast her knees popped. She walked to the back garden, where she saw her husband with his head back, staring languidly at the stars on the wooden bench. She sat next to him and held his hand in hers, snapping him out of his trance

“Mi vida, I'm sorry my mind is not where it should be” he said, looking at her with tear brimmed eyes.

She squished his hand firmly “Is it about Ronan?” The question was barely above a whisper, just saying his name made them realize that life is fleeting.

He only nodded. Even if it's once a month, Ronan always crossed their minds, and now more than ever, a constant reminder of his existence re entered their lives. He took off his glasses, trying to disguise his tears, and Euphemia could only tear up at the sight. Fleamont was sensitive and kindhearted, one of the many reasons why she fell in love with him, but seeing his walls crack and fall to the ground made her feel helpless.

“I think we should t-” she spoke not long before Fleamont interrupted Her. “Carmen would kill us if she could, you know that my love” it was now his turn to squeeze her hand, running his thumb in a reassuring manner.

“I know, but she'll find out soon. What do we do then” she looked him in the eyes, trying to find solace behind them. “When she does, we'll be there for her, but it's not our call to make, the one that did is no longer with us”. To no avail.

Morning came, and most of your suitcases were locked and loaded next to the entrance. No one was awake just yet, but you. You had pancakes on the stove, and some berries picked and cut on a yellow bowl next to the jug of orange juice on the counter. Following a simple recipe that you once saw on the television, you battered up some whipped cream. Before you heard the door of the rooms open, the table was served.

Effie walked down the stairs with a smile on her face as she saw you cleaning up the kitchen. “Now this is a lovely surprise” her face was beaming, looking at the pancakes with sugary white powder on top and berries adoring the sides. She went to sit on the chair that had an extra pancake on the plate, but before she could grab a fork, you intervened.

“Sorry Effie, that one's for Sirius.. you know as an apology of sorts” Your eyes were trained on the floor, embarrassment in your features. She just smiled at you and sat in another chair.

Like mother, like daughter, she thought.

“Don't you worry dear, these look scrumptious!”

She had almost finished when suddenly James came running down the stairs before halting at the middle, “Blimey!” With that, he ran back to his room and came back with his glasses on. Behind him was a groggy Sirius with a serious case of bedhead.

James went up to kiss his mom's cheek and sat down next to her, Sirius sat next him and smiled when Monty, who had come down not long after them, fixed his unruly hair. Flemont kissed his wife good morning and sat down.

“You cooked this?” James asked you while chewing in a piece of the pancake. You nodded after taking a sip of orange juice.

“It's really good” Sirius added, looking at you

“Hey! Why does he get three, and I get two” James whined after seeing his friend's plate

You just shrugged “I made one extra, I guess, should have sat in that chair dimwit”. James placed his hand dramatically against his chest and gasped, making the adults laugh. “Alright kids, let's get going, we have to get to the station, up up!” Effie ushered you all out of the chairs and up the stairs.

You packed some things that were missing as well as some clothes Effie gave you. After a while, you were interrupted by a knock on the door, by the doorway stood Sirius with his leather jacket on and a small backpack decorated with more muggle band pins. “Hey, just wanted to say thanks for breakfast, and about the whole parent thing last night, don't worry about it, yeah?” His voice was calm, but the way He toyed with his cuticle said otherwise

You held two thumbs up and smiled “Do you need help packing something, or are you guys all set?” You ask him, closing the latch of your briefcase. He stopped leaning on the door frame and scoffed “James is still trying to pack his bloody books” You chuckled and went to their shared room. There, James stood, all the books and new supplies splayed across his bed, and at least his clothes were packed.

“Come on James time to pack, we leave in ten” you say with a hand on his shoulder, “Mom will chase me down the house if she sees I forgot to pack” he said with a breathy laugh and started organizing all the books in ways that would let the other fit as well.

After a couple of minutes of playing with the space, all his bags were done and laid in front of the main entrance, all ready to leave. As you all waited, Fleamont and Euphemia came down the stairs in their casual attire. “I don't want to receive any messages from any of you saying you left something home, alright?” Fleamont said with his eyes squinted, you all nodded

“Come here very quick dear” Monty whispered before pulling a pair of gloves from his pockets. “People frown upon blood magic, don't try to explain, no lo entenderán, no one will question it now because the weather calls for gloves, yet once it gets more humid they'll start asking questions” He paused and started to slide said gloves on your hands, carefully, not wanting to open up any scabs. “If anyone, I mean it, anyone, bothers you for it you call me or Euphemia, understood?” You nodded firmly, looking at his eyes, then hugged him. Euphemia could only smile at the sight. Just before any tears could start flowing, she cleared her throat and spoke “Alright then, off we go”

You all quickly grabbed your bags and apparated to a train station somewhere in Britain, Sirius had explained that this was a normal train station, not everyone was a witch or a wizard,you'd think if five people just showed up out of thin air on a semi crowded station people who've only seen magic behind a screen would be astonished, scared even. But no, no one even batted an eye, everyone minded their own business, too engrossed in their own things, maybe if people paid more attention to their surroundings, more would believe in magic.

Monty and Effie wanted to stay and bid you all farewell insisting that being late to work once isn't that big of a deal but you kept saying it would be alright and Sririus said something along the lines of “ what a great example you are giving us” with a smug smirk, with that thy left and kissed the foreheads of all of you and apparated back, not before giving you your ticket.

“We’re going to go find our friends so you can meet them, alright? Don't move an inch” Sirius said, trying to stifle a laugh and James, not seeming to catch the hint, looked at him worriedly pointing at the ticket, but he just grabbed his hand and bolted out running “What about the ticket man?” “Lets see if she gets it shh”

So there you stood, two carts filled with equipment with no owners and a ticket in your hand

You stood next to a pillar and looked at your ticket, looked at the station number in front of you, then back at the ticket. “What the fuck?” you muttered

“You’re not gonna find it by looking at the signs. After all, they were designed by muggles” a voice said behind you. You looked towards the direction the voice came from, expecting to find Sirius’s face accompanied by his smirk, but instead, your eyes were met with…one of the creepy ones, with a woman next to him. Your face turned sour.

“I thought i told you to back-”

“Mother, this is the person I mentioned to you about after our trip to Diagon” he interrupted, causing you to scowl at him.

The woman next to him looked at you, and her unamused face quickly turned into a smile, fake as fake can be.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Rouge, I do hope we become acquainted” she said

You blinked twice as all the high society manners, learned in infancy, came back to you in a matter of seconds. “The pleasure is mine Lady….Oh you must forgive me! I'm so forgetful with surnames, but it truly is a pleasure to finally meet you” Your comment seemed to have taken her back.

“Our family’s name is hard to forget, yet I do understand that it must be unusual, given from…where you come from” try as she might, the disgust on her face was palpable.

‘What a bitch’ you thought

“Our house is but the most ancient and noble, House of Black” she continued

oh.

“I’ll make sure to remember this time, Lady Black. This has been lovely but I must get going, it was great to see you again…friend” you say in a plain manner, ready to turn on your heel to go find your friends until you heard her speak again.

“Regulus, do help her find her way to the train will you” she said sternly

“Yes mother” With that, he took your cart and left without giving you a say in anything. He kept walking with your cart quite fast, making it hard for you to catch up. “Hey! Could you stop, i'm not supposed to move. I'm waiting for friends” You barked at him, yet he showed no signs of stopping. “Hey!” You yelled once more, and he halted, thinking he finally listened to you, you sighed. “We have arrived”

Arrived where? What the actual fuck is wrong with these people?

Your apparent destination was a brick wall. Lovely.

“Go straight into that wall, and you'll find the train” he said, grey irises look at you. You laughed “Look man i know you don't like me, but I'm not that stupid.. I don't want a concussion”

He rubbed his temple exhausted. “I hope Pandora is wrong ‘cause you are unbearable, just follow instructions and get lost, I have friends to find and I don't fancy missing the train”

“You know what, fine, go look for the others weirdos” “How original” he scoffed as he walked away

You decided to just do what he said. What's the worst that could happen? Embarrassment? Concussion? Please.

You grabbed the cart and ran as fast as you could through the bricked wall, praying to all the gods to let this be true and not get seriously injured in the process.

Guess they listened!

You opened your eyes once again, and there you stood, in front of a beautiful red train. Hundreds of kids bidding farewell to their parents and a couple crying at the thought of leaving once more. Entering the train, you put your belongings in the compartments and walked to try and find a booth to sit in.

You went past at least three full booths and one who seemed to fit one more passenger, but those two were quite busy, to say the least , Lovely reunions all around. Still no Marauders in sight.

Your search ended when you found one that had two sleeping students, so quietly you slide open the doors and sit on the opposite side of them

As soon as you sat down the girl woke up, scaring the soul out of you, her eyes were groggy, as was her voice once she spoke “You're that new student” voiced in more of a statement than a question

“Straight to the point I see” you said unfazed. Her eyes met yours, pupils wide and intensely set on reading you. The color reminded you of the blue of the sea back home

Pretty

“Dalia, you know it's wrong to stare” the previously sleeping boy spoke, breaking the tension. Pulling her back from her staring contest before continuing “I apologize for her conduct, she hates train rides, so she took some - muggle magic if you know what I mean” his Irish accent thick

You chuckled “I see, make sure she gets some water after the magic wears down” He nodded “Will do”

“My name is Soren, by the way. Nice to meet you” he extended his hand, and you shaked it, introducing yourself. “It's very rare for Hogwarts to receive exchange students this late into the school year”

“So I've heard” you say with a sigh and placing your carry on by your side. “What houses are you two in?” you asked genuinely, trying to keep conversation going.

Soren's eyes sparkled “I love this question!” he almost shrieked, “Gods have mercy on you now” his sister groaned, her head laid back against the train's seat, opening her eyes enough to glare at him.

Soren only rolled his eyes and leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands supporting his head. “We are both Hufflepuff, which is so strange for our family, the Selwyn’s. They're all Slytherins”

“Which totally didn't cost us half of their wealth and properties” Dalia spoke, still laid back, but her words had some vermin laced in them. “That's not something that matters when you can choose your own path, is it” he turned his head to look at his sister. She opened one eye and scoffed “Sod off”

“Funniest thing is that Hufflepuffs are usually very bubbly and outgoing but little miss sunshine over her’ is quite the opposite” he pointed at his sister with a smile. She switched positions, making her body face the window before muttering a faint “whatever”

“Why is being in a different house than all your family cause such a problem” Your voice sounds confused, and Soren almost forgot you are not from around here

“Right well it's difficult to explain in such a short train ride” he scratched the back of his head, chuckling. “Scaoil é” {drop it}

Dalia grunted from her place in the booth. You decided to stop asking questions, feeling the atmosphere turn a little sour. Soren, on the other hand, tried to make it lighter. “I hear the trolley, I totally recommend the chocolate frogs. They're divine” he said, pointing at the door. You saw an old lady pushing a small trolley cart filled with sweets and chips. You opened the booth to buy some treats, getting four chocolate frogs and a bag of crisps. After paying you heard a low ‘psst psst’ from across the hall, it was a blonde girl with smokey black eyeshadow.

You pointed your finger at yourself, asking if she was talking to you, and she nodded. You tossed some sweets to Soren with a smile and went up to the girls. She tossed her arm around you “Pleasure to meet you lovely, im Marlene” her voice was like, If caffeine and nicotine met..so energetic. “Hiya, I don't believe we've met before” you ask, puzzled, not really pushing off her arm. She walked you to god knows where, but you follow anyway.

“Nope! But the guys told me all about ya” She said smiling “Good thing knowing there's gonna be another girl ‘round”

It finally clicked, the other Gryffindor friends!

You introduced yourself to the blonde and had some casual banter before ending It in front of

a booth, she opened it and there they were.

Remus, Sirius, James, and what you would've guessed was Peter.

“Brought you the parcel mate, Pay up” she signaled Sirius, which he just rolled his eyes at her audacity “I got money for one butterbeer for each Hogsmeade trip Marl” he whined. “So much for being from an outstanding family Master Black” she rolled her eyes “Does anyone in this train know what the word disowned means?”

“Long time no see dove” Remus smiled at you. You waved and said hello to the rest of the boys, still intertwined with Marlene. “Te dije que ibas a hacer amigos rápido!” {I told you'd make friends quickly}" James exclaimed, and you could only laugh. He put his hand on the smaller boy beside him and shook him “This is the Marauder you haven't met yet! Peter, this is Y/n, Y/n. This is Peter. You shook the boy's hand, and he happily reciprocated the action.

“Pleasure to meet you. These three scallywags almost cried when they couldn't find ya” he chuckled. You placed your free hand on your hip “If they hadn't let me to my own devices..”

“I like her attitude!” Marlene smiled

A tap was heard from behind you, there Llily sat tapping at the glass door of the booth with a contagious grin, once she catched your attention she slid the door open. “So happy to see you again, lovely!” she spoke, voice full of glee. “I was starting to wonder where you were, Lily!” you replied, matching her energy. “Rule of thumb, wherever you see these four sodding idiots-” she pointed at the Marauders “You'll see us” she pointed at her and Marlene. She chuckled and paused abruptly. “Lils, where the hell did Cas go?” she asked the red head, who answered with a shrug.

“She's probably out there talking with the lunatics she calls her friends” he scoffed, slumping down on the chair. “Padfoot, play nice” Remus said sternly, causing him to roll his eyes. “Who’s Cas?” You asked, “She’s the friend we told you about, that has friends in other houses, not just Slytherin” he reminded Sirius. “I bloody got it!” he exclaimed with his arms in the air. “I would go fetch her, but last time I went near em, that bastard Crouch had the nerve to hiss at me” Marlene said with a groan. “Just let her be. It's not a crime” Peter chimed in.

“Come sit with us! We have to give you some very juicy gossip, so you won't be daft on the important stuff” Marlene said with a wink, finally leaving your side, not that you minded. “Sure! Just let me get my backpack, Soren is holding it right now” you beam, but their looks of worry don't escape you “Everything alright?” You ask, Remus coughed “Soren Selwyn?” he asked, and you nodded. “Careful with those two, he’s great, but his sister– she’s something alright” Lily added

You just hummed “I'll keep it in mind, thanks” and off you went.

Not far away from their booths sat two ravens and two snakes all while Dorcas, a Phoenix, leaned by their booths's door listening in

“You can keep her for all I care” said Regulus, not looking away from his journal, pen still in thought. The comment aimed at Dorcas.

“Be nice Reg” Pandora hissed, peeking her head through to see your figure down the hall. “She's all acquainted with the feathered bastards” Evan said, causing Barty and Pandora to give him a look. “Y'know what I mean, there's no chance she'll hang around us now” he continued. Dorcas spoke, “Who said we couldn't share idiot”

You sat the rest of the ride next to the blonde and the redhead as they told you about all the gossip, ranging from the latest fashion scandal to which teachers were having affairs with their spouses with fellow professors. Time flew like the wind in that booth, and soon enough, the train took a violent stop, causing you to yelp and the girls to laugh. “You get used to it at some point Marlen laughed and palmed at your back, Everyone was up and walking to the nearest exits when you spotted who you presumed was Dorcas run down the passageways to reach the girls “Sorry i guess i got carried away” she giggled and Marlene smiled at her, “no hard feelings c’mon let's go!” she said, handing her the bag with her name embroidered on the front pocket. Dorcas looked at you and smirked before going back to Marlene and exiting the train

“You ready?” asked James with a warm smile.

Stepping down the train, you stood amazed, there it stood before you, a gorgeous castle like campus, brown and worn down from age but just as beautiful as any other. “Pretty cool, huh?” Sirius smiled beside you. Your eyes started to water at the thought of your mother seeing you now, where she studied all those years ago, suddenly all your belongings showed up in front of you in a trolley, then came the carriages being pulled by what could only be described as undead horses, black and grey in color with gray cloudy eyes. “How has no one died of a heart attack by those” you say, pointing at the horse. Remus just laughed “Are self moving carts that terrifying?” You looked at him dumbfounded “It's this another prank of yours?” You laughed uneasy, and he looked at you as if you said something funny and bent down to adjust the straps on the trolley so none of your items would fall.

You went over and caressed the snout of the horse huffing in front of you, not quite catching the look that Pandora gave you from a safe distance

“See, she's not so different from us, Evan. She’s seen death” Evan stayed silent

Now inside of the school, you could see all the students in all their glory, some hugging their friends, some younger running around the halls and a very busy couple huddled up behind a column, “Do Frank and Alice know that public indecency is a school violation and also a crime?” Peter spoke with an annoyed expression.

“That's only if they expose their naughty bits, rat boy” a very familiar voice speaks, winking at you as he walks away “Lock your dorm tonight, you bastard!” yelled the boy, his face red as a beet

“Don’t listen to that nutcase. He’s got some screws loose” you say to Peter, “tell me about it” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Chop chop, students! Everyone in their robes, dinner shall start soon, punctuality is very important!” A woman with the stereotypical witch hat hollered in the rowdy halls, “That’s Minerva McGonagall, we call her Minnie, just don't say it to her face” Sirius commented “We have come to the conclusion that she might just be immortal, my dad’s grandfather was taught by her” James snickered

“Potter! I'm glad the New Year’s feast has made you so full of jokes, but i'm sure i mentioned that punctuality is what we proud ourselves in this fine school” Suddenly she was behind you making James jump out of his skin “Yes Minnie- i mean! Ms. McGonagall " took a stroll around the gardens and came back. “I expect the Gryffindor table to be full this afternoon. Miss Rouge. I ask you to stay away from trouble, these rascals attract it like magnets! Welcome to our school nonetheless,” She says with such class after just reprimanding the boy.

“Thankyou Ms.” You smile at her, and she leaves, not long before screaming “Mr. Longbottom! I hope this doesn't become the norm this year. Do not run young man!” causing everyone around to start snickering

After being pulled by Lily to the nearest bathroom to change into the robes, not before putting a locking spell on all your belongings saying something about “we may be wizard and witches, but greed still exists “ You don't know what you expected for the restrooms, but they were indeed just normal toilets. You adjusted the shirt and skirt in front of the mirror before putting on the robe. You saw Lily put on a red and yellow tie and had to ask “How do I get one of those?”

“Once they put the sorting hat on your head you'll know what colors are best for you, crossing all my fingers it'll be just as mine” she smiled and you could only do the same. Just as you were leaving the bathroom, a head of blonde braided hair passed right beside you. You snapped your head back and were met with a kind smile, it was Pandora, her tie was blue and white “I think blue would suit you quite well” she whispered loud enough for you to hear.

“We’re gonna be late for dinner, c’mon!” You hear Lily say outside the door frame “nice seeing you again Pandora” Short and sweet, and you left.

Running to the entrance of the dinning hall you met with the rest of the Gryffindors everyone was going past the huge wooden doors “Hope you’re hungry” was the only thing James said before ushering you to enter the hall, at the creak of the wood all heads were now looking at your direction, you followed behind Marlene who kept talking about all her mates at the table while all you could hear were whispers from others tables, she took notice at your nerves and takes a breath “Hey don't worry about them, fuckers havent seen a new pretty face in a while” she said with a wink making you let out a flustered chuckle.

You stopped at what you guessed was the Gryffindor table, where Dorcas sat with a leg up in the stool “Look at her! Our newcomer seems to be missing some red on that uniform, don't ya think” she asked Alice next to her “I agree Meadowes” she said with a grin. You went to take a seat, yet you heard an approaching ‘Passing through!’ and countless yelps and plates clattering near the table. “Great, the ghosts are here” Frank rolled his eyes, and you looked at him in disbelief “Ghosts?!”

“Yes, Ghosts! There's plenty in Hogwarts” a translucent man says in front of you before getting all in your face “Get used to it!” You jumped back at the scare “That's Nearly Headless Nick, he's harmless but an asshat” Remus whispered in your ear, “I heard that young man! I am no such thing!I represent this glorious house, and you, young lady, are not from around here!” the ghost exclaimed.

“Why Nearly headless” you regretted asking as soon as it left your lips cause once it did, his neck split nearly horizontally in half, hanging by a measly thread “oh”

“Nick just let her sit here, she'll get her house soon” whined Marlene “No can do, Dumbledore asked me to fetch her, she's taking a test of sorts” his voice chivalrous as ever. “They aren't bringing the hat out?” asked James dumbfounded “The hat is not to be disturbed. She'll be brought to the hat” “Vago de mierda” he huffed {lazy piece of shit}

You walked out of the dinning hall next to the ghost, hearing from behind you a loud “Red and yellow suit you best!”

The Ghost guided you through the endless halls of Hogwarts, passing classrooms and rooms he said wer out of order or our of reach for students, the so called tour ended at the third floor, in front of you stood a grand gargoyle the size of a giant “off we go young lady” he said as he went through the wall and you just stood there, did he really expect you could do that too??

Needless to say that he came back and muttered the words “Sherbert Lemon” and the gargoyle moved to show a pair of stone stairs, he ushered you to go in and wished you good luck before the gargoyle closed the entrance behind you as you went up. The stairs soon came to an end, and you stood in front of the office, books flying gracefully around the room, shining bottles of potions decorating the shelves.

“Ms. Rouge, I take it” a voice called out from the chair behind the desk. You gulped as nervousness engulfed your body and answered “Yes, i came her for some sort of exam”

The chair turned, and there he was, Albus Dumbledore beard as grand as one can be and stoic as ever. “That is correct, the exam shall determine your skills as a witch” he stood up and started walking around his personal library, taking out books and potion materials “After which will tell me in what year you shall be placed” He placed some ingredients on top of his desk and looked at you “Make two potions with any of these you have 10 minutes” He set a sand clock as soon as his words left his mouth.

You looked at the array of ingredients, some you've never seen in your life, others more common like fruits. After seeing some Asian dragon hair, you instantly remembered Fleamonts lesson on how to get ones hair to look amazing. Quickly, you grabbed the petroleum jelly, the dragon hair, and the gomas barbadensis. You mixed it all in a bowl, smashing it to a thick paste and set it aside for your next potion.

You looked at everything once again, trying to come up with any simple potion that could be made in the 4 minutes you had left. It clicked. Aging potion!

You grabbed some Newt spleens the slithering orange snake and some green leafs, “sorry lil guy” you whisper to the snake as you cut their head off and dump it to the pile of ingredients, next you smush everything up to an orange mush…its supposed to be green. Your time was running out, but you remembered that it involved a common fruit, so you quickly added four slices of apple to the mix, and it changed from an off orange to a deep aquamarine..shit.

The sand clock emptied its top side, and Dumbledore came to inspect your potions

“Very quick thinking, Ms. Rouge yet i was expecting some more practical potions, nevertheless the Sleekeazy potion would be very well executed if it wasn't for the fact that instead of Asian dragon hair you instead added European dragon hair, which would give the opposite effect we are looking for, the Ageing potion on the other hand, was wrong, not only were the quantities of each ingredient were wrong but the correct fruit is bananas not apples”

To say you were disappointed in yourself was an understatement, but there was still hope. The next test was a spell test. You took out your wand and performed a set of simple yet advanced spells such as Aqua Eructo, Aparecium, and Confringo on a poor cockroach who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Next was something you’ve barely heard of, Divination. The test consisted of the headmaster telling you an array of dreams and nightmares, and you had to decipher. Once you got your final score, it came out a whopping twenty percent! The astrology part was rather easy, your mother had taught you some interesting facts about this, making your score improve in this area.

The other subjects were walks in the park, already being quite versed in Charms, Astronomy, and History of Magic, which made the scores on those well-rounded one hundreds. Once all was finished, you were left exhausted, hair disheveled, and eyes tired. “I have come to the decision that you will be taking every class apar with the fifth years except Potions and Divination, this will be with the fourth years given your disadvantage with the subjects, if you get someone from the fifth year to tutor you and your teacher and I see any progress, i'll see it that you go to your respective year”

You nodded already dreaming of the comfort of the mattress, as soon as he finished his sermon the door to the office opened and in came McGonagal with a smile on her face “I'm sure we’re eager to get our house now?” she asked, looking at you, and you only nodded sleepily. She went to a shelf and took a brown hat, worn down by time, and you were sure it smelled of deviled eggs. “I'm sure it's too early to be doing this once again, don't you think?!” The hat spoke. The hat spoke. Why are you even surprised anymore?

She turned the hat to face you, and you were sure you saw the indents that were meant to be his eyes widened. “Exchange student! How exotic” She placed it on your head and it started humming “I can sense the passion and loyalty, yet the determination is more prominent, hmmm ambitious enough to use those transcripts, Salazar would be proud!, purpureus pluvia was it?” it asked “Shut it” you retorted

“Such character! Slytherin it is!” it exclaimed, and it was removed from your head in an instant “There we go young lady, Slytherin it is! Your colored uniform will be displayed in your dorm room once you get there”

Outside the headmaster's office were the Marauders who watched with confusion as Pandora more or less dragged Barty and Evan to their current spot with Regulus walking behind them, face uninterested as always

Evan scowled at the sight of the Gryffindors “The bloody hell these wankers doin’ here” he said “Dorcas control your dog” James snapped back making the girl stifle her laugh. “Probably set someone's pants on fire at the welcome back dinner” Barty scoffed.

“I'll keep that in my list for when we visit the Ravenclaw dorms,” Sirius said with a smirk, leaning on the wall.

“Careful now, pranks led by you are not the Marauders strongest suit’s” Regulus said, glaring at Sirius. Before Remus could say anything, the door opened. You looked around, the tension palpable. You looked at Pandora and her fellow observers, it wasn't her that made you mad but the other three that just would not stop making snarky remarks “I’ve told you four to stop or did I not?” You spoke, completely ignoring your friends.

“Hmm, I don't recall” Barty said, index finger on top of his lips, he was mocking you.

“Don't start you two” Pandora sighed

“What house?” asked Regulus

“Wouldn’t you like to know jackass?” You barked back, Barty only cackled.

“Leave it” James said from behind you before continuing “What house did the hat tell you?” “Slytherin” the disappointment in your voice was evident.

Pandora and Regulus looked at each other with a matching smirk, You slowly turned around as you heard the following phrase come out of Barty “Guess you’re coming with us Treasure”

The Selwyn’s ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

TAGLIST: @barnesandmetal @etyaty

!! Thank you so much for getting this far. I can't wait to continue this series!! lf you'd like to be added to the taglist,let me know

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[butchkaramazov]

a snippet of wolfstar for @werewolfenthusiast (happy birthday, my moonage daydream!)

“care to dance?” sirius outstretched his hand, a single cigarette caught between his teeth. his nails were chipped and painted black, the moonlight dancing off of the silver of his rings as he playfully wiggled his fingers at remus.

“oh, fuck off,” remus popped his bubblegum. “you know i’m not one for dancing.”

sirius rolled his eyes. “ah, come on, moony!” he sighed, taking a puff of his marlboro red. “please,” his sharp voice had a softer edge to it this time, “for me?”

remus’ cheeks had a red glow to them. how could they not, when sirius was being this charming?

“fine,” he grumbled, taking his outstretched hand in his. “you’re getting me a dozen chocolate frogs for this one.”

“anything for you, darling,” sirius smirked, rolling the word in his tongue. the war had come. they didn’t have much time. sirius would take every chance he had to call him his darling before he couldn’t.

remus felt his face heat up as sirius gently raised him from his chair. “may i have this dance, mon cher?” 

“you’re so pretentious,” remus grumbled, turning away. 

sirius grinned. “i take that as a yes,” he said, whisking remus away to a corner of the dorm. good old-fashioned loverboy played softly on the stereo as he gently guided remus’ hands to his shoulders and placed his own on his waist.

moonlight streamed in through the curtains of the dorm room, illuminating remus’ face, scars carved into every edge and curve. he felt his face warm up at the sight of sharp grey eyes running over his scars, his marlboro red twisting in his fingers when he observed a particularly bad one. sirius, however, merely grinned.

when the bridge began playing, he let go of remus’ waist and spun him around, laughing as he clumsily spun back into sirius’ arms. “that—” remus’ eyes widened as he realised he was trapped in sirius’ arms. “what was that for?”

“ah, just a little spin, moony darling,” sirius smirked. “i caught you, didn’t i?”

remus swallowed.

sirius’ face softened as he inched closer to him. “you’re enjoying this, right?” he asked, his voice so brittle remus feared it might break for a split second. he smiled.

“every second of it,” he whispered, daring himself to look into sirius’ eyes. “in fact, i wish we could stay like this forever.” 

sirius’ face broke into a grin. “do you, now?”

remus turned in sirius’ arms to face him. “what would you do if i said i did?”

sirius guffawed loudly, pulling remus closer. behind them, the song changed from queen to bowie. “i would stay here dancing with you for the rest of forever, what else?”

people i think might enjoy this: @lesbianmckinnonn @elysianymph @bugboyremus @romanticeulogizingelegies @enbysiriusblack

[madisongilmore17]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOONY MOONAGE DAYDREAM MY MOONY MOONS REMU REMUS REM WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lostforgottenspaces]

Marauders as bands they would’ve listened to

Remus: David Bowie. he’s a Bowie fan and you cannot change my mind. his favourite song is Starman. however at one of Gryffindor’s many parties, Moonage Daydream starts playing and a drunk Sirius Black comes stumbling up to him insisting that he must “share this dance with my moony daydream”, and he thinks about that dance every time the song plays.

Sirius: ABBA/Queen. Dancing Queen is his anthem. he swings around the common room belting the lyrics constantly. Remus says it disturbs his studying but secretly(ish) he could listen to Sirius for hours. he also loves singing Bohemian Rhapsody with James. the two of the are horrendous and will sing the whole song from start to finish every time.

James: Billy Joel. Piano Man. Full volume. All. The. Time. he also quite like Only The Good Die Young (ha) and like Sirius, he will sing obnoxiously, all the time, with absolutely no shame. the only difference is Sirius isn’t too bad at singing but James wouldn’t understand the words “in tune” if they slapped him in the face.

Peter: Fleetwood Mac. my man took the song “Go Your Own Way” a bit too literally. i reckon he’d enjoy a bit of Elton John as well, in particular Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. his music is all pretty chill. he’s not really a singer either but you can catch him humming something while doing almost anything.

[faggylittleleatherboy]

10 Songs

Thank you for tagging me dear @behaveddestroyerrating

Dead of Night - Orville Peck

I’m obsessed with Orville now and this was the first song I heard from him and it’s perfect and it’s the perfect amount of cowboy, roadtrip and Bonnie and Clyde and I LOVE IT

Moonage Daydream - David Bowie

This whole album should be here tbh but this one is my favorite I think, maybe because I associate it with two things that are really important for me so

Love me like there’s no tomorrow - Freddie Mercury

I have no idea what it is about this song but it just scratches my brain the right way and I get goosebumps all over

Monolith- T. Rex

I just love it. Again, this whole album is perfect but yeah this one is my fav without a doubt (and I just got an electric warrior tshirt and fjdkdjfkfj)

Too much love will kill you - Queen

Exactly the same as love me like there’s no tomorrow, speaks to my soul

Lover you should’ve come over - Jeff Buckley

Listening to it is not enough I need this song to give me head. ITS NEVER OVEEEEEER MY KINGDOM FOR A KISS UPON HER SHOULDEEEEEEER ITS NEVER OOOOVEEEEEER 😭

The Prettiest Star - David Bowie

Became one of my favs after someone dedicated it to me now I adore it more than life (don’t get me wrong I loved it before but fkdkdkf)

Unchained Melody - Orville Peck

Gives me this really specific feeling and hm yeah that’s all I’m saying I’m mysterious like that

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

Don’t know how to explain, it’s one of those that just scratches right there

Memo From Turner - Mick Jagger

Don’t have much to say either except that I’m obsessed with “you’re a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick” lol that’s literally me what can I say

And I’m tagging: @wordknowntoallmen @sommerregenjuniluft @skaistumsnave @sunattacksthemoon @silverscreenlipstick @saturninebutalive @moony-t0ast @greenvlvetcouch and anyone who wants to do it say I tagged you ;)

[thebunnymen]

First part of The darkest creature’s light

MARAUDERS FANFIC

If you enjoy it you can find the rest of AO3 my account is: ninabnormal

Tw: Internalised transphobia

I add a new POV every year, this one starts with Remus Lupin

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1st September 1971

Hogwarts was supposed to be inviting, but it felt intimidating; the gothic Romanesque castle was the copy of the muggle drawings in silly little tales where Remus would be the beast. Still, it was so majestic he couldn’t be bothered to care about the stereotype; he looked around in awe; the lake reflected the castle, creating a dreamy and safe watery shadow.

The girl sitting next to him on the boat turned to talk to him and held her hand. “Hii, Pandora Lovegood, what about you” Her smile was so bright and never faltered.

He shook her hand and whispered “Lupin” with a smile

She looked at him intensely before asking, “Lupin, is that your last name? If you do not like your first name, we can go with a nickname to make it more personal don’t you think ?”

Secretly, Remus hoped someone would accept that; whenever he proposed it to his friends, he should probably call them acquaintances or not call them at all, to use nicknames they laughed. Now without even asking, she proposed to him the thing that he felt he could never receive because it was enough to not be in the right body; they didn’t need to add the name that reminded him of what he was born as.

“I’ll call you Aurora because you remind me of a princess in a muggle book, and you can choose my nickname” He hoped it wasn’t too weird; he wasn’t used to making friends, and he didn’t know what was okay or not.

“Ahhh!! I love that so much, Aurora” she savored the name. “It’s so beautiful; it’s of Latin origin if I’m not wrong; it sounds like Spanish or Italian, languages heavily influenced by it. I would love to see what she looks like if you could show me and tell me more about her story” She paused for a moment, lost in thought, looking at the stars she added in a barely audible whisper.

“Lupin comes from lupus, the Latin word for wolf, so I’ll call you Moony; it’s a rather cool nickname, I’ll say.”

Remus started panicking, but Pandora’s soothing tone was enough not to make him go into a total panic; she couldn’t possibly think he was a werewolf, or she wouldn’t be this nice and friendly or even choose a nickname for him unless it was a joke, but she seemed honest.

He responded to not look weird because the last thing he needed was to be discovered before entering the castle. He prepared for this, he knew someone would know, but he wasn’t even sure if the pun was extended to the name or himself, and she seemed not to hate him, so surely she didn’t know. Right?

“I like the knowledge you have in Latin; I know it’s a requirement for the spells; It will be nice to spend some time with you working, I could tell you more about muggle stories, and you could tell me more about it” She was looking at him in the eyes smiling cheerfully.

He was beyond scared; it was going too fast, his dad warned him to not make friends, and he talked to every person he met. But they also didn’t see him as the monster he described; it seemed like his dad was talking more about how he viewed him.

“I’d love that, Moony.”

It didn’t matter; he would get sorted and probably be separated from her; she didn’t look at his scars weirdly once. She would have made a good friend.

“I love the moony nickname; it makes me think of David Bowie, he talks a lot about the moon in his songs, and one of my favorites is *Moonage Daydream* so it’s rather fitting you have a good eye” He tried to look calm and composed. Still, his hands were trembling, Pandora slowly held it, and he felt himself relax fully.

“Well, now that we have the nicknames sorted, Moony and Aurora,” She beamed. “And I know you will show me good music about the moon most of the time; you must tell me what your favorite planet is and why ?”

He looked at her quizzically, she was a very special and unique girl, and he liked that; it was brave. Then, before he could answer, they arrived and started walking towards the entry; the nerves were suddenly way worse; he could feel his heart beating fast, and suddenly, everything came down crashing; he only had to deal with his parents calling him their daughter, or addressing to him as a girl enough to last a lifetime; He wanted to limit the number of people reminding him he wasn’t who he wanted to be.

But now it was unescapable; everyone would glimpse at him and see a girl. But was he not? He looked like one, he’s voice was not the most masculine, and he had very long hair because his mom insisted on it. He knew why, because it made him look innocent, and she was scared of seeing something else. And what if they all saw that something else and hated him, threw him in a cell, and let him rot there.

Sensing his distress, she grabbed his hand and talked about the architecture passionately. Remus returned it since he loved that. He had done some research, so he knew exactly what she was describing when she spoke about what she wanted her house to look like or what she thought would be pretty and comforting in a school.

She made him forget everything for a moment, to the point where he waited in line to be called and did not even realize it. Pandora was called first; he wished her good luck, but she seemed very confident; the moment she sat down, the hat was placed it screamed Ravenclaw; he beamed at her, which she returned before sitting at the table next to the other first years. He hoped to be a Ravenclaw, too; he read many books and liked learning new things. He was not strong, he was not good, and he was wrong in so many ways, but he was pretty intelligent, so maybe he had a chance.

He would maybe like to be a Gryffindor; he’d like to think that going through what he goes through every month could be considered brave. And there were also the boys on the train.

Lyall told him to keep his head down and minimize the relationships he created to keep problems at bay; Remus didn’t even think he could make one friend, so he wasn’t fazed by the speech.

The carriage was empty when he entered; He went directly to the window putting his head against it and his legs under him. He covered his face with his cloak to try and get some sleep, the full moon happened two weeks ago, but his injuries weren’t healed very well. He still ached in most places, and with the excitement of going to Hogwarts, he didn’t get much sleep.

He woke up startled by the sound of laughter that resembled more a bark; it was more lively than scary, not that Remus cared about that; he wasn’t scared easily when he was often more scared of himself.

He looked around, and that’s when he realized he wasn’t alone; next to him was a boy with unruly black hair that Remus thought was pretty and bronze skin with round glasses that protected warm hazel eyes similar but different to Remus’ own.

The boy smiled at him, and Remus looked at him for too long to not introduce himself. “Accalia Lupin, nice to meet you” he gave him his hand, hoping he would not be ignored because saying his deadname ( he thought of it as his “name his parents chose for him”) and being disregarded in one sentence was enough to make him go back to a hole.

“James Potter, nice to meet you too; Accalia is a cool name” He smiled stupidly with all his teeth, eyes, and face; it was supposed to be nice, but he found it strange because he looked genuinely happy about introducing himself like it wasn’t a scary but exciting thing “This is Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.”

He talked to them, trying to not be awkward. It actually went pretty well; at first, he could see them look at his scars when they thought he was too focused on his book, but Sirius did it differently; it wasn’t disgust or wariness; it was understanding. It made him feel comfortable enough to stay in the carriage.

They talked about Hogwarts houses; the boys wanted to be in Gryffindor and agreed it was the best house. He personally thought they all were equally good since they all had their qualities and defaults. Still, he was happy to hear them talk animately about it. He learned that Potter was obsessed with Quidditch and that Peter loved board games. When the trolley passed, they spoke about wizards’ candy, so Remus decided to share some of his muggle stash with them; he’s had both and knew the muggle ones were ten times better; they actually focused on the taste instead of the magic. They all ended up loving it and asking where they could find them, and if there was some secret recipe in it, it was hilarious to witness. It felt good to be included in something. Remus talked about football and how much he loved it, and they all wanted to try it even though they didn’t understand the concept. During that whole ride, even though he was surrounded by only boys he did not know, he didn’t feel treated like a girl.

So when his unwanted name was called, he already had two safe houses in some way, and that was already something; listening to his name resonating through the great hall was one of the worst sensations he had ever lived through, and that was saying something for someone like Remus, he felt it in his bones, it was like his worst secret, and biggest fear was screamed out loud for everyone to hear, to discover his biggest shame, or second it’s an ongoing battle, revealed to the whole school.

Sitting on the stool, he saw Pandora smiling encouragingly and calmed down. The moment the hat was on his head, he started talking.

“Interesting; Do you value knowledge more than everything ?” The hat questioned curiously

“Knowledge without justice ought to be called cunning rather than wisdom” One of his favorite Plato quotes, “I don’t value it above everything.”

The hat seemed skeptical for a moment, then added, “I feel like you would succeed in the dark arts; it could be a path full of promise for you; Slytherin might just be the right place.”

“Except for the fact the quote stated that cunning was not in the list of my highest values either” He fought back fast

“You’re not afraid to speak your mind, I see; there’s a strong need to succeed, courageous” He stopped talking before he yelled, “Gryffindor!!!”

Remus went there overwhelmed; he did not want to be a hat stall and take everyone’s time; he was a bother the first second he arrived at Hogwarts already. He looked over the table, trying to spot a place to sit down; he found Sirius, James, and Peter looking at him, each with a different look, but the moment he returned the stare, they all went back to their food, he had hoped they would ask him to sit with them since they chose to not separate from the train and he thought they got along well. He didn’t even have Pandora with him, but he could deal with it; he was used to being alone.

Just as he was coming to terms with it, A girl with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes screamed, “LUPIN” He walked down to sit next to her, embarrassed to have so much attention on him; most people were looking at him unnervingly, they probably all knew he was a monster. However, the girl with the freckles apparently did not, so it was not all lost.

“My name is Lily, like the flower; it means purity and innocence, I despise that, but there’s a part that says rebirth, and I do think I’m as fiery as a phoenix also; my favorite color is red,” She said excitedly but in the softest way possible “Now I told you my name and two things about me it’s your turn.”

“My name is Lupin, I love drawing, but I’ve never told anyone nor shown my work. But I can tell you it’s surrealism, and they are heavily inspired by my dreams” It was a profound secret but not a dangerous one for once.

“That’s so cool; if you ever feel ready, I’d love to see your work; since you never told anyone, I’m going to admit something that no one in this school will ever know” She approached him until she was next to him and whispered “I love ballet, but I don’t want people to think that it makes me more sensitive or weak” He knew what it felt like, to be seen as weak, he grew up skinny because he was mostly sick because of his condition, so the kids in the muggle school picked on him a lot until he had to drop out, his parents had a long debate Lyall thought that he shouldn’t go to a muggle school when he was a werewolf that it was too dangerous, but she insisted that he had to live a normal life, funny how that changed over the years. It didn’t matter anyway; at 8, he had to stop going to school because he always had bruises or stolen items, and at 10, he had to come to terms with the fact that his friends weren’t friends at all. So he had to deal with many hard weeks. His parents acted as if he was made of glass, incapable of caring for himself, and a monster made of claws and razor teeth, incapable of being their son.

“I think someone who dared to scream a stranger’s name in a hall full of people they didn’t know but will live with for seven years, introduced themselves the way you did and described themselves as fiery as a phoenix, I reckon the perfect description for you, will never be perceived as weak for doing something as beautiful and poetic as dancing ballet” She smiled something vulnerable and intimate, a secret thank you, the green in her eyes shining somewhat brighter.

“They’ll probably think you’ll use your moves to hit them or something anyway,” Remus added; she laughed wholeheartedly, which was what he was aiming for, and joined her.

They spent the whole meal laughing easily; they grew up watching the same shows and cartoons and kept using the references. They both talked about the books they read, going deeply into plots or giving recommendations to one another. Remus talked about boxing and how it helped control his anger, one secret for another; she told him she was bullied in middle school because of her weight and that her sister Petunia joined them too. So he cheered her up for the rest of the dinner; it was enough secrets for one night, he didn’t want to upset her, but he was glad she trusted him with such a fragile thing. He didn’t want to explain it to her this early because she would simply not believe him, how beautiful she was, truly, her body and weight didn’t make Lily any less beautiful, on the contrary, it suited her, her smile was full of pink cheeks, and it was the prettiest one; he didn’t see her without a uniform, but Remus wasn’t the kind of person who ever cared about that, he thought all bodies were beautiful but his own. He knew it was hypocritical, but he just never saw a body and thought that it was ugly; it didn’t mean he was attracted to them; he just thought they were bodies, functional and working, breathing and living, fighting through the worst battles, protecting them from the worst injuries and virus’, carrying them when they didn’t have the strength, giving them energy when they didn’t have the food. So why hate on a body that gives you all of that.

Remus could because it didn’t; his body was his enemy, his struggle, his nemesis, his inner battle, and his outer one. It wasn’t functioning; it was breaking down constantly and put back together by others while he woke up every morning thinking, is it the day that I finally die, drained, tired, and drenched red and haunting; the virus can’t be fought if the blood is not even inside. His body was everything he hated, and he didn’t want it; he wished every time he could have someone else’s.

[padfootsaphrodite]

Dorcas and Reg. Mary and Sirius. Lily and Remus. James and Marlene. Barty and Pandora. Evan and Emmeline. Pete and Alice.

[sirius-o-black]

Moony moons moonpie my moonage daydream I love you and you're not a failure 💕💕

sirius teases james about liking regulus and james denies it because he CANNOT tell his best friend that he fancies the fuck out of his brother that would be crazy, but when sirius teases regulus about it he just replies with 'and? so what if i do, have you seen james?' and sirius looks horrified

[unfortunatechroniclesofme]

"Moony, Moony, Moony. Moonbeam, Moonshine, my moonage daydream, my lovely little moon-drop," Sirius coos, swaying into him with a breathless laugh. "Moon-man. My man on the moon. The moon to my stars. The—""

Just Lovers - Zeppazariel

[wannabemurdock]

MERRY BIRTHMAS MOONAGE DAYDREAM MY LOVE

You know I'm here with a Bucky fluff request 💛 I don't have a specific prompt I'm afraid so please go with one of your favourite fluff tropes/ideas 💋

Just some wholesome comfy vibes 💛

Moony’s 21st Birthday Sleepover

Fluff drabble 1

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The warm sun washes over you and Bucky on the couch. Running your fingers through his hair, your nails scratch lightly at his scalp as the warmth lulls you into the familiarity of a lazy Sunday. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his torso slotted between your legs, head resting on your stomach as he fights the sleep that begs to claim him. The safety and comfort of your touch grounds him and he can’t imagine anywhere better than this.

The quiet record playing in the corner of the room could never compare to your quiet hums that send soft vibrations down his spine. Your free hand tracing the lines and marks on his metal arm, love and kindness in every stroke.

He’s found his peace.

[krethes]

Smutty Saturday

I missed free-for-all/fuck-it-Friday, so here's an extra-long lil dose of smut and old-man Wolfstar banter from Chapter 1 of Heatwave. 18+ below the cut.

[Remus] thinks Sirius is going to deposit him onto the couch or haul him upstairs, something of that nature. He does not expect Sirius to flop him over his shoulder, his head on-level with his phenomenal arse in those too-short linen shorts, and carry him out the front door. Remus wiggles and protests his nakedness, though they live on a beach armed to the teeth with Notice-Me-Not charms and protective wards, renewed every spring by their godson. Sirius ignores him and trots straight out past their walk-up, over sandy dunes, and right to the water's edge.

The sun is relentless in the sky, blisteringly white and unfettered by clouds. It dries the sweat on Remus's skin, but does nothing to abate the heatstroke he feels is imminent. Sirius skirts the foamy shore doggedly, Remus can see the waves lap at his feet. "Padfoot, I really don't think you need to-- Hera's whorehouse!" Remus shrieks, completely undignified, as he's slung into the surf.

It's July and there's a heatwave, but the English Channel has never been the most comfortable place for a swim. Cold saltwater envelops him and grips him tight, forcing the air from his lungs and sending his heart rate skyrocketing beyond what his Healer would call "an acceptable range". His limbs are leaden, heavy and slow, but only for a moment before instinct and a lifetime of practice kicks in and he surfaces, swearing roundly, his hair plastered to his skull and teeth chattering. "Sirius Black, you rotter!" he shouts, reverting back to his original name out of shock, trying to seem menacing even though he knows he looks absurd.

Sirius is on the sand, hands on his well-defined knees as he laughs at the drowned rat he married. The sound battles with the crashing of the waves but reaches Remus as he wades to the shore with careful, purposeful strides. If Sirius sees him through his watery-eyed guffawing, he doesn't show it, and yelps when Remus shakes his whole body, not unlike Padfoot, flinging icy droplets onto Sirius's dry, warm clothes.

"Cooler now, Moony?" Sirius taunts, taking several quick, suddenly nervous steps back. He's smiling like a schoolboy and Remus wants to wipe it off his face. He advances, slowly, watching Sirius's eyes more than his feet. They are pale in the sunlight, the iris nearly all-consuming as he squints against the sun, pupils contracted, and wary of the beast stalking him. "Uh… Moony…" he stammers after many long seconds stretch between them. He scuttles backwards on the sand a little more and Remus follows with a lupine grace he wishes he'd had as a younger man.

Sirius swallows and Remus strikes. He lunges forward and grabs Sirius around his middle and drags him across the sand, thrashing and laughing and swearing. "Moony, Moonpie, Moonage Daydream don't do this- don't- no!!- ack, Moons over Miami, I've just washed my own hair, you absolute-!!!"

Whatever Remus absolutely was, he doesn't hear, because Sirius's protests turn into yodeling barks and Remus has an armful of mostly-black dog, who is a lot slipperier than his human alternative. Padfoot wriggles out of his hold and nips at Remus's heels, barking incessantly as he kicks up sand. Remus's attack is weakened by fits of giggles -- there's a glistening, fat strand of saliva over Padfoot's muzzle and he's absolutely covered in sand and tiny pebbles by the time Remus sinks to his knees on the beach, out of breath.

Padfoot throws his head back and lolls his tongue out, red against gleaming white teeth, laughing at Remus in his doggy way. "You still need another bath," Remus points out. Padfoot is covered in seafoam and salt and sand, and when he Shifts back into Sirius, he is, too.

Sirius pitches forward on his knees and kisses Remus soundly, hands on his arse and pink tongue delving into his mouth. Remus, after a moment of surprised pause, pulls him close by his hair and sighs happily against his lips. He tastes like toothpaste and sea salt, and the soft puffs against his cheek have Remus reconsidering… he was cooler now, after all that. Sirius’s lips quickly tempt him to sinful decisions, and before Remus can really decide, he’s on his back in the sand with Sirius between his legs.

“Mmm,” Sirius murmurs against his thigh, lapping the salt from the soft hair that grows in uneven patches around thick, overlapping scars. “Never properly greeted you after the show I came home to,” he continues, chuckling darkly as Remus squirms below him.

The sand is white-hot under Remus’s back, but it pales in comparison to the coil of heat pooling low in his belly as Sirius leaves sharp, wet sparks of pain on the tender skin as his gentle ministrations turn hungry. Remus lets his legs fall apart, buries his fingers into the sand to keep from grabbing hold of Sirius’s hair, and submits to the ravenous assault.

Sirius takes his time unraveling him, laves his tongue around the head of his cock with intentional slowness, drawing out thick bursts of breath and yes please from Remus with each minute that stretches between them. When Sirius finally drags his pillow-plush lips around Remus's aching erection, Remus exhales his relief with the barest hint of a whine crackling through. “Merlin, Sirius,” he whispers, grasping at the sand helplessly as Sirius devours another several inches of him.

Sirius hums appreciatively at the praise and Remus spares a look down at him -- lips stretched wide and perfect around his shaft, his nose nestled into his dark curls, his knees braced wide and his linen-covered arse shoved in the air. His dark, wavy hair is wet and clings to his head and shoulders, dripping rivulets of ocean water down his face and onto Remus’s overheated skin to mix with the sweat and saliva, and when he flicks his eyes up to meet Remus’s, he nearly comes then and there. He’s all his, Remus thinks, tracing every line on Sirius’s face with his eyes and feeling, not for the first time, certainly, incredibly fortunate.

Sirius pulls back with a lewd pop and fixes Remus with an admonishing frown. “You’re thinking too much, Moony,” he scolds, wrapping his hand around Remus’s cock with a tut, stroking in a punishingly fast pace that has Remus’s breath leaving him in fast pants. “I must not be doing a good enough job,” Sirius adds, smirking, before dropping back down and swallowing his cock in one fluid movement.

Remus’s spine arches, a deep ache he feels in every torn muscle of his back, but the pleasure coursing through him at the hot, tight squeeze of Sirius’s throat is enough to push everything from his mind except for the low, happy rumbling of the ever-present wolf, satisfied at this tribute. Sirius lets him thrust a little, fucking into his mouth with indulgent undulations, and when Remus comes, it’s a sweet, gentle push over the edge that leaves him flushed and breathless.

Sirius swallows his release with familiar gusto and climbs his way up Remus’s body with only minimal joint popping, kissing Remus’s fluttering pulse point at his throat, the sharp jut of his jaw, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks in such tender devotion, Remus feels he may burst with emotion. Remus winds a lazy hand through the soggy tangles of his hair and smiles as Sirius melts into the gesture, as malleable in his hands as putty. When Remus raises his leg to press between Sirius’s thighs at the cock straining at his shorts, Sirius shakes his head and rolls off to the side.

“Not all of us are licentious enough to get blown in broad daylight on the beach, Mister Moony,” Sirius taunts, cackling at Remus’s offended shout and shielding his eyes from the sand Remus shoves his way. “Yes, I think I’ll take my payment in the privacy of our shower, ta very much,” he continues, getting to his feet and brushing sand from his clothes, a gesture that is altogether fruitless. It gets everywhere.

“You mean the broken shower,” Remus points out, still stretched out in the sand, trying to find the motivation to move, his already low desire to do anything productive today even lower now that he basks in the afterglow of a Sirius-sponsored orgasm.

“Bollocks.” Sirius groans and looms over Remus, blocking out the harsh whiteness of the sun with his body. “Alright, you layabout, you’ve cooled off, you’ve gotten a phenomenal blowie, if I do say so myself, time to pull your weight around here!” He grabs hold of Remus’s bony wrists and hauls him to his feet with sharp barks of laughter when Remus protests. They wobble a bit, but Sirius's body is firm and strong enough to support Remus's teetering bulk.

“But Padfoot, I’m so old,” he moans uselessly, knowing the smile on his face is giving him away.

“Excuse you, you’re younger than me!”

“Exactly.”

Sirius gasps and swats Remus’s arse with a quick flash of his hand, looking truly offended. “I beg your pardon, Moony Remus John Lupin, you did not just insinuate that I am an old man!” His hands are overlapped at his throat and Remus laughs at the sight -- like a fair lady clutching her pearls, he is, the very picture of indignant narcissism.

Remus leans in towards him and catches his face between his large hands, kissing the scowling lips with his own scarred ones, laughing still against his mouth.

“It’s not funny, Moony!” Sirius shouts, pouting, an utterly ridiculous gesture for a fifty-six-year-old man.

“Alright, alright,” Remus concedes, cooing, biting his bottom lip hard to keep from bursting into laughter again, smothering his smile. “Here, as an apology… I will help you fix the shower.”

Sirius snorts, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “So gracious of you, your highness,” he mocks, but lets Remus lead him by the hand back into the house.