#romantic moonwater

[indigostation]

moonwater's children's teddy bears (the twins specifically)

[butterli5]

Unhinged Regulus who sits in the DE meetings held in Grimmauld, he heard about the werewolf who works for Voldemort, the same man who had no pity when he turned a four year old boy, the same boy who grew up to fear looking up in the sky or watching his shadow at nighttime in fear of knowing how much time he had left before the next moon, the same boy who became the best man Regulus he had ever known.

He gets the mark so they trust him more, he becomes one of Voldemort's favorites, until one day he is assigned a mission with Fenrir Greyback. He shreds him to PIECES, I mean every dark curse you have ever learned, making his demise slow and painful, skins him alive and drains his blood with a manic smile on his face.

GIVE ME THIS UNHINGED DARK REGULUS I BEG YOU!!!!!

[indigostation]

Remus Lupin is obsessed with glass, colorful glass specifically, Regulus buys pretty decor and glassware every time he discovers him with stars in his eyes looking at some piece

"Did you see it in the sunlight, love?" and Regulus is already at the register

[read-reblog-repeat]

Everyone talks about how Remus could pull Regulus to the light side.

But can we consider Regulus pulling Remus to the dark side?

I mean, both are scared little pups that just want to be loved - perfect targets for a cult.

Creatures are (somewhat) accepted by Voldy, see Greyback, the alliances with the werewolves, giants, etc. While the current government is making their lives hell.

Really, the only problem would be that Remus loves his muggle mother, but Voldemort can be charming af, and Remus is a talented young wizard (that can also be weaponised during full moons).

The promise of a place where people know he is a werewolf and still accept him, where he has Regulus and the Slytherin Skittles… The promise of a world where he doesn’t have to feel hate simply bc he is a werewolf.

If taken in at a weak moment, it could have happened.

[butterli5]

Regulus the first time he had a sleepover outside of Grimmauld when Remus asks him if he wants a snack and then when he comes back with a jar of Nutella and two spoons.

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: friends ༉ @moonwater-microfic ༉ word count: 445

cw: mild sexual content, mdni, credit to @indigostation for the ‘little dove’ nickname, regulus is down bad (as he should)

“this means nothing,” regulus mumbles as he tugs remus’ gryffindor tie to his chest as their lips meet in a searing kiss

remus smirks into their kiss, “whatever you say little dove.”

his voice is teasing and amused yet it has regulus weak in the knees.

he doesn’t do this. have hookups, he’s a pureblood raised in a ‘date to marry’ culture.

it’s unimportant that it’s subsequently also the same culture that holds a special preference to such incestous pairings.

nevertheless, regulus had always planned to be a ‘one and done’ man.

he watched as his brother paraded around his own flavours of the week and any idea that seemed to be dubbed the ‘sirius black way’ had thus removed any will he once had to commit such acts.

which is why it was so suprising to find himself thrust against the bookshelf’s in the hogwarts library being quite decently snogged if he did say so himself.

by one of his brother’s gryffindor friends no less.

remus lupin was an enigma, a quiet, witty and sarcastic enigma that regulus stood no chance against.

the taller boy has him caged tightly against the bookshelf’s, old hardcovers wedging themselves into his vertebrae yet the slightly chapped lips meeting his own cause him to lose all sense of reality.

he knows he is well and truly fucked as soon as remus’ arms travel from where he leans down to meet regulus’ kiss to thread his hands through his dark curls.

regulus lets out a squeak that is equal parts embarrassing and arousing as remus growls into their kiss before tugging his hair.

let it be known that regulus black has never claimed to be a person with a strong sense of authority when stood before a tall, pretty boy.

regulus shamelessly hooks his legs around remus’ hips and arches his back to curl himself further into remus’ body.

remus detaches their lips which has regulus whimpering at the loss, breath hitching however as remus trails his lips down to his neck before sucking what he knows will be a prominent dark bruise tomorrow morning.

“still mean nothing?” remus whispers as he nips regulus’ ear with suspiciously sharp teeth.

regulus takes a moment to come out of his lustful daze, blinking his eyes owlishly before shaking his head without talking.

remus tugs regulus by the chin to lock eyes with him, “words, little dove” remus says, confident yet with a flicker of hesitation in his gaze.

“no, this means something” regulus whispers, lips glossy and pupils blown.

remus smirks wickedly before regulus pulls him back into a teeth-clashing kiss that leaves them both breathless and giggling like children.

[moonydoodlez]

vampire regulus and werewolf remus fucking. Send.

[nyxunderwood]

I've managed to curate my feed so well that I genuinely forget people ship Wolfstar in the Marauders fandom. Love or hate that ship you've got to admit that's a genuine achievement.

[butterli5]

Regulus underlining this in a book he gifted to Remus, who was so confused as to why he would give him a book in french, and so he has to sit in the library for two hours with dictionaries open to translate it.

Michel Foucault, Madness & Civilization

[kaqtusm]

Moonwater? Their love isn't loud, and to anyone who doesn't know them, it might not even look like love at all. But to them, it's the deepest kind.

Regulus is the type to roll his eyes whenever Remus speaks, muttering, "You're insufferable, Lupin," but Remus notices how he always listens, even when pretending not to care.

He shoves a book into Remus’s hands instead of saying "I thought you’d like this." It’s always something Remus has been meaning to read.

"You look like a mess," he huffs, before straightening Remus’s tie and smoothing his jumper.

When they're studying together, Regulus sighs dramatically, insults Remus’s handwriting, and re-does his notes under the guise of "I can't stand looking at this."

He never outright says he wants Remus around, but his insults come with an unspoken invitation: "Go away." (Stay.)

If someone else is rude to Remus, Regulus suddenly forgets how to be cold. "You don't talk to him like that," he snaps, as if he is the only one allowed to be rude to Remus.

Remus never forces Regulus to be more affectionate than he’s comfortable with. Instead, he learns to read the signs.

He always leaves Regulus’s tea just the way he likes it, without being asked. If Regulus ever acknowledges it, it’s only with an unimpressed look and a muttered, "Predictable."

If Regulus falls asleep in the library, Remus drapes his own jumper over him and leaves before he wakes up. (The next day, Regulus shoves it back at him without a word, but it’s neatly folded.)

When Regulus has a headache, Remus just knows. He hands him a potion without a word, only to get a scoff in response.

Whenever Regulus insults him, Remus just grins, completely unaffected. If anything, he looks fond.

When Remus touches him—fingertips brushing his wrist, a quiet hand on his shoulder—he does it so casually that it never forces Regulus to react. Regulus never pulls away.

No one else sees the way Regulus shows love, but Remus does. And that's enough.

[hexa-ro]

There are two wolves inside of me,

One of them likes whiny pillow prince Regulus

The other likes Dom bottom Reggie.

Both of them are Remus Lupin

[ooh-theseus]

“You don’t scare me.” Remus would state plainly, crossing his legs. Comfortably sat on that worn leather couch in their nook of the library.

Regulus sat across him, would look up from his book. His brow furrowing in confusion by the sudden interruption to their quiet time together. “Pardon?”

“You’re not scary.” Remus would repeat, his tone just as calm as the first time he’d said it.

Regulus would halfhazardly mark his place in his book and shut it closed. So, he had heard correctly. What sort of mind games was Remus playing? “Will you at least elaborate?”

“No.” Remus would decide as he said it, offering Regulus that same smile that always seemed to decorate his face these days.

“No?” Regulus would push, indignant.

“No.”

[butterli5]

Clingy af moonwater

[mitproblem]

living together, remus and regulus' primary love language is quiet quality time. they hardly speak when they're in the same room until one of them needs something. even then, they don't always verbalize it. remus can tell when regulus has started to get hungry by his expression, get up and make food, and return without saying a word.

they've existed around noisy people their entire lives, it's a nice break.

[starmoon-y]

Remus, who fucks Regulus in front of Rosekiller, close to the full moon because he needs them to know that Reg is his

[indigostation]

moonwater CNC with Remus' stoned out of his mind and Regulus forcing him inside and riding until Remus has come so much he's just a sobbing, pleading mess