Hi I'm Noah I use they/them or he/they pronouns. I'm trans or gender fluid idrk tbh I'm also very gay
I'm a teenager so let's keep everything sfw pls (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Imma huge history nerd and probably will rant about it hehe
If you don't like it, scroll away from it
Fandoms:
Marauders era
The untamed
Varian and the 7 kingdoms
Skz
Golden Trio era hp
Fantastic beasts era
Grishaverse
Next to Normal (London ver)
Falsettos
The magic flute
NEWSIES
Ships:
Wolfstar
Starchaser
Rosekiller
Gilderrat
Pandalily
Jily
Dorlene
Rosekiller
Seamus x Dean (firebrush)
Oliver x Percy (bookkeeper)
Ginny x luna (Redmoon)
Grindledore
Wangxian
Songxiao
Hugo x varian
Wesper
(really all the Grishaverse cannon ships but especially wesper)
Paolo x anton (magic flute)
Paolo x tim (magic flute)
Really any ship from newsies, they're all kinda cute tbh
Disclaimer:
I don't support jkr. There's a difference between the art and the artist.
If you're transphobic or homophobic don't interact with my stuff.
I'm Jewish. Idc what your political opinions are, I don't care if you hate Israel, I am not the country, I am a teenager living in the states and I will not be taking shit from anyone for my religion. If you can't separate a religion from a country, don't interact with my posts, don't follow me and don't talk to me
Because last night was the full moon (yes I do keep track 😂) I wrote a sweet wolfstar after the moon oneshot 😊
Sirius raked his fingers through Remus's hair, humming along to the quiet music coming from the record player. Remus was snuggled against his chest, his bruised chest covered in a thick sweater. They hadn't bothered getting him into pants. Maybe later, if he was feeling well enough.
It had been a bit of a struggle to get Remus all the way up to the flat. James had to charm his body lighter and Peter cursed at least ten times on the staircase alone. At least he wasn't too banged up. Since they had become animagi, Remus's moons hadn't been as brutal. The wolf didn't hurt him as much. That didn't stop the occasional injury, wolf-inflicted or otherwise. Just last night, Remus had barreled straight into a tree. There was a large bruise blooming on his shoulder now, but it would heal.
Sirius leaned down and pressed his lips to Remus's hair. “My poor Moony,” he murmured. “My poor, sweet Moony.”
Remus sighed happily, pressing his face further into Sirius's—or rather, Remus's—sweater. He mumbled something, but his quiet voice and muffle of the sweater drowned him out.
Sirius laughed quietly, moving his hand to run down his back. “What was that, my love?”
“I lo’ you,” Remus mumbled.
Sirius kissed his head again. “I love you, too. Are you hungry?”
Remus nodded against his chest. “Don' go,” he said.
Sirius laughed. “I'm not going anywhere,” he murmured. “James and Peter are making you something.”
“Bu’ Prongs can' cook.”
Sirius scratched Remus’s head. He knew Remus wasn't fully awake, but he wanted to keep him speaking, to hear every silly thing his sleepy brain had to say. Not just to make sure he was truly okay, but also because he was so… cute. So sweet, so endearing.
Sirius leaned his head against the headboard of the bed and laughed into the dim quiet. The room was dark except for two candles. Remus always had a terrible headache after a full moon.
“Does anything hurt?” he asked.
Remus didn't answer. He must have fallen back asleep. Madame Pomfrey dropped by with a potion for the pain before every moon. Sometimes she came by after, but that wouldn't be necessary today.
“E’rything,” Remus mumbled.
Sirius straightened his neck. “What?”
“Everything hurts.”
Oh.
Sirius ran his fingers through his hair gently. “I'm sorry, Moony.” He kissed his head. “Shall we fetch Madame Pomfrey?”
Remus lifted his head a bit, just enough for him to smile at Sirius. “It's okay. Just stay here.”
Sirius leaned down and kissed his lips. “I'm not going anywhere.”
The door opened and James poked his head through. He grinned. “Morning Moony. Pete made you breakfast.”
Remus dropped his head back against Sirius's chest. “You always come at the wrong times."
James shrugged, stepping in. Pete followed after him, carrying breakfast on a tray. “I'm cursed,” he said.
Sirius rolled his eyes, but he could feel himself smiling. He helped Remus sit up before wrapping his arms around him again. He groaned as he did, but as if everything ached, not as though he regrew his entire skeleton twice within twelve hours. Everything was getting better. Finally, everything was getting better.
Because last night was the full moon (yes I do keep track 😂) I wrote a sweet wolfstar after the moon oneshot 😊
Sirius raked his fingers through Remus's hair, humming along to the quiet music coming from the record player. Remus was snuggled against his chest, his bruised chest covered in a thick sweater. They hadn't bothered getting him into pants. Maybe later, if he was feeling well enough.
It had been a bit of a struggle to get Remus all the way up to the flat. James had to charm his body lighter and Peter cursed at least ten times on the staircase alone. At least he wasn't too banged up. Since they had become animagi, Remus's moons hadn't been as brutal. The wolf didn't hurt him as much. That didn't stop the occasional injury, wolf-inflicted or otherwise. Just last night, Remus had barreled straight into a tree. There was a large bruise blooming on his shoulder now, but it would heal.
Sirius leaned down and pressed his lips to Remus's hair. “My poor Moony,” he murmured. “My poor, sweet Moony.”
Remus sighed happily, pressing his face further into Sirius's—or rather, Remus's—sweater. He mumbled something, but his quiet voice and muffle of the sweater drowned him out.
Sirius laughed quietly, moving his hand to run down his back. “What was that, my love?”
“I lo’ you,” Remus mumbled.
Sirius kissed his head again. “I love you, too. Are you hungry?”
Remus nodded against his chest. “Don' go,” he said.
Sirius laughed. “I'm not going anywhere,” he murmured. “James and Peter are making you something.”
“Bu’ Prongs can' cook.”
Sirius scratched Remus’s head. He knew Remus wasn't fully awake, but he wanted to keep him speaking, to hear every silly thing his sleepy brain had to say. Not just to make sure he was truly okay, but also because he was so… cute. So sweet, so endearing.
Sirius leaned his head against the headboard of the bed and laughed into the dim quiet. The room was dark except for two candles. Remus always had a terrible headache after a full moon.
“Does anything hurt?” he asked.
Remus didn't answer. He must have fallen back asleep. Madame Pomfrey dropped by with a potion for the pain before every moon. Sometimes she came by after, but that wouldn't be necessary today.
“E’rything,” Remus mumbled.
Sirius straightened his neck. “What?”
“Everything hurts.”
Oh.
Sirius ran his fingers through his hair gently. “I'm sorry, Moony.” He kissed his head. “Shall we fetch Madame Pomfrey?”
Remus lifted his head a bit, just enough for him to smile at Sirius. “It's okay. Just stay here.”
Sirius leaned down and kissed his lips. “I'm not going anywhere.”
The door opened and James poked his head through. He grinned. “Morning Moony. Pete made you breakfast.”
Remus dropped his head back against Sirius's chest. “You always come at the wrong times."
James shrugged, stepping in. Pete followed after him, carrying breakfast on a tray. “I'm cursed,” he said.
Sirius rolled his eyes, but he could feel himself smiling. He helped Remus sit up before wrapping his arms around him again. He groaned as he did, but as if everything ached, not as though he regrew his entire skeleton twice within twelve hours. Everything was getting better. Finally, everything was getting better.
