[mybelovedmoon]

Nini | they/he | 20s | occasional nsfw, minors dni

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masterlist of my fics below the cut!

Hollanov

Oneshots

Impossible, Intimidating, Undeniable (E) - Shane has a very serious problem after his and Ilya’s visit to the gym. He handles it extremely calmly.

Canon compliant; part 1 of a series of HR missing scenes

Wolfstar(bucks)

WIP

Different is(n’t) Bad (2/3) - The sweater...isn't oversized anymore. Not really. It's certainly not tight or anything, but it looks different.

Love on the Fly **ON HIATUS** - Remus can’t believe he fell asleep on the hot stranger sitting next to him on this plane. He immediately regrets every single minute of his life that’s led him here.

Completed Chaptered Fics

From the Very Core of Him - “Welcome to Lupin’s Luxury Wands! I’m Remus. How may I help you today?” the man asks, and…oh. If Sirius found him attractive before…well, there’s no word for what he thinks now.

“Hello, I…erm. I need a new wand.” Way to state the obvious, he berates himself.

a thousand words are left unsaid - Remus has selective mutism. Sirius…gets him flustered. A lot.

Remus Lupin and the Magical Powers of Frosting - Single dad Remus takes a cake decorating class. It does not go well. Featuring clumsy mishaps, friendship, cute babies, and maybe a little romance.

Becoming Remus this Christmas - Christmas is drawing near and Sirius wants to do something special for his boyfriend. Remus had come out as trans a few weeks ago, and he’s excited to show his boyfriend how much he loves him just the way he is.

Oneshots

as euphoric as this (E) - Remus is trans and self-conscious about his body. Sirius absolutely worships him.

the moon sinks her claws deep (M) - Remus has to go to St. Mungo’s after a full moon for the very first time.

Not a Crush - Sirius knows he’s gay. He does not know he’s in love with his two best friends. Or, a Wolfstarbucks pre-relationship oneshot (part 1 of 3)!

I’ll Tell You Someday, I Promise - Sirius is coming out to his boyfriend, Remus, as asexual tonight. He is very, very nervous about it.

Teach Me How to Love - Remus pathetically yearns for a man he’s gone on one date with. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the man himself finds out just how far gone Remus is.

Some Things You Just Can’t Speak About - Remus has missed a lot of things due to his disability, but somehow, it never gets easier.

begging for you to take my hand - Remus and Sirius are soulmates. Remus, being demiromantic, is not sure how he feels about that.

[ebp-brain]

Remus/Sirius. Before and after.

Remus wants to give Sirius all of himself again. He just doesn’t know if he can.

When they were young, it had been easy. No. Not easy—nothing about that time had been easy—but his feelings for Sirius had come fast and hard, almost vicious in their intensity. Their inevitability. The way he had wanted him, so much it ached, wanted him while believing, almost to the point of knowledge, that Sirius did not want him back.

Then he had discovered that Sirius did want him back. They had stood out by the Great Lake one evening, skating right up to the edge of curfew as the sky darkened over the forest, Sirius’ hand hidden in Remus’ pocket, their fingers clamped together and Remus’ pulse galloping. It wasn’t that he’d thought the two of them a particularly good idea back then—not safe, not safe at all—but he had been unable to stop up his heart. The love had just flowed right out. And he had believed (to the point of knowledge) that to love this deeply was worth whatever pain it caused. To be alive was to risk pain. To be close to someone was to risk pain. He wanted to be alive.

And he had been as close to Sirius as he could have wanted. Hands on his skin, in his hair, lips on his lips, knee brushing against knee under the table in the Great Hall feeling like a current of magic between them. In their flat after graduation, Remus used to kneel on the carpet and take Sirius in his mouth and watch. He would look up at him through damp lashes, barely breathing half the time, and Sirius would watch him back and even though Remus always thought that people who said eyes were the window to the soul had never really looked at their glassy inscrutable depths, he’d felt his lover’s gaze as a searing vulnerability. He would watch Sirius as he came. As Sirius struggled to keep his eyes open and fixed on Remus’ while Remus choked and swallowed, hating the taste and loving him.

But now. After. It’s harder now. Remus tries to look at Sirius like that again, long and open and without barrier, but neither of them can quite do it. One of them always ends up looking away.

The problem is not that Remus believes he’d been naïve when his younger self had decided that love was worth the risk of tremendous pain. He still believes that now. It’s not a question, really, of what he believes. It’s a question of what he’s capable of doing. After.

He had spent thirteen years forcing himself to swallow down the truth of what Sirius had done. Forcing himself to believe that James and Lily and Peter were dead because of the man he had loved. Forcing himself to ask, again and again, when Sirius had stopped loving him. If Sirius had stopped loving him. Remus did not doubt that Sirius’ love had been real. But something had changed, that final year, Sirius’ loyalties or his courage; something had changed that Remus could never have been big enough to combat. Remus had spent thirteen years forcing himself to look this truth in the eyes.

The fact that it had not been true had brought so much back to Remus. Life. Hope. Sirius.

And he loves Sirius now, and Sirius loves him. After all, neither of them had ever really stopped. But Remus’ heart is so scarred over. And underneath those scars? Young, red, tender flesh, still alive and beating hard as ever. Vulnerable and so, so easily crushed. He’d like to dig through the scar tissue to get to it, but he isn’t sure how. Isn’t sure if he can.

He’d like to really look Sirius in the eyes again, on his knees or not. He tries to hold his gaze a little longer every time they’re in bed together, every time they look at each other across the table at Grimmauld Place. Tries not to glance away. He always fails, but maybe someday he won’t. Maybe someday they’ll look at each other long enough that everything else will dissolve.

[thanks for suggesting wolfstar, @mybelovedmoon!]

[mybelovedmoon]

If you can get anon hate, you can get anon love!

💐 You are an admired and appreciated presence in this fandom. Keep beeing you! 💐

oh this is the absolute sweetest, thank you so much anon! 🥰 i will be staying put right here in the fandom just as i am!

[syemoria]

as you can tell. i can’t draw guitars… also im here to spread my remus with eyeliner agenda

[buffycaps]

Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)

RUPERT GILES in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)

[moonwasinpisces]

average tuesday for the lupin-black household:

7:30 am - survive whatever sirius attempted to make for breakfast 10:00 am - flirt so aggressively it becomes a disciplinary issue 11:00 am - explain to first years that no, professor lupin is not divorcing dr black because they are not married (yet) 11:30 am - 4:00 pm - reluctantly do actual work 4:30 pm - get banned from yet another bookshop café for snogging in the history section 6:00 pm - hear sirius’s motorbike from three postcodes away and instantly develop a migraine (cured the second remus wraps his arms around sirius's waist from behind) 6:00-7:30 pm - spend £47 in a vintage shop entirely on jumpers and old records 8:00 pm - weaponise pet names during arguments while james and lily place bets on how long the row’s going to last 1:00 am - fall asleep after a spectacularly heated reconciliation, tangled together in each other’s arms and still unable to work out who loves the other more

[girlreg]

sirius raises an eyebrow as if the thought amuses her, “you had a crush on me?”

remus sighs, shaking his head to himself, and looking everywhere but at sirius like he’s trying to figure out the best way to escape this conversation.

when he evidently comes up short, he turns to her with embarrassed red tinted cheeks and with defeated acceptance admits, “of course i did, who wouldn’t?”

sirius’ arrogant smirk quickly morphs into something softer. something that resembles a smile.

she had a crush on him too after all.

[mybelovedmoon]

kinda hard to have a proper exchange when you invalidate, attack, delete and block when someone disagrees with you or tries to call you out 👍

(as if you don't hide behind the anon button on here - hypocrite much?)

mm well anon hate is not a good faith effort to engage so you’re right, i do invalidate, block, or delete anon hate. if you’re actually wanting to have a conversation, you’re welcome to leave an ask off anon or message me directly, but if not i will in fact be blocking & deleting further anon asks from you because i have better things to do with my life than engage with this bs (plus i don’t want to clog my followers’ dash with it). ​honestly not even sure why i bothered answering this ask or the two before it but don’t worry, it won’t happen again.

and yes, i have left anon asks before, like pretty much everyone else has, and i will do so again too! the difference is i don’t leave anon hate. i leave compliments or neutral questions. hope that helps! 😘

[dailycatsblog]

[mybelovedmoon]

remus lupin would be ashamed a grown ass adult in their 20s who claims to be obsessed with him acts like you do, have you considered not being so shitty all the time?

i have actually, i decided it was boring and not worth it :) i live my life how i want, not how strangers who are too cowardly to reveal themselves demand.

[mybelovedmoon]

get a life dude you're fucking pathetic just do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up

this is actually hilarious to me because if you think leaving anon hate for people is LESS pathetic than engaging in fandom, you’re delusional. and if you think an anonymous hate message is going to stop me from running my fandom blog and posting fics and doing whatever i want with my life, then you’re beyond delusional.

[muggleauformarauders]

Sirius thinking he is pretty good at hiding his feelings for Remus and as a normal friend. But he is the first one to react when something happens to Remus. He is constantly asking about him when he is not around. He stares at him like the most precious person in his life, his eyes glowing. He gets intensely jealous when someone flirts with Remus to the point of wanting to punch them. He gets extremely flustered and speechless when Remus is too close. He leans unconsciously with the need to kiss him but backs up at the last second. He beams when Remus says something nice about him. He listens to his advice every time. Like Remus tells him to try and behave better in class. Next class Sirius just behaves. He is constantly smiling more when he is with Remus. If someone says something bad about Remus he goes feral to defend his honour.

Basically Sirius thinks he is a master of disguise and he doesn't know how obvious his feelings are.

The worst part is that Remus is oblivious. Sometimes he suspects something is going on. But then he's like: "Nah, it is impossible that Sirius has feelings for me. I'm nothing compared to him. So I'll just suffer in silence with my love for him".

Pathetic idiots if you ask me. Literally everyone notices except for James who is even more oblivious than the pair of them combined.

[lady-stardust1972]

remus going to pomfrey almost everyday because of an incurable belly ache that just will not go away

and her just entertaining it because she doesn’t have the heart to tell him this whole time he’s just been feeling butterflies for a particular best friend of his

[wanderingdonut]

@wolfstarmicrofic | asexual | WC 152

Cw crude innuendos

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“Remus is getting dicked down tonight, eh, Sirius? Or is it the other way round?”

“How’s that old bed of yours holding up, Sirius? Ayyyyyy.”

“Oooh, look at those two. I guess that’s our cue to leave boys, heh heh heh.”

“What do you think?” Remus raised his eyebrows as echoes of tipsy flatmates faded out of earshot, turning to Sirius sarcastically.

“I’m so fucking sick of it,” Sirius muttered, throwing a sponge into the sink and turning to lean moodily against it. “I’m fucking sick of the assumptions and the jokes. It’s rude, and presumptive, and I’m sick of it.”

Remus sighed. “They mean well. They’re trying to be inclusive. They just… don’t get it. Can’t understand.”

“I don’t care, I hate it, I hate it. Our sex lives or lack thereof aren’t their business and I’m fucking done.”

“Come here, darling.” Remus opened his long arms and tucked Sirius up against his side.

“…done.” Sirius mumbled into Remus’s jumper.

Remus sighed. “Yeah. Me too.”

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 5 - Acceptance [word count 454]

"Now, class," Remus looked at the small group of third year students sitting around his office, "any comments on the story? Or just on why I insisted it was our pick for this month's reading?"

"Is it because it's Pride month, Professor Lupin?"

"Quite correct," Remus nodded. "You young people might find it cliché at your age, but I will go to my grave celebrating all we have achieved and are still achieving for the queer community."

"Isn't it also because Forster never published it during his lifetime because he knew the subject matter wouldn't be accepted?"

"Exactly," Remus said. "Maurice is after all a tale of love between two men written at a time when it was impossible to live a queer life openly."

"It's so sad... But he still wrote it with a happy ending."

"He stated he couldn't imagine it without them living happily ever after," Remus explained. "But of course during Forster's lifetime homosexuality was illegal in the UK so he had to think about the possible consequences of publishing it on his own life. Now, it might be blissfully hard for you to imagine such a time, but just think that when I was your age we were still fighting like hell to get some rights and by then almost 70 years had passed since Forster wrote Maurice. And yet acceptance was still a long way off."

"It must have been very hard, Professor."

"But it was worth it," Remus smiled. "Worth it also because now I get to teach queer literature to you all openly instead of just quoting it in safe places in fear of someone hearing me."

"Did you ever refer to yourself as an 'unspeakable', Professor? I found it in the novel and it struck me."

"Ah yes, 'an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde persuasion'," Remus chuckled. "Only as a joke I'm afraid, but it is my husband's favourite lyrical definition of his sexuality."

"Is that the handsome man in the picture?"

Remus looked at the frame on his bookshelf, a laughing Sirius with his arms thrown around Remus's neck, the Wales landscape behind them.

"Yes, that's him," he smiled.

"What does he do? Is he in teaching as well?"

"He's a stay-at-home dad and takes amazing care of our two children," Remus rolled his eyes at the interest. "Coincidentally another thing that wasn't allowed in Forster's lifetime. Now, any other comments on the book?"

As his students started a discussion, he looked once again at the Sirius in the picture. Yes, the 70s and the 80s and even the 90s had been hard. But yes, it had all been worth it just to call Sirius his husband and the father of their children.

[mybelovedmoon]

so i finally want to write again but im only excited about two NEW ideas ive had and not any of my 2838394 existing wips 🫠🫠🫠 i canNOT start a new fic rn oh my god

[mybelovedmoon]

i caved. i started the fic (or, one of them, i guess)

[outromoonyy]

@wolfstarmicrofic | Asexual | Word Count: 402

Seven Minutes in Heaven.

"Remus and Sirius!" Marlene’s voice shouted over the loud music of the party, followed by a chorus of rowdy cheers.

​Sirius was practically shoved through the door of the broom cupboard, Remus stumbling in right beside him before the lock clicked shut.

​The cramped space was plunged into pitch darkness.

​"Lumos," Remus murmured. He leaned his shoulders back against the wall, offering a comfortable, easy smile. "Well. We don't have to do anything, obviously. We can just sit here and wait it out."

​Sirius leaned against the door, slipping his hands into his pockets. He just looked at his best friend.

​This was it. The locked door, the tight space, the boy he was utterly, hopelessly in love with. It was the perfect, cliché setup to step forward, push Remus against the wall, and do exactly what everyone else was doing at the party.

​But standing there under the warm wandlight, Sirius realized the thought of making out heavily, of wandering hands and the frantic, sexual heat everyone else chased, just left him feeling completely disconnected. He didn't want to unbutton Remus's pants. He didn't want the hunger or the rush.

​Did he want to kiss him? Yes. Absolutely. But not like this. Not forced by a stupid party game and a ticking clock. He wanted their first kiss to happen entirely naturally, in a quiet moment that belonged only to them.

​Right now, all Sirius wanted was to hug him. He wanted to squeeze just that little bit tighter so Remus knew he was there, and that he was entirely, unconditionally loved.

​"Sirius?" Remus asked softly, his smile faltering just a fraction at the long silence. "Are you alright?"

​Sirius pushed off the door, closing the tiny gap between them. His chest felt incredibly light.

​"I am," Sirius said, his voice quiet. "I just don't want to play the game. Can I just hold you?"

​Remus’s shoulders relaxed instantly, a look of absolute, tender understanding washing over his face.

​"Of course," he whispered.

​Sirius stepped forward, wrapping his arms securely around Remus’s torso and burying his face in the warm, familiar wool of his jumper. Remus’s free arm immediately came up to wrap around his back, holding him safe and solid.

​Sirius closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of him, and squeezed just that little bit tighter. It was exactly what he wanted, and for now, it was perfectly enough.