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I like to read fanfics and recommend them. 26 years old. she/her

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 6 - Orientation [word count 238]

"Come on Prongs, he's gorgeous!"

"He's also working, and honestly I'd rather do anything else other than steer students towards the right room for orientation," James sighed.

"You know what? You've become boring since you started dating Lily. He's hot and I'm going to shoot my shot."

"Suit yourself, Pads."

When his name was called, Sirius strutted up to the desk, grinning at the older student with the frankly alarming-looking vintage jumper.

"Sirius, that's me," he said. "And what's your name, hot stuff?"

He thought he saw a faint blush on the other's cheeks but then he just looked down at his stack of papers.

"It's Remus. Orientation?" he asked, his voice exhausted like someone who had done the same exact thing for hours by then.

"Oh, very gay," Sirius shot back, leaning on the desk. "How about you, can I buy you a coffee some time?"

Remus looked up again and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks now. Sirius smirked.

"I meant which work orientation you're scheduled with," Remus said faintly.

"Ah, that. The mechanical engineering workshop, I'm really good with my hands."

Sirius was a little disappointed when Remus handed him his orientation sheet without looking up again. But as he walked away and looked at it he saw something scrawled right on top, by a series of numbers.

I'm a theatre student, so I'm very good with my tongue

Call me - Remus

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[diamondmeadow]

by amazing aleks.varh

[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.

[kardamonich]

It's my birthday today!! The best gift for an artist is support for his work 🫶

[lesserknownhero]

Things I love about this

1. Bucky sees Alpine as a partner and speaks to her as such

2. Steve knows this and does not question it, also doesn't question Al's attack capabilities

3. These men are over 100 years old and still very ridiculous

[kingofsorrow20]

I absolutely love these panels. It sums them up perfectly.

[cherrylusstuff]

i need a 2000s romcom wolfstar au...i want them sharing wired earbuds, exchanging sms on colorful flip phones and making cd mixes. late-night rides that end with whispered conversations in a pickup truck, borrowed team jackets, photo booth strips and sneaking out through bedroom windows. starstruck first kisses, big romantic gestures, confessions in the pouring rain. all of it. please.

[outromoonyy]

@wolfstarmicrofic | Coming out | Word Count: 358

​"Are you sure? Because I could definitely help you study for Potions if you wanted..."

​Remus was desperately trying to find a polite way out of this conversation. He was backed against the stone wall near the portrait hole, his hands shoved deep into his pockets while a very persistent Hufflepuff girl leaned entirely too close.

​"I appreciate the offer," Remus started, forcing a tight, awkward smile. "But I really don't—"

​"He really doesn't have the time," a voice interrupted suddenly.

​Remus barely had a second to process the shift before a hand grabbed the front of his jumper. The yank wasn't rough, but it was incredibly determined. Suddenly, he was stumbling a step forward, right out of the Hufflepuff's shadow and crashing straight into a solid, very familiar chest.

​Sirius had practically materialized out of the crowded common room party, his silver eyes dancing with a wild, electric kind of energy.

​"Sirius," Remus hissed, his pulse instantly rocketing into his throat. "What are you doing?"

​"Saving you," Sirius said simply. He stepped directly into Remus's personal space, his arms looping easily around Remus's waist. "And claiming my study partner. You're completely booked."

​The girl cleared her throat, looking bewildered. "I was just asking him to Hogsmeade next weekend, Black."

​"Well, you can't," Sirius said simply. "Because I'm taking him."

​Remus stopped breathing. The loud, pounding music completely faded into a rush of static in his ears.

​"Tell her, Moony," Sirius said, his breath warm and incredibly close against Remus's jaw. "Tell her you're already going with your boyfriend."

The panic flared instinctively, screaming at him to pull away and protect their secret. For so long, the fear of being seen had dictated every choice he made. But looking at Sirius, at how bright, unapologetic, and completely sure he was, he realized he was exhausted from being afraid. He didn't want to hide in the shadows anymore; he wanted this.

​"He's right," Remus breathed, his voice trembling just a fraction as he brought his own hands up to settle firmly against the lapels of Sirius's jacket in front of the entire room. "I'm already going with my boyfriend."

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[starcroww]

Muggle au where Remus truly can't understand how Sirius finds Remus attractive with his scars, and Sirius then has to admit that he read all of Andromeda's paranormal eroticas at a formative age and now has a thing for werewolves.

[mydearestmoonyy]

remus, bored at work or trapped on a phone call, absentmindedly drawing sirius’s tattoos from memory on the backs of receipts, notebook margins, scraps of paper

he also tests new pens with writing sirius’s name

[3lectracuted]

mechanic sirius, hair tied up loosely with a pencil shoved through, overalls tied at the waist, filthy white tank top, cig hanging from the side of his mouth, motor oil stained fingers, strong as hell, another cig tucked behind his ear for later, black eyeliner, ac/dc filtering out of the radio clipped on his hip

remus who just needed an oil change but has now gone weak at the knees and lightheaded

remus now needs a whole lot more than just an oil change

[thathuffgurlsart]

Harry and Ginny with a toddler James and newborn Albus.

So sorry it’s been so long since I last posted a drawing

[rablovergirl]

Regulus blinking slowly in panic when James asks to meet his friends. You know, those lovely wholesome friends named Barty and Evan who Regulus has had multiple threesomes with. More than he can count. More than James should know about. Barty...and...Evan...the darlings who would ask for a foursome before James could fully enter the room.

[agathah]

Happy Pride month 🖤🏳️‍🌈

[mydearestmoonyy]

i love the idea of remus doing sirius’s shopping while sirius is stuck at work. he shows up looking cozy enough to spend the day reading by a fireplace and immediately starts picking out low rise bootcut jeans and skin tight leather trousers. every person in that shop assumes he’s buying them for himself, so no wonder they keep giving him funny looks

[ghostlynocturnalspirit]

imagine sirius texting remus with about a dozen exclamation marks that these pants are finally on sale and moony you HAVE to go what if they are all out of STOCK before i GET THERE

so remus sighs (affectionately) and rolls his eyes (affectionately) and then he hauls his ass to the store. and he barely even knows if he's in the mens or womens section but either way he finally found what sirius wanted

and there are teenage girls giggling and men looking at him out of the corner of their eyes, but he's happily unaware of it all because his walkman (another reason for the stares, like who has a walkman these days?) his blaring bowie

[mydearestmoonyy]

MOONY WITH A WALKMAN u have my heart

also sirius forcing remus to take mirror pics holding the trousers up next to him so that sirius understands the sizing right

and consultants coming up to make sure remus isn’t lost and he doesn’t need any help to find a right section

[outromoonyy]

Hc that Sirius stole a ring from the Black family vault before he ran away.

​It’s heavy, goblin-wrought platinum with a black stone. It’s old magic. It’s meant for the "consort of the heir."

​He carries it in his pocket for months. He tells himself he’s going to pawn it for firewhisky money.

​But he never does.

​On Remus’s 17th birthday, they are sitting quietly. Remus is picking at a new scar on his knuckle, looking at his own hands with that familiar self-loathing. He whispers that he hates them.

​Sirius watches him. He feels that surge of protective anger. He wants to prove Remus wrong. He digs into his pocket, pulls out the heavy ring, and holds it out. "Happy birthday, Moony," he says, trying to sound casual.

​Remus looks up, completely surprised by the sudden gift, but he tentatively reaches out and takes it.

​He puts it on his thumb because it’s too big for his finger. He smiles. "Thanks, Pads."

​Sirius watches the ancient Black family heirloom sitting on the hand of a half-blood werewolf. It’s the ultimate blasphemy against his parents.

​And Sirius feels a surge of dark, intense pride. He’s wearing my ring.

​He realizes he didn't steal it to sell it. He stole it to claim him.

[maia-selene-black]

Sirius unconsciously doing that thing that dogs do where they perk up at their favorite words.

James teasing him relentlessly after finding out that 'Moony' is one of Sirius's favorite words.

[laremsworld]

Walburga Black being forced to marry her first degree cousin the second she graduates from Hogwarts because Orion’s elder Brother married a foreigner who failed to give him a son, only three daughters.

Walburga Black giving birth to her son, Sirius, only a year later.

Walburga Black realizing early on that her son is way too curious and stubborn for his own good and needs to be disciplined and raised harshly (just like she had to be raised too)

Walburga Black acting all mad but not suprised that her son was not a Slytherin.

Walburga Black trying, like really trying to be a better mother to Regulus, because he is such a mommy’s boy, but all she sees when looking at him is her late husband’s face she hated so much.

Walburga Black “accidentally” leaving 2 of the eldest and most expensive Black heirloms in Sirius’ room the night he is about to run away, because a Mother always knows and because he is still a Black and no Black should be depending on others for money.

Walburga Black sitting at Regulus’ (empty) Grave alone the night of the funeral, pretending to not seeing Sirius hiding and waiting for her to leave.

Walburga Black hoping her son would come and comfort her if she waits long enough but finally standing up and going away so that Sirius can say goodbye to his brother too.

Walburga Black never officially disowning her son, although publically distancing from him.

Walburga Black not changing anything of Sirius’ Room, even his muggle posters.

Walburga Black being the only one who knows Sirius is innocent, because she birthed him and she knows him.

Walburga Black getting ready to defend Sirius on trial but finding out he was sentenced without one.

Walburga Black being there in the crowd when they publically transport Sirius to Azkaban.

Walburga Black dying with the knowledge that she sacrificed both her sons for an already crumbling family name and that it was useless after all and that she has indeed become just like her mother.