ASTRO

she/her 24

[serenadeofastros]

Long time coming!

But please, if you are a minor or an ageless account do not interact with my account as I do tend to post or reblog +18 stuff. I’ve been getting comments on my posts and once I check the accounts they are ageless, so please if you do not feel comfortable with sharing your age on your bio (or are a minor), refrain from interacting with my posts, or account in general. Thank you and happy scrolling!

Sincerely,

Astro.

[indigolune]

regulus and his expressionless face love to prank remus, but he's always careful to balance them with times he doesn't so it can't be predicted

remus always falls for it

regulus has a calendar, a journal and notifications written in code just in case they're found

[serenadeofastros]

The great thing about being back in my hometown is that I get to have nightly cuddles with my void again 🥹🥹

[indigolune]

moonwater hugging under the blanket during movie-night, pretending they're sharing and side-by-side, thinking themselves smart, secretive

as if anyone is fooled when said blanket betrays them by outlining the shape of their joined hands

but the guys let them believe, for their giddiness when teased and ocasional giggles are priceless

[butterli5]

Hope Lupin had held her four-year-old son in her arms as he wailed into the night, his skin feverish and bloodied as they waited for help to come. Even then, before she understood any of it, before the words werewolf and curse and full moon entered her life, there had been a terrible certainty settling in her chest.

Her son would never be the same after that night. For seven years afterward, Hope sat on the stairs leading down to the basement every month. A hand pressed over her heart and prayer on her tongue. Sometimes she prayed to God. Sometimes to nobody at all. Then dawn would come, and she would rise with aching knees to dismantle the protective wards and carry her exhausted son upstairs, tucking him back into bed as though he were still small enough to fit against her shoulder.

Hope had smiled the day he received his Hogwarts letter. Smiled when he ran circles around the kitchen waving the parchment over his head. Smiled when he talked about moving staircases and magical libraries and centuries of witches and wizards who had walked those halls before him. Then she had gone upstairs and cried behind the locked door of her bedroom. Because Hogwarts meant full moons away from home, it meant strangers learning what her son was. It meant rejection.

Cruelty.

Fear.

And then there had been the stories. Three boys in his dormitory. Three boys who somehow saw Remus Lupin and loved him anyway. Their Moony.

Hope still remembered the afternoon years later when her teenage son sat at the kitchen table while she stirred soup on the stove. He had been pretending to read. She had been pretending not to notice, giving him the time to come to her.

"There's a boy."

Hope had turned to see Remus staring firmly at the table.

"A boy I like."

Her heart had clenched, not because of the boy. But because her son sounded afraid. Because he sounded ashamed. Because he looked so much like the little boy who had once hidden fresh scars beneath oversized jumpers.

"What if..." Remus had swallowed hard. "What if it's because of... the thing?"

The thing.

Neither of them had needed him to say it.

"What if that's why I'm like this?"

The memory still hurt, the way his voice had broken, the way his hands had clenched in his lap, the way he'd looked at her as though bracing for disappointment. Hope had crossed the kitchen in three strides and pulled him into her arms.

"No," she had whispered into his hair while he cried against her shoulder. "No, sweetheart."

Her fingers carded through his curls.

"You are loved because of who you are." And then, softer: "And whoever that boy is, if he's worth loving, he'll know that too."

Years later, Hope had opened her front door on Mother's Day to find Regulus Black standing awkwardly on her doorstep. A bouquet of daisies in one hand, and a cinnamon cake box in the other.

His shoulders were drawn tight with nerves, and Hope remembered blinking at him in surprise.

"Regulus?"

"Happy Mother's Day." His voice had come out almost too quickly.

Then, before she could respond, he'd thrust a small card into her hands.

His throat bobbed.

"I'm sorry if this is out of place."

Hope had looked up, but Regulus wasn't meeting her eyes, a small habit she had noticed over the years he resorted to when he was being sincere.

"Growing up, I never really knew that mothers could be mums," a weak laugh escaped him. "But then, my family isn't exactly something to compare anything against."

The laugh faded. And for a moment he looked heartbreakingly young.

"You make silly jokes, you dance around the kitchen with Remus to those Muggle bands he likes," a smile pulled reluctantly at his mouth. "You cook his favourite foods whenever he comes home, and mine too."

Hope could already feel tears threatening.

"You write me letters asking how my music is going," his fingers tightened around the cake box, "every week."

The words seemed to embarrass him.

As though kindness itself was something he still wasn't used to receiving.

"I think..." He swallowed. "I think if I looked up the word mum in the dictionary, it'd be your face there instead."

His laugh came out nervous and breathless.

Hope immediately looked away.

Just for a second, just long enough to blink back the tears burning behind her eyes. Because nobody had ever accused Hope Lupin of being particularly composed when it came to her boys. And somehow, impossibly, Regulus had become one of them.

The silence stretched.

Then Regulus shifted awkwardly.

"And..." His voice softened, "thank you for bringing Remus into the world so I could love him."

Hope's breath caught.

"Thank you for making him the softest person I've ever met."

His eyes finally lifted to hers.

"And thank you for opening your home to me too," his smile wavered, "even though you had every reason not to."

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Hope simply stared at him. At the boy who had arrived in her son's life carrying years of hurt and loneliness hidden beneath expensive jumpers and practiced indifference. The boy who always hesitated before entering their house, as though expecting someone to tell him he wasn't welcome.

The boy who never left without washing the dishes even if he had never known where the kitchens were in the mansion where he grew up.

Who sent her pressed flowers in letters, different magical kinds that he developed potions for just so he could surprise her with a new one ever single time.

Who pretended not to know she slipped extra food into containers for him to take home.

Who loved her son with every piece of his battered heart.

Hope set the card down, then she reached forward and cupped his face between both hands.

Regulus froze.

Like nobody had ever done it before.

Hope remembered thinking, as she stood there on the doorstep with flowers crushed between them and tears on her cheeks, that motherhood was a strange thing.

Because she'd spent years praying for Remus, for his safety, for his happiness. For someone to love him exactly as he was.

She had never expected that one of the answers to those prayers would show up carrying daisies and cinnamon cake and quietly ask if he could belong, too.

Ever since then, every Mother's Day, Hope has opened her door to find the same thing waiting on the other side.

Flowers.

Cinnamon cake.

And Regulus.

No longer asking for a place in the family.

Simply coming home.

[serenadeofastros]

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! @butterli5 IS BACK

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Friends with benefits James and Remus, who are both feeling very much more than just fuck buddies, but are scared of confessing for fear of losing what they have, and each other.

Cue to them going to a karaoke bar and Remus gets roped into singing a song, and chooses Cherry Pie–that was the song playing from James’ speaker the first time they had sex. So he gets up on the little wooden stage, determined to rock James’ socks off.

“Hey Potter, you know this one?” Remus smiles at him, paired with a wink.

Then he proceeds to sing his heart out to the song that locked his fate the moment he heard it for the first time. He dances around the little bar, keeping his eyes on James and the way his brown eyes twinkle underneath the fairy lights strung all around the place; looks at the big smile he has as he watches Remus let loose, thanks to his determination and a couple shots of tequila, and twirls and twists about the establishment.

On the last cords of the song he comes closer to James, making the man he’s been in love with for the better part of two years stand up and making him wrap an arm around his waist as Remus wraps the hand not holding the mic around James’ neck and dipping low into a dramatic arch.

Claps and whistles are heard all around them as Remus comes back up, huge smile on his lips as he comes face to face with James; whose eyes are watching every centimeter of Remus’ face in amazement.

“Remus Lupin,” James whispers as he pulls him closer. “I fucking love you.”

“James Potter,” Remus responds, lips millimeters from James’. “I fucking love you, too.”

And under a wooden roof littered with twinkling lights, to the cheers and applause of strangers, Remus and James kiss for the hundredth time.

But they also kiss for the first time, without pretense and with the knowledge that their hearts will be taken care of by the one they love the most.

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i moved back to my hometown like three-two weeks ago and I’ve been sick back to back aND I AM HATING IT LIKE WHY IS MY HOMETOWN REJECTING ME?? THIS IS THE CITY THAT SAW ME BE BORN AND GROW UP

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Remus taking Regulus to the state fair and Remus showing up in full cowboy attire; with the boots, a nice forest green shirt and a black cowboy hat.

Regulus’ mouth immediately starts to water and he can’t stop the thoughts of just wanting to get Remus’ pants off, sink down to his knees and go to town.

His horniness keeps spiking up when Remus holds his waist with one hand while walking to avoid people crashing into him.

It all comes crashing down when a band starts playing and Remus takes Regulus dancing, and he just looks so fucking good? Keeping Regulus close, donned in cowboy attire and how good he looks with the hat.

Regulus ends up dragging Remus into a shitty bathroom stall so he can finally, finally suck his dick.

[indigolune]

moonwater smth smth tides controlled by the moon smth reg only squirting near the full moon

[donpyre]

Peter makes scary faces at Sirius when nobody is looking & the rest of the Marauders don't believe Sirius when he complains which makes him feel crazy

[indigolune]

remus is a serial jock dater

sirius? check

marlene for a brief and confusing time? check

james? check

regulus? DONE. MARRIED. START THE WEDDING BELLS

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Sapphic moonwater in which Regulus has very sensitive boobs and Remus discovered it by mere chance. She merely grazed her lips around Regulus’ left nipple and his girlfriend let out the loudest moan and a full on body shiver.

Remus, of course, takes advantage of this little knowledge and spends many an afternoon coaxing various orgasms from her pretty, pretty girlfriend by playing with her boobs only.

Mouth, tongue, fingers. She has Regulus a flushing, moaning, wet mess underneath her, and she loves every second of it.

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The smell of freshly brewed tea and still warm pancakes was what woke Remus up from her slumber. Her lips pulled up into a fond smile, she knew this routine by heart now– she’d been waking up to this same smell for the past three years on the exact same day. Her birthday.

Before meeting Regulus, Remus’ birthday wasn’t a big affair after she moved out of her parent’s house, it was mostly a solo day. Birthday blues were sure to hit the day before, and she would curl up with a book and a warm mug of peach tea as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. But then she met Regulus, who was so cutely offended when Remus had told her she didn’t do anything on her birthdays because “but that is your very own special day! You deserve to be pampered and spoiled that whole day!”, and ever since they started dating Regulus made sure to do just that.

Not that her girlfriend didn’t pamper or spoil her on regular days, but birthdays were a special affair in their little apartment. Regulus made sure to take extra care of Remus; breakfast in bed, light kisses, sweet nothings whispered in her ear as Remus would eventually be hit with the case of the birthday blues, and beautiful moans coaxed out of her lips as Regulus made love to her.

Today was no different. The slight creak of their bedroom door made Remus stop her reminiscing and look towards her dear girlfriend as she walked in with a tray of food– fluffy pancakes with raspberry jam on the side, a cup of steaming lemon tea and a singular sunflower tying up the perfect breakfast.

Regulus’ pretty eyes lit up at seeing Remus awake and she carefully brought the tray to rest on the night table before taking a seat next to her, pushing messy bangs to the side and kissing Remus’ forehead gently and lovingly.

“Happy birthday, my sweet Remus”

And yeah, maybe Remus still got a bit nostalgic on her birthdays, but she knew Regulus would be right beside her to kiss all the nostalgia away, and make her feel the most loved woman in the world.

Today is the birthday of my very special @butterli5 and this is my gift to you, babes. Enjoy your day you sweet soul ☀︎

[indigolune]

toddler regulus wearing a bowtie in one of the few pictures he managed to bring with him, so moonwater recreate it with their kids

but the new picture has big smile, a missing tooth, shiny black hair under a hat knitted by grandma, and brown eyes instead of grey

[serenadeofastros]

Mentions of blood! But like, in a romantic sense

Remus gets constant nosebleeds once summer hits; dry season is a pain in the ass for him. So much as a soft touch has his nose bleeding as if someone just right knuckled him.

Regulus would always stop him in his way to the bathroom, before Remus has a chance to clean up the crimson mess falling against his soft lips and chin, pinching the bridge of Remus’ nose softly between his fingers to avoid any more blood from dripping out. He presses a light kiss against Remus’ mouth, savoring the iron taste of the life that runs through his husband’s body, daring to leave him in thick rivulets down his perfect nose.

Then he licks that same life from where it stains his Remus’ beautiful face: catching the droplets that begin to form on his chin, up and around his lips, making sure to get the tip of his tongue in between top and bottom lips, then continuing his path up until he reaches Remus’ nose. Cleaning the space where it meets his cupid’s bow, the tip of his nose and the finger where the blood managed to make a home of.

He would rather die than to let the very same thing it gives his husband life go to waste, and what better way to treasure it than to keep it inside him? Where he can cherish it, keep it safe, and preserve a piece of his love always within him.

In moments like this, Remus hates his nosebleeds a whole lot less.

[indigolune]

cowboy remus lupin wearing nothing but chaps

[indigolune]

"i thought you were used to having a stick between your legs"

reporter remus when quidditch player regulus struggles to take his cock