Moonwater Fest is an 18+ Fanfic and Fanart fest celebrating the romantic relationship between Regulus Black & Remus Lupin. This fest ran successfully in 2024 and returns in 2026 with the blessing of the original mods. Whether you're a longtime Moonwater fan or new to the ship, we're excited to have you participate!
More info/fest rules and Q&A coming soon!
Prompting: August 24 - September 6 (2 weeks)
Claiming Opens: September 14
Submissions Due: December 1
Posting Begins: December 9
Remus who’s been indoctrinated into Fenrir Greybacks pack (truly or he’s undercover you decide) and present when they travel to Russia and meet up with Antonin Dolohovs pack (cuz Fenrir and Antonin are chill like that) ((and I headcanon Antonin as a werewolf leader, russias just more lax with humanoid magical creatures))
Anyway, Dolohov let’s the new pack stay in his massive mansion because ‘all wolves are pack.’ Remus prowls the halls of the mansion at night due to desperate want for just a second alone and rampant insomnia. And one night, during one of these walks, Remus happens upon Dolohovs pretty little mate. Freshly bartered straight from Europe, Regulus Black. He looks like a luxury. Bathed in milk and frail like porcelain. Remus wonders how a brute like Dolohov hasn’t broken him yet.
Remus thinks himself more civilized, so scared to even touch that he knows he’ll never break him. So… with nothing really left to lose, and Greyback’s ‘reap everything you desire Remus Lupin, you can’t truly live if you don’t let your wolf run’ mantra running through his head, Remus puts it all on the line for just a taste. He doesn’t even think someone like regulus would really go for him, he’s nothing compared to Dolohov. He’s not rich or strong or a powerful leader or anything like that… but regulus surprises him. Absolutely shocks him. Flabber-fucking-gasts him.
Regulus lets Remus touch him. Regulus lets Remus do more than touch him. Regulus smiles that perfect grin and beckons him away in the night for gentle caresses and rough fucking and Remus is drunk on the fine wine he’s being spoon fed. He’s a poor man being gifted milk and honey splendor, how is he expected to keep acting sane? An angel is holding him close, so Remus doesn’t give a right shit if he’s dancing some forbidden tango.
And soon enough, Remus is the happiest sinner on earth because Antonin Dolohov’s bitch is pregnant with his pup. No one knows but them, but when their pup is out there’s no way Dolohov won’t catch another man’s scent on it.
So the newly mated pair decides that the path they found each other on (while they wouldn’t change being forced onto it for the world since they’d have never met any other way) isn’t worth it. This ‘life’ theyre condemned to was the end of the line for both of them. If they runaway together, they can build a new one. They can actually be happy, they can really live. They just have to make it out first.
Regulus loved when it was raining. He loved it even more when he could stay in Remus’ dorm. From time to time, he’d hide under the Cloak of Invisibility so no one would notice him snuggling against Remus. They often stayed there, with the presence of the other, in silence. Remus running his hand through the soft hair of Regulus, while Regulus rubbed his fingers on Remus’ arm. They were both touch-deprived and never seemed to be fully satisfied by the touch of the other, always wanting to stay in their own bubble forever. And under the Cloak of Invisibility, it was their perfect little bubble.
And this Sunday was no exception. Regulus was lying next to Remus – well, their legs were entwined and his head was on Remus’ chest – while the soft voice of Lupin read a book to him in a gentle, caring whisper.
Regulus let out a soft sigh when Remus started to caress his hair, and without realising it, he moved his head even closer to Remus’ hand. And that made Remus smile.
The soft sound of the rain was gently tapping a window not far from Remus’ bed, and downstairs in the Gryffindor common room, someone was playing the piano, creating a relaxing sound in the dorm. Regulus was fighting not to fall asleep, but his ears were absorbed by the quiet beat of Remus’ heart, his breathing, and his soft, calming voice. Regulus didn’t even know what book he was reading, to be fair — what mattered was that it was Remus who was reading. He could have read a grocery list or the back of a cereal box; he wouldn’t have minded the slightest.
“My soft angel…” whispered Remus before placing a soft kiss on Regulus’ forehead.
And that was enough to make Regulus fall asleep.
Remus didn’t stop reading, nor did he stop rubbing Regulus’ hair with care. He softly massaged his neck, his eyes lost in the book as he spoke gently.
It was only a few moments later — maybe an hour — that he felt the texture of Regulus change, from perfectly silky hair to delicate black fur. This change happened often. Every time Regulus was relaxed and comfortable in his sleep, he changed into his Animagus form. And he was always relaxed and comfortable with Remus.
The black cat started to purr melodically, making Remus smile. He loved so much seeing Regulus trust him to the point of being so vulnerable beside him. The Animagus woke up, stretching a bit on Remus’ chest before establishing his new nap spot: Remus’ crooked neck.
The humid and warm nose of the cat softly rubbed Remus’ cheek before purring loudly next to his ear. And neither of them would change the way they spent their afternoon.
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it’s raining, i’ve had some tea and ate a moony toast (peanut butter, not lemon curd for me), it’s a quiet sunday afternoon, and i just wanted to write a little something, hope you like it and you're enjoying your sunday :)
This is my official request to rebrand 'moonwater' as Remulus, bc it makes more sense in my head, and I don't want to acknowledge Reg ever died. Thank you.
