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As we approach the 2026 run of Moony’s Midlife Crisis Fest, we thought it would be fun to remember all the works that were created in 2025. So, in the course of the next few weeks, we’ll be highlighting each of those works in different category rec posts on our socials! 

Today, we curated a list of a couple more wolfstar smutty short (from 5k to 10k) fics from last year’s fest. Have fun reading (or rereading) them!

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Welcome to Moony’s Midlife Crisis Fest 2026!

Last year’s run was a tremendous success, with 78 creators, 105 works, and 1.2mil words! Additionally, the wonderful community we’ve built with you—the writers, the artists, the enjoyers—remains dear to our hearts! We hope to repeat this amazing experience this year, with old and new friends alike!

To anyone new to MMCF, here’s our spiel: Do you like your Remus Lupin pathetic? Do you like him old and a little sad? Do you like him when he's a recluse and a bit weird? If you said yes to any of these, then you'll love Moony's Midlife Crisis Fest!

Now, without further ado, The Mods are proud to present the MMCF 2026 schedule:

Find the fest rules and FAQs in our Guidebook. Join us in the @misc-marauders-fests Discord server! We are also on Instagram and TikTok.

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2026 art by @remuspinksweater ❤️

Hello, Moony Lovers! 🌕🐺

As we approach the 2026 run of Moony’s Midlife Crisis Fest, we thought it would be fun to remember all the works that were created last year!

In 2025, we had:

In the course of the next few weeks, we’ll be highlighting each of those works in different category rec posts on our socials! 

Please make sure to follow us on tumblr, tiktok and instagram and share the Moony love with everyone! 

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The moment the front door closes behind them, it's like a switch is flicked in Sirius. In an instant the mask he presents to the Capital is shed and in its place, the real Sirius in all his authentic glory that only Remus gets to appreciate.

As the lock clicks shut, Sirius' arms are around him, clinging so tightly with a murmured "I missed you so fucking much," into the back of Remus' neck.

Remus has to physically fight against Sirius' arms, elbowing just enough space that he can turn around and face Sirius properly. His cane disregarded with a clatter on the floor without a thought, Remus cups Sirius face in his hands, runs his thumb over that soft skin and sharp cheekbones that captivated the nation. He kisses Sirius' cheek, his forehead, his lips, before wrapping his arms so tightly around Sirius shoulders and burying his face in his neck and just breathing.

And for a moment nothing else exists. Not the tour, not the Games, not the Capital. Just the two of them, together and alive and unrestrained.

After a while the world starts turning again. Slowly they slip apart—still touching, always touching even if only a faint brush of skin against skin.

Sirius leans down to retrieve the forgotten cane. Remus takes Sirius' arm for support when they walk through to the kitchen even though he doesn't need it (not physically at least, but emotionally maybe.) Sirius rests his chin on Remus' shoulder lightly, peering over to watch Remus make tea. (Plum and jasmine tea because Sirius mentioned it was his favourite once. It's a luxury not afforded to the districts but Remus made sure to get some when he was last in Capital especially for this moment.) And they sit so close with their warm mugs at the kitchen table that their legs tangled together. For a moment they can pretend they are normal, that this is their mundane routine.

“I’m not insane,” he said with a shrug, as if the whole thing was nothing. “I know he could’ve seen me. But you looked so serious, inspecting those vials. I wanted to make you laugh.” 

He straightened up, now barefoot on the grass, and looked at Remus with a mix of pride and pout on his face. 

“I was working,” Remus replied – oddly like he was explaining himself – but he couldn’t stop the smile that broke across his face. Sirius had wanted to make him laugh. That did something strange to his insides. 

“Well, I like it better when you laugh,” Sirius said, stepping closer – very close now, his bare toes nearly touching the worn tips of Remus’ shoes. He reached up and brushed his fingers along Remus’ face, tracing the corners of his eyes where the laugh lines settled. 

Remus’ smile faded slightly at the closeness. He wasn’t used to casual, gentle touches like this. Affection had been a rare thing in his life, especially since his parents passed. It always felt so good when Sirius touched him like this, but it also sent a chill of fear up his spine. Like some part of him knew he didn’t deserve this. 

“Stop it,” he whispered. Weak, his tone betraying the meaning of his words. 

“I do,” Sirius insisted softly, fingers still brushing along Remus’ laugh lines. He smiled up at him, sun catching in his blue-grey eyes. “It crinkles your eyes right here,” he murmured, watching closely, like he was trying to memorise the shape of him. “You’re so, very handsome.” 

And then, Remus kissed him. Partly because he really wanted to, but also as a futile attempt to think of something else – to quiet the strange fluttering in his stomach, that feeling of floating, like he was losing touch with the ground. Sirius kissed him back, of course. He wrapped both arms around Remus’ neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him down until they were both toppling into the wildflowers, lips still locked, bodies twisting together in the fall. 

Sirius laughed softly against his mouth as he rolled them over, settling on top of Remus, straddling his hips. He pulled back just enough to look at him, propped on his elbows, his nose only an inch from Remus’ face. 

“Why do you blush?” he asked, a little furrow appearing between his brows. “You always tell me I’m pretty when you’re fucking me,” he added, punctuating the words with a slow roll of his hips. 

Remus gasped at the friction, head falling back into the flowers, petals tangling in his hair. He reached up and tucked a strand of Sirius’ hair behind his ear. 

“You are pretty,” he murmured, hand trailing down to the pale column of Sirius’ neck. “You like hearing it.” 

Sirius smiled. “I do,” he said, easily, without shame – so free to admit something that would make Remus cringe if he had to say out loud. “You are too,” he added, softer now, leaning in to press kisses to the corners of Remus’ eyes, his cheek, his jaw. “Lovely, lovely Mr Lupin,” he whispered, lips drifting lower to the curve of Remus’ neck, his fingers working open the top buttons of Remus’ shirt.

Werewolves, due to their condition, have a high pain tolerance.

Sirius knows this, of course. He knows to be more careful than usual not to upset old injuries, and to initiate breaks because his werewolf clients never do.

Sirius has never, however, been turned on by this fact.

There's something about Remus, looking almost sleepy as he tattoos him, that's driving Sirius mad with a sudden burst of desire. Remus looks so soft in his jumper, one sleeve pulled up just enough for Sirius to work, and it's as hot as it is endearing.

Sirius has never had such a hard time concentrating on a tattoo, but he forces himself to stay on task. He will not botch this, he can't.

Remus speaks, now and then, head bopping slightly to Sirius's music filling the private back room. The only sign Sirius sees on him that the tattoo process has any effect on him is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the healthy flush in his cheeks.

Sirius wraps up the muggle tattooing kit once he's done with it, moving onto the complex spellwork that would keep the tattoo from warping or changing, even with the monthly transformations Remus endures. The tattoo heals perfectly under his precise wand-work, and when he finally looks up from it, he catches Remus looking at him with an expression bordering on awe.

"Thank you so much," Remus says, voice wobbling slightly with emotion. "You have no idea how long I've had this thing, how long I've been wanting to get rid of it."

Sirius has some idea. Remus looks to be in his early forties, and his Marker seemed to be at least three decades old. Sirius couldn't imagine the vile human who would do that to a child, but he doesn't say any of it to Remus. No need to bring up what is surely a traumatic memory for him.

"Well," Sirius says, "I'm glad I could help."

Remus pays him, and Sirius walks him out to the front of the shop.

"Thanks again, Sirius." Remus smiles warmly, clutching a hand over his newly done tattoo. "I had a really good experience with you."

"Yeah, of course," Sirius says, struggling not to stumble over his words. "Anytime," he continues, cringing at himself.

"See you around?" Remus is still flushed from the appointment, though if Sirius looks closely—and he does, he can't help it—it seems to be getting darker rather than lighter.

"Sure," Sirius replies, barely concealing his grin. "See you around."

“Remus?”

Remus turned his head and spotted Regulus leaning against the doorway to what he presumed was the younger man's office. He’d never heard his name in the way Regulus had spoken it, and he quickly decided he never wanted to hear it any other way again. “Hi.” he said, “I thought you’d be,” he gestured toward the usual classroom. “In there.”

Regulus shook his head, “Pandora is covering my lesson today. I have a few things to sort for their trip next week.”

“Oh,” Remus said, “I’ll just– go then.” he paused and before he could take it back or correct himself, he saw a slow smirk spread across Regulus’ features. 

“Do you only attend if I’m teaching, Remus?”

It felt like a trap. He was going to fall right into it. His brain was moving too quickly. Fuck. 

“Yes.”

Double fuck. 

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“Walburga’s son is here for you.”

Remus pulled off his reading glasses and reached for his mug, only to realize as cold tea hit his tongue that he had forgotten a stasis charm. Wincing, he set it down and waved a hand at Peter. “Thanks, Pete. Send him in?”

“Not your secretary, mate.”

“You’re the only other employee today, mate, and my knee is fucked,” Remus retorted, albeit with a small smile. They were a small operation, and the witch that worked their front desk was out for the week. Also, his knee was, indeed, fucked, and Morning Remus had boldly assumed that the pain would’ve dissipated by now and didn’t bother bringing his cane.

Pete rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but slipped away to inform the waiting client that Remus was right this way, if you please.

“Here’s Sirius Black for you.”

Remus straightened in his seat, thanked Pete, and turned to his client. He blinked. Rubbed his eyes and blinked again. Surely this wasn’t the representative for the funeral of the Black family matriarch.

Sirius had the same grey eyes that Remus recognized from Walburga’s picture and the same black curls that everyone in the family seemed to have, but his eyes were warmer, kinder. His hair wasn’t slicked back like his father’s always had been, at least in the pictures that Remus had seen in newspapers, but rather piled on top of his head in a messy knot. His wand was stuck through the mess of hair, and he was dressed like a Muggle biker, wearing all black, fitted, heavy clothes. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his motorcycle jacket, and most disconcertingly, he was grinning like a maniac.

Everyone had different responses to grief, Remus knew. He’d spoken to people who sobbed through the whole meeting, while others developed hair-trigger tempers that were set off by the most arbitrary of comments, and some still that just seemed bored by the whole ordeal. Sirius Black was none of these; he was smiling, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he took in the room, scratching one hand absentmindedly across the scruff on his cheek. His nails were painted a wild array of colors. There was silver shooting through his mess of curls, and it glinted in the light when he turned his head.

Remus approached the cafe not knowing what to expect. He wondered if the woman he'd spoken to on the phone would be there and hoped she wouldn't. She'd sounded so polished and intelligent that Remus couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. This was probably a course for culinary students or people who wanted to open cafés, not pushover dads who would rather learn a new skill than say no to their child.

The door was the same cheerful red as the text on the flyer. A flashing neon sign above it said The Blapo Bakery in block text. When he pushed open the door and walked in, the first thing Remus registered was smell. The bakery smelt like heaven. Well, most bakeries did, but this one smelt like heaven had just come back from the spa. It was strong but not overpowering. The second thing that struck Remus was red. The people at this cafe really loved the colour red, apparently. The walls were wallpapered in red stripes and the floor tiles were maroon. Little tables were set between chairs that were upholstered in–you guessed it–red.

"Wow, red," Remus said, out loud for some reason. He heard a chuckle to his left and spun around to face the source of the laugh. It was a woman sitting behind a counter that seemed to double as both a reception area and a billing counter. She had red hair tied back into a bun and her piercing green eyes bore holes into Remus's own when he made eye contact with her.

"It is, isn't it?" she remarked and Remus realised she was the lady from the phone call. Her crisp pant suit was definitely intimidating enough.

"I'm Lily," she said, holding out a hand. Remus walked over to her and grasped it. Her handshake was firm and confident, her hands soft and probably moisturised with a fancy cream whose name Remus couldn't pronounce. "And you are?"

"Remus," he said. "I'm here for the… the class. Baking class."

She pointed at a door he hadn't noticed earlier. "Straight through there. You're just on time. Class will begin in two minutes."

Remus had barely taken a step towards the door when it burst open and a man in a red apron entered the room with his arms up in a defensive motion.

"Alright, Lils, I've set up for the class, but I'm still not quite sold on–"

Lily cleared her throat frantically and pointed in Remus's direction. Remus gave a weak wave. The man straightened up immediately and beamed at him. He had the messiest hair Remus had ever seen–managing somehow to outdo Tonks when she'd had a DIY Mohawk–and square, gold rimmed glasses. He had a name tag that read 'James' attached to his apron.

"Oh. Are you a student here for the cake workshop?" James asked. Remus coughed uncomfortably and nodded. "Ah! Alright, then–straight through this door. I'm James and I will be your teacher for today."

"Back already?" Sirius asks with a smirk.

"We have an appointment, Sirius," Remus sighs, "you knew I'd be here."

"You're no fun," he replies, pouting. Remus's eyes drop to his mouth, and Sirius wets his lips just to watch Remus's gaze track the motion of his tongue.

"You know I am," Remus murmurs, before seeming to realise what he said; his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, a stunned look on his face.

Sirius feels just as shocked. This is the first time Remus has acknowledged anything… more between them, outside of their escapades.

He has a choice now: he can let Remus pretend it never happened, that he never said anything to allude to the nature of their relationship, or he can push.

"Oh, is that so?" he asks, feeling a cheeky grin spreading on his lips. Sirius takes a step closer, and Remus doesn't step back. "And just how… fun are you?"

"Sirius…" Remus warns, glancing around.

But Sirius knows without looking - they're all alone in the studio. It's usually closed on Mondays, but Sirius came especially for Remus when his shifts at the bookstore got changed around.

"Yes…?" he prods innocently.

"We shouldn't… the tattoo…" but Remus is still staring at his mouth, pupils wide and almost swallowing the amber of his irises entirely.

"I've got plenty of time." Sirius takes another step forward, crowding Remus against the front desk of the shop.

"Fuck." Remus says. And then he kisses him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Sirius said the minute Orion’s footsteps had faded down the long hallway. “I never asked you to.” 

Remus kept his back to him from where he was standing, placing a few books back on the shelf. “Like I said, it’s nothing. I told you, I needed to go to Godric’s Hollow anyway,” he said, fighting to keep his voice flat. 

He heard Sirius step closer, felt him standing just behind him. “That’s rubbish, and you know it. Even my father knows it.” 

Remus sighed. What was the point of this conversation? What was Sirius even trying to make him say? 

“I’m just trying to help,” he said, softer now, turning on his heel and leaning back against the shelf, meeting Sirius’ eyes with an apologetic look. 

He hoped it was enough, but, honestly, he expected to be yelled at. Expected Sirius to tell him to piss off, that he didn’t need his help, that he’d never forgive him for what happened the day before. 

Instead, Sirius’ face split into the most mischievous grin, all the sadness evaporating from his eyes. 

“You’re really sending me some mixed signals here, Mr Lupin,” he said, taking another step forward. “First you reject me–” 

“I did not reject you,” Remus cut in quickly. 

Sirius ignored him, stepping closer again. He was dangerously near now. “–now you’re volunteering to be my date at a wedding?” he teased, voice low and accusing, tilting his head as he reached out to touch Remus’ face. 

“Who said anything about a date?” Remus asked, so taut and strained it was pathetic, really, even by his own standards. 

Sirius chuckled, closing the remaining gap between them. Now they were flush, chest to chest. His hand slid up to Remus’ neck. His mouth hovered close enough that Remus could feel his breath warm against his cheek when he spoke again. 

“C’mon, Remus,” the younger man whispered, mouth barely an inch away from Remus’. “I can tell you want this too. What’s keeping you?” He leaned in closer, his mouth at Remus’ ear now. “No one has to know.”

Something about his tone must've upset Harry, who starts sniffling again.

"Shit, shhh," he hushes him, bouncing the baby in his lap. "Sorry, mate, shhh."

Lily hides her snort behind her fist.

"I do love it when you call my six month old child 'mate'," she says, still giggling.

"Well it's true," Sirius coos, smattering silly-sounding kisses onto the now smiling baby's face. "You're my best mate, aren't you Haz?"

"Don't ever let James hear you say that," Lily says conspiratorially.

"Oh, never," he whispers, then turns back to Harry. "We must keep our friendship a secret, Haz. Can you say secret?"

"Ah-gah!" Harry says.

"Close enough."

“No offence,” Remus mutters over a cup of tea. (Because yes, he invited the attractive ministry official into his house and gave him tea and listened to him do his little sales pitch—Remus is no monster, at least not when it comes to manners) “But I’ve been handling this by myself long enough to know what I’m doing.”

“For thirty five years, right?” Sirius pipes, the same oblivious smile on his face like this is all just some sales call. 

Remus levels his gaze across the table. “Yes,” he mutters through pursed lips, “So I didn’t need some ministry lackey trying to give me advice.”

“Oh I’m not Ministry-”

“St. Mungo’s then.”

“Technically not St. Mungo’s either.”

Remus scowls at him. “So you have access to my medical records, how then?”

“Well,” Sirius starts, gearing back into his pre-prepared speech. “I work for a third party Healers guild that collaborates with St. Mungo’s to provide home-care for those who may be unable to attend appointments in person. They provide us with the details of patients they deem more vulnerable.”

It doesn't seem much to ask that St. Mungo's not just throw around personal information about his condition to any Tom, Dick or Harry, but that is the part of price of being on the registry—he doesn’t get thrown in Azkaban for simply existing, but any fucker and their cat can access the information if they make a convincing enough argument. 

Remus drags his hands down his face. “So you’re a care worker? For old people and werewolves?”

“Healer,” Sirius corrects. “And there are all sorts of reasons people might need a home-visit. Disability, curses, lack of transportation. You would be my lycanthropic patient.”

“You can say werewolf, it’s not a dirty word.”

Sirius blinks at him. “Right, um, well the werewolf-ness is the reason you’ve been flagged.”

“And the Ministry has suddenly started pumping funding to welfare programmes because of a change of heart?”

“Not all werewolves.”

“And what makes me so special?”

“You’re old,” Sirius says bluntly.

Remus raises an eyebrow. “Real charmer aren't you.”

“No, I mean, you’ve been on the registry so long. I honestly didn’t think it was possible to survive that long. No offence I mean the toil it must have on your body-.”

Remus gives him a wry smile. “We survive longer the more removed we are from the ministry.”

Sirius’ brows furrow as Remus watches the cogs turn in his head, trying  to make sense of the fact. “Is that true?”

“We do better in packs," Remus says with a shrug, taking another sip of his tea. "And forming packs is technically illegal if you're registered.”

“Well that doesn’t seem fair.”

 Remus lets out a sharp laugh. “Welcome to the Werewolf Civil Rights Movement.”

Moony's Midlife Crisis Fest Sign Ups Reminder🌙

It's been one week since sign up opened and we've had some amazing claims!! Have a nose through the prompt list to see what's already been claimed and what's still available!!

Moony's Midlife Crisis Fest Sign Ups Reminder🌙

It's been one week since sign up opened and we've had some amazing claims!! Have a nose through the prompt list to see what's already been claimed and what's still available!!