Originally written for the (still ongoing) Three Sentence Ficathon run by rthstewart on Dreamwidth, for the prompt: Harry Potter; Sirius Black and/or Remus Lupin; "Moon Moon is my spirit animal". (This is an expanded version, the original was actually three sentences.)

Please excuse the anachronism, but the Marauders, I couldn't resist.

"Would you please just bite him?" Peter whines, leaning on James' shoulder as he alternately laughs and sympathises.

"Yeah, Moony," James adds, snorting, "for all our sakes."

Remus looks at them tiredly, then back up at Sirius, who is still wearing that delighted grin. Remus drags a pillow over his head so he doesn't have to look at his crazy boyfriend, groaning a no into it.

"Aw, Moony. . . But then I could really be Moon Moon!" Sirius all but crows, and Remus swears the next person to introduce Sirius to Muggle culture - or god forbid, memes - is going to die.