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sunfl0w3rmoon · 1 month

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i’m so honoured you follow me 🥰

(btw just to warn you, i’m about to shower you with compliments)

I loveeee Mastermind, it’s been getting me through the week and to Fridays, and even though it’s a shame it’s over, I have to say, it was one of the BEST fics i’ve ever read.

Firstly, I loveee your Sirius characterisation. He’s adorable. I also love how him and Remus’ relationship grew. It felt realistic, and they seemed like stable people.

Obviously time passed between filming (ie, chapters) and you showed how they’d spent a lot of time together and their relationship had grown and changed really well as the chapters progressed, without directly having to say it.

By the middle, I could tell how close they’d become and yet also I could feel their flirty vibes through my phone.

Plus I was along the ride with Sirius the whole time, routing for him and Moony. I’m also proud of James and Regulus, they were very cute in the background.

Ugh and Remus was so sweet and unassuming the whole time. Probably half freaking out over his childhood crush acting with him (which was the perfect reveal btw)

Also; it being the personification of a Taylor Swift song, one of my favourites too, definitely helped my adoration for this fic

Plus special credit to that line in like Chapter 4 I think. Remus going “I think i’ve seen this film before” about Jegulus and Dorlene (I love exile).

And finally, I can’t explain it, but this line was so moving;

He trusts Remus Lupin implicitly, and he loves the man with his entire soul. They can last a few months apart. But it’s all the more lovely that Remus flies out to be with him on their anniversary, even though he’s supposed to be in LA filming his new movie.

I love it when fics end in a way that makes you feel like the relationship will last. And this does exactly that.

(Also, I know nothing about celebs or awards and when you wrote “And Sirius hugged Oscar” after winning his Oscar, I legit thought for a sec that he hugged the guy who invented the award… I missed the bit where it said Oscar Isaac, though that makes more sense.)

Anyway, all in all, amazing fic!!!!! Take the compliments!!!!

You’re an amazing writer :)

hiiiiiiiiiiii thank you so much omggggg that is the first message I’ve gotten on tumblr and it brought me so much joy to read 🥰🥰 I’m so so so so glad you loved mastermind as much as I did. It was such a fun fic to write and I’m so sad it’s over, but that just means I can write other things !!!

I had planned to reveal that Remus liked Sirius for a long long time since the beginning but Hope and Lyall really took the cake with their little prank hehe. But I did love that both of them were so oblivious to the other’s feelings. I think that’s so foundational to wolfstar’s relationship.

Remus is such a swiftie I can’t 😩 like yeah he listens to Queen and ABBA and David Bowie but he’s SUCH a folklore/evermore girlie

I genuinely got the idea for this fic while listening to mastermind by Taylor Swift and I texted my friend and was like “WHAT IF ITS MASTERMIND BUT WOLFSTAR” and she was like “YOU HAVE TO WRITE IT” so I did :)

I LOVE THAT LINE TOO. I was like “I need this fic to have the most fluffy, adorable ending to ever end.” So I rewrote the epilogue SO many times to get it right.

Thank you so so so much again for your message ♥️ I love your girl in red pfp btw <3

#remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #mastermind #wolfstar

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jamesunderwater · 6 months

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2, 8, 17, 21!

02: Lyrics from the most recent song that made you think of a Marauders Era character

Last night I was listening to July by Laur Elle (who is amazing btw and just put out a new album) and the lyrics below made me think of Sirius and the self-loathing of his teen years that he just...completely keeps to himself.

One step forwards, falling backwards I just wanna prove that I'm worth More than what my head tells me that I am I'll try again How do I fake a smile and feel the tension? Wait, I'm moving too fast in the wrong direction I've been running around in the dark with no light But I can't stop staying up looking for signs

08: Lyrics that make you FERAL about your favorite character

Muahaha I get to do another one >:) Okay so technically this is a prongsfoot song (or wolfstar if that's your vibe) but oh my FUCKING god I feel like Sirius Black wrote it and I scream and cry in the car to it and it tears me in two, so, uh, enjoy (giving you both the verses and then the chorus which is essentially the whole song but it's worth it).

[verse 1] Around the sun and around again You seem to look right through me Another year being your best friend Feels like you always knew me And I'm so proud to call you mine Feels like I know you from another life [chorus] [verse 2] Around the clock, we can talk for days 'Bout how we saw it coming Another sign written on my face 'Cause now my blood is pumpin' Can you just hold me for a little while? My skin is crawling, I feel vile [chorus] But what if it doesn't end well Would you still stay? What if I fuck it up like I always do And my shit gets in the way? What if it doesn't end well Would we still be fine? When the world is over and we go under Would you still be mine?

17: Lyrics you think perfectly describe Remus Lupin

Oh, the entire song Half a Man by Dean Lewis, hands fucking down. But here are the beginning lyrics. I mean ugh he literally believes he's half a man; the second line could refer to him telling Tonks things are over with him and Sirius when they're not. The rest needs no explanation imo. I mean, it's just. It's perfect.

I was wrong to say I loved her, I was wrong to think I'm right When I told her it was over, oh my darling I had lied I've been running from my demons, afraid to look behind I've been running from myself, afraid of what I'd find But how am I supposed to love you when I don't love who I am? And how could I give you all of me when I'm only half a man? 'Cause I'm a sinking ship that's burning, so let go of my hand Oh how can I give you all of me when I'm only half a man?

21: Lyrics from a song you think the Marauders Era girlies would perform if they were an all-girl band (+ tell us what their performance would be like)

I fucking love that several people asked about this one. Hot of you all. Okay first of all I need to say imagining Lily Evans as the leader singer of an all-girl band is.......one of the hottest things I've ever thought of, jfc. Okay but um anyway I LOOOOVE this song for Lily, and I think it applies to all the first war Order girlies, who were FUCKING BAD ASSES and probably disappointed people by not being the same old girls they used to be. So please enjoy a snippet of EAT ME by Demi Lovato, feat. Royal & the Serpent.

Is this what you'd all prefer? Would you like me better if I was still her? Did she make your mouths water? Ugh I know the part I've played before I know the shit that I've ignored I know the girl that you adored She's dead, it's time to fucking mourn I can't spoon-feed you anymore I can't spoon-feed you anymore Dinner's served, it's on the floor I can't spoon-feed you anymore You'll have to eat me as I am You'll have to eat me as I am

Lyrics Ask Game: Marauders Edition

#this is SO FUCKING FUN god #marauders music #music #you've got mail #luna tag #ask game #the marauders #hp

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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2, 4, 17 for the writers asks! 🥰🥰🥰

Thanks love!

Send me an ask from this list!

2. What’s a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

Ohhh, I have a few.

The first one that comes to mind is All Aboard All Over Again. It’s canon compliant Remus getting on the train to Hogwarts in POA, haunted by the memories of his dead friends and friend he pretended was dead. Chapter 2 is the demeanor scene in POA, and how he saw Harry for the first time. I really loved getting into that mindset to write this Remus, but it’s definitely darker.

There’s also The Last Diary of Lily Potter, specifically the October 24 letter and some of those in the last week. October 24 is a letter to Harry where Lily acknowledges that they may not survive this, and what that means. It made me cry writing it and every time I tried to edit it.

The Act or Process of Recovering is all about James being tortured and the aftermath of it. (Watch the tags and warnings on this one if you read it). James is conditioned to think Lily is dead, and so when he actually sees her again, he can’t hold in his head that she is, in fact, alive. It’s very dark and twisty, and trying to imagine how James or Lily (or Remus or Sirius) felt in this is very, very hard.

Under the Right Moon is a trauma recovery fic (again, watch the tags and warnings on this one), and it was actually very hard to write. Remus has flashbacks and memories of his trauma, and it wasn’t easy getting in his mind to make this fic work.

Finally, Dusk is a memory loss fic, and Sirius’s condition early on, and Remus’s response, is very real and personal. It was hard to write, but I also love the way it came out.

4. What fic of your own do you read for comfort?

A lot of them, actually! Sometimes I just get in the mood to reread a scene from something. However, the first one that came to mind is The Sound that Broke The Silent Night. It’s wolfstar raising harry after rescuing toddler harry from the Dursleys, and the moment that Harry realizes Santa Sirius is there for him is just lovely.

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work.

I’m stealing a snippet from a comment on a fic because I don’t want to share the whole thing or screenshot it and out this person, but this comment is by far the most meaningful thing I’ve ever gotten.

I look at remus in this fic and see myself, in every way. I read this fic all in one sitting and damn near cried, and have read it a few times over in the past couple days before commenting because of how beautifully you wrote remus' recovery line. I also sent this fic to my partner, and thanks to you putting into words my experiences and reactions, we managed to have a proper conversation about Stuff and why I feel how I do, etc etc etc. Anyway, point is I adored this fic and I wanted to say thank you. recovery feels impossible sometimes, but this fic really made me feel seen, and it was like im now able to see a future where I am safe and happy, and I know where to start carving out my life to make that happen.

#snitch answers asks #deep ask game

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snufluffles · 2 years

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Something He Never Got To Say Before

for @impishtubist 's prompt here ; it's not wolfstar raising Harry, but close! hope you like it ! words: 955 summary: Harry wants to call Sirius ‘dad’. [Set in the summer after PoA, Peter’s caught, Sirius is free and raising Harry the best he can.]

It frustrates Harry how it fits so perfectly. Sirius is spelled soft and warm on his tongue but dad—it’s tender and something Harry’s never got to say before and homey and it makes his cheek hurt with a smile. Harry loves how it sounds.

But he isn’t meant for it.

Harry stares at the words.

Oh, and I’m sure my dad will~

That’s where they end, the curved end of the l smudged into a waving, blotted line; Harry’s quill had jerked with the realisation of what he’d written.

Dad.

He stares, biting his lip, heart starting to pound in his chest. Sirius, he means. But.

Sirius isn't his dad. Harry doesn't have a dad.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it does.

Sirius changed his whole life. He bought Harry a home, now gives him a life that is a thousand times less miserable and more exciting than his previous one—it is love filled and brimming with smiles and soft touches (instead of shrieking and pan-throwing and knee-scraping heart-wrenching hurt) and Sirius buys him candies and ice creams (the very best ones) and takes him to carnivals and teaches him about Holi and Diwali and tells him stories about his parents. Sirius ruffles his hair and watches the telly with him and tells Harry: I love you, kid.

You're the best, Harry.

It's enough. It should be.

It is, in a way. Harry is more than grateful, beyond it really, for all that Sirius has done—he’s done so much for him in a mere twenty days than the Dursleys ever did for him in all of Harry’s thirteen years.

And yet, he finds himself wanting more.

His lips taste of blood as he scrapes back his chair to throw the crumpled parchment into the bin.

He is four (but he doesn't know it then) when he, looking at Petunia's long pale hair and Dudley's very blue eyes (handsome, Petunia always says), asks: “Are you my mum?”

It's a question that's been troubling him, after that Incident at the grocer's, whizzing around in his mind and buzzing right next to his ears and crawling over his fingers ever since.

Petunia turns with a crack of her neck, her face pinching and scrunching. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“That woman at the—”

“I am not,” she cuts in, sharply. Then she shudders. “I'm not your mother and never will be, you understand? I would never want you as my son, you freak of a child.”

Harry fights back tears.

“Who is, then?” he whispers.

“You don't have a mother, you idiot.”

One of the words he learns that day is orphan.

But he isn’t meant for it. It’s how it is. Like how he will never have his parents back. How the sky is blue. It’s how it will be.

Yet. There’s a childish part of Harry that hopes so badly, hopes with all of his snitch-sized heart and rule-defying soul that Sirius accepts him and calls him ‘son’ and —

Maybe he should write a letter to Hermione. Or Ron. They’re good at family stuff, especially Ron. Harry wonders what his best friend would say if he asked: ‘Mate, what do you do when you feel like calling your godfather ‘dad’?

He probably wouldn’t know, nor Hermione, Harry thinks, chewing his morsel for far longer than he should, staring at his plate.

The thing is, the real thing that is behind it all, that Sirius is really, when you think of it for a good while, the perfect picture for the word ‘dad’. He’s the synonym of dad, really, and Harry’s sure that if he said it to whoever wrote dictionaries, the writer would most definitely agree and immediately jot it down next to ‘dad’ and congratulate him immensely for the insight. (In his mind, he looks like Cornelius Fudge.)

And that is why, when Sirius asks Harry in his gentle voice, eyes grey and kind, if something is wrong (because Harry has been quiet throughout dinner and Sirius is sure the curry tastes alright and there’s nothing wrong Sirius has said and he’s wracking his brain if today is a date kids should be morose on but he can’t handle Harry looking so sadly at his plate, like it’s broken his heart or something) that Harry blurts, “Can I call you dad?”

Sirius blinks.

His spoon clatters on the plate.

Harry’s mouth parts as he realises what he’s said and he inhales a sharp, stuttering breath.

Way to go there, Potter. “Er—I mean…”

He doesn’t know what he means except what he said and he knows that he shouldn’t have said it and there’s an expression (shock? surprise? dread?) drenching Sirius’ face and he needs to look away and down at his plate.

Shame burns in his throat, flaming his face and his heart twists.

Harry says, “I meant…” He has no idea what he can say that would rectify this situation. He stares at his orange-red curry, imagining his face is as red as it.

“Oh, Harry…” Sirius say, voice sounding... strange. He clears his throat. “I—of course you can. If you want to.”

Harry looks up so quickly his vision greys a little. “I can?”

“Yeah, you can.” Sirius’ hand flies to his smooth hair to smoothen it.

“Oh.”

He can’t believe it. Sirius smiles; a smile that makes him think of his parents’ wedding photos, that makes Harry believe in everything, including this.

Harry’s face splits into a wide wide grin. “Um, thank you… Dad!”

Sirius’ smile wobbles. “Come here, kid.” Sirius gets up and raises his arms, inviting Harry for a hug. Harry rushes forward, chair screeching, heart soaring in delight, and burrows himself in the tight hold of his godfather, and—dad.

#my writing #harry potter #godfather sirius black #pov harry potter #dadfoot #fluff #angst with a happy ending #ficlet #snufluffles writes

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bikelock28 · 3 years

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Can you explain what you mean by “Lupin's Pottermore bio doesn't fit with canon Remadora.”?

Ohhh boy, thank you for asking this question. I've been wanting to get this off my chest for a while. There are 3 main inconsistencies so prepare for a long answer!

Inconsistency 1: OotP According to Pottermore, the whole Lupin/Tonks thing kicks off with: One night when they lay in hiding outside a known Death Eater’s house, after a year of increasingly warm friendship, Tonks made an idle remark about one of their fellow Order members (‘He’s still handsome, isn’t he, even after Azkaban?’). Before he could stop himself, Remus had replied bitterly that he supposed she had fallen for his old friend (‘He always got the women.’). At this, Tonks became suddenly angry. ‘You’d know perfectly well who I’ve fallen for, if you weren’t too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice.’

Then Lupin goes Full Lupin about it and, "avoided any further excursions with [Tonks], barely talked to her, and started volunteering for the most dangerous missions. Tonks became desperately unhappy". This all happened BEFORE Sirius' death.

There's a few things to unpack here. I'll start with the fact that "I suppose you've fallen for him. He always got the women," is a crazy thing to say to someone about their cousin. JK is a fan of the Tonks-loves-Sirius fake-out and it's understandable from Harry's PoV but a weird take from Lupin (*cough* especially if you also ship Wolfstar *cough*).

Next, in the final scene of OotP, Tonks is described as, "her bright bubble-gum-pink hair gleaming in the sunlight"- her hair is still working and she is specifically described as standing in sunlight, #patheticfallacy. "Next to Tonks was Lupin"- THEY ARE SPECIFICALLY MENTIONED AS BEING BESIDE EACH OTHER. And then they start finishing each other's sandwiches sentences. Not the behaviour of a guy who is desperately trying to avoid someone.

Inconsistency 2: HBP After all that, Lupin goes off to Greyback Land for most of HBP. Pottermore says that around Bill's hospital bed in HBP Ch 29, "Tonks made a brave, public declaration of her feelings for Remus, who was forced to admit the strength of his love for her". This fits with what Pottermore has previously suggested- that HBP Ch29 is the first time these feelings have been discussed by either party since the "You’d know perfectly well who I’ve fallen for". Except here's the dialogue from the book: Tonks: “You see! She still wants to marry him, even though he’s been bitten! She doesn’t care!"

Lupin: “It’s different. Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely —”

Tonks: “But I don’t care either, I don’t care! I’ve told you a million times…”

Lupin: “And I’ve told you a million times that I am too old for you, too poor…too dangerous…”

Molly: “I’ve said all along you’re taking a ridiculous line on this, Remus,”

Lupin: “I am not being ridiculous. Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.”

Arthur: “But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so,"

Lupin: “This is…not the moment to discuss it. Dumbledore is dead…”

Professor McGonagall: "Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world,” This is not a "brave, public declaration of feelings for Remus"! And in no way does Lupin "admit the strength of his love for her"! It's almost the opposite, he can barely look at her. Nobody mentions love until McGonogall right at the end. This isn't a declaration of love, this is a follow-up argument from a conversation which has already happened, and which all the adults in the room are aware of. It doesn't fit with the Pottermore implication that this has all been repressed for a year- this situation has been well-known, and it's clearly not the first time Tonks and Lupin have discussed their relationship.

Inconsistency 3: HBP/DH The above scene happens on 30/6, and by 31/7, they're married and they both know she's pregnant. Even if you headcanon the unlikely idea that Teddy was conceived as soon as Harry left the room in HBP Ch29, 31 days is pretty quick to develop pregnancy symptoms at all, let alone decide the symptoms are consistent enough to warrant a test, and then actually get hold of and do the test. And that's just for Tonks to find out herself, she might have taken a while to tell Lupin. And it wasn't a normal 31 days, it was a pretty busy time in which you might not have time to worry about missing a period or sourcing a pregnancy test! So while technically yes, it could have happened, it seems a pretty tight turnaround to me (full disclosure: I've never been or tried to get pregnant, so my evidence for this is anecdotal/from Google. Happy to be corrected if anybody has anything about this to add).

(Also Pottermore says, "Remus realised that Tonks was pregnant," which irritates me because I’m pretty sure that Tonks realised Tonks was pregnant before anybody else did).

Conclusion Those are the three main inconsistencies imo. I vaguely included that “You’d know perfectly well who I’ve fallen for, if you weren’t too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice” scene in Pluto because I quite like it (despite having to find a reason why Lupin would suggest that cousins fancy each other), although I had it be a catalyst to Tonks and Lupin having a relationship in OotP. I suppose I was trying to cover all basis/ have my cake and eat it, and sometimes I wish I hadn’t included that Pottermore scene at all tbh, but there we are. For me, Book Canon is gospel and Pottermore etc is a lesser form of canon, so the inconsistencies don't, like, ruin my life. They're just kind of annoying. I don't think they're huge errors or fails on JK's part, I reckon she overlooked a few details from the books when she wrote Pottermore, which is forgivable considering there's over a million words of the books in total. Phew! Glad to get that off my chest. Thanks for asking, have a fantastic week :) x

#questions or something #my rambles #this is a big ramble #pottermore #hbp #hp #jkr #remadora #pluto #bikelock28 #remus lupin #hp meta #is it called a meta?#tonks #nymphadora tonks #dh #ootp

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wolfstar-supremacy-innit · 3 years

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"Tell who?"- Part 1

Remus smiled into his pillow. Why’s he so cute? He felt something rustle under his stomach. Reaching under himself, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. His resolutions list. Remus flipped onto his back and squinted at the letters. Warmth was pooling in his chest. Something is missing here. He patted the bed in search for his quill and ink, then wrote:

5. Fuck this I wanna tell him I love him

The paper slipped to the floor as Remus’ arms gave out and he drifted into an instantaneous, profound sleep.

Alternatively:

The Marauders are in their 6th year at Hogwarts, it's New Year's Eve and Remus writes a New Year's resolutions list. Sirius finds it the next day. The story is written from Remus' point of view. It's wolfstar and lighthearted. Kinda inspired by this fanfic.

This is part 1 of the story. I will be posting the other parts separately here and also the full fic on ao3 (I will link everything when it's done, check this post for that in some time). Warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of anxiety disorder.

Enjoy! :)

Part 2 Part 3

Remus sat on the windowsill in the 6th year boys’ dormitory rolling a cigarette with magic. Well, trying to. He carefully placed the tobacco and filter on the small paper and tapped it with his wand, but half of the contents plopped out. The spell needed perfecting, obviously. Remus had picked up the habit of smoking socializing with some muggle kids back home during that summer. He knew it was stupid, but he had thought it looked cool. Later, he also found out he quite liked the lightheadedness that followed smoking a cigarette quickly. And some more time after that, there was a boy at school to try to impress, but that's a little embarrassing to admit. A nicotine addiction was surely well on its way to becoming a reality, but Remus didn't like to think about that. And anyway, with the war looming over everyone's head, who cares if a 16-year-old werewolf is addicted to nicotine? The problem was that cigarettes were expensive and Remus didn't have a lot of money to spare, so he resigned to rolling as it was cheaper and lasted longer. With some practice, he'll be able to assemble them with magic effortlessly anyway.

"Hiya, Moony," James said, walking into the room, "you're not getting ready?"

"Yes, I am." Remus pointed at his cigarette rolling arrangement, although James was probably referring to the fact that he wasn't dressed for a party.

It was the 31st of December. The four of them were staying at Hogwarts for the entirety of the holidays, given that the full moon had been on the 26th. Well, that was the excuse they gave their parents. The real reason why they hadn’t gone to the Potters after the 26th, where they usually spent the Christmas holidays, was that Sirius had stumbled upon a flyer for a gig and party occurring in Hogsmeade that Friday. James and Sirius were ecstatic, but Remus was pretty apathetic towards the idea of going. With his crush on his best friend and all. In fact, he had been trying to steer clear of settings in which he was sure Sirius would look particularly, well, hot. However, there was a flaw in his thinking, he had realised. Day by day, Sirius was beginning to look extraordinarily hot to Remus in every setting, and there was nothing he could do about it.

When Sirius had arrived at their train compartment at the beginning of that school year, Remus was very, very confused. Sirius had run away from home and spent the majority of the summer at the Potters, but in the two months, he had changed profoundly. Although they had been exchanging letters the whole summer, nothing could've prepared Remus for the feeling of panic bubbling up in him when Sirius had stepped through the sliding doors. After finally being released from his family's clutches, the freedom and eagerness to express himself had been immediately evident. Sirius had let his hair grow out longer than usual, past his shoulders, messier and curlier, but all the better looking (if that was even possible). He'd gotten taller and his shoulders broader, his muggle clothes sitting flawlessly on his lean figure. He’d looked cool, to say the least- chunky black lace-up boots, black trousers, a small silver loop earring in one ear and, of course, a black leather jacket. Remus had been perplexed and silent the whole train ride. What is wrong with me, he had thought. It wasn't envy or disapproval. It was excitement for his best friend's joy after years of trauma, of course, it was. But what the hell was that lump in his throat and the inability to look Sirius in the eye? Later that week, as Sirius had stepped out of the bathroom with his shirt hanging loosely around his neck exposing his prominent collarbones, Remus had realised with a sinking feeling that it all impossibly resembled a crush. A crush on Sirius?? I am so fucked, he had thought as he swallowed a lump.

In the following months, Remus had been desperately attempting to push his feelings into the deep dark depths of his mind and just forget about it. Still, as it turned out, Sirius' natural charm and charisma were impossible to look past. He would casually sling his arm over Remus' shoulders on their way to class or wink at him when James said a sentence without picking up on the innuendo of it. And it made Remus' heart jump out of his chest. On top of all that, Sirius was, in all likelihood, the most handsome bloke in the whole of Britain. So much so that talking to him made Remus' stomach twist with nervous energy most of the time. Anxious talking to my best friend of five years... He felt completely off his rocker.

In the present time, Sirius threw the dorm door open, stepping inside with Peter following and Remus jumped a little. "Lads," he said rubbing his palms together, "tonight's the night. We're getting plastered!"

"No," Remus said, still struggling with the cigarettes, now resolving to roll them manually. He wasn't very keen on his big mouth outrunning his drunk brain as it so usually happened after a few drinks. And now he had a dangerous secret to keep...

"Oh come on, Moony! This is our night off the chain!" There wasn't much Remus could say no to with those big grey eyes looking into his. Before he could say anything, Sirius asked: "Mate, could you roll me a few?" He had picked smoking up from Remus, of course. Sirius had said it looked "wicked" and “punk rock”. Remus was more proud of that than he was willing to admit.

"Sure," Remus replied.

"Cheers." Sirius winked at Remus and his stomach flipped. "Right. I'm going to get ready. We gotta clear off when I get out," Sirius said disappearing into the bathroom.

Remus successfully rolled up enough cigarettes for him and Sirius and placed them into his case. Oblivious to James' and Peter's conversation, Remus contemplated how he would survive the night. He'll have his cigs and the music, he concluded. He'll be fine.

He changed into his teal sweater and dark jeans and plopped onto his bed, gazing into the wooden board above him for a while. He sighed. In a few hours, 1976 would die and the illusion of a new slate in the form of a new year will be born. Remus was aware it was silly, but he liked creating little lists of goals for himself for the following year. They were never anything revolutionary, just a couple of small and realistic things he would like to accomplish. He thought about it for a few moments, then reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out some parchment, ink and a quill. He wrote:

1977 New Years resolutions:

1. Get mum that record she's been talking about for months now

2. Master the cig rolling spell

3. Improve on non-verbal magic

4. Complete that muggle reading challenge Lilly and I compiled

Sirius then came out of the bathroom dolled up and with very discreet lines of black eyeshadow around his eyes. The parchment and quill slipped from Remus’ fingers. The deep grey now stood out even further than usual. "Should we get a move on, then?" Remus rolled on his bed, pressed his face into the pillow and groaned softly, pretending it was because of his reluctance to go. He didn't know how many more of Sirius' little surprises he could take before his head imploded. This was clearly one of those times Sirius would look just exceptionally fucking fit.

"You're wearing that, Moony?" Remus picked his head up to look at Sirius, not being able to suppress the disappointment that was creeping up.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, you wear sweaters every day, don’t you? This is a party we’re going to!” Remus sat up and peered at him silently, allowing himself to take a better look at the eyeshadow that suited him wonderfully.

“Where did you get that?” James piped in, finally noticing Sirius’ make up.

“Borrowed it from Marls. Now, Moony, let’s see...” He started rummaging through his wardrobe and emerged with a dark grey shirt with a band logo on it. “Here you go, mate.” Sirius held it up for him to look at, then tossed it on the werewolf’s bed. Remus loved that shirt, especially because it was one of Sirius’ favourites.

“It’s December,” Remus said, but excitement was swirling in his stomach at the thought of wearing Sirius’ clothes. “Well, wear your coat.” He flashed Remus a smile. As the other boys started pilling their belongings into their pockets and putting on jackets, Remus reflected on changing into the shirt. Then he did it, quickly. Heat rose swiftly up his neck and cheeks at the realisation it smelled like Sirius. It felt like he would melt into the carpet any second now. Maybe he could allow himself to simmer in his infatuation just for tonight.

“Looking good.” Sirius smiled at him in the mirror as Remus checked himself out. The blush intensified.

The four boys crept down hallways using the Marauder’s Map to avoid Filch and the teachers and made it safely to the One-Eyed Witch Statue on the third floor. Sirius and James were practically skipping down the secret passage leading to Honeydukes. Even Remus felt a little giddy, but that may or may not have been because of the shirt. They arrived at the pub without hindrances and made their way inside. The place was loud and crowded as they pushed their way to a round wooden bar table. There were decorative lights of different shapes and sizes everywhere as well as tiny glass lanterns with magical flames flickering inside. The atmosphere was bewitching.

“Right,” Sirius clapped his hands, “what’re we drinking?”

Remus wanted a Butterbeer, but it was decided on his behalf that he would be having Firewhiskey. After all, Sirius was now of age and this was his first opportunity to take advantage of it. And so, Remus was coerced into his first glass of alcohol. He downed it quickly when the first girl approached Sirius. This was nothing new, of course. He was showered in attention from girls at school all the time. What was different now was that it gravely bothered Remus. However, Sirius paid no attention to the lady and instead turned to Remus to ask for a cigarette. Sirius smoking was a work of art; Remus could testify to that.

After the first drink, it was no trouble following up with more and the boys wanted to try weird sounding beverages from the menu. Thick, white smoke covered their table when James brought over the Simison Steaming Stout. Later, Remus had a shot (or three) of something called Checker’s Quick Everclear which made him inexplicably snap his fingers a few times after swallowing it. It was incredibly amusing and enough to get him rather half cut. After that, things became somewhat fuzzy. The band was fine, so they danced and drank and Remus felt just swell. It could’ve had something to do with Sirius ignoring the girls or plainly the amount of alcohol in his blood. By the time people began counting down from ten, Remus had half lost his ability to comprehend what was going on. He caught sight of James hugging Sirius when the clock hit midnight as the two of them shouted: “Happy New Year!” A couple seconds later Remus felt hands around himself and realised James hugged him next, yelling the same words, frankly a bit too close to his ear. It seemed that James was either holding his drinks well or just hadn’t drank that much. Sirius’ eyes, however, were half-closed, Remus noticed, as he moved to embrace him. It was just a smidge underwhelming. Remus was numb all over and barely felt the touch of Sirius’s arms over the colossal spike of adrenaline that flashed in his insides. He likely held him tighter than necessary and reluctantly pulled away when Sirius did too. Their cheeks brushed briefly in the process. When Remus looked at him, Sirius was smiling. His hair was messy, lips full and smooth. The eyeshadow hadn’t moved. Remus almost leaned in, but chose to just smile back instead. I have a secret to keep. Big secret. Scary secret. He slyly avoided hugging Peter (who was really sweaty) as his stupid, drunk brain kept repeating: Big. Scary. Secret. Secret. But he had already forgotten what was so confidential. He was really fuckin’ pissed, wasn’t he? Remus sniggered to himself.

Sirius and James wanted to go to the dancefloor and Peter followed them. Remus, however, wasn’t quite sure he could stand very well without having a table to hold on to once in a while. So he stayed put, fetched a cigarette from his case, lit it with his wand and leaned on his forearms on the table. Reveling in the fact that that he was allowing himself to feel all his forbidden feelings tonight, Remus observed Sirius in a manner he hoped was subtle. Sirius was dancing with his eyes closed, smooth, controlled movements, face tilted upwards. Christ, Remus banged his forehead on the table, why does he have to look like that?! It felt strangely pleasant, so he stayed in that position for some time. His head was swaying lightly and he got an inexplicable urge to laugh.

“Alright, Moony,” a voice brought him back to reality. Remus forced his head up.

“Splendid,” he said. Sirius smiled at him.

“We got any more fags?”

“Yup.” He pulled out the case out of his back pocket and handed it to Sirius, just as he asked: “Having fun, Moony?” Remus’ mouth stretched into a stupid, crooked smile.

“Oh, I’m having a brilliant time.”

“Good.” Sirius struggled pulling his wand out of the pocket of his tight-fitting (Sigh...) jeans. Remus brought his own wand to the cigarette hanging from the other boy’s lips and produced miniature blue flames. Sirius sucked in the smoke, held it briefly, then exhaled. “Cheers.”

Remus downed whatever it was leftover in James’ glass. Then his mind blacked out. The next thing he was aware of was being dragged up the stairs by James to their dormitory. “You’re a miracle,” he mumbled, thinking how James could have possibly snuck him through the castle in this state without getting caught. James laughed softly.

“Okay, Moony.”

Remus plopped on his bed face first and let out a long, loud half-sigh, half-groan. He heard Sirius laugh from his own bed. “Nooo, we’re not getting plastered tonight! No waaay,” he said in a teasing voice. Remus smiled into his pillow. Why’s he so cute? He felt something rustle under his stomach. Reaching under himself, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. His resolutions list. Remus flipped onto his back and squinted at the letters. Warmth was pooling in his chest. Something is missing here. He patted the bed in search for his quill and ink, then wrote:

5. Fuck this I wanna tell him I love him

The paper slipped to the floor as Remus’ arms gave out and he drifted into an instantaneous, profound sleep.

Part 2 Part 3

#wolfstar #harry potter #hp #fanfic #marauders #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #mine #pining #friends to lovers #fluff #marauders era fic #marauders era #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #jilly #wolfstar fic

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onbeinganangel · 3 years

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last line game

i was meant to be editing a fic earlier but put this together instead!

this should be interesting when compared to the first lines i posted a few days ago (here if you wanna have a little snoop) and also just in general because I wrote a lot of open endings i’m not particularly fond of for kinkuary, which will be most of these😂

thank you for tagging me @shealwaysreads @the-starryknight @tackytigerfic and @peachpety ✨💛

here we go:

1) heavy (drarry, 6.5k, E): And Draco thinks, sod his “no words before tea“ rule, and whispers back, “I love you, too.”

2) watch (pansy/ron/viktor, 1k, E): Watch them grapple with the need to come, the need to be let out of their confinement and the desire to watch the other fall apart, knowing that, at the end of the day, she’s the one with the power to take it all away.

3) sharp (george/angelina, ~500, E): And he doesn’t know what comes first — the intuition, the knowledge that it’s about to happen or the familiar feeling of her warm breath over his cock, but he closes his eyes and lets her attention wash over him.

4) yours (pansy/percy, ~900, E): Percy thinks “Thank Merlin for Witch Weekly interrupting the Ministry’s workday for weeks on end. A gift basket may be in order.”

5) sweat (blairon, 1.4k, E): “It’s more fun this way.”

6) reach (draco/james/teddy, 1.4k, E): He lets himself be manhandled, positioned, kissed, touched, fucked, loved, and knows that he could have never asked anyone for this but Draco and Teddy.

7) clean (romione, 1k, E): Maybe in a couple of hours she’ll remember the headache that plagued her when she first woke up, and think about magic that isn’t magic and how some things just work.

8) shake (ginny/tonks, 1.1k, E): And when she asks so nicely, what else is Ginny meant to do?

9) beast (ronarry, 1.1k, E): “Yeah, why not?”

10) water (pansmione, 1k, E): And with a tight pull at the leash, Pansy licks her lips and gets to work.

11) concerned, worried, desperate (drarry, ~300, M): Draco knows not to get his hopes up.

12) slide (bill/draco, 1.5k, E): Before he gathers the courage to ask if round two should happen at his or Bill’s, he feels the pull of Apparition, and starts feeling hot at the idea of taking his sweet time with him.

13) start (blaise/ginny, fred/lee, 1.3k, E): As usual, the night will pass in a blur, but he knows that whatever desires are left unfulfilled will be dealt with another night.

14) honey (parlavender, 2.3k, E): Lavender laughs, but it quickly turns into a half-groan, half-growl when Parvati kisses her neck and asks, “can I eat you out under your desk?”

15) night (deamus, 1k, E): “I dunno. Could stay for a while, really,” Seamus replies with a smile.

16) storm (wolfstar, 2.7k, E): “Yeah, let’s do that,” he says, and lets Moony pull him into his bedroom.

17) faith (draco/james, 1.3k, E): He feels Draco’s lips stretch into a smile against his forehead.

18) chase (jegulus, 1k, E): They can never get enough of each other.

19) Misfortune’s Bitter Storms (bill/fleur/tonks, 5.6k, E): Next time Sirius walks past Bill in one of the first floor corridors, Bill gets a nod and a wink and he could swear Sirius mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “lucky dog” under his breath.

20) still (perciver, 1.3k, E): He bats Percy’s hand away and wraps his own broom-calloused hand around Percy’s cock and strokes in time with his thrusts and tries not to think too hard about the fact maybe he wants to keep Percy around for good.

Well, what have we learned? We have first and foremost learned that my last lines are a lot spicier than my first lines! Generally speaking, I liked all my first lines. I don't necessarily love a lot of these last lines, if I'm being honest.

Mostly because some of my kinkuary stuff is just a bite sized bit of smut and a lot of it has open endings and whatnot and some feel a little unfinished to me when out of context like this! I can't find patterns as clear as I did with my first lines. A lot of these are LONG, but lots are short and punchy too! There's more dialogue as a last line too and I barely had any as a first line, so that's interesting.

All in all, there's a better range here than there was with the first lines. If I had to pick favourites it would be between 19 because it's just funny aaaaand 18 because it really encapsulates all the bitter feelings of that relationship/fic.

I shall tag @graymatters @davonysus @crimsonhead-ache @jackvbriefs and @ohdrarry ✨

#tag game #m writes

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akindofmagictoo · 3 years

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20 first lines tag game

this comes from @zmlorenz and also I think @amillionwips — thank you both!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 stories just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag others.

(I will tag @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @sleepyowlwrites and anyone who wants to play!)

Hurricane

Tempest stilled her bouncing leg, eyeing her sleeping husband. Had she woken him? She took a careful breath and didn’t let it go until he snored and rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around himself. Still she waited. One breath. Two breaths. When he still didn’t move, she stood up and grabbed her coat and sword belt, not even bothering to put them on. Because she had to leave, and she had to leave today.

Theo x Aella Little Mermaid AU

Water closed over his head, tugged at his clothes. Tugged him down… down…

He wanted to cry out for help, but the water filled up his mouth before he could make a sound. Cold stole into his limbs, heavy and dark, weighing him down.

His chest ached, searching for air. Deep, cold darkness wrapped around him. Dragging, pressing, pulling down.

Down… down… down…

When he’d hit the water, he’d panicked. That was gone now. All he felt was the cold, the deep dark cold.

a random post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot

Thunder rumbled overhead, blending into the drumming of the rain on the roof. Aella tucked her blanket more tightly around herself, but it did no good. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t keep her mind off the locked front door, Alanna’s instruction to stay inside. It felt too much like other locked doors. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back there again and—

No. Sitting in this bed alone with her thoughts would do no good.

a post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot (sort of the former version of the one above)

“Read the mermaid one again.” Aella snuggled against Theo, pressed up between him and the arm of the big old armchair.

a Theo x Aella modern AU

Even with a map on his phone, Theo was impressed he’d made it to the small cafe on the main street. True, it was the main street, but his new house wasn’t, and directions weren’t his forte. Given how recently he’d moved, it was at least understandable.

The cafe was small, but its list of drink options was larger than he’d expected. But it included several types of tea, so he ordered a familiar English Breakfast and sat down at the nearest table.

post-canon oneshot of the Hurricane women play ‘theatre’

“So, who’s up next?” Aria stretched out in her hammock. “As much as I enjoyed being the defence lawyer, I think it’s someone else’s turn.”

“I’ll play the accused. I want to try my daring escape again,” Aella volunteered, sitting up.

Theo grinned. “Because you got caught last time?”

a crossover royalty AU with another project (Labyrinth)

(this isn’t the first line, but it’s the first lines where Theo appears. also, you would be correct if you assume that the Spanish princess is not Aella. that is the complication.)

“Spain confirmed the marriage alliance,” said Jared. “We still have to confirm it one last time, though.”

Theo glanced up at his dad. “Hardly surprising, really. They offered it, after all.”

Jared nodded. “Are you still alright with this? We can turn them down now, if you want.”

“My calendar is free,” said Theo, straight-faced. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got my eye on someone else or whatever. Just as long as I’m not expected to actually have a romantic relationship with the Spanish princess.”

the below are all fanfictions. [ps my AO3 is @/ sidebysidewithafriend go check it out if any of these fics interest you]

Shadow and Cottontail (Harry Potter: Marauders (OC insert))

(this is co-written, I’m posting the first part that I wrote)

“Is there mail today?” Kai Lupin jumped the last step down to the dining room. This was the same question she’d been asking for five days, but she asked anyway.

Her mother Hope was about to answer when an owl swooped through the open window, a parchment envelope clutched in its beak.

“I think the answer is yes,” said Remus, descending the stairs behind her with a little more care than she’d taken. Kai rolled her eyes and crossed the room to see what the envelope contained.

Hope was already taking it from the owl. “It’s from Hogwarts,” Hope said, and Kai’s heart leapt, only to be dashed by her mother’s next words. “But there’s only one envelope. It’s addressed to you, Kai.”

Told You You’d Kill It (Harry Potter: Romione)

“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

Through a yawn, he continued, “I’m done. I’m so tired.” Probably from his basketball training, but schoolwork was also a struggle for him, she knew. And they’d been studying in the library for several hours now. No wonder he was exhausted.

Thank You For Saving My Cat (Harry Potter: Jily)

Lily pushed herself up to a sitting position and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was out. She turned back to the house, watching the orange flames that danced over the structure with her heart in her throat. Was it her imagination, or were they growing smaller?

Most of her stuff could be replaced. But she hoped nonetheless that she wouldn’t have to.

Then she remembered the one thing she’d left behind and couldn’t replace. Crookshanks. She stumbled to her feet. Legs shaking under her, she ran to the nearest firefighter and grabbed their sleeve. The firefighter gear covered its occupant’s face, but the voice sounded male. “Are you alright?” He took her arm gently, steadying her.

3AM (Harry Potter: Wolfstar)

The beeping of the fire alarm filtered into Sirius’s sleeping brain, burrowing in until he couldn’t help but wake up. At which point he groaned and wrapped his pillow around his head, trying to block out the noise.

But this was a fire alarm, so really he had to get up. Grudgingly, he removed the pillow from his head and fumbled for his phone to check the time. The light from the screen was blinding in the darkness of his dorm room, but after a moment his eyes adjusted to see that it was 3:07 AM.

Give Him Back to Me (The Great Library: Wolfe x Santi)

Day 1

“Nic?” Wolfe half-rose from the bed at the sound of knocking, leaving his Codex open beside him. Something was off, though. Nic wouldn’t knock. He had a key. Besides, Nic was away in Belgium, training a new company. He wasn’t due back for another day or two, and that was assuming everything went to plan.

Nevertheless, when the knock came again he got to his feet and headed for the door.

Death Is Not Fair (Shadowhunters: (very angsty) Malec)

It wasn’t fair. Then again, life wasn’t fair.

And neither was death.

It shouldn’t have happened. It should have been a simple mission. The scans and all the reports had said there was just one demon in the area. It was a larger, stronger demon, and would’ve put up a good fight, but it was still practically nothing to a Shadowhunter like Alec.

Untitled (Shadowhunters: Sizzy) (unfinished and un-posted)

Izzy was swearing off dating. She’d kind of thought about it before, but hearing about the amount of drama in Jace’s love life right now cemented the idea firmly in her mind. No more dating. Between that and the mess Alec had gone through a couple of months ago, she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of that. Not to mention that of all the boys she’d dated, none of the relationships had really been right. Did she believe in The One? She wasn’t sure. But none of her boyfriends had been it, that was for sure. So no more dating for her. She was here to study forensic chemistry, after all, and surely it was better to concentrate on that.

Moving Day (Riordanverse: Blitzstone)

Last? signed Hearth.

Blitz brushed a speck of dust from the shoulder of his shirt, studying Hearth’s face. He knew exactly how many boxes were left to move, and it was more than zero, but the elf was looking paler than usual. If that was possible. As he watched, Hearth swayed a little and put a hand on the wall for support. “No. But I’ll get the rest. You need a break.”

Untitled quarantine AU (Riordanverse: Percabeth) (unfinished and un-posted)

“Thanks for letting me stay over to finish this project,” said Annabeth, setting the last piece on the model Coliseum she’d made. They’d done most of it last night, and she was just adding the finishing touches now. Although that had been before school had been shut down; they’d been notified the night before, but since she was here she’d been determined to finish it.

Untitled (The Hobbit) (I have a “better version of Tauriel’s arc” thing in the works, and this is an accompanying oneshot of how the Durins died in this version) (un-posted)

“Where is he? It looks empty. I think Azog has fled.” Fili glanced around nervously, his breath steaming in the icy air.

“I don’t think so,” said Thorin.

Footsteps sounded on the ice, echoing in all directions. It was impossible to know their source.

“We’ve got company,” Thorin growled.

Kili readied his sword.

This was practically everyday for them at this point. Every motion of his sword, every footstep, every bit of it was familiar. Fili hardly had to think. His sword flashed in the faint light. Droplets of blood and crystals of ice spattered his exposed skin, hot and cold. He was at home here; he might not have been on the ice before, but with a sword in his hand and Kili and Thorin at his back, he was content.

this is VERY long. if you read to here, thank you! and maybe consider reading some of them in full on my AO3?

#tag game #20 first lines tag #wip hurricane #wip labyrinth #zoe writes

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sapphoslibrary · 3 years

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@holy-shit-its-wolfstar so like, this can barely be considered a birthday gift anymore because it’s taken me so long to rewrite it, so let’s just call it... a token of my endless love and appreciation for you. hope you like it :)

“Can I show you one more thing before we go?” Willow asks.

We’re at an arts festival in Boston, not far from Willow’s apartment. Willow goes every year, and this year it happened to fall on my birthday, so we elected to do this instead of a party. It’s a million times better, in my opinion.

“Sure. What is it?” I ask, walking just behind Willow.

Willow glances over at me with a mischievous smile. “A surprise.”

“I still don’t like surprises, Willow,” I mutter, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Willow laughs and squeezes my hand. “You’ll like this one. Come on, we’re almost there.”

She tugs at my arm, breaking into an almost-run to get to whatever this final surprise is. I let out a huff of a laugh and follow her, running to keep up with her longer strides. Willow flashes me a grin and slows down after a minute.

“Right here,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing. She gestures to a piano sitting amongst a curtain of cherry blossom trees and a wide assortment of flowers.

The piano is painted with a messy mix of yellows and greens and pinks, chipping in random places, the words ‘play me’ written in large letters across the front. There are hundreds of signatures all over, overlapping each other, from everyone who’s played this piano. I smile at Willow, my eyebrows shooting up.

“Has this always been here?” I ask, my eyes fixed on the messy and unique piano. We come to this park all the time, but I’ve never noticed this.

“Yep,” Willow says cheerfully. She sits at the edge of the bench and taps a couple keys. “For, like, a decade. I used to practice on it all the time before I could afford my own.”

She gestures for me to sit beside her on the bench. I sit down at the edge, my hands folded in my lap. Willow reaches into her bag, and pulls out her yellow binder full of sheet music.

“I want to play you something,” Willow whispers, her voice suddenly switched from cheerful and excited to nervous. “I’ve been working on it for a while. It still needs some revisions, but… I wanted to play it for you today.”

I kiss Willow’s temple, and she relaxes slightly, smiling softly. “Let’s hear it, then. Serenade me,” I say, grinning against her hair.

Willow flicks to the very end of the binder and props it up above the keys. I immediately notice something different about the sheet music-- it’s all handwritten. The staff lines are shaky and uneven, and some of the notes end in Willow’s signature whimsical little swirls. The title at the top just says For Lyra.

She wrote this for me.

Willow’s hands hover over the keys like she’s considering backing out. I give her shoulder an encouraging squeeze, and she starts to play.

Her hands move swiftly and effortlessly across the keys like they were made for it. Her eyes scan her own handwriting, but it’s clear she doesn’t even need it-- she wrote it with her own hands, and she knows it by heart. All of the tension and nervous energy has depleted, and she’s focused just on creating beautiful sounds and steady rhythms with just the tips of her fingers.

It’s the most beautiful piece I’ve ever heard. Soft, and tender, full of pretty chords and trills that sound like little twinkles. The tune is unfamiliar to me right now, but I can’t wait to know it by heart like Willow does. A smile tugs at my lips as I listen, the stunning music taking over every other thought in my mind.

A cherry blossom petal falls onto the keys. Willow quickly sweeps it away, onto my lap, and I discreetly tuck it into my pocket. She glances at me for a second and smiles.

After what feels like a lifetime but was really no more than two minutes, the song ends abruptly. Willow plays one more chord, then looks at me, biting her lip.

“Sorry. I still have to write the ending, but--”

I pull her into a tight hug, pressing a million little kisses into her hair. She lets out a surprised huff and squeezes me back, her fingers curling around my sweater. After just a second, I pull back to tilt my forehead against hers.

“Willow Jane Addison. Babe. Love of my life,” I whisper. My cheeks ache from smiling. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

Willow practically melts against me, grinning. “You liked it?” She whispers.

“Loved it. I would listen to it all day, with or without an ending,” I whisper back, twirling a lock of her hair around my finger. “This is the best fucking surprise ever.”

Willow gives a sigh of relief and pulls me into a loose hug, her arms draping around my neck. “Thank god,” she whispers, her breath fanning against my hair. “Happy birthday, Lyra.”

#i’m so sorry it’s so messy and it’s taken me so long #i literally just wrote it on my phone at the barnes and noble café (which you can only sit at for 30 mins 😭)#but i hope you like it at least a little bit #drewish #willow & lyra #my ocs

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junethewriter · 3 years

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Paris

Modern Muggle Wolfstar AU A lot of fluff. Your heart may explode from it. If you get a fluff heart attack, I will not be held accountable.

Paris. The city of light. One of the best tourist spots in the world, and one of the most beautiful. Sirius Black was taking the most beautiful person in his life, Remus Lupin, to see it.

Remus had never been to Paris, but Sirius was brought up speaking French and going to France, Italy, and other grand places of the world. So Sirius decided he was going to help Remus a lot through this trip.

When they finally decided they would go on this trip, the two boys had been dating for about five years. They arrived at the airport at 5:00 AM, and their flight didn't leave until 7, so they had a few hours to kill. They said goodbye to raven haired James, Sirius' best friend, and green-eyed, redheaded, freckly Lily, who Remus had known forever. They had just gotten married last year. Now, they were expecting a little boy. Harry, they were going to call him. Harry Potter. Sirius liked this name a lot.

"Bye James! Bye Lils!" Sirius called through the airport, his shouts echoing off the crisp walls and all the people of so many different ethnicities from all around the world looking at him. He just smiled at the people and continued on his merry way. Remus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, waved at James and Lily (who waved back, then proceeded to leave the airport) and followed Sirius.

"Sirius... where... are... you... going... in... such a... hurry?" Remus asked, while struggling to keep up with his boyfriend.

"I'm gay. I walk fast. I'm just going to get some Starbucks, I barely ate anything this morning. Do you want anything?"

"Maybe a chai tea."

"Got it."

A chai tea, black coffee (Sirius thinks it's hilarious he drinks black coffee. "Remus! I'm Sirius Black! Black coffee! Get it?"), several hours of phone scrolling, bullshit conversations, and music listening, it's 6:30.

"Rem, let's go board the plane." Sirius says gently, with his hand in Remus' golden curls.

"Mk," he responds, and starts to walk to the desk.

After about ten minutes of waiting, they get to the front.

"Tickets?" the lady at the desk asks. Remus pulls them out and hands them to her. Soon, she hands them back and they start off to board the plane.

"I'm so excited Sirius!" Remus says in a joyful, almost giddy voice, amber eyes shining with excitement.

"So am I! It'll be my first time in Paris with my favorite person." Sirius responds, obsidian locks swinging behind him as he lugs the heavy suitcases behind him.

When they get on the flight, they find their seats and sit down. They do their seatbelts and wait. Soon, the plane starts to take off. Remus is a bit scared at first, as he's never been on a plane before, but Sirius calms him down. Soon, Remus' head has found it's way to Sirius' shoulder and is peacefully asleep as Sirius reads a book.

When they land, hours later, Remus is awake. Very awake. He nearly leaps out of his window seat and climbs over Sirius to get their luggage when the plane has stopped.

"That was incredible Sirius! Why have I never done that before?" Remus says in his giddy voice from before.

"It's pretty great, huh?" Sirius says, smiling at his boyfriends excitement. As Remus runs into the airport, his curls bounced behind him in golden ringlets.

Sirius rented a car and they drove down the the hotel they had a reservation at. They checked in, and went up to their room. By this time, it was 5:00 PM.

"Sirius, I am exhausted." Remus says, and flops down onto the bed.

"Tell me about it." Sirius says, and lays next to him.

"I have a really random urge to write a poem or something right now." Remus says, clearly thinking, and stands up.

"Well, go ahead! I love your poems!" Sirius says, urging him on. Remus sits at the desk and grabs some paper and a hotel pen, then beings to write. Remus is many things, but a bad writer is not one of them. In fact, he's really a rather good one. Soon enough, he finishes the poem, folds it neatly, and places it in his bag.

"I want to read it!" Sirius says, making no effort to retrieve the poem, or even to move from his spot on the bed.

"Too bad." Remus flops down next to Sirius.

"Fine. I wanna take you somewhere tomorrow."

"Like where?"

"Like somewhere."

Remus rolls his eyes and gets comfortable under the covers.

"You'll know tomorrow." Sirius says, doing the same.

Remus wakes up before Sirius the next morning.

"Sirius. Sirius. Sirius. It's tomorrow. I need to know where we're going."

"Breakfast first." Sirius says from somewhere under a pillow and some covers.

Breakfast, as it turned out, was cereal, pastries, and yoghurt.

"Now can we go?" Remus asks, clearly impatient.

"Yes. Fine. Okay. We shall." Sirius responds. They head out of the hotel and Sirius mentions they can walk to the place. While they're walking, Remus starts to really appreciate the beauty of France. They had many old buildings, stone streets, and everyone was so friendly. They all waved hello at each other and Remus thought it would be pleasant to live here.

After maybe ten minutes of walking, Sirius announced that they had arrived. Before them stood the great Eiffel Tower, one of the most famous structures in the world. It stood tall, much taller than Remus had ever imagined. There were many more people than Remus had imagined as well. Every tourist seemed to flock to this spot, like ants to honey. After some time waiting in line, it was their turn. They went up to the very top, where Remus felt like he was the king of France, the king of the world, where all the people looked like insects, mere specks among the great buildings.

"Remus?" Sirius asked, clearly nervous.

"Yeah?" Remus asked, tearing his eyes away from the beautiful scene before him.

"I brought you up here to ask you something. It might sound cheesy, but you're my favorite part of my day. The thing that keeps me smiling. Laughing. Going. So, Remus Lupin, would you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?" Sirius got down on one knee and opened up a black ring box to reveal a intricately carved ring inside. Remus nearly burst into tears.

"Y-yes, of course!" Remus said, smiling more than he had ever in his life. Sirius slipped the ring on his finger and hugged him tight. "What a creative way to propose, Sirius. On top of the Eiffel Tower. A+ for creativity." Remus said between sobs filled with joy.

"Now, will you read me that poem?" Sirius asked Remus, a tint of hope in his voice.

"Of-of course," Remus said, pulling it out of his back pocket, and began to read.

Nothing Without You

No one really is quite like you. Everyone else is so quick to say stuff, but not you. You have been here for me from the beginning. You got me through it all, and you never got angry at me when I did something. It's astounding how much I care about you. I don't get why you care for me, either. Why do you care so much, anyway? What's keeping you from just walking out? I can't explain what this feels like to me. I don't even know what I'm feeling. I feel like I'm nothing without you. But you would argue differently. You would say that I'm something without you. And that's what made me fall in love you with you. Because I might be something without you But I'm everything with you.

A/N

idk what to do with myself. this was so cheesy. please excuse me. idk. if you're reading this, wtf. you either skipped the whole thing or you have a lot of patience. literally this was so horrible wtf idk why i wrote this

#no #fuck this #wolfstar #ugh #cheesy

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theresthesnitch · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer's Edition

I waited far too long to do this because I was focusing on writing, but I'm so excited to dive in. Thanks for the tags, @jilyesplz, @oyprongs, @missgryffin, @mppmaraudergirl, and @cesays. It made me smile each tag I got, and I loved reading all of your responses!

Answers below the cut to avoid a LONG response.

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

120,326

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only HP.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Three Strikes til you're out Jily, Rated: E

Lily Evans knows nothing about baseball. Or baseball players. She knows even less about James Potter. However, when some bad press risks James's endorsement deals, Lily finds herself thrown into a fake relationship with him. Can they convince the world they are together and save James from the tabloids? Can Lily keep her heart as she learns about James? Or will they both strike out?

2. Bathed in the Moonlight Wolfstar, Rated: E

In the light of the moon, they came together and became something new. (PWP)

3. Shirts v. Skins Jily, Rated M

A pick up quidditch match, a contest, and a very thirsty Lily Evans. (Shirtless JP May)

4. All the Little Pieces Hinny, Rated: Gen

This is an entry in @clarensjoy's Hinny Ficfest 2021. It's a series of vignettes over the course of Harry and Ginny's lives. Prompt 60: "I heard that." "You were supposed to."

Five is technically my bingo entries for the Harry and Ginuary Bingo, which is titled There was a contest called B-I-N-G-O, but that feels like cheating. So my 5th fic is:

5. Courage is a little like love Jily Rated: T

A fluffy Jily first kiss one-shot, with some bonus Remus/Lily friendship to go with it.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! Some times it takes me a few days to get back to them, but I love comments and seeing what people think. I also love talking about my writing!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ha! I had to think for a minute, but there's really no question. To Go On Without Him is a Lily Lives AU one-shot-that-could-get-more-chapters. It's the least happy ending fic I have.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Okay, I started responding that most everything I write has a happy ending, but then I looked through my fic list and, uh... that's not even almost true. I have way more angst than I realized. Three Strikes is my only multi-chap, but it will have a happy ending. As far as happy one-shots, I think I'd either go with Just a Little Kiss, which is a Jily first kiss/get together one-shot for @efkgirldetective's Summer of Jily prompt 5, or Let's have a baby, where James and Lily choose to have a baby.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Okay, first, I think there's a difference between a crossover - i.e. Tony Stark falls in love with Dr. Who - and an adaption - where the characters from the fandom follow a plot like another story. I won't say never, but I can't see myself doing a crossover. An adaption, however...

No, you can't make me write the Cars AU via the Marauders. I won't. I definitely haven't started it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I haven't, thankfully! The fandom has been good to me so far.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. lol. I've written both M/M and F/M, but I wouldn't rule out others in the future. Depends on where the inspiration strikes.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, and as amazing as that would be, I can't imagine anyone wanting to.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I would consider it, but I'm worried I don't have the time to dedicate to it.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh no. Don't make me pick.

It definitely changes periodically, depending on what I'm in the mood for. I started reading only Hinny, then moved on to Jily, then Wolfstar. I've been writing and reading a lot of Jily lately, but I've also been reading a lot of Wolfstar. So all of them, periodically.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ugh, I refuse to doom any of them like this.

What are your writing strengths?

I think my best bits are the shocking one lines - whether dialogue or no. I love building up tension to that one line that just makes your jaw drop.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle so much with the flowery descriptive language. I sometimes end up writing dialogue and going back later to add the little bits that make it feel real.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

As a reader, I love it, but only with convenient translations so that I don't get lost in the story. If I have to stop reading to translate and figure out what's going on, then it's a bit of a pain.

I know a tiny bit of French and a tiny bit of Spanish, and I've considered writing some lines in other languages, but it would definitely be a line or two and not a conversation. And honestly, it would probably be purely for the purpose of turning on the other person who can't translate it in the fic.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, specifically Hinny.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Three Strikes, for sure. I never really thought I'd enjoy writing a multichapter because I was worried that the pressure of writing it and delivering the next chapter in a reasonable time frame would be too much. I actually have a few that are as written or more as Three Strikes was when I started posting, but I thought I wanted to finish it before posting. I thought that, given my time issues, having it completed or mostly completed would make it easier to finish.

But posting Three Strikes while I was still writing made the fic develop into something I never expected. There are things in there that would never have existed without input, and I love where it's ended up.

Tagging:

I'm skipping tags because I think just about everyone has done this already, but if you haven't, please do! And tag me! I want to know more about you.

#Hey i got tagged!#tag game #20 questions for writers

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weasleymarauders · 4 years

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my ships and why i ship them:

(not in any particular order)

Hinny:

they just balance each other out perfectly. they were unexpected but not unwanted (by most people) and they have lots of similarities. they have great chemistry and they are a great ship.

Romione:

their build-up was phenomenal. I love the dynamic, the smart amazing [?] girl ending up witn the sidekick who not everyone loves, instead of the hero. Ron has protected Hermione so many times and he won over her heart. I could go on and on about why I love romione.

Wolfstar:

there's lots of wolfstar evidence (just search some up) and I think they really fit together. I know everyone's main counter argument is that sirius wasn't gay, but come on. when you look at sirius black, do you seriously see a straight man? and remus totally has a thing for shapeshifting, cool members of the black family with great hair. (plus remus is literally the moon to sirius's stars and you have to admit thats really cute)

Hedric:

you can't really explain this ship, but you can't hate it without looking into it first. I am a strong supporter of the headcanon where harry had a crush on cedric, and it's not that hard to believe. plus I think they would be really good together, even if the relationship isn't long term, which I dont see happening. I definitely only see them as a short-term school relationship.

Ronarry

I obviously still prefer hinny and romione, but ronarry isn't all that bad. there isn't much ronarry evidence except for the fact that Ron was what harry would miss most, but if you look into it, it's not all bad. plus who knows what they got down to in the tent during DH

Drarry

erm... well... I dont ship this one too much, but I can't say I dont ship it. it's not bad, but its not all amazing either. I used to be the biggest drarry stan until I realized how toxic the community can be sometimes, no offense, so I didn't ship it too much. there isn't too much evidence for drarry, except for some line JKR wrote in half blood prince about harry being obsessed with draco malfoy. I still don't see that as evidence however.

Bleur

if you want to know why I ship bleur, read half blood prince. especially the part where fleur said she wanted to marry Bill regardless of him having been bitten by a werewolf.

Jily

their love story is just so beautiful. I know at first lily hated James, but I love how they got more comfortable and Lily started to fall for him. they had a healthy amazing relationship until they died young together and I think that's beautiful. I would much rather ship Lily with a sweet boy who makes mistakes like any normal teenager, rather then a grumpy teacher who bullies children and was creepily obsessed with Lily.

(like I said, I respect people who stan snape, but I just don't like him.)

Nuna

do they seriously need explanation ????

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fudgetunblr · 3 years

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First Line Tag Game

thanks for tagging me @donttouchtheneednoggle :)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line, then tag some of your favourite authors!

Ok, so I don’t have 20 published fics, but I do have a bunch of WIP, so I suppose that’ll have to do :))) also, context? what context?

actual published fics:

1. Betty: “This is stupid.” Alicia cried.

2. “We’re not best friends anymore, why can’t you see that?!”: Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood are polar opposites.

3. "I remember": Gordie knew that if anyone found out, they’d be dead.

WIP (mostly without names):

4. All or Nothing: “No way!” Arthur complained loudly, slamming the fridge door shut, emerging with a can of coke.

5. Unnamed wolfstar fic: Remus Lupin was crammed inside a Hogwarts cupboard together with Nymphadora Tonks.

6. Another unnamed wolfstar fic: “I’m not doing it!”

7. Out of the Woods: Katie Bell is losing her mind, because she has nothing to wear and she is about to go absolutely ballistic.

8. HP Gossip Girl AU: Hey Hogwarts students, Gossip Girl here.

9. Heather: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has risen to fame as one of the most acclaimed schools to master the arts of magic due to notable alumni and all the colonisation the United Kingdom has ever done, putting them on the map. (this might be the worst thing I've ever written, no seriously ignore this one wtf. Is this supposed to be political commentary?)

10. random flintwood fic: “I refuse, you hear me? I refuse!”

11. random HP fic: Harry Potter was a lot of things.

12. HP x Merlin crossover fic: When Merlin woke up that morning, he had not signed up for babysitting three sorcerers lost in time. (yes, I have posted this line before.)

13. random dron fic because I have no taste: Draco Malfoy was up to something, Harry Potter could feel it.

14. one (1) Swedish fic for good measure, because I've only ever written one: Reine gillar inte att gömma sig.

15. a random The Fosters Fic: He was reading.

16. That one time I wrote a HSM fic: Ever since Chad Danforth was little there was always one person he could depend on: Troy Bolton. (this is not Chad x Troy I promise)

17. a voltron fic (the shame istg): The night had been beyond tiring.

18. The Last Six Years: “I assure you son, there is nothing wrong with Catholic Boarding school. Especially not when it is one of the finest institutes in the country.”

19. That one SBM Red Cross AU I started because I worked at the Red Cross ones: Originally, Gordie Lachance was not supposed to spend four weeks of his life at the Red Cross.

20. more lachambers: Gordie Lachance is the best person Chris Chambers has ever known.

I hope not a single soul read through these. My take away is that my stories are boring as fuck and I know now why I'm not a writing acc :))))

I tag @binarystarkillers @hotsaucecommittee & @yourtokentrophywife :)))))

#tag game

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allthemarrowoflife · 4 years

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Why I Think Wolfstar Is Actually Canon (because I'd die for them and spend too much time in love with their relationship)

before I start, just some quick statements:

1- this is extremely long but it took a good while to elaborate it in a way that makes sense outside of my messy brain so bear with me here

2- it is way out of my comfort zone to talk about or properly annalise canon itself because I hate angst, hate J.K Rowling and the way she wrote some situations and characters, and the unfairness of the Marauders Era story makes me sob, BUT I love the HP universe and Wolfstar, so I had to go into this.

3- everything in this post is my personal interpretation of them, so if you don't see it the same way, good for you honey, don't come at me

4- basically all in here is based on other posts I've seen about the topic because I have the memory and attention span of Neville Longbottom, therefore would never notice most of these details by myself. also, even the "main" theory described isn't news to most of the Wofstar fandom, as I've read similar ones in lots of fics and headcanons. so, if you're used to reading Wolfstar, probably most of this post won't be much of a discovery, but I'm actually proud of how I thought about the end, so I would love if you read it anyway.

so, starting with the stuff in the books that I see as evidences of their relationship.

first of all, they are the representations of the stars and the moon and that is already enough reason for me to love them, but anyways...

• it took Remus only a look at the Map, a little deduction and a nod to solve 12 years of a fucking gigantic misunderstanding in PoA. clearly, he really wanted to believe Sirius;

• when Snape ties Remus with that spell during the Shrieking Shack scene in PoA, Sirius immediately tries to attack him;

• honestly, they repeatedly talk with their eyes and move together in that scene as if it was routine, even after 12 years apart;

• they lived together while Sirius was in hiding until his death;

• I'm pretty sure they gave Harry joint presents or something like that;

• Sirius defended Remus when telling Harry about how him and James were idiots during school;

• Remus is apparently the only person who can control Sirius when he's angry (because we all know Pads is an explosive temperamental little bitch). that happens both in PoA, when he stops him from killing Peter before they explain the situation to Harry; and in OoTP, when Sirius and Molly are fighting, things start getting loud, and Moony just goes "Sirius, sit down.";

• the famous Fourty Line Stare scene in OoTP, in which Remus stares at Sirius for FOURTY FUCKING LINES NON STOP.

now that the actual registered-in-the-story evidences are out of the way, let me get into my theory:

they realized they liked each other as more than best friends around fifth year or so. (Lily was the first to find out, since Remus and her were really close, than Peter. it took James weeks to notice cause he's an oblivious idiot). after graduating and entering the Order, they lived together, until things fell apart. the war brought suspicion and paranoia, so they started doubting each other, as it's said in PoA that Sirius thought Remus was the spy. the fights started getting worse and they broke up. it's not that they didn't love each other anymore, but no relationship survives without trust. (personally, the Mamma Mia! version of "Knowing Me, Knowing You" by ABBA reminds me of this part of the theory because I'm silly and need a musical background for everything).

a few months (?) pass and the Halloween of 1981 happens. Sirius goes to Azkaban, mad with guilt for convincing James and Lily to use Peter as the Secret Keeper and also for thinking his own boyfriend was the traitor. Remus is heartbroken, angry and alone.

jumping twelve years in the future, Sirius sees Wormtail in the Daily Prophet given to him by the Minister and manages to run away from prison, walking all the way to Hogwarts. Remus is hired as DADA teacher. PoA happens, they reconnect. first as friends, but then they realise the love never disappeared, so after a lot of late night relationship discussions, they decide to try again. it is not the same, because they are different and way more damaged people, but it still works just as it did when they were younger. well, until Sirius dies, obviously.

now to the next stage of Remus' life and how I think it connects here. Ronks.

(btw I don't ship it, but we're talking about canon here and I like Teddy, so I can't just ignore it)

let's face it, they were in the middle of a war. there's no way Sirius and Remus never had the "what if one of us dies?" conversation. I think they agreed that if it came to it, the surviving one had to try and move on, something neither of them were able to do during those 12 years after the Potters were killed. (I also headcanon that Sirius knew Tonks truly liked Remus and secretly hoped they could work out in case something happened to himself, because he trusted his cousin would be good for him. but that's besides the point). so, Sirius died. Remus was crushed and lonely. Tonks had also just lost her cousin. I think they were there for each other during an extremely difficult time and helped each other heal and grow. naturally, they grew closer. Tonks was already in love with him, but Remus refused to give in. this is the part where I had to think a little harder because I never cared to read much about the two of them together. "Why would Moony be so hesitant to enter a romantic relationship and be loved when he had already done it before?". follow my train of thought here. if I remember correctly, the explanations Remus gave for not wanting Tonks to be in love with him were that he was too old, poor, dangerous, scarred, etc. I think the reason why he was so hesitant to be with her while he wasn't like that with Padfoot when they got back together was: they had known and loved each other for almost their whole lives. there was not a single part of Remus, good or bad, that Sirius hadn't seen. Sirius, too, was broken, scarred, traumatised and old (as old as a person in their thirties can be, that is).

but Tonks was not like them. she was still young and vivacious, had a whole life of experiences ahead of her. he loved her, but was scared and as insecure as ever. he didn't want to hurt her because of his licantropy, didn't want to watch her realise the mistake of loving him after every one of his cards were on the table. but we all know her stubbornness won in the end, so the rest of the story doesn't have to be told.

again, don't ship it, but Remus is my favourite character (ever) and it warms my heart to know that, even in the canon that I don't love that much, he didn't die lonely and sad.

and as a last comment, "Oh, but then why did Harry never find out about their relationship?" listen, I love Harry, but he's just as an oblivious idiot as his father was, and also didn't see them all the time. I think it would be pretty easy for him not to notice.

if you survived until the end, I'm sorry. hope it all makes sense, though. drink water, wash your hands, stay safe, and read Wolfstar fics. they're my ultimate OTP.

#remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #moony #padfoot #harry potter

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fvckyouimaprophet · 4 years

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FanFic asks! F, G, H, I, K, M, O, P, R, S, T, W, X, and Y!

omg, ash! ily! you always send me so many, and i appreciate it so much. since this is dreadfully long, though, i’m gonna put it under a read-more.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I shared one already here. But I’ll share another, ha.

He followed them through the kitchen and past the study until he saw two silhouettes in the balcony. They were speaking at no louder than a whisper, but Harry and his mother stood a foot apart, their faces barely lit by the embers of their cigarettes.

“I’m worried that it’ll be more difficult than either of us can imagine.” Harry’s voice was low enough that Draco had to strain to hear. His heart felt tight in his chest as he took shallow breaths, afraid that anything too deep might give him away to them.

“Whatever it is, he can take it.” Narcissa stretched her arm out and tapped the cigarette holder, ashes falling beyond the balcony to the grounds beneath.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“How?”

“Because he has to. He has no other choice.” His mother’s typically stiff posture wavered, and Harry lifted his hand, moving carefully and slowly until it was on top of Narcissa’s, both of them clutching the balcony rail.

“I’ll take care of him.”

“I know.”

- - -

I really enjoy writing Harry and Narcissa, both strangers who have taken leaps of faith to trust one another, tied together by their love for Draco.

Generally, I find Narcissa difficult to write. She’s formal and stiff, and the way she shows affection isn’t straightforward. But you do her a diservice if you don’t acknowledge that beneath the straight face and put-upon manners, she has the capacity to love deeply and fiercly.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I answered that here.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Nah. I’m less of a reader than a writer of fic, but I’m actually pretty open about it. Obviously, not with everyone, but I think I’ve been more open than most with it since high school. My parents found out when I was like 16, and after they just kinda shrugged it off, I stopped being secretive about it, lol.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

God, as a teen, all I did was write angst. Most of it was pretty offensive in retrospect, so let’s go down that memory lane.

I had the fic where Blaine and Sebastian get kidnapped and drugged, and Blaine thinks he and Sebastian fall in love over the course of months, but he finds out (once he’s rescued) that Sebastian was dead the whole time.

There’s the Niff fic with early-onset Alzheimer's, which is just about as tasteful as you’re imagining.

One of my first 10 fics was a Draco/Blaise fic in which they're in an emotionally (and physically I think?) abusive relationship in which Blaise uses Draco for sex.

There are at least 10 other fics that were illness-based, involved kidnapping, use the "it was all in [character a’s] head” trope, or feature major character death.

And then there are the additional 10+ fics that are just break-up or post-break-up fics.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I have a multichap Cheryl/Toni (Riverdale) fake dating AU that will eventually come to fruition—I hope.

Essentially, there’s a yearly exclusive senior soiree across all sororities, and although Cheryl gets invited, the rules have been changed to be couples only. She’s furious because

She’s been hooking up with a few women. The one she jives with the most is Toni, but they’re not exactly close friends. They start fake dating, but the woman organizing the event doesn’t believe them and is threatening to revoke Cheryl’s invitation.

As a response, Cheryl decides that they have to spend way more time together to make it realistic. They both complain that it’s interfering with their lives, but after Cheryl catches Toni at a club with another woman, she realizes that she’s oddly jealous (although she disguises it under the guise of being angry that Toni almost blew their cover).

By the time the event comes around, they’ve genuinely fallen in love, but because they’re both stubborn, they try to go back to how they were after it’s over. They’re both miserable with it and eventually admit their feelings.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

I answered that here.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I answered that here.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Tony Kushner and Oscar Wilde. I aspire to their level of banter. Also, with Kushner, he’s really great at dropping you in the middle of a relationship (romantic or platonic) and just having you feel the weight of everything that came before you. Just one line, and I’m unraveling. I want to be able to do that.

Otherwise, it kinda changes with the times. When I was younger, it was more lyrical authors. I’m more dialogue-driven now, so it’s occasionally playwrights, but mostly it’s something that’s concise yet still emotional/descriptive.

I don’t think I emulate it at all with fic, but The Great Gatsby is the platonic ideal of writing for me. It’s evocative (the scene with the curtains wafting while Daisy and Jordan smoke opium puts me in a trance!), subtle and intentional (the queer subtext in the elevator scene), and it doesn’t ever linger in a moment for too long.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I answered that here.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I answered that here (in great depth, lol).

W: Do you like more general prompts or more specific ones?

Hmm, I enjoy a good mix of both. I always end up getting more into specific prompts than I think I will, and it allows me to write stuff I likely wouldn’t otherwise. But I enjoy the freedom that comes with a prompt that’s just like “Wolfstar coffee shop AU”.

That said, when it is specific, I don’t really want to be told what the begnining, middle, and end of my fic should be. I’m cool with a specific set-up, but unless I ever did a giveaway, I want the room to make my own choices within it.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

I like a lot of asshole men (Draco from Harry Potter, Sebastian from Glee, Connor from HTGAWM, etc). I feel like I make them suffer a lot, which is partially because they deserve it because they can be selfish, callous, and even occasionally cruel (also, Draco was a wizard Nazi, basically). But it’s also because I really enjoy seeing closed-off characters pushed into situations where they have to confront their emotions and are essentially forced into vulnerability.

All that said, while I’ve stayed away from angst lately, Sirius and Remus lend themselves so easily to heartache.

Y: A character you want to protect.

All women—whoops. Most female characters are treated awfully by fandom, and I just want to see them happy. Especially if I’m writing something sapphic, those communities are already so much smaller within most fandoms, so I’d rather just focus on their joy. For example, Luna/Ginny is a relatively popular sapphic HP fic, but it has only 2,035 works on AO3, whereas Wolfstar has 18,646, and Drarry has a whopping 42,158.

And while there are popular fics (for example, Clexa has 11,884, Swan Queen has 12,709, and Supercorp has has 13,708 works on AO3), those are few and far between.)

Even looking from it as a whole, there are 3,194,665 m/m works and 563,043 w/w fics. Nearly six times the amount!! It's just a bummer.

Anyway, this turned into a rant about something that’s so not the question.

Also, when I wrote Coliver a lot, the answer was Oliver.

#sirdorkalot #ask #i feel like a lot of these turned into rants whoops #have all my fanfic thoughts!

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